Everyone in the company was in extreme danger, and Luo Ning took action to turn evil into good fortune.

Although Luo Ning opened a construction company, his main business was to demolish temples.

For example, the two people who came today asked for the demolition of the clan ancestral hall.

In July 92, Linqu County was in a period of high construction, ten miles and eight townships were being demolished, the person who came was named Zhong Dabao, and an accompanying old man did not introduce himself, he sat quietly next to Zhong Dabao.

"Master Luo, I'm also out of line, in order to demolish the ancestral hall in the village, I talked about seven engineering teams before and after, as long as it is time to start construction, the accident will be guaranteed, if the demolition work is delayed, I can't explain to the government, and I can't explain to the villagers."

Zhong Dabao is the head of Magou Village, and the village was originally scheduled to be demolished at the beginning of the year, but because of the problem of the ancestral hall, it is impossible to break the wood until now.

In these years, fools know that demolition can make a fortune, and the whole village is very anxious, but no one dares to forcibly demolish the ancestral hall.

Because on the ground around the ancestral hall, as long as you click on the drill bit, blood will gush out from the cracks in the ground and in the soil.

The pigs, cattle and sheep raised by the villagers will hit the machine with their heads when they seize the opportunity, and the brains that do not hit will never stop, and no one can stop them.

As long as it was overnight, everything was restored as new, but the corpses of pigs, cattle and sheep that were killed were standing straight at the door of the ancestral hall, and they couldn't be pushed down.

"Okay, in the afternoon, I'll take someone over to have a look." Luo Ning agreed.

Zhong Dabao left with a thousand thanks, and the old man beside him nodded to me politely when he left.

The moment he turned around, I suddenly felt that his black clothes were particularly eye-catching, what kind of day was it, and he was still wearing an old cotton jacket?

Suddenly, I was agitated and got goosebumps all over my body.

Is this old man a dead man? Are you wearing a shroud?

"Uncle Luo, that old man just now, I don't feel like I'm alive."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Don't you really see that he's wearing a shroud?"

"This old man is a yin walker, the yin walker must extinguish the true fire of the body, when doing things, he has to wear a shroud taken off from the corpse, generally speaking, accompanied by a yin walker, the situation is already a little dangerous."

After that, Luo Ning shook his head slightly and said: "What the people of Magou Village are anxious about is not the demolition money, but their lives. ”

I've only heard of walking in the yin.,The main thing to do is to send the dead on the road.,The ghost work that comes into contact with the ghosts.,Generally speaking,It's all living alone in a deserted and uninhabited place.,Only when you take the work.,Will come to the place where the crowd gathers.。

At lunchtime, I begged Luo Ning to take me to Magou Village, and he agreed.

Although I was 12 years old, I had never gone to school, and it was Luo Ning who taught me to read and write.

As well as some feng shui, walking, and hard skills.

Maybe I was born with Xuanmen, and I learned my skills very quickly, which means that I am a bit of a genius.

However, no matter how much I tried to gather my spirit, I never penetrated Luo Ning's mind and captured his memory.

In the afternoon, as usual, Uncle Dongzi drove the tattered Jinbei, and the three of us went to Magou Village.

Demolishing the temple is a team job, and it takes at least three people to run it.

First of all, the altar owner who is in charge of the rituals, because most of the temples to be demolished are strange temples, and most of them need to balance yin and yang, so they must be done.

The second is to visually inspect the feng shui of a place, judge the difficulty of demolishing the temple, and discuss the remuneration with the owner accordingly, which is called panjin in the jargon.

The third is the person who maintains safety, and is called a wrestler in the industry, because the Yin Temple is mostly in the barren mountains and old forests, and it is inevitable that there will be wild beasts infested, and strong people need to be driven away.

In our team, Luo Ning is both the altar owner and the panjin, and Uncle Dongzi is the wrestler.

It is said that he is a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple, and he is wearing a horizontal golden bell hood iron cloth shirt.

But looking at his thin appearance, I don't feel like a person who practices martial arts, I also asked him, Uncle Dongzi is silent, most of the time he just sneers, at most he says: "." ”

I have entered the consciousness of Uncle Dongzi, and I can only see him in childhood, a little boy with a bare head and always hanging snot, who was bullied and even beaten by almost all his peers.

I sympathize with his childhood experience, so I can't bear to look at it anymore.

When the car was driving, I passed by Fuze Mountain and saw the dilapidated Fulong Temple from a distance, and I felt very uncomfortable.

"Uncle Luo, this temple can't be restored?"

I'm a cliché, because I can't ask about the past because adults don't talk about it.

"You've listened up......"

As soon as I heard this, my ears pricked up, and Luo Ning continued unfazed: "If you don't know the ins and outs of the temple, no matter how inconspicuous it is, you can't touch it at will. ”

"Was he hunted by a ghost?"