Let's talk about it, but Mr. Jiang just won't get in the car and go with us. It's not because Mr. Jiang is hypocritical, but because the rules of his genre are like this.

That being the case, we are not reluctant. Instead, he said goodbye to Mr. Jiang respectfully, and then got into the Mercedes Benz of the Great Wheel Temple. Seeing that we were so respectful to Mr. Jiang, the master of Yubora in the car also wanted to stammer, but Mr. Jiang didn't look at him, but just comforted the little girl who pouted next to him.

Master Yubora was bored, laughed dryly, and sat in the co-pilot's seat. Before leaving, he also greeted the exorcists around him and asked them to follow the convoy.

Most of the exorcists came by car, and they immediately drove behind with a smile, and a small number of people who did not have a vehicle also got into other Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicles, and the convoy was mighty and soon left here.

When I was in the car, I couldn't help but ask Zhang Wuren, saying, boss, what is the origin of Mr. Jiang? Why are you both so respectful to him? He doesn't look like anything special.

Zhang Wuren said, nothing special? Do you know how old Mr. Jiang is this year?

I said, you look like you're in your sixties, right? I'm a little older, but I'm in good spirits.

Zhang Wuren smiled and said, "Mr. Jiang is one hundred and thirty years old this year. ”

At that time, I was taken aback and said, "Don't mess with the boss, one hundred and thirty years old?" What international jokes? ”

I believe that anyone can live to be 130 years old, but I am a little skeptical that there is such a spirit to live to be 130 years old. Even Yubra, who was sitting in the co-pilot, tilted his head and looked back, probably a little unconvinced.

Zhang Wufu sighed and said, Old Yu, in the circle of exorcists, things we don't know may not exist. Mr. Jiang is such a person.

Mr. Jiang's full name is Jiang Zhongming, and the word is rock. Born in the thirteenth year of Guangxu, he was born in Fengbei County, Zhejiang Province (now Fenghua District, Ningbo). Because he is upright and jealous and hateful, he is also called Mr. Rock.

Mr. Panshi was born in the late Qing Dynasty, when internal and external troubles emerged one after another, and the Manchu Dynasty was also crumbling and chaotic.

As the saying goes, demons come out of troubled times, and this sentence is indeed true. On the day Mr. Jiang was born, there were zombies in the town, and Mr. Jiang's father carried a stick to guard the door in order to protect the newborn child, but the zombies were finally not allowed to enter, but Mr. Jiang's father was poisoned by the corpse and died of stiffness.

Later, Mr. Jiang's uncle brought people over, burned the zombies, and raised Mr. Jiang as his own son.

Mr. Jiang's uncle is named Jiang Zhaocong, and he is a well-known wealthy local family. After he took over Mr. Jiang, he was going to let Mr. Jiang go to school with his son. Then drive out the thieves and serve the country.

The two children were also competitive, talented, and drew inferences, and soon the brothers became well-known prodigies in the neighborhood.

It's just that I don't know what happened later, my younger brother went to Tokyo to study, and Mr. Jiang embarked on the road of an exorcist in a daze.

To say that there is indeed an essential difference between people, after Mr. Jiang embarked on the road of exorcism, he can be said to have made a great name in the circle. It is said that Deng Bochuan, the founder of the Special Case Division, had also received guidance from Mr. Jiang.

Later, the War of Liberation was in full swing, with countless casualties. Mr. Chiang followed his brother away from the mainland and settled in Taipei, and rarely left the island again.

I said, boss, how good is Mr. Jiang? Can he beat you?

He Zhonghua rolled his eyes unceremoniously and said, "Is that a question of whether to fight or not?" ”

Zhang Wuren also said that this is indeed not a question of whether to fight or not, it is said that Mr. Jiang settled in Taipei before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and he has never made a move. But about the story of his previous demon subjugation, it can't be told for three days and three nights.

Seriously, just these few brushes of ours are not worthy of lifting shoes for others. It's just that at that time, because of the underdevelopment of information, many things except for the people in the circle, the world has long forgotten Mr. Jiang.

This is also true, these days, as long as you don't show up for three or five years, people will basically forget about you, Mr. Jiang has not left that island for sixty or seventy years, those who remember him are all old and dead, and occasionally a few remember, I guess I don't take Mr. Jiang seriously.

Zhang Wuren said, Lao Yu, you are wrong, in all parts of the country and even the world, no one dares not to take Mr. Jiang seriously. Not to mention that Mr. Jiang can still subdue demons and subdue demons now, even if he is just an old man who is powerless now, no one dares to disrespect him in the slightest.

I said, why? Isn't it all about strength in the circle?

