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A table, a bean lamp, a pile of letters.

In his own house, Ao Yan held a piece of paper, his brows furrowed into the word "Sichuan", and he was deflated for a long time: "I have no biological mother, and I return to my vacuum hometown...... This can be regarded as a hornet's nest. ”

Hurriedly gathered all the letterheads, threw them into the brazier and burned them,

It turned out that Xie Shenpo, who was by herself, was the lowest minion of the White Lotus Sect, and she had been in Xiangliu Village for ten years, relying on means to scrape money, and handed over on the red soil slope of Xiangliu Village on time every month.

Judging from an account obtained from the dark grid, there are at least 5,000 wen each time, and more than 10,000 wen!

Such a lackey is loyal to the main, and will naturally be appreciated by the superiors, and in recognition of his merits, the latest letter has already stated that she will send her superiors to discuss matters.

"This organization is extremely rigorous, the upper and lower levels only hand over and do not communicate, and the same level only manages their own territory, no wonder Xie Shenpo has always only been powerful in this village, presumably other villages also have such minions, this is bad. ”

Ao Yan's fist clicked.

He has been here for so long, and he has also heard of the White Lotus Sect, which is a non-governmental religious organization, and to put it bluntly, it is an "anti-political cult" on the earth.

The sect is full of sisters, parents and brothers, like a family, and outsiders outside the sect, and if they dare to touch the followers of the White Lotus Sect, they will inevitably be attacked by them.

I heard that there was a drunkard in Mayfly Town who molested a woman from a good family, and the county magistrate beat him with thirty sticks, but on the third day, the county magistrate's whole family wore linen and filial piety, just because the drunkard was a White Lotus cultist, so even if it was about it, the government thought about it again and again and responded vaguely.

Whether it's true or not, it may be exaggerated, but it won't be groundless.

Ao Yan peeked at the leopard in the tube, and it can be seen that he has now directly killed the believer's higher-level minions, so what can he do?

The news of Xie Shenpo's death has been rumored, and I am afraid that it will not be hidden, and at that time, the senior level who will be handed over every month will know about it, and it will definitely be investigated. The goddess died in the village, and the enlightened people knew that the murderer would definitely not leave the village, and I am afraid that they would find out as soon as they found out, so what should they do at that time? A goddess Xie can raise a little ghost in this way, and she can only get rid of it with a cold sweat, but what about the upper layer? Even if he can beat him, if he calls his friends and gets everyone to come to the group to beat him up, he will definitely become "the first and most scumbag dead lake uncle in history."

was found out, there is only one end, a dead end!

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, there must be a way, there must be a ......"

Unconsciously, Ao Yan was covered in cold sweat, since he had Hubo Fuzhao, he had not invaded the cold and heat, and it was the first time that such a big cold sweat had occurred.

"Judging from the letter, the time when that person came will be at the end of each month to hand in the money, and the place is the red soil slope on the mountain at the edge of the village, and today is still the beginning of the month, which means that I still have twenty-three days to be comfortable——"

After thinking about this clearly, I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, and began to calculate the advantages and disadvantages of friend and foe in my heart.

"The enemy is bright and I am dark, the enemy's disadvantage is my advantage, and my advantage is still my advantage. ”

First, the other party still doesn't know that Xie Shenpo is dead, so although he is cautious when he comes, he will never be vigilant, and under the huge disparity, he has a certain chance of success in ambushing and killing, but the location must not be on the red soil slope. Xie Shenpo died in Xiangliu Village, and the people who came also died in Xiangliu Village, and the pig's head knew what the problem was, and he was afraid that he would die faster after the ambush on the red soil slope.

"Fortunately, the road leading to the red soil slope, in addition to the ridge of Uncle Zhao's house, is only a mountain road opposite the mountain, so if it is found out in the future, it will only be suspected that it was robbed and killed by unknown people, not Xiangliu Village. ”

Second, the strength of the other party to be a superior must not be low, and it can be seen from the letter that the strength is more than one grade higher than that of Xie Shenpo, and the gap can be reduced under his own ambush, but it must not be smoothed out.

"Alas...... Strength, or strength - the key to everything is strength, if I have enough strength, why use ambush?"

Thinking about the most important part of the problem, Ao Yan's brows furrowed even tighter.

It can be seen from Xie Shenpo's raising of little ghosts and the section of "Eastern Shepherds and Westerners Practicing Martial Arts" that this world is not as simple as I imagined, and there seems to be sword immortals and qi practitioners.

