Although the Cult of Evil Spirits is a huge nationwide organization, after the three anti-five anti-rebellions and ten years of turmoil in the early days of liberation, it has basically been divided into separate battles and disconnected from each other, and with local groups such as the Honglu and the Ghost Robe Brotherhood and the Fish Head Gang as the basic structure, apart from achieving the most basic unity of qi and branches, it is simply unable to achieve the goal of centralizing power, nor can it bring together the small Honglu and small groups scattered everywhere and truly twist them into a force worthy of trust and threat.

This situation continued until the end of the eighties of the last century, when the little Buddha was born, and with the support of Wang Xinjian, the left envoy of the evil spirit sect at that time, he became the head marshal of the evil spirit sect in one fell swoop, and he has been doing one thing for nearly 30 years, that is, to unify the evil spirit sect.

This is a long way to go, and it is difficult to reach the sky, but the little Buddha is stunned to rely on his superhuman courage and charm, and this matter has been slowly advancing, especially with the support of most of the people in the twelve demon stars, the Buddha Hall was established, thus laying the foundation for his own unification of the evil spirit sect.

Our trip to Xianghu to participate in the gathering of the cult members from all over the world was actually an important means for the cult to strengthen its internal centripetal force, and that day also gave us the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

Zamao Xiaodao and I were pulled directly to the train station by a black decked car, and then stuffed us with two sleeper tickets to Xianghu Chenzhou, and at a glance, it was only twenty minutes before the train departed. Holding Zhang Jianhe's ID cards of Gao Haijun, I hurried through the security check, there was no danger, I got on the train, the train started, I lay on the bed, took out the eight treasure bags given by the senior brother to look carefully.

This is a palm-sized small cloth bag, the material of the cloth bag is not gold and non-silk, showing an old gray, and then worn with a complex red thread, and there are two bronze coins in the Qianlong period at the end, a bit like a talisman sold in a feng shui shop, this play is not good-looking, but there is a benefit, that is, even if the ghost sword is such a thick and big thing to put inside, it is still only the size of a palm, which is simply wonderful.

In this way, my tattered toys and the two flowers were all put into it, and the same was true of the miscellaneous trail, except for the tiger cat who was far behind us, and the little green dragon, which was also lazily attached to the thunder punishment and gave it to it. Such an eight-treasure bag, it is really a very magical magic weapon, the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao can't put it down, he didn't speak when he got in the car, and he has been studying on the top bunk, trying to find some clues to come out.

Three consecutive days and two nights of concentrated study, although our cultivation is not reluctant, but after all, it is still a little tired, the miscellaneous hair trail meets the strange things that can be hunted, full of interest, but I have no interest, to understand the eight treasure bags for what can be stored in the principle of items several times larger than their own volume, this kind of thing is still left to smart people to do, and I, to sleep well, recuperate is the right reason.

Chenzhou is the southern gate of Xianghu Province, I have been there, that time was the first time to exterminate the dwarf mule, the commander of the armed police Wu Gang was haunted by evil spirits, I was commissioned by Ma Haibo to go, and this time is the second time.

The distance between Nanfang City and Chenzhou is not far, if you take the high-speed rail, it will only take one and a half hours to reach the West Railway Station, and if the train is the K prefix, it is just more than four hours, my eyes are closed, this sleep has not been full, I feel someone push me, in my ear softly shouted: "Zhang Jian, hey, wake up, arrived at the station." ”

The name turned around in my mind twice, Huo Ran opened his eyes, and saw a yellow-faced man shouting at me, so he subconsciously sat up straight and muttered: "Ah, so fast!" ”

Packing up the luggage that was too simple, the two of us got off the train with the flow of people, the temperature outside was a little cold, I was excited, looked at the strange passengers around me and the yellow-faced man next to me, took a long breath, thinking that I was afraid that I would have to live as someone else for a long time.

At the end of February and the beginning of March, it happened to be the peak period of the return of the student tide and the migrant worker tide, and the flow of people at the train station was still quite large, so I and Zamao Xiaodao each took Zhang Jianhe's luggage to engage in the navy, and squeezed out the passenger entrances and exits - important personal items have been put away in the eight treasure bags, and I don't have much in this bag, except for a few changes of clothes and toiletries that I need to bring when I go out, there is also a tortoiseshell plate used to prove the disciples of Min Mo, and a collection of novels by Haruki Murakami "South of the Border, West of the Sun".

