"Folks!"

There is a large flat in front of the village chief's house, which is the place where people used to gather in Longmen Village to discuss matters, and it was also directly used by Rong Tianding as a place for practical affairs.

Rong Tianding doesn't know how to do things, but he can paint pig-headed fairy paintings.

It's a painting that has been painted hundreds of times, and he can now draw it with his eyes closed.

A large canvas was held steady by four fixed wooden poles, and Rong Tianding and Zhang Xuezhou also shouted.

"Wang Fuan was killed by the water ghost, it was not the mana of the fairy painting, it was the water ghost he met was too fierce, and he broke the protective mana of the fairy painting" Rong Tianding shouted loudly: "This painter personally painted a painting of the ancestor Jiutian Shangfu and the head of the five directions today, the generalissimo of the North Pole, the generalissimo Tianpeng Zhenjun, to collect the water ghost, and completely remove this water ghost that harms people and livestock from Longmen Village!" ”

Rong Tianding dipped his pen in pig blood, and then spoke impassionedly there.

It's not that his paintings can't work, it's that the buyer didn't spend money on a painting with stronger mana.

Of course, the immortal paintings with stronger mana are too laborious, and Rong Tianding is sacrificing his life to paint today.

Rong Tianding's mouth was nonsense for a while, and he used the set taught by Zhang Xuezhou together.

This set of rhetoric is not difficult to learn, not to mention that Zhang Xuezhou has endured the continuous edification of his parents who have failed to start a business for more than ten years, but whenever he goes to a certain sales office, he can basically hear similar routines.

The most central meaning is how difficult it is for me, I think about you, I have helped you get the greatest benefit, which I have spent a lot of money to strive for......

Watching Rong Tianding's performance, Zhang Xuezhou felt that his cousin was extremely qualified in sales.

He glanced at the ever-gathering crowd.

The previously identified murderer Wang Baoli is also involved.

It seems that because everyone attributed Wang Fu'an's death to the water ghost, Wang Baoli did not see any sneaky look on his face, and he was no different from many villagers.

"Painter Rong, can you really catch a water ghost in this fairy painting?"

The village chief of Longmen Village is an old man in his sixties.

These farming and grazing villages are completely different from Zhangjiazhuang, where the village chiefs and elders are all old people, and even the older the better, while in Zhangjiazhuang, they are young and strong hunters.

He looked at Rong Tianding with a respectful face at this time, and with a hint of apprehension, afraid that Rong Tianding's immortal painting would not be able to catch the water ghost.

"This painter's immortal painting is the ancestor of the Nine Heavens Shangfu, the head of the five directions, the head of the North Pole, the general of the left wall, the generalissimo Tianpeng Zhenjun, if this immortal can't suppress the water ghost, I can only suggest that your village move away quickly, so as not to suffer in the future!"

Rong Tianding was frightened, which immediately made the village chief of Longmen Village squirm and dare not speak.

Some people don't believe in immortals, gods, Buddhas and ghosts, but some people are deeply involved in it, even if it is a clay sculpture or a painting, they will bow down and pray sincerely, without the slightest disrespect.

This is the case with Rong Tianding's paintings.

In the eyes of Zhang Xuezhou and others, they can casually laugh at the painting skills, but such a pig's head fairy painting, the old village chief bowed and saluted, which looked extremely respectful.

This attitude has even affected many people.

There were more than 100 people watching Rong Tianding's painting and practice, but there were very few voices of onlookers and discussions.

Even because of the strange screams of patrolling Li Shuang last night, and the traces of pig blood that had not been cleaned on the ground, the village was extremely looking forward to this self-coming Dharma conference.

After a long drought and a rainy day, Rong Tianding's ritual may be a little weird, and it is not like the Mudao people who set up the altar and hold the sword, but the other party came at the right time.

Many people focused their eyes on Rong Tianding's pen, watching when the other party paints and when he catches ghosts.

"Almost!"

Nearly half of the people from Longmen Village came, and the most important thing was that Wang Baoli also appeared in it, and Zhang Xuezhou felt that he could start doing things.

He reminded Rong Tianding, which made Rong Tianding start to take steps that his six relatives did not recognize, and kept reciting the name of the immortal in his mouth.

He was like a drunkard, and after a crooked twist, Rong Tianding landed a stroke on the canvas.

After a stroke, Rong Tianding began to writhe again.

The method should not be too simple, so as not to be considered as having no effort, but if it is more complicated, everyone will not, so they can only use this drunken appearance to paint and delay time.

