Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

In early summer, the sky is bright.

At six or seven o'clock in the morning, the city has not fully awakened, and the vegetable market is full of noise and excitement.

Liu Weidong rushed up the morning market with his stumped legs.

Along the road, vendors and passers-by who met each other.

"Oh, boss Liu came to buy groceries in person again?"

"Have you made a fortune recently?"

"Did you lose a few million? When do you treat me?"

...

The hello always contained the maliciousness of Yingying Yueyue, which made people confused whether it was a joke or a mockery. Liu Weidong just grudgingly responded, and then walked away quickly.

He is a local, and there are a lot of familiar faces in the vegetable market, but he only picks up some faces. It is not that he is cold, but somehow, recently in front of those "acquaintances", his bottom line is always to bargain. More expensive than others.

Whenever there is an objection, the other party will always say:

"How did your couple make a lot of money with Mr. Hong?

He defended it several times, but instead drew a siege that he was "not kind," and he was cowardly.

After walking around in the market, I saw a few middle-aged women whispering in the corner while pointing at him from time to time.

Liu Weidong recognized an old customer among them, and just about to step forward to say hello, the other party seemed to have run into a plague **** and dispersed.

He looked stiff and left the market with a wry smile.

But there was no peace on the way home.

During this time, students began to go to school one after another.

He was unlucky and ran into a bear kid.

This little boy wearing a red scarf was like a crow, while Liu Weidong was the carrion he was staring at, running around him with his "wings", croaking non-stop.

"Liu Lame! Liu Lame! Liu Lame! Liu Lame..."

Liu Weidong couldn't help but glared, and the parents who had been smiling and watching from behind immediately stepped in.

"What are you going to do?"

"he……"

"He is still a little baby, ignorant, what do you care about with his baby?!"

Liu Weidong had nothing to say, and fled with a dull head.

When I got home, I heard the wife's sharp curses when I went downstairs.

He happened to ran into a resident on the same building, and the other party did not speak. He had habitually bowed his head and apologized. Then just as usual, in the complaints of the other party and the scolding of his wife, go home, cook, pack up and go out to "work".

The way he "worked" was very unusual.

First go to a certain government department building, hang up a banner with the first four words "Plea for justice", and then spread out a white cloth with the whole story of Hong Daihai hitting a person, which is actually sitting in protest.

After that incident, my pet store was hit over and under and couldn't open it anymore. Staying at home to take care of his wife will be rejected by his wife and let him go out to find a way to find justice. But what he could do was nothing more than just protesting like this. After a few months, it was known to the whole city, and it became a joke among others for nothing.

He is frowning.

Suddenly, a broom drove the fallen leaves and dust against his face.

"Don't throw rubbish."

A sanitation worker randomly swept a few broomsticks at his feet. Liu Weidong quickly grabbed the white cloth and apologized as he dodged.

…………

In the taxi on the opposite street, Li Changan had a panoramic view of this scene.

"That **** deserves it."

The taxi driver next to him suddenly spoke, which aroused Li Changan's interest.

"How to say?"

The driver lay down his schedule and talked freely.

"This person turned out to be a pet shop. When the couple was walking in the past few months, they were hit by Mr. Hong’s driver. The baby had a miscarriage and his wife was paralyzed. Poor is pitiful, but he insisted that it was Mr. Hong who was drunk and driven. He’s. Just kidding, what's Mr. Hong’s identity, and he drove into him personally? As a result, the business hasn’t been done in the past few months, and the paralyzed women don’t care about them. They hang banners at the government office every day."

The driver's face was full of disgust.

"I see a lot of people of this kind, they are all spoilers, just to see someone else rich, no matter if he is rich or not, anyway, if I catch a chance, I want to bite a piece of fat."

"How much is this kind of spoilers?" Li Changan asked.

"How much." The driver patted the steering wheel, "I tell you, a few days ago, there was a man named Bao in Fengshun Village..."

At this point, the driver's tongue slammed into the brakes. He looked at Li Changan and laughed a few words, and he changed the subject abruptly.

"Teacher, where are you going?"

Li Changan fastened his seat belt and said with a smile:

"Fengshun Village."

The driver's face suddenly became a little weird, and Li Changan didn't say anything wrong.

"What's wrong? Don't you leave this car?"

"Go. Of course you have to go."

The driver made a few hehe.

"But you have to add money."

…………

"I have arrived in Fengshun Village, and I will interview Bao Zhiyun in a moment."

"Don't worry, don't reveal your identity."

"I know, be careful."

Li Changan hung up the phone and shook his head with a smile.

After being reminded by the Taoist priest yesterday, Captain Yuan Da immediately raised his vigilance against the Hong Daihai group by several levels. This time Li Changan went to the countryside to look for Bao Zhiyun, and he kept Li Changan from revealing his identity. For fear that the Taoist priest would reveal his true purpose, he let Hong Daihai clean up.

But how would he know that the battles Taoist priests have seen are far more brutal than some local violent gangs!

