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This time I went to the capital, and I wanted to take Master Meow with me as usual. It will go back to its own world first, and then try to bring it out when I get to the capital.

As soon as I got off the plane, I was picked up by car. The white gloves took me into a black car and drove all the way out of Sijiu City.

It took an hour or two to drive out, and the outside became more and more desolate, and I wondered in my heart, if I drove like this, I could get to Shijiazhuang.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"The outskirts of Yanshan." White gloves sit in the co-pilot. The driver next to him didn't say a word, and his expression was extremely serious.

I fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was already dark, and the car was parked at the foot of the mountain. White Glove looked back at me: "I'll grieve you for a moment." ”

I still don't understand what's going on. The door opened, and two bodyguards dressed in black said to me, "Mr. Wang, please get out of the car." ”

When I arrived at someone's site, I had to listen to their arrangement, so I obediently got out of the car, and two bodyguards searched me completely, and then took out a black cloth strip and blindfolded me. I think Mr. Hong is really a little petty, even if you are a big guy, you won't be so secretive.

I put the strip of black cloth on, and someone helped me to walk, and it felt like I was going up the mountain. After walking for a long time, someone said, "Take off the blindfold." ”

Take down the strips of black cloth. I rubbed my eyes, the moonlight was cold, and I saw myself standing in front of a temple, and when I looked up, there was a wooden plaque hanging on the gate that read "Xiangunan".

I wondered, what kind of temple is usually written in temples, and how can it be written "hermitage" here?

The white gloves gestured to me: "Mr. Wang, don't be wary, we won't hurt you, please come in." ”

Two bodyguards carried me into the temple, the small temple was not big. Entering the courtyard there is an incense burner, and there is a woman who is offering incense, and after the incense is applied, she kneels on the futon, her hands folded and her eyes closed.

I recognized it at a glance that this woman was supposed to be Mr. Hong's daughter. I can be in my thirties and often appear on TV. She looks like a big girl in her twenties, fair-skinned, wearing underwear that she carries with her, and she is very feminine.

I was watching, the woman was aware, got up from the futon, and the white gloves immediately respected: "Miss, someone has brought it." ”

Mr. Hong's daughter looked at me and nodded, "It's very young." ”

"We've investigated, it's not a liar, it's a bit of a trick." White Glove said.

The woman nodded, ignored me, twisted a string of Buddhist beads in her hand, and went to the other courtyard.

They led me into a meditation room, where two tall nuns were guarding outside. I suddenly understood that this was not a monk's temple, but a nunnery. No wonder they came in and saw either women or nuns.

The nuns were all dressed in gray robes and square hats, and their faces were expressionless and uncomfortably cold.

After I was taken to the secret room, the white gloves and bodyguards were withdrawn, and I was the only one here. There was nothing in the meditation room, only a shrine on which a small incense burner was enshrined, and the smoke was faint.

I dragged out of the futon and sat down, uncomfortable to stay, the secret room has doors and no windows, closed on all sides, but it is quite cool, it should be an air conditioner in the mezzanine.

I was thinking about it, when suddenly the door opened, and a few people came in from outside, and I quickly sat down.

The leader is an old man in his sixties, with an official face and big ears, looking like Maitreya Buddha. I immediately recognized it as Mr. Hong. Mr. Hong is now a popular figure and often appears on TV, so it is not difficult to recognize. He was followed by his daughter, and a younger lad who was not known to be related to them.

I quickly stood up: "Mr. Hong." ”

"If you know me, that's easy." Mr. Hong said.

They each sat on the futon, and they sat in a very particular position, with Mr. Hung at the front, his daughter a little behind, and the younger young man at the back, hanging his head and not daring to look at it.

Mr. Hong said slowly: "I have read all your files, and you are a trustworthy comrade. ”

I wiped the sweat from my head, and secretly complained in my heart, the so-called carrying people is not good, good things are not betraying people, making it so secret, what do they want to do?

Mr. Hong said: "I heard that you will make people out of the body, and many people have experienced it. ”

"The small skills of carving insects are not in everyone's eyes." I hastened to say.

Mr. Hong smiled: "In this room, there are no outsiders when the door is closed, what is it like for you to experience the out-of-body soul for us?" ”

"Dad," said his daughter in the back, "let me come, I'm afraid it's dangerous." ”

Mr. Hong waved his hand: "I'm going to experience it for myself, if I don't investigate, I won't have the right to speak, I don't want to scratch my boots." ”

I wiped the sweat from my head: "Out-of-body is a small skill, and there will be no danger, so I'll give a few of them a try." ”

I asked the three of them to sit cross-legged, and I secretly moved the mirage of the underworld. Out-of-body tricks. I've played it many times, and it's easy to do it.

