For a week, Wei Xiaoyu visited the towns around Fengtian, but he didn't gain anything except the modern new countryside.
Seeing that he was running out of money, Wei Xiaoyu thought to himself that he couldn't go begging for food, so he was going to go back to the city to think of a way, but he couldn't deceive the rich. These were also the experiences taught by his uncle.
Just when Wei Xiaoyu was about to leave Lujiatun, Wei Xiaoyu also overheard someone talking about something.
While waiting for the bus at the station, the conversation between two middle-aged uncles behind Wei Xiaoyu caught his attention.
The taller middle-aged man was the first to say: "Have you heard? Mr. Wang from Wangjiatun passed away yesterday. He couldn't put on this shroud. Moreover, as soon as the funeral shed was set up, an evil wind blew up, causing the whole village to tremble. Everyone up and down knows it!”
Another short, fat, middle-aged man replied: "Mr. Wang is a highly respected man. How could you not have heard about this? My wife's natal family is from Wangjiatun. I heard that Mister Wang faked the corpse last night!"
The thin high school senior continued: "I heard that the three boys from Mrs. Wang's family beat a yellow-skinned bird to death in their own yard and even peeled off the skin!"
The short, fat middle-aged man sighed and said: "These three boys have been living in the provincial capital for several years. They say they believe in some foreign religion and have forgotten all the rules left by their ancestors. He thought they had the support of some priests and wings. Just be tough, otherwise he would dare to offend Wong Tai Sin."
The tall and lanky man replied: "These three guys opened some kind of club in the city. They have made a lot of money in these years. They have ruined Mr. Wang's fame in this life!"
The two of them were talking enthusiastically, probably because the bus coming into the city was coming. The two of them also lowered their voices and started whispering. They thought they would continue talking after getting on the bus, but Wei Xiaoyu did not get on the bus with them.
Wei Xiaoyu had been to Wangjiatun two days ago. At that time, he found that the aura there was very chaotic and seemed to be haunted by fairies. However, Wei Xiaoyu didn't take it to heart at that time. He thought that there were many horse fairy families in the northeast, and maybe there was one in Wangjiatun. It may not be the dojo of any immortal family.
Listening to the conversation between the two of them, it seemed that Mr. Wang was very famous in the local area. Since he was gone, he should be laid to rest. Wei Xiaoyu decided to go to Wangjiatun to see what the situation was like.
So Wei Xiaoyu spent a long time arguing with the aunt who sold the tickets. Finally, the aunt couldn't stand Wei Xiaoyu's insistence and returned the dozen yuan she had paid for the tickets to him.
For Wei Xiaoyu, who is almost penniless, a dozen yuan may last him a week, so this money must be returned.
Wangjiatun is not far from the station, but the more than ten kilometers of road is also very painful for Wei Xiaoyu.
He doesn't have the cultivation level of his uncle, who can use the ability of "shrinking the ground into an inch", and more than ten kilometers will disappear in a blink of an eye.
There is no flying cold wave sword in the hands of the master. Wherever you want to go, you can just fly with the sword.
Wei Xiaoyu hadn't mastered his own "Blast Art" yet, so he could only use the yellow talisman paper on his body to draw two "magic walking talismans" and stuff them into his shoes, so that at least he wouldn't be too tired when walking.
In this way, it took Wei Xiaoyu more than two hours of stopping and going to get to Wangjiatun.
When Wei Xiaoyu arrived at Wangjiatun, it happened to be noon. At this time, Wei Xiaoyu, who was hungry and sleepy, really wanted to find a place to have a good meal.
But it seems that in Wangjiatun today, every household has not started cooking at noon. Without asking, Wei Xiaoyu knew that everyone in the village had rushed to the Wang family compound. He heard that the three boys from the Wang family had invited a man from the provincial capital. A priest is here to deal with Mrs. Wang’s affairs. Can this foreign monk really know how to recite sutras?
Many people also had this idea in mind and ran to watch!
Wei Xiaoyu stood in the village square and looked up. Only the largest courtyard at the east end was crowded with people. He knew without asking that it must be Mrs. Wang's home.
Wei Xiaoyu also learned from the villagers that when he was young, Mr. Wang also participated in the battle to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea. After returning from the battlefield, he served as the village chief of Wangjiatun. Over the past ten years, he also led the villagers of Wangjiatun to cultivate land. The wasteland has allowed many villagers to live a good life.
Mr. Wang has six children in total, three sons and three daughters. Now that he has lived to be a hundred years old, he should be considered dead. With so many children and grandchildren, he should not have any regrets.
The death of an old man like this would always be a sign of mourning anywhere in the country, but it happened that the three boys from the Wang family beat a yellow-skinned boy to death in front of the old man a few days ago. After that, the old man Wang passed away without even breathing.
This third boy of the Wang family is not the third eldest child in the family, but the youngest child in the family, as Mrs. Wang had a son in his later years.
Among the three boys of the Wang family, he ranks third, so for so many years, everyone has become accustomed to being the third boy and the third boy!
This third boy's name is Wang Shengde. He is in his forties this year. He was in prison a few years ago. In the end, his wife divorced and ran away, leaving him with a half-grown son.
I heard that Wang Shengde took the blame for a gangster brother, so after he came out of prison, he became prosperous, and his brother did not treat him badly.
While these three boys were in prison, they somehow suddenly embraced Catholicism and became the most loyal believers of Catholicism. From then on, in his eyes, except for the Virgin Mary, all the other gods and Buddhas in the sky became demons and heretics. , not to mention the Chumaxian family that is popular in the Northeast.
Anyone who dared to do anything with Huang Pizi in Liaodong must be a ruthless person. There were people who did not believe in evil and beat Huang Pizi to death for stealing his own chickens. As a result, the fate of this family is self-evident. Either the family was destroyed, or strange things happened constantly.
The better ones invite disciples to reconcile with the Immortal family, and invite the Immortal family into their homes to worship them for a lifetime, thus avoiding disaster.
Now these three boys only have the Holy Lord in their eyes, and they certainly don't take these impure animals seriously. However, what happened to the Wang family in the past two days made him feel panic again, so he sent Father Peter from the provincial capital early in the morning. I invited him over and wanted him to be saved by the Bible and buried in peace.
There were also young people watching around who complained that Mrs. Wang spent his whole life fighting foreign devils when he was young, and now that he has come to invite a "foreign Taoist priest" to give him salvation, it is really ridiculous and funny. In the local dialect, it is really embarrassing!
Wei Xiaoyu hid in the crowd. The reason why he was able to understand so much was because he had a clear view of the words and deeds of everyone around him.
Over the years, his master had taught them a lot about the German soldiers. His master often warned them that no matter where they go, they must "see all directions and listen to all directions." Only by taking all the troubles around them into their own hands can they never fail.
Wei Xiaoyu didn't understand it when he was young, but now it seems that his eyesight and hearing are indeed stronger than ordinary people.
And the hard training was not without results, but from everyone's words and deeds, Wei Xiaoyu had already figured out the ins and outs of the whole thing.
At this time, Wei Xiaoyu also fixed his gaze on the priest holding a cross in the courtyard. Wei Xiaoyu also saw that this man had no cultivation at all, but looking at his pious look, he didn't look like a liar. Maybe next What happened would have had a great impact on his devout Sacred Heart. It might be true that Jesus himself could not save him even if he came!
The reason why Wei Xiaoyu looked like this was because he had already seen a yellow-skinned spirit sitting on the coffin of Mrs. Wang, looking at the meticulous priest with great interest.