Lao Zhang shook his head and said, "Respect for strength, that is for ordinary exorcists, for Mr. Jiang, his identity is many times higher than his strength." Well, you can check Jiang Zhaocong and who Jiang Zhaocong's son is. ”

I took out my phone and searched for it, and gasped on the spot, and my heart said,! This status is really not something that ordinary people can provoke! I guess even His Majesty the Pope of the Vatican will have to be polite when he sees him, right?

Regarding Mr. Jiang's true identity, if you are interested, you can search for Jiang Zhaocong. But now we are a little difficult, this old man has not been out of the mountain for decades, what is the excitement of coming to Tianzhu this time?

The three of us couldn't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time, but the only thing that can be confirmed is that Mr. Jiang is jealous and hateful, and he will never tolerate such a vicious thing as the Ganges sacrifice.

After thinking about this, we felt a little more relaxed. At the moment, I closed my eyes in the car and waited to see the legendary Orinawaji Temple.

Who would have thought that the vehicle had been walking for more than half an hour and had not stopped, so Zhang Wuren was a little impatient and said, where are we going?

Master Yuvara, who was in the co-pilot, turned his head and said with a smile: "The venue for the Ganges festival has been prepared, there is no point in going to the Great Wheel Temple now, everyone is waiting for us at the venue." ”

I looked left and right, and saw that Uncle Black from Africa, the Paranormal Defense Agency, and the Exorcists Federation of Oil Tyrants were all around, so I was a little relieved.

No matter how bold these old bald donkeys are, they don't dare to make any trouble in front of so many people, right? It's just that if we don't go to the big wheel temple, what will we smash then? Did you smash someone's sacrificial venue?

Zhang Wuren gave me and Lao He a slightly calming look, meaning to calm down. I immediately understood what he meant, smashed the Great Wheel Temple, and people could rebuild it. Anyway, this group of old monks didn't know how much people's fat and people's ointment had been looted.

But if they smashed their sacrificial ashes, it is estimated that they will be more distressed than smashing the Great Wheel Temple.

When I thought about it, I immediately felt happy. Where is it not smashed? The more they hurt, the more we can breathe this out, and we can take the big wheel of the Golden Sutra with the hand, why not?

The Ganges festival was held in a very remote village, and the convoy walked along the road for four or five hours before turning a corner and entering a dilapidated mountain road. This road is completely adobe road, and the potholes are uncomfortable, so I said to Yubra at that time, you Dalunji Temple is so rich, can't you build a road in this place?

Yuvara smiled and said nothing, just pointed to a looming village in front of him, and said, "It's here."

The status of the Ganges River in Tianzhu is equivalent to the Yangtze River and the Yellow River in China, and there are countless legends and stories about this river in the local area. Of course, because of the cultural differences, I am a little unimpressed by these legends and stories. Just like the origin of the Ganges, saying that the great god Shiva has been talking to people for a hundred years sounds vulgar and disgusting.

On the surface, the place looks like a village, with green bricks and green tiles, and green trees. In fact, if you look closely, these buildings are in the style of imitation temples. The people shuttling back and forth are all bald monks.

Later, I learned that this was actually a Buddhist temple specially built for this year's Ganges Festival, and it was deliberately built to look like a village in order to hide people's eyes, and because of this, not even a complete road was built.

The Ganges sacrifice is famous in circles, but it is a secret thing among the people. After all, it takes the lives of forty-nine young girls to dedicate it, and if this matter spreads, it will have a great impact on their image.

Therefore, the places of worship on the Ganges River are generally selected in remote and inaccessible places. In addition to the exorcists who were invited, there were only monks from the four major temples.

When we arrived, it was afternoon, and a very large platform had been erected on the Ganges. The platform was a wooden building, almost half the width of the river, and there were some monks on it who were busy preparing something, and on the high platform around the platform, there were some exorcists in various costumes sitting there.

Yubra said that this platform is specially used for invited exorcists to observe the Ganges sacrifices, such as the Paranormal Research and Defense Agency, the Federation of Exorcists in the Middle East, as well as the Onmyoji Association of Dongying, and the totem warriors of Africa, all of which have a place on it.

Then Yu Po Luo was embarrassed and said, Originally, with the reputation of the yin and yang shop, the three of you should also be on the VIP stage, but you see, there is no yin and yang shop in the invitation, so there is no place for you.

He smiled cheaply, pointed to a very small wooden house under the VIP stage, and said, it is better to wronged the three of them, although the place is a little worse, but it can be seen the same.

I looked in the direction pointed by Master Yubra, and I was immediately furious, grandma's, that place is obviously a toilet! How dare this old monk humiliate us like this? Let's observe the Ganges festival in the toilet!

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