"Folks!"
There is a large square in front of the village chief's house. This was the place where Longmen Village used to gather to discuss matters, and it was also directly used by Rong Tianding as a place to do business.
Rong Tianding doesn't know how to practice, but he can draw pictures of pig-headed gods.
This is a painting that he has drawn hundreds of times, and he can now draw it with his eyes closed.
A large canvas was fixed firmly by four fixed wooden poles, and Rong Tianding and Zhang Xuezhou also shouted.
"Wang Fu'an was harmed by a water ghost. It wasn't because the magic power of the fairy painting was weak. It was because the water ghost he encountered was too fierce and destroyed the protective power of the fairy painting." Rong Tianding shouted loudly: "This painter personally painted a painting of the ancestor today. Jiutian Shangfu, the commander-in-chief of the five directions, Arctic Zuoyuan, the commander-in-chief of the capital, Tianpeng Zhenjun, came here to collect the water ghost, and completely eliminate this water ghost that harms people and livestock from Longmen Village!"
Rong Tianding dipped his pen in pig's blood and then spoke impassionedly.
It's not that his paintings are not good, it's that the buyer didn't spend money to buy paintings with stronger magic power.
Of course, painting immortals with stronger magic power is too labor-intensive, so Rong Tianding risked his life to paint today.
Rong Tianding kept talking nonsense and used all the tricks taught by Zhang Xuezhou.
This set of rhetoric is not difficult to learn. Not to mention that Zhang Xuezhou has been constantly influenced by his parents who have failed to start a business for more than ten years. Whenever you go to a certain sales office, you can basically hear similar routines.
The most central meaning is how difficult it is for me. For your sake, I have helped you get the greatest benefits. This is something I have spent a lot of money to achieve...
Looking at Rong Tianding's performance, Zhang Xuezhou felt that his cousin was extremely qualified in sales.
He briefly paid attention to the gathering crowd.
The previously identified murderer Wang Baoli was also among them.
It seems that because everyone attributed Wang Fu'an's death to the water ghost, Wang Baoli couldn't see any sneaky look on his face, which was no different from that of many villagers.
"Painter Rong, can your fairy paintings really catch water ghosts?"
The village chief of Longmen Village is an old man in his sixties.
These farming and grazing villages are completely different from Zhangjiazhuang. Village chiefs, elders and other positions are filled by old people, and the older the better, while in Zhangjiazhuang they are held by young and strong hunters.
At this time, he looked at Rong Tianding with a respectful expression, but also with a hint of anxiety, fearing that Rong Tianding's fairy paintings would not be able to catch the water ghost.
"This artist's painting of immortals was commissioned by the ancestor Jiutian Shangfu who specializes in catching ghosts, the general manager of Wufangdu, Arctic Zuoyuan, the commander-in-chief, Tianpeng Zhenjun. If this immortal can't suppress the water ghosts, I can only advise you. The village must be moved quickly to avoid future disasters!”
Rong Tianding made a threatening sound, which immediately made the village chief of Longmen Village shudder and dare not speak.
Some people do not believe in immortals, gods, Buddhas and ghosts, but some people are deeply involved in it. Even if it is a clay sculpture or a painting, they will kneel down and pray devoutly without any disrespect.
This is the case with Rong Tianding's paintings.
In the eyes of Zhang Xuezhou and others, they could casually laugh at the painting of a pig-headed fairy with no more than this level of painting skills. The old village chief bowed and bowed in a very respectful manner.
This attitude even affects many people.
There were more than a hundred people watching Rong Tianding perform the painting, but there were very few comments.
Even because of patrolman Li Shuang's strange screams last night and the traces of pig blood that had not been cleaned on the ground, the village was extremely looking forward to this spontaneous religious ceremony.
After a long drought, there is rain. Rong Tianding's ritual may be a bit strange. It is not like setting up an altar and holding a sword like Taoist Mu, but the other party came at the right time.
Many people focused their attention on Rong Tianding's pen to see when he was painting and when he was catching ghosts.
"about there!"
Nearly half of the people from Longmen Village came, and the most important thing was that Wang Baoli also appeared among them. Zhang Xuezhou felt that he could start doing things.
He reminded Rong Tianding, which made Rong Tianding start to move like he didn't recognize his relatives, and kept chanting the name of the god.
He was like a drunkard. After a while of twisting and turning, Rong Tianding put a stroke on the canvas.
After one stroke, Rong Tianding began to twist again.
The method should not be too simple, lest others think it is a lack of effort, but if it is more complicated, no one will know how to do it, so they can only draw this drunken look to delay time.