Squandering the lump of plasma in the center of the coagulated pig blood, Rong Tianding pointed to the east and the west, and the guide to the north.

Although his movements are deliberately artificial, he has been painting pigs for many years, and he can draw pigs with their heads closed and their eyes closed.

Soon, a vicious pig's head appeared on the canvas.

When Rong Tianding stabilized his posture and carefully filled the lower half of his body and armor, this painting of Tianpeng Zhenjun was complete.

"Phew! The patriarch of the Nine Heavens Shang Father, the head of the five parties, the general of the North Pole, the generalissimo of the capital, the generalissimo Tianpeng Zhenjun, is as anxious as the law, please ask the ancestor to go down to catch ghosts! ”

When the painting was dry, Rong Tianding flicked the brush, and then grabbed the canvas that was more than one meter long.

His eyes glanced at Zhang Xuezhou and the others, and when he saw that everyone was a little wary, he immediately tore off the canvas and shouted there.

"The patriarch said that the water ghost has infiltrated the village!"

Rong Tianding shouted, which made Rong Li's hand hold the pig-killing knife, and the patrolman Li Shuang struggled to get up, and carefully pushed open the window to pay attention.

In the village, many villagers heard Rong Tianding's shout, and some people were panicked for a while, constantly scanning and looking around.

"The ancestor said that the water ghost cast a spell and got on someone's body!"

Rong Tianding shouted again, many villagers were shocked for a while, and the direction of Wang Fu'an's house was changed, and some people looked at Wang Fuan's mother-in-law.

"Did Master Zu say whose body the water ghost went on?" The old village chief asked boldly.

"Master Zu's magic power is profound, but he is not omniscient and omnipotent, and he can know many names of Longmen Village" Rong Tianding Gao shouted: "But as long as you call out your name, the ancestor will definitely be able to identify whose body the water ghost is on!" ”

"Shout, shout to me, report your name one by one" the old village chief shouted: "Old decay...... The villain Wang Lide has seen the ancestor! ”

The old village chief gave orders to the villagers, and saluted the fairy paintings.

"Keep it short, just say 'Wang Lide'!"

Rong Tianding waved his hand, and an elder in the village immediately swallowed back the salutation words in his mouth, and shouted 'Wang Lixin' there.

The village chief and elders took the lead, and many villagers cooperated honestly, and there were few out-of-the-ordinary birds.

"Wang Baoli!"

An answer appeared among the villagers.

Wang Baoli's voice is not special, mixed with the villagers like an ordinary person.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Rong Tianding immediately shouted.

"Water ghost, the ancestor said that the water ghost is possessed by this person named Wang Baoli!"

Rong Tianding's hand trembled a little, but he reacted in a timely manner, and Wang Baoli identified the person as soon as his voice fell.

"The water ghost has a body attached to the human body, now is a good time to catch the water ghost, catch that water ghost!"

Zhang Xuezhou shouted, and Rong Li had already pulled out the pig-killing knife and rushed out.

Suddenly, he saw a fierce mother-in-law running with a pig-killing knife, and Wang Baoli's scalp was numb for a while.

Wang Baoli knew very well that he was not a ghost, but this designation made it difficult for him to refute.

That's just the way it goes.

If the gossip can still be ignored, it is likely that he will be killed by being wrongly accused of being a water ghost now.

"I'm not a water ghost!"

Wang Baoli shouted and refuted, but no one listened to him.

"The water ghost is afraid of fire, burn him!"

As the village chief trembled and shouted, this made Wang Baoli's scalp tingle, and he forcibly pulled away the crowd and ran away.

"These readers' methods of black-heartedness and wrong-serving are really ruthless, no wonder my mother asked me not to offend Master Li, lest I don't know when I was wearing small shoes!"

In the wing, patrolman Li Shuangji closed the open window with great confidence.

He touched the wound on his waist, and felt that in addition to not being able to mess with the scholars, he could not mess with those tigresses.

If he begged for mercy a second late, his waist would have been dug out by Rong Li.

In addition to being used for humanity, the waist is also the source of the body's qi, blood and strength, but whenever the waist is stabbed, not to mention that he will be killed instantly, it is inevitable that he will lose his strength instantly.

In normal martial arts practice, the throat, chest and other places are more common hitting points, and it is difficult to dig people's waists.

Rong Li, who killed the pig, obviously slaughtered people as pigs, and the fight was completely different from the normal way, so he suffered a loss under a few tricks.

"It's good to keep it!"

Li Shuang muttered.

He can keep his waist under Rong Li's pig-killing knife, and Wang Baoli may be difficult to say.