The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

"Tmd, no wonder, no wonder, no wonder this village became rich so weirdly and quickly, no wonder this remote mountain village can directly set up factories, build villas and bungalows one by one, and it turns out that it is all fucking primitive accumulation."

Wang Haiqiang gritted his teeth, and the doubts that had been hovering in his mind disappeared in an instant.

But he didn't expect to do such an unrestricted activity.

Suddenly, Wang Haiqiang felt gusts of wind behind him, with thorns on his back, as if something was lying on his back.

He didn't dare look back.

"Read...good...read...good..."

Wang Haiqiang didn't dare to look back, he could only see from the corner of his eye that there were long strands of hair and a blue-skinned weirdo lying behind him, speaking in his ear.

In addition to hearing Nianjia, he also heard many indescribable voices, and Wang Haiqiang didn't even dare to respond.

However, the ghost behind him did not embarrass Wang Haiqiang. After smelling Wang Haiqiang's smell, he floated away, and Wang Haiqiang collapsed on the ground.

It was just a ghost...

"Damn...grass."

After Wang Haiqiang cursed secretly, he was about to escape from the mountain village, and took the news to his colleague Li Ming, and took the news out!

.........

"Come on, cheers."

"Cheers, for Water Gate Village."

"For Shuimen Village!"

Shuiming and Shui Qingwei are eating wine in another room. This delicious food has everything you can expect from abalone, ginseng and belly. Lafite red wine is all garnished, and everyone has Moutai Wuliangye.

"Brother really spent a lot of money, this Moutai wine can be used to rinse our mouths."

The corners of Shui Qingwei's mouth almost reached his ears.

Suimei also smiled slightly.

"Hey, we've done this, gargle with Moutai? You can water the flowers!"

"Brother Ming, tall!" Shui Qingwei raised his cup.

"Weizi, be tough!"

"Brother Ming, you are tall and tough."

"cheers!"

He Shui Qingwei figured this out, and everyone's profit is worth the money. If the higher-ups dare to parachute the village chief or village official down, within three days, they will definitely let him go.

"Hey, I didn't accept you before because we were uneducated. Now, what brother Ming Zi wants to do, I support you." After a wave of compliments, Shui Qingwei whispered: "Brother Zi, what should the police do?"

Shuiming drank a small cup of Moutai, and said calmly.

"Is there any expensive and good wine here? Treat the police officer to drink."

Shui Qingwei is also a human being, and suddenly realized.

Falling off a cliff after drinking!

"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with it. We're not proficient in doing this?" Suimei laughed.

However, when it comes to girls, there are few smiles on their faces.

At this time, a man named Shui Dongjie wearing a Buddhist bead spoke out.

"Speaking of which... no problem, the eminent monk said that it would take 49 years to bury it."

Shui Qingwei sneered uncomfortably and said, "You still believe in Feng Jian's superstition? My little brother, you're so scared to death that you're wearing Buddhist beads."

However, just as Shui asked what he was about to say, he found out in embarrassment that besides himself, several of his brothers, including Suiming, were wearing Buddhist beads, Taoist symbols, crosses and garlic...

He is the only one who has two ounces of flesh on his chest, just a watermelon knife that he carries with him.

This is a bit embarrassing.

At this time, Shuimei squeezed the Buddhist beads on his wrist, and said calmly.

"I just want peace of mind. If we are really afraid, will we still do this business? Everyone, you will not be afraid."

"That's right, I just want peace of mind, grandma is a bear, without those women, how can we live so well?"

"that's right..."

While several people were comforting each other, suddenly the light bulb in the room creaked and flickered.

Shui Qingwei looked at the light bulb and said tut-tut.

"Sure enough, the voltage in this dilapidated village is poor, and there are power outages every day. I will go to the city to buy a big villa in the future. The villa in this village is almost meaningless..."

Just as he was complaining, the light bulb suddenly went out, and gusts of gloomy cold wind blew in.

Shuiming, Shui Qingwei and the others shuddered.

Faintly in the ears of several people, there were bursts of whispers.

"Grass, who is pretending to be a ghost!"

Shui Qingwei was not afraid, took out the watermelon knife that he carried with him, and grinned, showing no fear at all.

"Where is Nianjia...my...Nianjia..."

Chapter 49 Invisible, Sound, Unhearable, Indescribable

Lights flickered and different sounds floated around the house.

"Near...good..."

"A... Lang..."

"I want to escape..."

"My child...outside the village...I want to escape..."

Various female voices sounded, some of these voices were older, and some were younger.

"Grass, who is it, Shui Dongming, is it you? Are you messing with us?" Shui Qingwei was a little apprehensive.

