Both the people from the Military Mansion and the Criminal Division had already evacuated first.
Zhou Yue originally wanted to send someone to take Dai Jianshui back first, but Dai Jianshui looked at Feng Yun and finally waved his hand, signaling Zhou Yue to take people away first.
He stood there, watching Feng Yun take Brother Pingtou on his final inspection tour on Baiwu Mountain.
"Magistrate Dai, why haven't you left yet?"
After confirming that the last trace of Yin Qi on Baiwu Mountain had dissipated, Feng Yun was ready to go to the hospital with Brother Pingtou, but he saw Dai Jianshui standing here.
"Director Feng, let me take you to the hospital!"
Dai Jianshui really regarded himself as the driver.
This time in Linjun, it was really Feng Yun who turned the tide that led to the current peace. Dai Jianshui always felt that his verbal thanks were not enough. He wanted to do more to help Feng Yun. He didn't seem to feel that he, the county guard, was responsible. What's wrong with a driver.
After giving Dai Jianshui a serious look, Feng Yun seemed to have thought of something. He took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, smoked one and handed it over, "Chief Dai, have one!"
Dai Jianshui was a little confused, so he subconsciously took the cigarette, skillfully took out the lighter and lit it, put it to his mouth and took a deep breath.
After blowing out a smoke ring, Dai Jianshui realized why he was so natural?
He found that among the three people, he was the only one who smoked, and Feng Yun put away the cigarette after handing him a cigarette.
It was quite sudden.
"Um, Director Feng, aren't you going to smoke?"
After all, if you carry a cigarette with you, it doesn't look like you don't smoke, right?
“I don’t smoke, so I carry a pack of cigarettes with me for other purposes.
After all, I can’t carry a handful of sandalwood with me, right? "
As he walked down the mountain, Feng Yun explained to Dai Jianshui.
Dai Jianshui's curiosity was aroused.
He remembered something else. The person who set up the formation before Feng Yun just lit three cigarettes and stuck them on the ground. Is that how they were used?
"Director Feng, can this cigarette replace the sandalwood?"
Feng Yun laughed, "The art of offering incense depends on what you are paying respect to.
When Buddhists offer incense, they honor the Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha; when Taoists offer incense, they honor the Three Pure Ones; and among the common people, when they offer incense, they represent heaven, earth, and people.
There are really some different considerations in this.
Buddhism's requirements for incense are more stringent. The three branches of incense represent the three indispensable learnings of precepts, concentration, and wisdom. It also means making offerings to the Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha, and to the Three Jewels.
Generally speaking, it is actually a custom, and I hope it can be used to spread the news.
Just like people visiting graves, the incense itself has no meaning. What gives it meaning is people, not gods.
As the saying goes, the poor tell fortunes, and the rich burn incense. Burning incense is a cultural custom with a long history, which can be traced back to the Shang and Zhou dynasties..."
Feng Yun explained in detail, but Dai Jianshui felt as if he was listening to a book from heaven, with a confused look on his face.
Seeing him like this, Feng Yun shook his head helplessly and said another way.
“To put it simply, burning incense is actually a way of lighting something with aroma to complete a ritual.
For example, if I set up the Five Elements Spirit Gathering Array on Baiwu Mountain, it has nothing to do with whether I light incense or not.
It doesn’t mean that you can’t set up a formation without burning incense, nor does it mean that you can’t drive away evil spirits without burning incense.
Those with a low level use these cumbersome rituals to express their integrity.
Those with higher realms show respect through this ritual. "
When Feng Yun said this, Dai Jianshui finally understood.
"So, it's okay to not burn any incense, right?"
"Indeed.
The meaning of incense in ancient times was a signal.
Whether it's the smoke of a wolf or three sticks of fragrance, it's all the same.
The ritual of lighting incense originated during the Shang and Zhou dynasties. Do you think there were no gods before the Shang and Zhou dynasties?
Before the Shang and Zhou dynasties, many witchcrafts could achieve the effect of connecting heaven and earth.
Some of them use fire as their faith, some use corpses as their faith, and some use blood as their faith.
In the final analysis, it is just a more convenient ritual that can lower the threshold of communication between humans and gods.
