At about three o'clock in the afternoon, a police car drove into Shiti Village, and a young policeman in his thirties and about 20 years old went to Shiti Temple after learning about the situation.

A group of people followed and climbed up, Shen Jiming also followed, the two policemen looked at the gourd vines on it and the traces of the messy wild boar trampling, took some photos with the camera and went down the mountain, and then took Zhang Sanye's earthen gun away, only said that there were a lot of wild boars on the mountain, so that the people in the village should not go up the mountain casually, if they met wild boars under the mountain, they could call them.

Watching the police car drive away, Shen Jiming's face twitched, and a group of old men also stared at each other, and Zhang Sanye also sat at the door angrily and snorted.

"What kind of thing is this?" Zhang Dejun's teeth itched.

"I'll just say don't tell the police, these guys can't do anything but deal with us muddy legs and bent feet!" said another uncle, smoking a cigarette and grumbling.

"Let's invite the Taoist priest to do a ritual tomorrow, German army, you go to contact this matter, Jianqiang will go to the town, buy more firecrackers and wax paper money, by the way, buy two more roosters and a black dog, and prepare more glutinous rice......"

At more than ten o'clock in the morning of the next day, with the sound of firecrackers, led by several motorcycles in the village, a semi-new van drove into Shiti Village, and finally stopped at the door of Zhang Sanye's house.

A ruddy-faced half-drawn old man got out of the car, with a bun on his head, a wooden hairpin, and a crumpled gray suit.

"Zhang Laosan, I heard that your baby saw a ghost yesterday!" As soon as the old Taoist priest came, he said with a smile to Zhang Sanye, who was standing at the door to greet him.

"What the hell is in charge of your baby!" Zhang Sanye snorted uncomfortably on his face.

"Look, look, I originally said that you are too angry, too ruthless, you don't believe it, people's hearts are at ease, you have to cultivate yourself more, there are no ghosts in the world, all in people's hearts!"

"No ghost, what are you doing here in a hurry, come to cheat money!"

"I'm not going to talk to you anymore (nonsense), are the things I want ready yet?" the old Taoist priest turned his head and asked Zhang Dejun.

"It's ready! right down the hill!"

"Well, that's good!" the old Taoist priest looked up at the sky, then took out a gossip compass from the pocket of his suit and turned around and said, "The time has not yet come, let's go, go and have a look first, go up the mountain at eleven o'clock, and start at twelve o'clock!"

"Do you want to eat before you go?" asked Zhang Dejun.

"It's better to wait until the ritual is done before eating!" the old Taoist priest waved his hand, and then picked down an old wooden box from the van, and a young man who looked to be about twenty years old also got out of the cab, and carried a large bag from the back of the van, and a group of people surrounded the old Taoist priest and walked up the mountain.

By the time Shen Jiming arrived at the bottom of the mountain, the offering table had already been set up, and an incense burner was on the table burning incense the thickness of three thumbs.

At this time, the old Taoist priest had already changed into a Taoist robe, and was putting the ceramic bowl, peach wood sword, and yellow table paper on the table in an orderly manner from the box, and then stood in front of the work with his eyes slightly closed, and his legs were not full of hands pinching the hand and reciting the words.

But just when Shen Jiming was ready to see how this old Taoist priest performed, he suddenly felt a trance in front of him, and all the scenery instantly became extremely dim, just like an old photo.

Here it is again! Shen Jiming couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and the more than ten people in front of him suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Shen Jiming waited for a few minutes, but he didn't see the worn-out scrap newspaper that appeared the first two times floating down, but he felt that there seemed to be a voice in his head that kept calling him to go up the mountain.

Could it be that someone will die in this ritual?

Shen Jiming was a little frightened in his heart, but he thought that what he saw in front of him was only an illusion that had not yet happened, so he forcibly endured the thumping heart and walked along the path hidden by thorns and trees towards the mountain.

Shen Jiming walked this road three times in a row, and he quickly climbed to the front of the ancient temple.

In the messy clearing, an offering table was turned over, the porcelain bowl fell to the ground, sprinkled with chicken blood all around, the incense burner was upside down on the ground, and a few sticks of incense were broken and fell into the grass.

What frightened him was that in front of the offering table was a man in a Taoist robe, face down motionless, still holding a peachwood sword in his hand, and paper money and yellow table paper scattered everywhere around him.

This person must be the old Taoist priest who does things, and not far from the old Taoist priest, there is a young man lying on the ground, also wearing a suit, his face is full of bruises, his eyes are round and terrified, this is the old Taoist priest's helper.

Shen Jiming didn't need to look at it anymore, knowing that these two people were dead.

"Come here and help!"

A voice woke Shen Jiming up, his body shook slightly, and the dim scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, replaced by the situation he had just seen, at this time the old Taoist priest had finished reading the scriptures, and instructed the villagers to bring their work and everything to start going up the mountain.

And it was his father Shen Jianting who shouted Shen Jiming, and asked him to help carry the old Taoist's box.

Shen Jiming's face changed drastically after a moment's pause, if the dream just now was good, maybe it would not be three days later, but just today, the old Taoist priest and his helpers would die in the ancient temple.

"Dad~ Can you not go up to do things today?" Shen Jiming hurriedly walked to his father and whispered.

"How is that possible?" Shen Jianting frowned, then thought for a moment and said, "Did you see something in the ancient temple yesterday?"

"Well, I saw a black shadow rushing towards me yesterday, otherwise I wouldn't have shot, I'm afraid something might happen today!" Shen Jiming said anxiously.

Shen Jianting smiled bitterly and said: "How can so many people stop it today, not to mention that even if it is said that Daoist Tang will not agree, he is here to exorcise ghosts! Moreover, the village has also scraped together two thousand yuan for this matter......

When the father and son were talking, a large group of people had already started to go up the mountain one after another with their things, and Shen Jiming had no choice but to follow behind with the box, constantly thinking about how to deal with this matter along the way.

Soon a group of people walked to the Stone Ladder Temple.

Tang Daoist looked at some gourds hanging on the tree, and was naturally stunned for a moment, and then didn't say much, took out the compass and walked around the open space in front of the ancient temple a few times, and asked the villagers to cut down weeds and thorns in a few places, and then folded a yellow charm into a strange shape and buried it in the soil, and poured a bowl of glutinous rice on it and inserted a stick of incense.

After doing it, Tang Taoist asked people to place the offering table under a persimmon tree, and the weeds around it had been cleaned up, so he put the incense burner and porcelain bowl on the table again, took a big rooster from the hands of a villager, cut off the cockscomb with a knife, squeezed out a small bowl of chicken blood, took out a peach wood sword and waved it in the air a few times, dipped his fingers in chicken blood and drew some winding runes on the offering table, closed his eyes and began to read the scriptures again in a tone and frustration, then put down the wooden sword and turned around and said: " Let's go down the mountain first, and when we hear the sound of firecrackers on the mountain, we will come up and help clean up our things!"

"Let's go, go down first, don't affect Daoist Tang's practice!" Zhang Deming shouted loudly, and more than a dozen villagers who followed up the mountain turned around and went down the mountain one after another, and soon they all walked cleanly.