The Taoist priest put away the phone and looked around.

At the foot is a country road leading to a small settlement of a dozen families in the distance, and on both sides of the road, there are large stretches of red thatched fields.

At this time, the red grass has already been eared. The bright red thatch is densely packed like rice fields in autumn, blown by the long wind, like the floating flames of a prairie prairie.

This scene can be called a bit magnificent, but after a few glances, the Taoist priest lost his interest.

Probably because this thing is so mysterious, it is actually a kind of red thatch.

Li Changan is no stranger to it.

When I was a child, I was going to weed the ground, and the most annoying was to encounter this kind of thatch. Not to mention the cutting of leaves, the roots are deep and numerous, and they are connected to each other to form a net. You can’t just cut the root system to get the plant out, because it’s like planting a seed for it, and next year it will grow full of fields. . Therefore, in Li Changan's memory, this thing is the most troublesome to deal with.

Unexpectedly, it has now become the main ingredient of a medicinal wine that claims to "prolong life, nourish yin and invigorate yang".

I don’t know if the bubble of "Red Grass Medicinal Liquor" is accidentally punctured one day, how should the thatch be cleaned up?

The Taoist priest shook his head. This is not something he can decide. He was too lazy to think about it. He looked up to find the right direction and just went to Bao Zhiyun.

…………

Bao Zhiyun is a five-guarantee household and runs an ancestral Bodhisattva temple.

There are many small temples of this kind in the countryside, usually passed down from master to disciple or from father to son.

Although the name is related to Buddhism, the host is generally not a monk, and the enshrined in it is not all Buddha, but a combination of Buddhism, Taoism and even local wild gods, all according to local preferences, the famous Jade Emperor, Nanhai Guanyin, The unknown Pig King Bodhisattva and Ox King Bodhisattva.

In a word, it is to put all the gods who are needed together, worship whoever asks for it, and be ignorant of where the gods are. They are all called "Worship Bodhisattvas."

This profession was very popular in the early years, but now it is in a recession, and it is naturally the same in Fengshun Village.

Some time ago, the village took out the land near the temple to build a pig farm.

This Bao Zhiyun thought that he had no children, no heirs to the temple, and that he wouldn't be able to live long when he was old. Coupled with the people around him taking turns to persuade him, he was reluctant to accept it.

Unexpectedly, after inquiring about it, the area of ​​Miaozi was used to build a manure storage tank in the plan of the pig farm.

Where does this happen!

The old man stopped doing it.

But you can't say that people have done something wrong. First, the money is not taken and the contract is not signed, and secondly, it makes sense. This temple is handed down from the ancestors, and for some years, it is not too big or small as a cultural relic.

This is the protection of cultural heritage!

However.

Reasons can only be said and reasonable listening.

The company that built the pig farm is affiliated to the Red Mao Group. The owner behind the scenes is also the son of Mr. Hong’s wife’s uncle. He is a crab in Qishui.

The small temple was demolished that night.

The old man jumped his feet in anger and made a lot of fuss in the government office. He threatened to go to Peiping to petition, but when he arrived at the train station, he lost the news. Until a few days ago, he appeared again and became neurotic.

At the moment, he can't live alone, and is entrusted by the village committee to take care of him by his nephew.

…………

Li Changan figured out Bao Zhiyun's information in his heart, and raised his eyes to a small farmyard on the side of the road.

According to the address given by Yuan Xiaochuan, this should be the home of Bao Chunming, Bao Zhiyun's nephew.

"Hello. Is anyone home?"

Li Changan shouted through the gate.

"Someone, which one is outside?"

There were some accidents, and the door immediately responded. Then, the door opened and a dog rushed out and barked at Li Changan. The Taoist priest only swept his eyes, and the dog whimpered and ran back with his tail clipped, almost staggering the person who walked out behind the door.

The man cursed "dead dog", turned his head and smiled at the Taoist priest, and naturally wanted to shake hands:

"You are?"

"Excuse me." The Taoist shook hands. "My name is Li Changan, a reporter from Xiaoyu.com. This time I am here specifically to interview Mr. Bao Zhiyun and Mr. Bao..."

The identity of Xiaoyu.com's reporter is the vest that Taoist priests and Yuan Xiaochuan used to discuss.

This website is a local media in the province, with some columns based on folklore. It just so happens that Qishui has a remnant of the ancient deity worshiping the "Goddess of Salt Water", and the main deity enshrined in the Bodhisattva Temple passed down by Bao Zhiyun's family happens to be her.

Therefore, Li Changan's trip to use this vest is really suitable.

really.

"It turned out to be a comrade reporter, please come in, please come in."

This person was busy asking Li Changan to enter the door, but the Taoist priest noticed that he was about fifty years old, had a rich body, a fair complexion, and casual clothes, but he was wearing a pair of shiny leather shoes, wearing a mechanical watch, and his hair was combed. Glossy and shiny.