In fact, do you think God will care, or will heaven and earth care whether you light cigarettes or incense? "
This was the first time Dai Jianshui had heard such a statement. Dai Jianshui admired Feng Yun's level even more.
People always want to impose their own ideas on gods and Buddhas.
Discrimination, persistence, delusion, greed...
People will not admit their ignorance, they will only cover their eyes and not believe the truth.
Although Feng Yun knew that there were still ghosts and demons in this world, popularizing science was the mainstream of this era.
People need unified weights and measures, just like the goose that Qin Shihuang did.
Otherwise, people will regard anything that is different from their own views as evil.
The same lessons abound in history, stained with blood.
Nowadays, China uses a smarter way and a more unified culture to help humans examine this world full of secrets.
This is the significance of the development of the times.
"Okay, Lord Sheriff, having said all that, let's get back to business.
On your side, what are you going to do when you go back? "
The three of them had already gone down the mountain and walked to the car. Feng Yun looked at Dai Jianshui with a solemn expression.
"Director Feng, don't worry. I'm already prepared. I will deal with Shengyu Real Estate immediately. In addition, I will announce the plans for the Baiwu Mountain project. Of course, I will also deal with the temple on Chenghuang Land immediately. Arrange it..."
Dai Jianshui has already made plans to fully cooperate with Feng Yun's actions, support all decisions of the polling bureau, and will never make decisions on his own again...
The vehicle left Baiwu Mountain.
Along the way, Feng Yun and the others could see that many people had gathered on the road. These people who had no idea what was going on were still stretching their necks to look towards Baiwu Mountain.
"Governor Dai, Linjun will be very busy next..."
Feng Yun sighed with emotion.
Dai Jianshui smiled bitterly.
This is indeed what their county will have to deal with next.
After sending Feng Yun and Ping Tou to the hospital, Dai Jianshui went back to the county government first, as he still had to support the overall situation.
As he went upstairs, Feng Yun sighed softly, "I wonder how Fatty and the others are doing?"
Brother Pingtou glanced at Feng Yun. Is the director worried?
"Don't worry, they are all trained by the director, they will be fine!"
He opened his mouth to comfort him, he really meant that, even though Fatty and the others were seriously injured at that time, they were still alive, right?
Hearing Brother Pingtou say this, Feng Yun reached out and tapped him on the head, "What are you talking about.
Precisely because they are all people I personally trained, I am more worried about whether they are good or not.
This time, they were really risking their lives.
With their strength, they were able to hold on for so long under the Four-Armed Bodhisattva until we arrived. If they didn't risk their lives, they wouldn't have been able to do it!
There is no shame in losing to the Four-Armed Bodhisattva! "
When it comes to the Four-Armed Bodhisattva, Brother Pingtou strongly agrees. Even he himself would not have dared to rush forward if it weren't for Feng Yun's various arrangements.
While he was talking, Feng Yun and Brother Pingtou had already arrived at the door of Fatty's ward.
Pushing open the door of the ward, Feng Yun was stunned for a moment when he saw clearly the people lying on the hospital bed.
This ward was specially arranged, and six people lived in it. In addition to the five people from the polling bureau, plus Taoist priest Qingyun.
The TV hanging on the wall was turned on, and the people lying on the hospital bed were all watching the TV with gusto. It was impossible to tell that they were seriously injured.
When Fatty and the others heard the sound of the door opening, they subconsciously looked towards the door. When they saw this, they were also dumbfounded.
Brother Flathead followed behind, not knowing what was going on inside. When he saw Feng Yun standing motionless at the door, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Fatty Fatty and the others were really in trouble?
Brother Flathead, who was thinking this way, rushed forward in a hurry.
After seeing clearly the situation in the ward, Brother Flathead was extremely speechless.
The fat man was holding a handful of melon seeds in his hand, and the skin of the melon seeds was still stuck to the corner of his mouth.
It's really outrageous.
"Bureau, Director, why are you here?"
The few people who finally reacted, the fat man stammered and asked, and the other people quickly sat up neatly.
Walking into the ward, he pulled up a chair and sat down. Although Feng Yun did not expect such an atmosphere in the ward, it also meant that the team members were all fine and he could rest assured.
