We chatted for a while, and then we talked about the demon tree.

I quite want to know what happened after I left that night, Kato Haraji didn't die, so did Hu Jinrong die? What about the others? What's the deal with the clay pot full of bones? What is going on with those dense ghost dolls? Countless questions have risen in my heart, and it is really a hundred claws scratching my heart! However, we don't know a single acquaintance here, Officer Shen, who doesn't even care if we have been stolen, and I can't count on him to give us any information.

I suddenly remembered that one of the people who entered the scene was his nephew, so I asked him to investigate. When he heard this, he pretended to be stupid and said Is there such a thing? How do I not know the way?

He didn't want to go, and I couldn't force him, so I had to give up. Now that I had already gotten the Soul Restoration Grass, I let go of my curiosity and didn't pay any more attention. I just thought it was just a little thing in my life that I had a bizarre experience, put my mind at ease, and it was over - I didn't expect that this matter was far from being as simple as I thought, and my next few years of running around were just for the things of these few days.

Of course, this is something I didn't know at the time, and that's a story for later.

We returned to the hotel, Brother Liu called and invited us to see Uncle Duan, I was too lazy to go, so I let Xiao Keming go, closed the curtains, lay on the bed by myself, and played a game of clapping with Duoduo. "You shoot one, I'll shoot one, a child on a plane......" I muttered, and then she patted very seriously, and sometimes when I was wrong, she tickled me - I was very afraid of itching; If she was wrong, she would look frustrated and pouted in displeasure, and I happily stretched her face and made lovely grimaces.

Without the Golden Silkworm Gu, I still have some "mana", or the power of faith, and I can still touch the flowers—of course, if she is willing to let me see them.

She was reluctant, but she didn't run away from my punishment, because she was a good boy and wouldn't play tricks.

Without the Golden Silkworm Gu, Duoduo was a little bored when she was alone, and even watching TV series was not as happy as before.

Xiao Keming came back in the evening and said to me mysteriously if he wanted to know what happened in the early hours of yesterday morning. Do you have a source, I ask? He said yes, you don't know that Uncle Duan, he is a big Buddha in the realm of Jiangcheng, sitting in the south and facing north, black and white, with hands and eyes reaching the sky. Speaking of this matter today, he told me a rough idea, and the accuracy is also inseparable. I'm interested, so you can just come and hear it.

He got a cup of tea, moistened his throat, and began to talk about it.

This wild donkey island is a worship site for Mazu in ancient times, there is a simple Mazu temple built by fishermen, it was destroyed by a hurricane in the forties of the last century, when the era is turbulent, the people even have a problem filling their stomachs, naturally they will not think about rebuilding the temple. Then they entered a new society and a new era, saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, breaking the four olds, and people gradually forgot about it. In the early 90s, Hu Jinrong, the owner of the botanical garden, was still a technical staff of the Forestry Bureau of Nancheng District, Jiangcheng, and met a master by chance.

The eight-handed god eyes were drooping, and he didn't have time to teach Hu Jinrong the most proud gambling technique in his life, and only talked about a secret story he occasionally heard.

This secret is a rumor about the Mazu Temple on Wild Donkey Island. Legend has it that in ancient times, the preference for sons over daughters, especially fishermen on the seaside, often encountered people who drowned after giving birth to a baby girl. Southern superstition, especially the people who wander on the beach all the year round, have pinned their lives on the sunny weather on the sea, superstition, dead babies dare not be buried casually, and the dead babies must be put into clay pots, buried, and then buried in the woods near the Mazu Temple on Wild Donkey Island. This custom is extremely bad (it means drowning a baby girl) and destroys human nature, but it has been passed down for a long time, and there are still fishermen who secretly do it until the Republic of China.

One day, the Eight-Hand Divine Eye passed by Wild Donkey Island, went to visit, and found that a green green vine and red flower actually grew in the buried baby field.

He has been wandering in the rivers and lakes for a long time, what kind of friends have been acquainted, and he knows a lot of anecdotes, although he is good at gambling, but his eyelids are also first-class interests, and he can see at a glance that this plant is a place of extreme yin and a spiritual creature of resentment, and it is called the flower of the other side of the Shura. This flower is essentially different from one of the four auspicious omen of the Buddha family, "Mahaman Zhu Shahua", which is born by absorbing yin qi and resentment, and is highly poisonous, also known as "dead man's flower", "hell flower", "ghost flower". Although this flower is highly poisonous, but ten years bear a fruit, red, big durian, fragrant, sweet and juicy, it contains the essence of the total spiritual power entanglement, the Buddha said, eat this fruit, can reach the other side.

No one knows what the other side is, but the effect of prolonging life and rejuvenating is still recorded in history.

The eight-handed god eye was supposed to be enjoyed by himself, but he was old, and he was afraid that he would not be able to avoid the catastrophe this time, and Hu Jinrong treated him very well during that time, so he recognized this righteous son, took out his former wealth from another place, and gave it all to Hu Jinrong, and died after turning over. And Hu Jinrong is doing this with good intentions, he didn't want a windfall from the sky, he himself does not believe in God, but he is also in awe of some inexplicable things, and he obeyed the last wish of the eight-handed divine eye, spent money to bury the baby land, built a private botanical garden, collected some flowers and trees, and occasionally involved in the flower and tree market, and also had a surplus.