To be honest, I was quite funny when I saw this book, but I didn't expect that this Zhang Jian, in addition to being a disciple of Min Mo, was also an older young man with a literary temperament.

Except for the book, there is nothing worth talking about, it seems that these two guys are really poor in terms of cultivation, in terms of cultivation, they are really poor eggs, and they don't have anything. Of course, this may be because Min Mo died in a hurry and didn't set anything aside, but their wallets are bulging, and there are quite a few of them in them, and we are all laughing at them at the moment.

No matter where the train station is, it is a place with a lot of people, we arrived in the evening, this time is already the lights are on, the weather is gray, people's mood is also unhappy, when out of the train station, the miscellaneous trail is still discussing with me where to go for dinner, and I am very keenly aware of being targeted.

Who's coming? I didn't have anything to look at, but I was quietly carrying my bag, and three or four men came rushing towards us, rubbing shoulders against each other, followed by a sharp blade slashing into my trouser pocket.

Thief!

As soon as this group of people showed their moves, my heart calmed down a lot, there are large and small thief gangs living near the train station, this is a very easy thing to think of, as long as these people have nothing to do with the evil spirit cult, then they dare to provoke me and the miscellaneous hairy path, it is simply a lantern in the pit - looking for death.

To put it very pertinently, as a thief who touched the bag and pickpocketed, just now the sudden cutting of the pocket of the technique, can be regarded as a skill, if you want to practice this technique, you have to practice hard for three years to fry soybeans, if it is an ordinary traveler, you must also be tricked, unaware, but for me is really like a child who has just learned to walk, faltering, my hand is like electricity, a handful of the hand between the fingers of the blade, gently pulled, this person pulled me up.

My hand was like an iron hoop, no matter how much this person shook it, he couldn't get rid of it, and at the same time, the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao also took action, kicked the guy who was attacking him to the ground, and smiled coldly, that smile looked especially terrible on his thin yellow face.

There was a sudden upheaval, and several men around us, pretending to be crowded, immediately gathered around, talking in strange dialects while blocking our view.

I said coldly to the short man who was caught by me and whose face was purple: "Don't play any tricks in front of me, what haven't you seen?" If you think about ending this matter, then kneel on the ground, kowtow to my uncle three times, and then how far and how far you go. ”

The person who attacked me was the head of this group, and he wanted to be a little tougher, but he gave me a pinch, and all the discipline was shattered with the bones of his hand, and his legs were weak, and he knelt down and kowtowed to me to confess his guilt, I snorted coldly, let him go, and no longer paid attention to this group of panicked thieves, and left with the miscellaneous hairy path.

We walked towards the square outside the station, and without looking back, the miscellaneous hair trail whispered: "These people are deliberate? ”

I nodded, but I didn't know if Lu Dao was the enemy of these two unlucky people, or if it was someone from the Evil Spirit Sect who came to pick up the station. We can't be sure, and we don't want to make a big deal about it, so we can only let them go, Zhang Jian and Gao Haijun's contact person is my high school classmate Yang Zhenxin, this time I came to Chenzhou, agreed to stay in a hotel in Beihu District, since someone will come to contact us, and I will not stay longer, waiting for a taxi next to the railway station square, but the city is really not good to take a taxi, helpless, only to take a bus to go.

The room was booked by Yang Zhenxin a long time ago, we arrived at the hotel, checked in, called him twice, but there was no response, this is something that has been expected for a long time, if it weren't for his disappearance, the senior brother would naturally not trouble us because of this matter.

In the past few days, I was in high spirits and concentrated, but I was hungry, so I and Miscellaneous Xiaodao left the hotel and went to the neighborhood to look for food. Chenzhou city is not big, but as the southern gate of Xianghu Province, but also the capital of coal mines and non-ferrous metals, the center is also quite prosperous, from the friendship in the imperial city past, everywhere restaurants and nightclubs, we did not deliberately, just found a restaurant that looks pretty good, ordered a table of hot local dishes - Guiyang stuffed tofu, Jiahe blood duck, Yongxing Martin tofu, Qijia bacon...... Eating is so refreshing, full of wine and food, it is late at night, and I have returned.

Back at the hotel, the two of them got on the elevator with a smell of alcohol, crumbling, as if they couldn't walk, but when we opened the door and walked in, the faces of both of them changed, and they looked at it quietly.

I have a tacit understanding with Zamao Xiaodao, and I don't ask, and it is a violent beating to cover my face, but the man cried, saying two big brothers, my own brother, my own people!