Bao Zhiyun's nephew, Bao Chunming, is a peasant who eats in the soil. His image and style do not match.

The Taoist asked directly:

"Are you the nephew of Teacher Bao Zhiyun, Bao Chunming?"

"Oh, I am not Bao Chunming." The man smiled, "I am another nephew of Bao Zhiyun, and my name is Bao Chunhua."

After speaking, he called out the two big and one small three people in the house.

They were Bao Chunming and their daughter. The family of three greeted them neatly. There was no surprise in their expressions but a little nervousness. The clothes on their bodies were also clean, brand-new, and very formal.

The Taoist glanced at the time. It was time to go uphill to do farm work. The three of the family were neatly dressed, and one of them happened to stay at home.

Ah.

This is really "a coincidence."

It seems that the tentacles of the Red Grass group of ground snakes stretched longer than expected.

Li Changan remained calm.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Bao?"

"exist."

Bao Chunming nodded repeatedly and pointed to a corner of the courtyard.

Taoist priests took a look.

There was a small shed built with asbestos tiles. Li Changan hadn't noticed before. He thought it was a doghouse or a firewood shed. Now, after a closer look, the "object" that is shrinking inside is clearly a big living person!

"We can't get it either!"

Bao Chunming quickly explained.

"He can't enter the closed space. As long as there are walls on all sides, he can't even open the windows. When he enters the house, he goes crazy. That's why we built a shed for him in the yard."

After speaking, Bao Chunming's wife was afraid that Li Changan, the reporter, would not believe it, so she went back and wrote about FAW, and then said:

"Not only that, he is also very afraid of the dark. The electric light must be lit all night. The power was cut off in the middle of the night last night. He made a noise in half of the village and couldn't sleep."

The couple seemed to have accumulated a lot of bitterness on weekdays, and they all vented it out at the moment.

After talking about it for a long time, it was not until Bao Chunhua coughed vigorously that he finally stopped.

The two sneered, and Bao Chunhua glared at them and said to Li Changan.

"Reporter Li wants to interview. We welcome it, but there are two points."

"Please say."

"One is that he is sick and no one can touch him. As long as he gets close, he will go crazy and beat others. If you want to ask, I’m afraid you can only ask here."

"It doesn't matter."

"Two, it's because he doesn't take care of others, sometimes he won't reply you even if you call it dead."

"It's all here, I have to try it."

So, the Taoist priest moved a small bench and sat down in front of the shed, and took out his notebook and recorder as if he looked at Bao Zhiyun's first glance, but Li Changan's heart was cold.

Bao Zhiyun hugged his legs and curled up at the bottom of the shed, his clothes were dirty, his gray hair and beard were stunned, his expression was dull, and his eyes were dizzy.

The Taoist tentatively asked:

"Teacher Bao, I am a reporter from Xiaoyu.com, and my name is Li Changan. Did you hear me? I have something to ask you."

Bao Zhiyun was dumb and speechless.

"We have contacted before, but some time ago, you suddenly had no news."

Bao Zhiyun was still sluggish.

Li Changan went on to say a few more words, and even mentioned "missing", "red grass medicinal liquor", "train station" etc., but Bao Zhiyun didn't respond at all.

The Taoist could not help but sigh quietly.

People are really crazy, and they really can't ask anything.

That being the case, it's useless to stay here, but to do a full set of dramas, the Taoist priest asked, "You are to the salt water empress..."

But I didn't think about it, just half a sentence.

Bao Zhiyun, who had been dumbfounded during the interview, suddenly looked up.

He stared straight at Li Chang'an, then suddenly lowered his head and turned out an object, holding his hands flat in front of the Taoist priest.

The old man opened his mouth.

Suddenly burst into tears.

"Buddha."

That object is exactly a statue of a god.

It's just an ordinary folk craftsmanship. The shaping and depicting are still attentive, but it is already broken, the left arm is missing, and the mouth is shoveled away to reveal the mud embryo.

But the Taoist priest perceives something unusual, the same thing as the statue of the **** in Liu Weidong's house.

Gods.

In other words, it is the soul born accidentally from the faith of all living beings and the devout worship of people.

But in this world of the end of the law, this kind of gods are also rootless. Even if they worship endlessly, they are mostly just ignorant and unable to produce complete wisdom. The same is true for this one in front of him, plus the loss of the temple and damage to the law body, has become a candle in the wind, dying.

The Taoist moved his mind and stretched out his finger to lightly tap on the idol.

Suddenly a flower suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Immediately, I saw the idol transforming into a beauty in a palace costume, but unfortunately his left arm was mutilated and there was no mouth on her face. She bowed to Li Changan Yingying, and then raised her right finger to point somewhere.

Then he changed his body and changed into a man's image. This person is sloppy and dirty compared to Bao Zhiyun, but Bao Zhiyun is dull, this person is stupid. Tilted his head, with chicken coop-like hair, grinning showing two rows of big yellow teeth.

Is this man... a fool?