Twenty years have passed, the green vines of the year have now grown as big as a canopy, Hu Jinrong visited the masters, fed with flesh and blood, and actually cultivated this Shura flower into a rare trolls flower, ripened, and then built a glass house with the Min Ling Bagua Array, suppressed it, and only after two years, he would enjoy this legendary spiritual fruit. However, he thought that he had done a secret job, but what he had done over the years had long fallen into the eyes of people with a heart, such as Uncle Duan, a big man who was both black and white, was extremely greedy, but he was afraid that the fruit was not ripe and did not snatch it.

However, this time, someone died, and even Hu Jinrong was seriously injured by a man in black, and he is still lying in the hospital unconscious. The matter is getting bigger, and many salivating behind-the-scenes people are red-eyed, wanting to find the anxious dead guy and plant lotus flowers in the turbid river.

Uncle Duan shook his head again and again when he talked about it, saying that that person was too hateful and ruined the heavens.

Why? If the fruit of the flower on the other side of the Shura is not fully ripe, the spiritual power of the whole body is full of poison, which is thousands of times more poisonous than cyanide in industrial chemistry, what is the use?

When I heard this, my heart throbbed.

Xiao Jingming laughed and said that I used to call you a little poison, and it was a little bit inaccurate, but now it seems that Lao Tzu's life survey technique is really accurate!

After laughing, he looked serious, and said that Uncle Duan and these people have already targeted Kazuo Kato's group of Japanese, and they are very suspicious, but we are also suspicious, and we are really caught in the thief's den, and the two of us are so idiotic that we are looking for Uncle Duan's people to make alibi evidence. Don't look at him as if he's just a nightclub owner, do you know what his real identity is? Behind the scenes of XX Real Estate Development Group! Niu B, there is a series of titles in the back, do you want me to swing with you?

I shook my head and said no, I can't afford to be frightened, this place is too dangerous, connecting Macau to Hong Kong, there are many masters, international giants are crawling around, and there are endless blackminds behind the scenes, I can't afford to play, who am I? I am a small self-employed person, and now I am an idle person in society, I can't afford to play, and I will be crushed if I don't pay attention. I'm going back, back to Dongguan, in a few days, it's the New Year, I have to go home. What about you?

Xiao Keming pulled me and said don't mind? He told Uncle Duan today about my humiliation in the morning, and Uncle Duan is ready to give me a head...... I said no, my own grudges will be settled by myself. Now I'm a fledgling kid, I don't know anything, I don't know anything, I care too much about hatred, honor and disgrace, I will only sink deeper and deeper into this quagmire, and my ability is good and indefinite.

Revenge always has to be avenged, but it is not today, not tomorrow, if you want to talk about protracted war, persist for a long time, there will always be a day when this little Japanese will bow his head and regret what he did today.

He laughed and said that you are always tolerant and indecisive. That kid, at a glance, knew that Lu Dao was a believer in Japanese Shinto, and he still looked like a genius, and if he didn't kill it, it would be trouble after all. I have a family all over the world, and I don't have anyone to worry about, if you don't mess with him, I'll him. It just so happened that Uncle Duan said here that there was a lack of a master to help, so I will stay here for a while, and I will first talk about this Kato turtle grandson.

I said you're climbing a high branch.

He laughed hehehe, saying that the poor road is home all over the world, just to catch ghosts and demons, and open the peace of the world, in fact, it is always uncomfortable there, but he borrowed the power of that uncle to do a few things to make the poor road feel at ease, don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense.

I chatted with Miscellaneous Trail for half the night, and we talked about many things, and we were not satisfied, but then I was so sleepy that I fell asleep. The next day, I exchanged QQ numbers, email addresses and other contact information with him (I had a mobile phone number before), and then said goodbye. After that, I called Officer Shen again and talked about leaving Jiangcheng, maybe the attention of the case was diverted, he didn't say anything, just no, I tentatively said that I knew Officer Ouyang from the Dongguan City Bureau, he hung up the phone, and called again after ten minutes, only saying that it was okay, but when needed, I should be able to be contacted at any time.

I said yes, this is no problem, I am a person, I like to deal with the people's police the most.

I left the room and left the hotel, and when I came out, someone stared at me, thinking that I was very hidden, I put all my luggage in the trunk of the car, and then went shopping empty-handed, and then looked for an opportunity to stun him. In the afternoon, I returned with a large pile of Jiangcheng and Macao specialties, and in the middle of the ten-year soul revival grass (which is what the Japanese call dragon blood soul revival grass) that I had taken the time to dig up, I got into the car and left Jiangcheng.

On the way, I wanted to call my cousin Lu Yan, but I was relieved of this thought.

I always feel like I can bring bad luck to people, so it's better not to mention it.

I've been thinking about it since Xiaomei's death.

Fortunately, there are flowers with me.