"Ouch, ouch, it's raining, my old cold legs, they're starting to hurt again."

It was getting dark and the lights were bright.

In a small restaurant, an elderly man is complaining about the recent cold weather.

Jiang Sheng ordered a tomato scrambled egg rice bowl, and he didn't eat much meat during this time, because it was easy to regulate.

"If your legs hurt, then soak in a hot bath, rheumatism and bone pain like yours, what you need most is to drive away cold and dehumidify."

The proprietress of the store is very enthusiastic and very nimble. At this moment, while serving Jiang Sheng side dishes, he was gossiping with the old man.

"Hey, hot bath, that's what you mean."

Perhaps thinking that the proprietress had a good proposal, the old man smiled and took a sip of wine, and then sighed again.

"Hey, it's a pity that the bathhouse of Lao Zhang's house is closed, otherwise I would really have to soak in it for a few more years."

"Oh, you mean the Zhang's bathhouse at the entrance of Zuo Street, right?"

Here, the proprietress has already started a fire and fried ginger's rice bowl.

Although the young man's appearance was unusual, out of hospitality, she didn't pay much attention to it, and even continued to talk to the old man about the hot bath.

"Yes, it's the Zhang family. Hey, you said that their family is not having a good time. It's been a time-honored brand for decades, but the family's life is not good, and the old husband and wife die early. The rest of the juniors are difficult to accomplish, and they are scattered, and now, there is a pair of orphans and widows. ”

The old man spoke, as if recalling something from the past, and then stuffed two peanuts into his mouth.

"It had to be the host of the Duan Bodhisattva Temple to help them, so that the two mothers and daughters didn't live on the streets."

Duan Bodhisattva Temple?

Almost the moment he heard the word, Jiang Sheng's ears pricked up.

I have to admit that he has been a cat for a long time, and some of his small actions have also brought a bit of cat habits.

"Thanks to our good luck in going down the river, we built a temple that does good, doesn't cheat incense or tricks, and helps us do things."

The proprietress in the kitchen nodded in agreement, as if she had thought of something in a hurry, and couldn't help but laugh again.

"Last month, I listened to your words and went to the Guanyin Temple to ask for a child. And guess what, just a month later, my daughter-in-law was pregnant. ”

"Ouch, then I have to congratulate you."

"No, no, when the time comes, the doll will be 100 days old, and you can remember to come."

"Okay, I must come, I must come."

In the small store, the figures are shaking, and the atmosphere should be warm.

Then.

Jiang Sheng suddenly opened his mouth and asked the old man.

"The Duan Bodhisattva Temple you are talking about, is it very effective?"

There was a moment of silence between the seats.

The old man crossed his eyes, glanced at Jiang Sheng, smiled and waved his hand.

"Young man, you are a foreigner, this Bodhisattva temple has been built here for almost hundreds of years. Spirits don't work, everyone has their own sayings.

But what about the temple, it will soon be rated as that, that, yes, the national second-class cultural relics building.

You're fine, boy, go check it out, it should be pretty good. ”

"Centuries-old temples......"

Jiang Sheng muttered to himself.

It was thinking that if it was a weird synergy, it wouldn't be hundreds of years old. Otherwise, according to their style of behavior. In the world today, evil spirits are not everywhere.

Moreover, since there is an official certification, there is no risk in thinking about this temple.

However, there are no absolutes, and if you have time, you still have to take a look.

"yes, hundreds of years."

Xu is lamenting that the years are grinding, and the old man bows his head and drinks the stuffy wine on the table.

"Come on, come on, young man, your donburi for rice."

The proprietress came out of the back kitchen with a steaming rice bowl in her hand.

Outside, a light rain was dripping, and the fireworks were ethereal nearby.

At this time, Jiang Sheng didn't feel weird.

……

Duan Bodhisattva Temple, Duan Bodhisattva Temple.

As the name suggests, it is an "object", a temple that honors the "Bodhisattva".

……

At the same time.

Keihoku City, Psionic Management Office Headquarters.

A middle-aged man pushed the door open and walked into an office.

and handed over a work report to an old man.

"Manyang, does he have anything to explain?"

Looking down to sign another document, the old man glanced at the report sent by the man, and asked as if he didn't care too much.

In this regard, the middle-aged man's gaze flickered vaguely a few times, and finally said regretfully.

"Except for what the long tongue heard, there was basically no other information."

"Hmm." The old man nodded faintly, obviously expecting such a situation.

"Did he say why he betrayed the organization?"

In his words, it's because he recognizes the idea of weird synergy more.

The middle-aged man shook his head, as if to express his position.

"Moreover, the other party is willing to pay him a resentful spirit after the deed is completed."

Hearing this, the pen in the old man's hand finally paused.

"Has it reached the point where you can use your soul as a price code?"

There was a long silence in the empty office.

After that, there was another old sigh.

"What about the black cat, its rain is still in Blue Mountain City?"

"Yes, it is currently staying in the Xiahe District of Blue Mountain City, and the specific location is still unknown."

"Send more people. Since Manyang has already said that Blue Mountain City is very likely to be another experimental site for strange synergies, then you should hurry up. Don't let a cat do all the work of the management office, the state doesn't raise us to eat dry food. ”

The old man spoke, his tone stern, but his expression seemed to be a little older.

"I know it, I'll tell it later. By the way, Director, there is one more thing. ”

Nodding his head to take the old man's words, the middle-aged man opened his mouth to bring up another topic.

"What's wrong?"

The old man asked faintly as he leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed.

"Right now, the situation out there is not very stable."

The middle-aged man spoke at an unhurried pace, as if he was considering the subsequent wording.

"Shouldn't we recycle some of the stewards' spells to reduce the risk?"

This is not the first time this proposal has been made.

The old man actually considered its feasibility.

However......

"If the steward loses the spell, how can he deal with the spirits, and even the enemies who may have them?"

The old man slowly asked about his concerns.

The middle-aged man stopped talking.

So the old man shook his head as well.

"We don't have enough manpower, and we need to spread out to deal with the problems of the whole country, and this matter will be talked about later."

"I see."

The middle-aged man also understood that the management office was in difficulty, but Bai Jie was his adopted son.

To this day, he still doesn't approve of the decision to expose teenagers to spells, even if they are talented, they shouldn't be considered.

Unfortunately, the Psionic Management Office is indeed very short of staff.

"That's right."

Just as the middle-aged man was about to leave, the old man in the office stopped him again.

"Although for a while, it is estimated that there will be no results.

But don't shrink the number of people searching for the black cat, we must now determine its attitude, and not let it get out of control. ”

"I understand."

"Well, let's get busy......"