I was secretly surprised, and the image of Azan Mao came to mind, this old guy looks like a funny artist, with a very honest face, and he actually plays this trick and blackmails Hong Kong people.

The program team was gossiping and angry, and they had no idea to say it, so they could only send Ah Tao to the local hospital first, and they couldn't let her be so painful.

At this time, the guide spoke, Tang Shuo secretly translated for me, and the guide said that he knew a master from China, and he might be able to take a look at Ah Tao, if not, there would be no way.

The car drove to the hotel where the Hong Kong people stayed, the photographer carried Ah Tao on his back, and everyone escorted them all the way to the room. Because Tang Shuo and I came with the whole incident, although they belonged to outsiders, it didn't seem abrupt to stay here.

The crowd waited for the High One. Tang Shuo comforted them in Cantonese, saying that Ah Tao would be fine.

Ah Tao's condition is already very bad, not only her face has become pale but even her lips have become pale, her head is covered with cold sweat, she is holding her stomach and moaning non-stop, and her whole person is arched into a prawn in the quilt.

Everyone waited anxiously, for more than forty minutes, everyone was speculating whether the guide would come back, when there was a knock on the door, and after the door was opened, it was the guide, followed by a man.

This man is about forty years old, extremely thin, with a manicured beard on his face, and the whole person looks very energetic. The most amazing thing is that this person also wears a bun with a few hairpins inserted on it, like a Taoist priest living in the green mountains of China.

The guide made an introduction, saying that this was Master Wu from Wudang Town, China. Master Wu did not practice Southeast Asian black witchcraft, but came from the Maoshan faction. Now I live in Thailand, and I'm going to go to Cambodia to study spells, and I'm friends with the guide, so I happened to be invited.

Master Wu is really a master of the world, came to Ah Tao, touched her forehead with his hand, took out her wrist to look at it, and then made a gesture to let her sit up. Several people helped Ah Tao up and reluctantly let her sit.

Master Wu put his hand on her forehead, chanting a word, and with a sudden straining, Ah Tao suddenly opened her mouth and spit out. I was right across from her, her hands and eyes quick, and she dodged it at once, and she spat out a mouthful of yellow soup, all of which spit on the bed and the floor opposite.

Master Wu told the others not to move and to stay in this position. He squatted over, plucked the hairpin from his head, and gently stirred the yellow soup spit out with the hairpin head. I was curious to look over and saw that there seemed to be countless small insects in the yellow soup, constantly wriggling, and my scalp was numb.

Master Wu glared at me sharply and said, "If this thing gets on your body, it will be the same as this girl." ”

I was so scared that I ran away.

Tang Shuo was quite interested: "Hello Master Wu, we are all Chinese, from the mainland. ”

Master Wu actually knows Cantonese, and he said to those Hong Kong people that the mana of those who have descended is not high, and he just wants to make some extra money on you ordinary people, so you should be more careful in the future, and don't go to the Tao again. His principle is to try not to conflict with other people in the Dao Fa, even if he makes an exception today, there will be no such thing next time.

Those Hong Kong people are grateful to Dade.

Master Wu took out a bowl from his suitcase, went to the bathroom to get clean water, and sprinkled the medicine in it, and the bowl of water immediately became turbid.

He took out another object, a small broom similar to a broom, dipped it in water and sprinkled it on Ah Tao, and then slapped Ah Tao's back with this small broom.

After only hitting for so much, Ah Tao suddenly rushed forward, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. In front of her was the cameraman of the program team, and all the blood sprayed onto the cameraman's clothes, dotted with flowers, like red peach blossoms embroidered.

Master Wu said, "Hurry up and take off your clothes." ”

The cameraman was so frightened that he had no place to put his hands, and the guide next to him came over, took the scissors directly, and cut the short-sleeved dress with a chirp, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash.

Another girl shouted: "She still has it in her mouth, she still has it in her mouth." ”

Master Wu asked Ah Tao to lie on the bed, face down, with a trash can underneath. He kept slapping the girl's back with a broomstick, smacking her and spitting out a mouthful of blood, and the outside of the garbage can was covered with white garbage bags, and the bags were full of dripping blood droplets, which was extremely shocking.

Not to mention, Master Wu really has two brushes, and after Ah Tao vomited, he was much better lying on the bed.

Master Wu asked who had gotten the blood she had vomited just now, and several Hong Kong people had more or less gotten it. Master Wu cast spells one by one, inverting the small broom handles and writing on their foreheads. When everything was finished, he breathed a sigh of relief and said that it was okay.