One of the fat man's arms was in a plaster and hung around his neck. He handed the melon seeds in his other hand to Feng Yun, "Director, how about you crush some melon seeds first?"
Feng Yun was really dumbfounded, "You guys are living quite a comfortable life..."
Fortunately, he was worried on the way here, but this is the result?
Feng Yun suddenly felt that his worries were a bit unnecessary.
The injuries of the team members looked quite serious because they were all covered in blood. In fact, they were all minor injuries. They couldn't hold on because the strength in their bodies was completely exhausted.
After all, after a long period of high-intensity fighting, they didn't even have time to take a breath. If they could persist until Feng Yunlai, they were really completely exhausted.
After all, the most seriously injured person was the fat man. His arm was seriously dislocated and had to be repaired slowly with a plaster cast.
After Kong Jie sent them to the hospital, the hospital also provided treatment immediately, including blood transfusions and wound treatment.
The physical fitness of fat people is much stronger than that of ordinary people. If they don't recover, it will be faster.
The fat man pulled the flat-head brother to brag about his application record in the ghost market, "You don't know how awesome I am, fat man.
See my arm? It’s because of Fatty, when I saw the Four-Armed Bodhisattva, I jumped up and rushed over, slapping him several times..."
The flat-headed brother stared at the fat man with wide eyes, as if he didn't believe it at all.
When the other people heard the fat man boasting like this, they all suppressed their laughter.
Inside the ward, the atmosphere was extremely cheerful.
Feng Yun walked to Taoist Priest Qingyun's bed and sat down.
"Taoist Priest Qingyun, how are you feeling now?"
It seemed that Taoist Priest Qingyun's injuries were more serious than Fatty's. At this time, he was almost wrapped up like a mummy and lying on the bed, with only half of his face exposed.
Taoist Priest Qingyun didn't seem to care much about his injuries, "I have nothing serious to do, I just need to rest.
I'm really sorry for the director's concern! "
Hearing Taoist Priest Qingyun say this, Feng Yun shook his head.
"What the Taoist Master said was polite.
I also know everything about the Taoist Master, and I admire the Taoist Master’s broad-mindedness very much!
You should take a good rest and recuperate first. When the Taoist priest is healed, you are welcome to come and sit at the polling bureau! "
Feng Yun's invitation made Taoist Priest Qingyun's eyes light up. He originally wanted to meet this mysterious director and visit the polling bureau. Now that Feng Yun has taken the initiative, Taoist Priest Qingyun will naturally not refuse. .
Putting aside his worries, Feng Yun confirmed with the doctor the specific injuries of Fatty and the others. During the recent period, they still needed to recuperate in the hospital, and it would take at least ten days before they could decide whether to be discharged based on the situation.
Of course, due to their physical strength, the injuries have been basically controlled and there will be no sequelae.
After giving some instructions to Fatty and the others, Feng Yun took Brother Flathead and went straight to the polling bureau.
When returning to Liuhuo Avenue, you have to pass by Jingwu Subway Station.
Feng Yun's mind was focused on his matters. Although his eyes were looking out the car window, his pupils were not focused at all.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a strange figure. Feng Yun didn't pay attention to it, but after the car had advanced another five or six hundred meters, he suddenly thought of something and hurriedly called the driver to stop.
He got off the bus and walked quickly towards Jingwu subway station.
Opposite the subway entrance, the young man wearing plain white clothes looked towards the subway station, but did not walk over. He just kept writing something on the notebook he held in his hand.
The young man looks like he is only in his twenties, his skin is pale, and he feels like he has not seen the sun all year round.
The pen he uses to write and draw is not an ordinary pen, but a wolf-hair pen. Even the notebook looks more like an ancient scroll with a sense of time.
Neither the pen nor the ancient scroll seemed to match the young man very well, but the inexplicable aura of this young man made Feng Yun couldn't help but look up at the sky.
The clouds and mist in the sky avoided the area above the young man's head, leaving only a clear blue without any cloud or mist.
In the folkloric supernatural game designed by Feng Yun in his previous life, there happened to be a character whose setting was exactly the same as the young man in front of him.
After staring at the young man for a long time, Feng Yun walked up to him and spoke coldly.
"who are you?"
(End of chapter)
