As the dusk grew darker, on the country road covered with weeds on both sides, Buchibenma carried a calico schoolbag made of rags on her back, and walked in the direction of Dama Village with a few day students from the same village.
Buchibenma took a Chinese textbook with some curls and asked a girl who was about the same height as her to learn how to pronounce a few words. She also added the pinyin for words that she had not memorized in class. When she encountered a place that neither of them knew, Then use a pencil to draw two heavy circles.
On the dam in the distance, there are several wild goats stepping on the gaps in the dam to climb and jump on the nearly vertical rock-soil dam surface in order to eat the salt on the rocks.
The day students who live in Dam Village walked along the winding hardened road. It took more than half an hour before they saw the earth-yellow dilapidated ancient watchtower in the village and the scattered earth and stone watchtowers next to it.
The roofs of those three to four-story Tibetan-style houses have four pointed corners. On the top corners there is a sacred fort of the God of Dingla. White stones are placed on the sacred fortress to ward off evil spirits and avoid disasters.
Yu Peihuan used the magic circle to hide her form and followed Buchi Benma. The miniature magic circle in her eyes rotated and contracted, and the relevant data detected were displayed in the lower right corner of the mission recording screen.
Every residence in this small village is soaked in the thick incense of gods and Buddhas. On the sacred fortresses stacked with white stones, there are indeed fluctuations of extraordinary power, and the intensity is not low.
Yu Peihuan immediately entered the information that "supernumerary gods are very likely to be born" in her work diary. Before entering Dama Village, she stacked a layer of concealment circles for herself and placed a button-sized magic guide The weapon was embedded in the palm of his hand, and he was ready to ask for help from Li Zhixian and the officers of the Western Sichuan Evil Disaster Bureau at any time.
Yes, he is full of martial virtue and admirable.
Mr. Liang, who was watching the show and eating snacks in front of the screen, acknowledged Xiao Yu's caution.
Liang De has stayed in the world No. 415 on this shore for a long time, and he has been appointed as a special commissioner in the Evil Disaster Bureau. He is very concerned about the management system of extraordinary people in the Blue Star East Country, especially the so-called local gods. We already have a relatively comprehensive understanding of the management system.
Theoretically, all legal gods in the Western Sichuan region are under the close supervision of the local evil disaster bureau, undergo strict assessments on a quarterly basis, and reward good and punish evil.
At the same time, local evil disaster bureaus will regularly conduct inspections and cleanups in their jurisdictions to ensure that there are no wild gods working without licenses or evil gods violating laws and disciplines.
Whenever a new good god is born, the person in charge of the local god will report the situation to the Evil Disaster Bureau as soon as possible, and the Evil Disaster Bureau will send a special person to conduct a pre-appointment inspection of the new god. Their composition and actual performance will be graded, and then they will be added to the fixed positions as appropriate, or they will be incorporated into the Evil Disaster Bureau management system after signing an employment contract with the New God.
The Eastern Kingdom's Evil Disaster Bureau has a deep foundation and many soldiers. It has always maintained a glorious tradition of sweeping away all monsters, demons, and monsters. The Magical Girl Army, which combines physical education and Western education, has a strong military force and has always been very strong in the management of extraordinary creatures.
However, a long history is a double-edged sword. In Chi County, a land full of legends, there are endless good and evil gods with good reputations. There is no need to look at the local chronicles. If a common person opens the family tree and counts up seven generations, maybe There have been several Chenghuang Lands among our ancestors.
In cities with the reputation of being ancient capitals, sometimes a shovel of an excavator at a construction site can dig out several evil gods.
Friends who are in the business of moving mountains and unloading mountains to find gold and fight for gold, as long as they have some family education and know that life is precious, generally only dare to touch the tombs of the previous dynasty.
Those with a history of more than two hundred years, those with some famous Feng Shui, and those with local legends of evil sects will all stay away and will not be invited by anyone. No matter what the industry is, who has not developed a sense of production safety?
The extraordinary folk inheritance that continues to this day is full of strange things. Basically, there are one or two unique skills and learning to mutter... Hiding one's strength and biding one's time, if it is not for (love ài) (emotion), regardless of (body shēn), who knows that the old Wang next door knows how to wear it? As for the Laoshan Taoist priests who practice wall techniques.
With such a vast land and so many people, it is difficult to control negative energy thoughts, and many so-called gods relapse like colds and mouth ulcers.
This makes it difficult for the management work of the Dongguo Evil Disaster Bureau to be thorough, practical and detailed.
There are still some feudal dregs left in the old, young, border and poor areas, and it is inevitable that there are bad people among the ignorant people. Therefore, in a popular place like Daba Village, it is difficult to say whether there are undocumented wild gods or evil gods hiding there.
Four volunteer teachers and six students were already missing. The Western Sichuan Disaster Bureau had been busy for two months and found nothing. Yu Peihuan's caution was necessary.
She floated silently in the air and followed Buchibenma into a three-story stone-walled blockhouse.
Yu Peihuan first went to the sutra hall on the third floor of the blockhouse. The sutra hall was the most spacious and gorgeous place in the blockhouse. The exquisitely carved Buddhist niches took up an entire wall. There were many Buddha statues in the niches. Yu Peihuan looked at each of them. However, they are all common Buddha statues in Sichuan and Tibet areas, and there is nothing special about them.
In addition to Buddha statues, the Buddhist scripture hall of Buchbenma's family also enshrines expensive thangkas and various magical instruments. Several golden copper basins are hung above, and a bed of Zen prepared for the master is placed on the wall. , covered with a thick fine blanket.
Yu Peihuan carefully inspected the various furnishings in the sutra hall, but found nothing special. Just as she was about to check in other rooms, a middle-aged woman's scolding voice suddenly came from downstairs.
Yu Peihuan floated to the first floor of the blockhouse and saw a middle-aged woman wearing a large Tibetan robe pushing Buchi Benma in front of her.
"Where's the cow (milk nǎi)! Where's the eggs! Here's what I asked you to bring back!"
Buchibenma was almost as tall as the middle-aged woman, but she lowered her head and did not dare to fight back or walk away, letting the middle-aged woman push her around.
"Aunt Qucuo, the teacher said that cows and eggs can only be eaten in school. I wanted to take them out secretly, but Aunt Dorje blocked them, so I had to eat them myself."
The little girl lowered her head, her face full of guilt and fear.
The middle-aged woman named Qucuo Ama refused to let her go. First she pushed her again, and then kicked Buchibenma on the knee, causing the little girl to scream in pain.
“You ate it yourself, you ate whatever your sister ate!
You spend money and are disobedient, so what’s the use of raising you! "
Qucuo's mother raised her hand to hit Buchibenma on the head. At this time, a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old rushed in from the door, hugged Buchibenma, and received a fierce slap from Qucuo.
"Ama! Why did you hit Benma again!" The boy with big eyes raised his chest and protected Buchi Benma behind him.
"Tsering, she ate your sister's milk and eggs. She..."
"Benma is also my sister. She also wants to eat. You are not allowed to hit her!"
Dawa Tsering protected his cousin and glared at his biological mother.
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