"I... am I so free to do this stuff?"

Shui Dongming replied angrily after being given a bite by Shui Qingwei. He is also panicking now, holding the cross tightly in his hand.

click - click -

Lights come and go, flickering.

next flash.

A woman appeared in the middle of the dinner table.

In this village where women are not allowed to appear at the dinner table, a woman appeared, with a blue body, no white eyes, and a white dress.

All kinds of female voices came from her body.

.....

Half an hour ago.

Li Wei flew in the air with Jiang Nianjia.

"Nianjia is flying!"

Jiang Nianjia's eyes were shining brightly, and the two eyeballs seemed to be shining. She grabbed the white tiger's tiger hair and looked at the bright lights below.

It turns out that the night view of the city is so empty and so beautiful.

Jiang Nianjia, who had never been on a plane in his life, was extremely excited and happy.

"Sir, can you?"

"can."

The White Tiger also made a spiral flight, which made the little girl scream out excitedly.

"Wow!"

This sky is like Jiang Nianjia's playground, under the moonlight, there are immortals, tiger souls, and the soul of a lonely girl.

But the happy time is always short-lived, and Li Wei soon came to Shuimen Village following the mobile phone navigation that he wrote down earlier.

A standard wealthy village, from which came three wealthy people, and it was one of the first mountain villages to become rich.

At first glance, Li Wei felt a little emotional. It was also a closed and backward mountain village. The development of the other mountain village was quite good, but his own Xiangmen mountain village was not so good, and it became rich before the road was repaired.

Um...

Wealthy before the road was built?

It's awesome, what kind of original capital accumulated by the industry?

In short, after Li Wei paid attention to this village, he felt very weird from top to bottom.

When he came to this dilapidated mountain village with doubts, Li Weimeng discovered that this mountain village was actually the village Wang Haiqiang saw in his fantasy. If he came alone, he would be killed and killed violently!

Li Wei is not a fool either, most likely it was Wang Haiqiang who found out some problems that led to his death.

When he came to the sky above the mountain village, Jiang Nianjia no longer had the lively and jumpy look before, but was a little faintly afraid.

This Shuimen Village is her home, but she doesn't want to come back.

"good."

Li Wei comforted the little girl, and at the same time he felt something was wrong, so he opened the Tian Er Tong.

As soon as you open the Tianertong...

'It's still valuable for female college students. The most expensive one I sold before cost 8 yuan. I wanted to buy it for that appearance and that dish, but I promised to give it to him. Alas, I regret it. '

"Female college students are too fierce, isn't it good? Aren't most of those buried in the back of our mountain are female college students? These guys rely on themselves to study a little and look down on us. '

'That's because you have no means. Look at Brother Shuiming, the educated youth who went to the mountains and the countryside back then were not tamed to be as docile as a dog. '

'There are so many people who have the ability of brother Shuiming to tame the fierce horse. '

buzzing.

Li Wei only had one emotion after listening to these words with Tianertong.

anger.

There is no room for other emotions in my mind.

Only anger is left to ferment.

these guys.

not human.

...

"Amitabha, 46 years ago, the old monk, I suppressed the ghosts here, but my conscience was not at peace. I hope this time I can let them go to rebirth and transcend rebirth."

At this time, on the mountain road of Shuimen Village, an elderly monk, wearing a colorful cassock, was walking on the cement road like an ascetic.

Monk Kongwen has been walking on this mountain road for two days and two nights, without driving a car, just walking to Shuimen Village step by step, step by step, and reciting the mantra of rebirth, with a look on his face. There is a trace of sadness and pain, as if to show his sincerity.

"If I don't understand it here, it will become the biggest karma in my life."

Monk Kongwen murmured.

For so many years of doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, he has only done one thing that he is ashamed of, and that is to help the Shuimen Village suppress the ghost of the curse.

That was one day, a man named Shuiming approached him. He said that several men in the village had been killed, so he came to him to check Feng Shui. Shang Shuiming gave a lot. When a gold ingot was brought out, Master Kongwen didn't hold back...

After looking at it, I found that there was indeed a ghost.

This ghost was transformed by the woman who died with great resentment in her heart. If she is allowed to come out, she will kill countless people...

So, after accepting the 500 million "incense money", Monk Kongwen finally found a reason to convince himself - to prevent these grievances from turning into ghosts and harming innocent people in the future. Collective suppression!

Monk Kongwen kept the bones here, and waited until 49, when their spirits had almost dissipated, they would no longer curse and harm others.

It has not been 40 years now, but monk Kongwen has recently felt restless, unable to advance in practice, and unable to participate in Buddhist principles.