Squandering the lump of plasma in the center of the clotted pig's blood, Rong Tianding pointed east and west, pointed north and south.
Although his movements are deliberately artificial, he has been drawing pigs for many years, and he can draw pig heads with his eyes closed.
Not long after, a vicious pig head appeared on the canvas.
When Rong Tianding stabilized his posture and carefully added the lower half of the body and armor, the painting of the Canopy Lord was complete.
"Hey! The Patriarch Jiutian Shangfu, the Commander-in-Chief of the Five Directions, Beiji Zuoyuan, the Commander-in-Chief, the Grand Marshal Tianpeng Zhenjun, is as urgent as the law, and asks the Patriarch to come down to earth to catch ghosts!"
When the painting was dry, Rong Tianding flicked the brush and grabbed the canvas, which was more than one meter long.
He glanced at Zhang Xuezhou and others, and when he saw that everyone was a little wary, he immediately pulled off the canvas and shouted there.
"The Patriarch said that water ghosts have sneaked into the village!"
Rong Tianding shouted loudly, which made Rong Li hold the butcher's knife in her hand. Patrolman Li Shuang struggled to get up and carefully opened the window to watch.
In the village, when many villagers heard Rong Tianding shouting, they felt panic for a moment and kept scanning their surroundings.
"The ancestor said that the water ghost cast a spell and got into someone's body!"
Rong Tianding shouted again, and many villagers were shocked for a moment. Their attention shifted to the direction of Wang Fu'an's house, and some people focused on Wang Fu'an's wife.
"Did the Patriarch say who possessed the water ghost?" the old village chief asked boldly.
"The Patriarch has great magic power, but he is not omniscient and omnipotent. He can know many names in Longmen Village," Rong Tianding shouted: "But as long as you call out your name, the Patriarch will definitely be able to identify whose body the water ghost has taken!"
"Shout, shout for me, tell me your name one by one." The old village chief shouted: "Old man... the villain Wang Lide has seen the ancestor!"
The old village chief gave orders to the villagers, and then saluted and called the immortal paintings.
"Keep it short, just say 'Wang Lide'!"
Rong Tianding waved his hand, and an elder in the village swallowed back the salute and shouted "Wang Lixin".
The village chief and elders took the lead in the stall, and many villagers cooperated honestly, with few standouts doing something different.
"Wang Baoli!"
A reply came from the villagers.
Wang Baoli's voice didn't sound special, and he sounded like an ordinary person among the villagers.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Rong Tianding started to drink loudly.
"Water ghost, the founder said that the water ghost is possessed by this man named Wang Baoli!"
Rong Tianding's hands were shaking a little, but he reacted promptly. Wang Baoli identified the person as soon as he finished speaking.
"The water ghost has taken on a human body and taken form. Now is a good time to catch the water ghost. Catch that water ghost quickly!"
Zhang Xuezhou shouted, and Rong Li had already pulled out the butcher knife and rushed out.
Suddenly he saw a ferocious-looking woman running toward him with a butcher's knife. Wang Baoli's scalp felt numb for a while.
Wang Baoli knew very well that he was not a ghost, but this identification made it difficult for him to argue.
The public opinion is nothing more than this.
If he could ignore the rumors, being wrongly accused of being a water ghost might very well cost him his life.
"I'm not a water ghost!"
Wang Baoli yelled and argued, but no one listened to his argument.
"The water ghost is afraid of fire, burn him to death!"
The village chief gave a trembling shout, which made Wang Baoli's scalp numb. He forced his way through the crowd and ran away.
"These scholars are so ruthless in their methods of treachery and injustice. No wonder my mother told me not to offend Master Li, lest I don't even know when my little shoes are being used!"
In the side room, Patrolman Li Shuang closed the opened window with great relief.
He touched the wound on his waist and felt that besides not messing with the scholars, he also couldn't mess with those tigresses.
If he was even one second late in begging for mercy, Rong Li would definitely dig out his waist with a knife.
In addition to being used for humane purposes, kidneys are also the source of energy, blood, and strength throughout the body. Whenever a kidney is stabbed, not only will he die instantly, but he will inevitably lose strength instantly.
In normal martial arts practice, the throat, chest and other places are common attack points, making it difficult to dig someone's waist.
Rong Li, who was butchering the pig, was obviously killing people as pigs, and the fighting was completely different from the normal way, which was why he suffered a heavy loss after a few moves.
"Fortunately, I saved it!"
Li Shuang murmured.
He could save his waist from Rong Li's butcher's knife, but it might be hard to say for Wang Baoli.