Hong Kong people are grateful to Dade and have to do a special issue for Master Wu. Master Wu didn't care, and told them that he was about to go to the mountains of Cambodia to find an old friend, and if you were not afraid, you could follow.

The Hong Kong photographer, who is also the leader of this program group, asked Master Wu who he was looking for.

Master Wu said that he had an old friend who wanted to go into the mountains to fight with a reclusive black-clothed Azan, and his life and death were unknown. Before leaving, the old friend had sent him a message, if he didn't come out for a few days, he hoped that Master Wu could go in to find his body, so that he could send him back to his hometown and return to his roots.

Master Wu said that this old friend and he are friends of life and death, which is equivalent to a deathbed commission, no matter what dangers will be encountered in the future, he will also fulfill the last wish of his old friend.

The process of their communication was all in Cantonese, and Tang Shuo had a translator who couldn't sit still, so I leaned over and said, "Master Wu, is your friend's surname An?" ”

Master Wu looked at me, nodded, and said in Mandarin, "His name is An Dong. ”

I was so excited that I almost knelt on the ground and screamed, "I am An Dong's nephew!" My name is Wang Qiang. I'm here to look for my uncle! ”

Master Wu looked at me in confusion.

With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and pulled up the picture to show him. Here is a group photo of our family, my mother and sister are in the front, and my third uncle An Dong and I are in the back. I said it again: "He is my third uncle, I am his nephew, and this time I traveled thousands of miles from the mainland to this ghost place just to find him." ”

At this time, I can't tell the truth, I want to say that my main purpose is to come to Azan Wenluo, and Master Wu may kick me out with a magical kick. Azan Wenluo is the object of the third uncle's life-and-death struggle.

It's hard to say what causes and effects here.

Tang Shuo was a little surprised: "I didn't expect such a coincidence." ”

I regret it a little, I knew that I could know Master Wu, and I spent 10,000 yuan to hire Tang Shuo for what I wanted, and the money was spent.

But if you think about the cause and effect and logic, it's not like this, if there is no Tang Shuo to take the lead, I wouldn't have been able to know the Hong Kong program team, let alone Master Wu, it's all linked here.

I'm not a villain, and the money I give is considered to be recognized, and I won't ask for it back. Besides, if you want to do it, just like Tang Shuo, you won't give it back to me at all, but the two of them have an unpleasant quarrel.

I secretly persuaded myself that I should spend money to avoid disaster.

Master Wu's eyes softened when he looked at me: "I didn't expect An Dong's little nephew to be so affectionate and righteous, looking for his uncle for thousands of miles." Our goal is the same, and we will set off together when the time comes. ”

I was so excited that I was about to cry, Master Wu saw that he was clever, and with him, I felt a lot of peace in my heart.

Now that the itinerary is set, Ah Tao has to recover from her serious illness, and it is really hard to enter the mountain this time, so she can't take her, so she simply let another long-haired girl stay to take care of her, and neither girl has to go. The other two Hong Kong men, including the guide, Tang Shuo, me and Master Wu, a group of six people entered the mountain the day after tomorrow.

The guide is a local native, who often goes into the mountains, and tomorrow he will take his helpers to buy equipment for the mountains.

is organized, you don't have to pay for things yourself, the program team is all reimbursed, and Hong Kong Wireless is still rich.

When it was time to set off on the third day, we were fully armed, each carrying a large backpack, and hired six motorcycles in the local area, one of which the riders carried one at a time, and dragged us to the direction of the mountains.

Out of the town was a dirt road, a bumpy road, and the outside was gradually desolate, and you could see some villages, all low wooden houses. About 20 minutes later, we arrived at a village, where the motorbike stopped and we got off.

The guide said that this is the last stop to enter the mountain, and behind the village is the deep mountain forest on the Thai-Cambodian border.

The guide led us to the village chief's house. The village chief is a big family in the village, and there are only three wooden houses, and the house is extremely simple, and the rice bowls for eating and the bowls for feeding the dogs are put together, and it is impossible to see who made it. The largest and most luxurious decoration in his house was a large altar that filled almost the entire room.

The guide told us that every family in this village believes in ghosts, so every house has a ghost altar. After the death of the family, they are not cremated, but buried in the soil under the house, and there is a ghost altar on it, so that the family and the ancestors can live together for generations, and the happiness is boundless.

I have never seen such a custom, the back of the neck is a cool breeze, I think it is really exotic, such a Western scenery in China I dare not think of at all.

I suddenly asked Tang Shuo, "Old Tang, why do you say there are no cults in Thailand?" ”