"Don't mess up the position of two people at this critical moment."
Zhang Er walked directly between the threshold and blocked Mao Yuanyang and me.
Mao Yuanyang snorted coldly and walked directly out of the hospital.
Zhang Er turned around and looked at me, and I said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Uncle Zhang, it's about my grandfather..."
"It's okay. Now you have enough ability to prevent others from talking nonsense, but today, you still need to focus on this matter." Zhang Er warned.
I nodded solemnly, and the two of them no longer hesitated and walked directly outside the hospital.
The night is so dark that the moon today is like a curved sickle, and a thin mist lingers in the night sky, revealing the coldness and solemnity.
This is not only a ghost moon, but also a dark and windy night that old people often say kills people!
Mao Yuanyang was very fast, and Zhang Er and I could barely keep up.
Zhang Er whispered in my ear: "Mao Yuanyang should be one of the best Taoist priests in Neiyang City. The original Taoist Priest Maotao was already very capable. He killed countless evil corpses and ghosts. Otherwise, your grandfather wouldn't be able to do it either." I will look for him to cooperate.”
"In today's business, Uncle Zhang will teach you something more. Mr. Yin and Yang is often the one who strategizes. The mourning stick in your hand should deliver a fatal blow at the critical moment, rather than you rushing in to fight. Do you understand?"
My eyelids twitched slightly and my eyebrows twitched twice.
Zhang Er continued: "The mantis hunts the cicada, the oriole is behind, and behind the oriole there is a hunter. Mr. Yin and Yang is the hand. Today, these people are led by Mao Yuanyang. They hate the man who stole his life with deep hatred. Qi The people at home can let them vent their anger, and they can also let you see clearly some of their methods, including the old man's methods."
"If you rashly walk in front of them, you will make Mao Yuanyang and everyone unhappy."
When Zhang Er said this, he remained silent.
I also completely understood, he was just trying to reap the benefits!
From beginning to end, wasn't Zhang Er strategizing?
It's just that the incident at Ji Niang Mountain and my betrayal made his calculations go wrong.
On the second trip to Buniang Mountain, Zhang Er took action at a critical moment. Corpse Head Mushroom broke the suppression of those servants on me. Otherwise, we might all be in Buniang Mountain now.
In an instant, the two of us had followed Mao Yuanyang.
A group of three people also arrived at the entrance of the village.
There are many people standing here, except for the dozen or so Feng Shui masters and Taoist priests, and behind them are people wearing uniform Taoist robes.
Almost all of these people bowed to Mao Yuanyang!
I could tell at a glance that they were Taoist priests from Changqing Taoist Temple. As the temple master, it was not surprising that Mao Yuanyang gathered these people.
The next moment, Mao Yuanyang raised his hand, and the Maotao Sword was raised above his head. His expression was solemn, and his voice was even lower: "This is the Maotao Sword of the old temple master. He died in the hands of a traitor. I am not sure who the traitor is." Is it here, but we have to charge some interest. The interest collected on behalf of the old temple master! The living person is left alive and handed over to Yang Zhan. If it is a corpse, destroy its body, break its soul, and make its soul fly away. It will not be reincarnated! "
Mao Yuanyang's voice was not loud, and his voice was obviously suppressed.
The Taoist priests behind him did not make any noise. They put their hands on their chests and clenched their fists almost at the same time, with determination in their eyes.
Mao Yuanyang glanced back at Zhang Er and me.
Zhang Er calmly walked among the Feng Shui masters. At the same time, he pulled my clothes, and I followed him out.
Obviously, Mao Yuanyang's face looked much better, showing a bit of aloofness.
At this time, a young man came out from among the Taoist priests and whispered in Mao Yuanyang's ear.
Mao Yuanyang's eyes clearly lit up. He waved his sleeves and said: "The Taoist priest who explored the road sent back information that they were holding an altar in the Wang family's abandoned house. The situation inside the house was unknown. There were a small number of villagers watching outside the house. We quickly surrounded it and directly Take action! Catch them off guard!"
At the same time as he finished speaking, there was also a man on the far side of the village road, running back with his body bent at an extremely fast speed.
When he arrived in front of Mao Yuanyang, he stopped. He knelt on one knee in front of Mao Yuanyang and called the temple master in a low voice. He came back to lead the way.
For Mao Yuanyang and others, this was their first time in the village, but it was extremely familiar to me. However, Zhang Er's words stopped me from stepping forward.
After all, it's not like he's working with Blind Man Chen and Liu Wensan. It's really the best choice to reap the benefits among people who have their own purposes.
The group of people walked forward quickly and soon reached the end of the village. Under the gesture of the man in front, the Taoist priests behind gradually dispersed in an arc.
After the end of the village, the house changed from a normal small second-story house with green tiles to a mud house.
If we walk a little further, we will soon reach the Wang family's abandoned house.
The Taoist priests dispersed, and I could see clearly.
They didn't disperse all of them, but they still left some people behind. They dispersed all of them just to surround and outflank them to prevent people from escaping.
And the few Feng Shui masters around him either held compasses in their hands, or took out Bagua Bronze Mirrors, as well as a kind of Feng Shui master's utensils. Some were ready to start, and some were also surveying Feng Shui. They should have already We discussed how to do it, so it seemed orderly.
At this moment, I suddenly received a message on my phone.
After I took it out, I looked down and saw that this message was sent by Chen Xiaopang, and it was a video.
The video was a little shaky, but I could recognize it at a glance. It was the courtyard of the Wang family’s house!
When we fought for our lives against the fools of the Wang family here, I, Liu Wensan, and Blind Chen were all seriously injured!
In the video, a group of villagers are kneeling.
These villagers all held a bowl in their hands, either their own iron bowls, ordinary pottery bowls, or even small basins.
Their expressions were somewhat fierce.
I recognized quite a few of them, and the most vicious ones were the ones who made the loudest noises when they tried to stop my grandfather from being buried.
It was obvious that the video was shot secretly, and he was shaking slightly all the time. Maybe it was Fatty Chen who was shaking after seeing this? What makes me even more shocked is that I asked Fatty Chen to watch from a distance. As long as no one left, where did he go? How did you get close enough to capture this video?
During this period, I don't know who said something later: "At this juncture, Luo Shiliu, what are you looking at on your phone? Don't do anything bad!"
I turned around and saw that the person speaking was a Feng Shui master with a beard, about forty years old, and a narrow goat face.
There was contempt in his eyes, I looked at me coldly, and he snorted coldly.
I ignored him and went back to watch the video. Zhang Er was beside me and his eyes moved over. After this delay, we walked to the back of the line.
Those Feng Shui masters and Taoist priests walked through us without hesitation. I vaguely heard the goat-faced Feng Shui master saying that he was afraid of death and wasted the inheritance of earthly relations.
My attention was focused on the video. The kneeling villagers had already begun to put down their bowls and cut their palms, letting blood flow in the rice on the bowls.
