On the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, Wong Tai Sin pinched his fingers and counted, today is the most prosperous day of the year, the weather is good, cloudless, sunny, if there are hundreds of people gathered, even if it is a ghost and a ghost, he may not dare to appear. He quickly pulled out his mobile phone and dialed the county magistrate's number. "County Magistrate Sun, I have prepared neatly, you quickly clear a vacant land in the most densely populated area of the vegetable market, and today I will do something to get rid of ghosts!"

County Magistrate Sun said yes again and again, and he was very happy to hear it.

"Dad, are you really completely sure? There are so many people, if you lose face, you won't be able to mix here in the future!" When Huang Daxian hung up the phone, Huang Xiaoxian asked uneasily and impatiently.

"If there is really an evil ghost, I can't do it as an immortal. In this case, it is better to let it go, success or failure is only today, and if you lose, you will leave here forever! If you win, the name of my great immortal will definitely be great, and then you don't have to nest in the broken county town, and you can go directly to the city to make a scene, wouldn't it be happy? And I have calculated that today the yang energy is the strongest, and the evil spirits will not dare to do it. Survive today, it is the day we will make a fortune!hahahaha!" Wong Tai Sin was full of confidence, and his eyes revealed the atmosphere of an imminent outbreak of nouveau riche.

The vegetable market is where people gather and come and go, and the news that Wong Tai Sin wants to do it spreads and immediately causes a sensation. Grandparents, uncles and aunts, nephews and nieces, seven aunts and eight aunts, relatives and friends, eight generations, everyone who knew each other called the phone, and soon the news spread from the county seat to the surrounding areas. From the county to the town to the township, and finally to the village, to each household, all in one go, leaving no dead ends.

People who love to watch the excitement immediately stopped the work at hand, playing cards,, drinking, eating, completely distracted, electric cars, tricycles, bicycles, buses, sedans are all dispatched, from the village to the township to the town to the county, the crowd is surging, the traffic is busy, bustling, the road is crowded, it is simply a pomp to welcome the gods. Soon, the vegetable market was surrounded by water, the first three floors and the last three floors, crowded with people, very lively.

Li Sheng naturally wants to take this opportunity to gain a long insight, and at the same time break the feudal superstition, and find an opportunity to fight this Wong Tai Sin who instigated Li Jinda to cut off his own hands. The bus didn't squeeze in, so he set off on his motorcycle. found a place to lock the car from a distance, and Li Sheng desperately squeezed into the crowd.

At this time, Wong Tai Sin had already cleaned up the venue and set up the table, with melons, fruits, pears and peaches in the front, and then a row of pigs' heads, dead chickens, dead ducks, and a dead fish. Later, there are three pillars of finger-thick incense inserted in the incense burner, and at the back are three jade carvings of Taoist Sanqing, all of which are only the size of a palm. Red incense candles lined up on both sides, burning vigorously. In the corner of the table, there is a pile of rune paper, drawing pictures that normal people cannot understand. Next to it are two palm-sized, quaint bronze mirrors and a bowl of black dog blood.

There was a brazier on the ground on one side, and a woman in white was squatting next to a large basket of fire paper, burning slowly. On the other side was a jar, well sealed, and I don't know what was inside.

Wong Tai Sin is wearing a very grand robe today, a Taoist robe inlaid with gold thread, embroidered with a portrait of Zhong Kui, a gold-rimmed Taoist hat, and two swords behind him, wrapped in yellow cloth, only the sword handle is exposed.

The main leaders of the county level were all present and stood down, and the mayor and secretary of the town also came close and were able to watch it up close. Further behind them were armed men dressed in black and wearing sunglasses. Several unusual figures were also scattered around, six monks in monk's robes, four priests and bishops in missionary robes, and some tightly wrapped things with them. The competition in the industry is fierce, and although these ten people have always claimed that they are here to deter demons, everyone thinks that they are here to smash the field.

It was nearly noon, and the people were almost gathered. Wong Tai Sin shouted and sang: "The dojo is successful, and the relief will be completed." The lord of fasting is pious, and he worships with incense. Under the altar, all the people in the sea raised the holy name. The sea of bitterness is surging and self-calling, charming and not waking up for half a minute, and the world does not read the Mida, and walks in the world in vain. Watching the mountains up close, listening carefully to the silent water, the flowers are still in spring, and the birds are not surprised. In August, the Mid-Autumn Festival geese flew south, a roar and a sadness, the geese had a return day, and the dead souls did not return. ”

The singing was low, tragic and desolate, extremely moving, and the surrounding crowd suddenly fell silent. Although it was far away, the sound effect on the scene was not bad, and there was only Wong Tai Sin's voice, so Li Sheng could hear it clearly. He clearly remembered that Guo Dajiao's lead singer was much better than this.

"This is clearly the lyrics of Buddhist practice, why do you a Taoist sing Buddhism?" shouted a young, handsome young man among the monks.

"The Buddha and the Taoist family, this is your Buddhist family who stole the Taoist lyrics, just a thief, what is the face of asking me!" Wong Tai Sin didn't look at the man, facing the offering table, and replied softly very casually.

The young monk was about to argue, but was stopped by the fat monk beside him, gave him a look, and signaled him to calm down. In the world, although Buddhism cannot do Christianity, it can kill Taoism, which is a great religion that has gone to the world. Judging from the current domestic situation, Taoism has always been unable to do Buddhism, but in Cangnan County, it was suppressed by Huang Daxian to death, how could the monks be convinced. If the law didn't care about this, Wong Tai Sin would have been beaten to death a long time ago.

The pastor on one side had disdain in his eyes. As far as the world is concerned, Christianity is definitely the number one, which round of Buddhism and Taoism have been seized, but in Cangnan County it is at the bottom. The bishop has already been lectured many times, and his face has been disgraced to the Atlantic.

Huang Daxian reached out and grabbed a sword on his back, and pulled it out violently, which turned out to be a peachwood sword about half a meter long. At the same time, the other hand pulled out a golden bell from his bosom. He held a peachwood sword in his hand, shook the bell, circled left and right in the dojo, circled back and forth, babbling in his mouth, saying some words that he didn't understand, and from time to time his eyes were wide open, as if he was glaring at something.

After about a quarter of an hour, he came to the offering table, pierced a wad of runes with his sword, and carried them around the field again, as if he were holding a torch to drive away wild beasts, and from time to time he stabbed into the air with a murderous light from his eyes.

After four or five minutes, Wong Tai Sin shook his sword and shouted, "Go!" In an instant, the fire paper caught fire. He flicked his sword, and the rune paper flew in the air, burning at the same time, which was very beautiful.

"Good, good!" the crowd erupted in thunderous cheers and applause, as if they were watching a show.