People have other means, so what do they have?

"Two bugs, one of which I took in as a boy under the seat. Ao Yan snapped three fingers: "I want to have more and stronger bugs, more powerful and more boys, and wrestlers!"

Then, if you want to have these, you can't avoid a big premise.

Incense! Merit!

"Yes, yes, yes, yes......" Ao Yan stood up suddenly, lowered his head and seemed to be pacing in the house, pouring beans and crackling to himself: "More incense, more merit, I have to find a way to make more villagers who want to stay to worship me, eradicate the wicked and do good deeds to get merit, yes! That's it!"

As soon as he figured it out, Ao Yan's footsteps stopped, and his fist slammed into his palm.

Syllable!

"Time waits for no one, I'm too late, now I still have thirty-seven incense left, four merits, although I can get ten incense sticks a day, twenty days is only two hundred, but what about the merits......?

He suddenly thought of the little ghost, uh no, it should be a boy under the seat of the lake.

That night, he instructed Changming to go around the village the rest of the time, except for guarding the temple on weekdays, inquire about the people's voices, record them, and hand them over to him at night.

Although Changming is small and mute, Ao Yan spent thirty merits to seal not only did not feel a loss, but also felt that he had earned it.

Why?

First, this little guy is smart, very perceptive to people's minds, and clever enough to think of some small countermeasures, and secondly, he can write, write articles, compose poems, keep accounts, and even help himself translate the cultivation content of an unknown ancient book he got from Xie Shenpo.

The one who can play a big role in Ao Yan this time is still Changming.

With the blessing of the merit of the boy under the Hubo seat, he can move without hindrance in the long term, but he can't go out of the boundary of Xiangliu Village where the Hubo tablet is located, or leave the scope of Ao Yan Shizhang.

When everything is done, Ao Yan dares to fall asleep, and this sleep will not be until the sun shines three strokes.

He got up in a hurry, and wanted to go to the red soil slope to survey the terrain to prepare for the future, but he didn't expect that as soon as his mushy face poked out of the door, he put on a big face, and he was so frightened that he hurried to the naked eye, and he was completely sleepy.

Who is this person?

Against the harsh summer sun and the noisy screams of the village, Ao Yan calmed down and saw clearly.

Blocking the door is a middle-aged fat man with small eyes who stretched out his hand and was ready to knock on the door, feeling like a good face, and after a while, he remembered that this person was not the shopkeeper of Longtan Building?

"What is he doing here, and how did he find me here......? White Lotus Sect?!"

Ao Yan was suddenly alert, the crack in the door opened slightly, revealing a small half of his face, and said in a simple voice: "You, you...... Who are you? What are you doing at my house? I tell you, even if you kill me, I won't have the money to pay it back. ”

Outside the door, as if he was stunned, he spoke: "This voice...... Sure enough, it's you, little brother, I'm the shopkeeper of Longtan Building......"

Ao Yan immediately interrupted, and said in a weak and tentative tone again: "What is the shopkeeper of Longtan Building! I, I don't know, don't bully me for reading less...... You spare me, I said I would pay it back next month for the two taels of silver I owe you, go and leave quickly. ”

"Little brother, you misunderstood, I'm not here to collect debts, I'm here to send money. ”

"Send money...... Ao Yan thought about it, thinking that he had some grass and trees, and besides, the fat man looked fine, so he cautiously opened the door and smiled at him with his teeth and squinted twice: "Where's the money?"

"Little brother, can you come in and talk?" The fat shopkeeper was so hot that his head was covered with sweat, and the sweat-wiping silk in his hand wrung out a stream of water.

"Okay......" Ao Yan looked at him and nodded in disbelief, but let him in anyway.

As soon as the shopkeeper came in, he pulled Ao Yan and sat on the stool, complaining: "Oh, little brother, I finally found you, you have to help me!"

"What's going on? I've only sold it once, so why do I act like a regular customer? Even if I sell fish, I'm not interested in it, I have two taels of silver now, and I'm not short for the time being." His life is at stake, so he has to be sent away. ”

frowned, but still poured a glass of water and told him to speak slowly, and told him to get out of the way after speaking.

The cup is a clay cup, and the water is cool and white.

The shopkeeper took a sip of his mouth and didn't touch it again, and began to talk eloquently, after hearing this, Ao Yan changed his mind about going to the red soil slope.

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