After I mobilized the mirage, which lasted five or six minutes, my daughter reacted first: "It's amazing, I feel like I'm flying lightly." ”

I said softly, "Guys, I'm going to do my work, maybe I feel it more intensely, just say what you feel." ”

I continued to mobilize the mirage, and Mr. Hong said: "Sure enough, it is a little wonderful, I feel as if I am rising in the colorful glow, extremely elegant." ”

Even the young man, who had been silent, was moaning softly, enjoying a feeling he had never enjoyed before.

After a long time, I took the credit and whispered, "It's okay." ”

Mr. Hong opened his eyes and smiled: "Not bad, it's a little interesting." The daughter also said: "Master Wang is really Master Wang, and he still has some ways." ”

Mr. Hong stood up with his daughter's support: "Master Wang." You first have a solid rest here, you don't have to worry about eating and drinking, and I will come to you if something happens. ”

He didn't say a word else, and took his daughter and the young man out of the meditation room.

I waited for a while, walked to the door and opened the door to get out, and the two nuns were standing at the door. One left and one right: "Master Wang, please go back to the house for a while, and arrange a guest room for you to rest in a while." ”

I frowned, "What do you mean by that?" ”

"It's boring." The nun said, "I just hope you don't make this boring embarrassing." ”

I hated going back to the house, walking around, what was going on, I was under house arrest for some reason. What does Mr. Hong mean. Why should I come? There should be no malice, he seems to be particularly interested in out-of-body souls.

When I was fidgeting, two nuns came in and motioned for me to go with them, and turned around to a very remote courtyard with a few trees planted in it. They took me to a wing, which was clean, spotless, and had all the necessities ready.

After dropping me off, they quietly withdrew and walked out of the courtyard. Close the door.

I walked quickly to the courtyard door, and gently pushed, but the noise outside did not open, I looked through the crack in the door, and the door was locked. Not far from the gate, there was a tall gray-robed nun standing guard.

I don't know what they mean yet, but I'm not in a hurry to find a way to escape, let's see first, if you really want to clean me up, you don't have to go through so much trouble.

I stayed in the courtyard, and no one looked for me, and when the meal was ordered, someone brought it. There is wine and meat and it is abundant, everything is good here, except that there is no Internet and digital equipment, my mobile phone has not been confiscated, but it is useless, there is no signal at all. Not to mention WeChat, I can't even make a phone call.

I knocked on the door, and the nun came to the door and asked me what I wanted to do. I said, "Master, do you have two books for me, it's too boring here." ”

She promised me to report back to the top and bring me a book.

After waiting for a day, the book was delivered, I flipped through it, they were so intimate, and they sent the most popular ones at the moment, so I had to be bored to rely on these things to pass the time.

After a week, I was so anxious that I was about to get into the house, I didn't know what was going on outside, so I was locked up, I wanted to kill or scrape, what was going on.

That night, I was strolling around the courtyard when suddenly it was drizzling, and I was in a terrible mood, hiding under the eaves and watching the rain get heavier and heavier.

At this time, someone knocked on the door, I came to the courtyard gate along the eaves and opened the door, there were two people outside, I was stunned when I saw it.

There was a young man in a wheelchair and an old nun pushing a wheelchair with an umbrella, and the combination was very strange. The young man saw me and smiled: "Hello Wang Ci, won't you let me in and talk?" ”

The people who came on this big night were not good, so I dodged a way and said, "Please come in, please come in." ”

The nun pushed the young man in, and the young man said, "Master, I will have a private chat with Wang Ci. The nun handed him the umbrella, folded her hands and went out of the door, walking away in the rain of the night.

The young man held an umbrella in one hand and rolled the wheel in the other, which seemed very laborious. I pushed him in the back: "I don't know what my friend is called?" ”

The young man laughed: "My name is Hongxi." ”

"Are you Mr. Hong?" I asked.

"I'm his son."

We walked to the front of the house, which had a high threshold and was not accessible to wheelchairs. He held out his hands to me and motioned for me to hold him, but I hesitated a little before leaning down to pick him up and walk into the hall.

I realized that there was a problem with this hug, Hong Xi's legs had shrunk like two withered dry logs, and he had a special leather pants tied around his waist to block his lower body.