Mysterious World, I Have Special Understanding

  Chapter 7 is here

  Dusk, sweet-scented osmanthus tea house.

  The county magistrate of Shanlan County, dressed in plain clothes, hurried to a private room, appearing very low-key.

  If it weren't for the obvious upright Chinese-character face under his bamboo hat, no one would think that he is the county lord in the city.

  After he came to the private room, he bowed respectfully to the man across from him and said, "Your Excellency."

   Opposite him, sat a man in a short shirt.

  The man looked honest and honest, as if he had just worked in the farmland and was called here temporarily.

  But the county magistrate faced such a man, but he didn't have the slightest airs, and was even quite panicked.

  He stood up and poured tea for the other party, and asked, "Teacher, when will the Divine Cult leave this county? I'm afraid it will take too long and attract the attention of the superiors."

  The honest man drank tea, took off his shoes, and said, "What, is the county lord trying to drive us away?"

  The county magistrate felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy for a moment, and said, "Why did the magistrate make such a statement?"

  Actually, the magistrate of Sangshui County had nothing to talk about. When the news of the Fenglian Sect’s preaching at night first reached his ears, his first reaction was to send someone to investigate and try to stop it.

  As a result, the next day, he received a letter and was too scared to take any action.

  Because there is only one sentence in the letter - "Master County, you don't want to be known by the Supervisory Department about being a bandit at the top of the mountain, do you?".

   This is the biggest secret of the county magistrate of Sangshui County. He was originally the leader of a group of gangsters at the top of the mountain.

  He thought the mountain was so high that the emperor was far away, no one would know the secret, who would have thought

  The honest man smiled honestly: "My lord, don't be impatient. Don't worry, there is only one time. This time is over. Goddess Fenglian will go to the next place to save the people from fire and water, and let them ascend to the fairyland of prosperity.

   When the time comes, you can continue to be a promising county lord. "

   As he spoke, he patted the county magistrate on the shoulder with his hand that had just snapped his toes.

  The county magistrate did not hide, and said seriously: "Thank you, thank you."

   When leaving, the newly appointed county magistrate of Sangshui County had a gloomy look in his eyes.

  Damn it, this county magistrate deserves it, and he was happy when he was not a gangster.

In the tea room, the **** envoy who was picking his toes clapped his hands and said, "Two priests, this time the goddess will take away more people than before. Please take care of me? I remember that there were two people missing last time." .”

  At this moment, two robed men, a man and a woman, came out.

  The man's eyes were bright, as if there were flames burning in them, which was a little scary.

  Women wear black veils on their faces, giving people a feeling of distance.

  Compared with the honest envoy in front of him, they are more like masters, so they don't have much respect in their eyes.

   As a result, at this moment, the angel's clothes suddenly moved, and two human faces appeared on his chest.

  At this time, the face on the left said in a low voice: "Do you hear clearly?"

  The two priests trembled and said nervously: "Yes."

  The human face disappeared, and the envoy returned to his honest and honest look.

  He patted the female priest's shoulder, rubbed it, and said, "Trouble both of you."

  Ji Que is a person with strong mobility, and he said that if he wants to start the Fenglian Sect, he must do it.

   Soon, he began to inquire about Fenglian Sect in the name of "I lost my aunt."

   But he discovered that this sect was surreptitious, preaching in the city at night, and disappeared before dawn, like a ghost.

  Except for some farmland in Sangshui County, there are barren grasslands and lush forests. Even though there are many congregants preaching at night, it is still difficult to find traces after leaving the city.

   There are people who want to find Fenglian Sect. After all, many family members have not returned to the religion, so they inevitably ask, but they don't get much.

  If Ji Que put his mind to it, he would naturally be able to find clues. After all, there are hundreds of people preaching at night, and probably none of them can fly.

   But he didn't want to waste the effort. Unless the Fenglian Sect ran away, they would come back to preach sooner or later, so he just had to sit back and wait.

  In the afternoon, Ji Que went to the West Market once and collected another dozen rotten eggs.

  People in the vegetable market, this is the first time I have seen someone who collects rotten eggs, and they don’t give money if they don’t stink.

  On the road, Ji Que held a basket of rotten eggs, holding his breath.

  His breath-holding technique is already top-notch, coupled with the blessing of Tai Chi Zhenqi, he can hold his breath longer and avoid being smoked.

  On the way, it must have been bad luck. A pickpocket wanted to touch his wallet, but he vomited with a "wow" not long after he approached.

  Ji Que turned his head, and said falteringly: "I can't stand the stink, and still want to be three hands? No way, no way, when did the threshold for three hands get so low?"

  The pickpocket didn't get anything at all, he was so smelly that he vomited, and was ridiculed by others, so he screamed in anger.

  In recent years, many thieves and bandits have thought differently. The thieves cannot steal, or after being discovered, one becomes angry and turns into robbery.

   "Smelly miscellaneous."

  As a result, the thief was about to yell and get mad when Ji Que leaned over. The thief only felt a strong stench coming from his nostrils, and he vomited again.

  He climbed to stay away from Ji Que, but Ji Que followed him like a gangrene.

   "I beg you."

   "Don't, don't come here."

"Wow!!"

"I'm wrong."

"Wow!!"

  After a lot of tossing, the pickpocket lay on the road, foaming at the mouth, already dying.

  Seeing this, Ji Que sighed, "This rotten egg is really real."

   Along the way, he was possessed like a plague god, and the people around avoided him one after another, and there was no one within three feet of him.

  Back home, Ji Que hung the rotten eggs in the corner of the backyard, together with the previous rotten eggs.

   After that, he came to the front yard before letting go of his breath.

   As a result, there was a residual smell on the clothes, and he couldn't stand it.

   This thing is amazingly lethal, but people who don’t know the Fenglian Sect can’t stand it.

  Night, the night is as deep as water.

  Sangshui County is very quiet, except for occasional whispers from people burning candles.

  The gate to the west of the city opened silently, and the guard stood there with dazed eyes, without any expression.

  A team of hundreds of people walked slowly through the street. When the yellow paper was scattered, the sound of recitation echoed in the streets and alleys like a tide.

  Ji Que didn't sleep, he was doing push-ups.

  Exercising the muscles of the body will also drive the circulation of true energy in the body, and there is a feeling of complementarity.

  He didn't go to bed very early in the past two nights, because it was time to come according to the missionary rule of "work one day and rest six" taught by Fenglian.

"coming?"

  A faint sound of chanting sutras floated from the night, and even the sound of insects all around disappeared at once.

   This is indeed a phenomenon that only existed when Fenglian Sect was preaching.

  Ji Que didn't hesitate, he held his breath and lifted the basket of rotten eggs, and with his body on the ground, he swam into Yuhua Lane like a fish.

  In Yuhua Lane, there is a maple tree with luxuriant branches.

  Ji Que swam up against the trunk of the tree, and soon hid in the tree, his figure was like a ghost.

   "Hey, how do I feel that I have the potential to be a thief?"

  Ji Que nested in a tree, complaining to himself.

  The moonlight is like frost, sprinkled on the ground.

  The yellow paper team is only a hundred steps away from here.

  (end of this chapter)