Qingyue Temple

Nodding to the manager who had finished the report, Chen Jiaming looked at Fang Shanshui: "Master Shanshui, what are you going to do now?"

Fang Shanshui looked at the sky, grabbed Wang Wu's hand, and said to Chen Jiaming: "Wait a while, let someone hold the clay pot and follow me."

Chen Jiaming was stunned, and looked at the rows of dozens of jars behind him: "Do you bring them all?"

Hearing this, Fang Shanshui pondered for a moment and asked Chen Jiaming to wait.

Wang Wu, who was caught by Fang Shanshui, felt very uneasy. After listening to Chen Jiaming's question for a while, he couldn't help asking: "Master, what am I, what am I going to do?"

Fang Shanshui pulled Wang Wu to the door, stood still, and stretched out his hand to caress Wang Wu. Wang Wu was just wondering, before he had time to think about it, he suddenly found that there was darkness in front of him. He seemed to be standing alone in the wilderness where he could not see his fingers. In, nothing can be seen.

Wang Wu suddenly panicked, and while groping for the people around him, he exclaimed: "I, what happened to my eyes!? What did you do to me??"

At this time, there was a sound of opening the door, followed by a familiar and steady voice in the darkness, "Don't panic, look ahead, there is a light in front of you..."

Wang Wu felt a hand, and shook his arm that was groping in the dark. His flustered mood seemed to be appeased, and he gradually calmed down.Wang Wu looked according to what Fang Shanshui said, and he saw a crack in the door ahead, and a faint ray of light came in from the crack.

Wang Wu was hesitating when he heard Fang Shanshui say, "Let's go, let's go out."

"Squeak." Wang Wu stretched out his hand to open the door, and was stunned suddenly. The morning light was twilight, bringing a grayish white color, and he could faintly see the village-like gathering place in front of him. The place where it should be is narrow, and the place that should be long is short, as if it was enlarged and shrunk abnormally by a distorting mirror.

Looking at everything in front of him, Wang Wu couldn't help saying in horror: "This... This is the scene in my dream, am I dreaming?"

Fang Shanshui said to Wang Wu, who looked up in disbelief: "No, you are awake now, you just saw another place. You should see a village? Look at how many households there are here."

Wang Wu turned his head outward and looked around. The gray and black reflections that could not be seen in his eyes moved rapidly. He seemed to be counting them.

After Fang Shanshui listened, he turned around and told Chen Jiaming: "Take forty jars."

Chen Jiaming nodded his head immediately.

Chen Jiaming has blind confidence in Fang Shanshui, no matter what he does, he thinks it is reliable, but the crowd behind him just think it is very weird.

Wang Wu suddenly lost his nerve, yelled that he couldn't see, then opened the door suddenly, and exclaimed about the scene in his dream to the messy construction site outside the door.

The manager felt that Fang Shanshui might have hypnotized Wang Wu, causing him to have abnormal hallucinations. He hesitated several times, but Chen Jiaming ignored him and just urged them to quickly get a sufficient number of jars. Each of the workers took two or three jars, and even Chen Jiaming himself took two, and they all followed behind Fang Shanshui.

The manager, the foreman and the others hugged the pot and looked at each other. Although they didn't quite understand the name of this master, but the boss was so involved in the show, they could only accompany him.

Seeing that Chen Jiaming and the others were ready, Fang Shanshui pulled Wang Wu down and signaled him to leave: "Now take me to the nearest house."

Wang Wu nodded hesitantly, and groped forward.

Wang Wu knew that he was very strange now. He could hear Fang Shanshui's voice and feel that Fang Shanshui was holding his arm, but he couldn't see anyone, including his companions and foremen. A dozen or so people were here just now. Speaking of voices, he couldn't even feel their existence anymore, as if he was in a different world from them.

Therefore, although Wang Wu can see the road ahead, he is always afraid that the illusion is different from the reality, and he will bump into it.

Wang Wu stepped out of the door slowly, felt nothing wrong after groping for a while, then let go of his hands and feet, walked slowly and fast, and went straight to the destination.

Seeing Fang Shanshui and Wang Wu going out, Chen Jiaming told them to "follow up", and took the lead to chase after Fang Shanshui with two jars. The rest of the people did not dare to neglect seeing this, and followed out with the jars in their arms.

Wang Wu in front walked very slowly, twisting and turning like a ghost hitting a wall, and from time to time he would step on the same spot for no reason. In the gradually dark night, Ye Xiao's cry came from afar, making Wang Wu appear It's getting weirder and weirder, and the people who are following behind are getting more and more chilled.

"What is Wang Wu doing?"

"It's almost like being possessed by a demon."

"It's also a bit like a ghost hitting a wall."

……

Just as I was talking, suddenly a gust of cool wind blew, and the sound of the wind was whistling, as if someone was breathing coldly in the ear, everyone trembled, and looked around, as if there were one or two more figures in the crowd for no reason, and gradually disappeared. I dare not speak anymore.

If it wasn't for the young master who had been standing beside Wang Wu calmly, these people probably wouldn't dare to follow him now.

Wang Wu didn't know what these people were thinking. In his eyes, he walked slowly towards the village in his eyes. After walking for about 15 minutes, he finally reached the place and came to the first resident at the head of the village. He looked up. Look at this tile-roofed house, the house is crooked, high and low, as if it is about to be crushed and crushed.

Wang Wu pointed to this house: "The first house is here."

But Wang Wu didn't know that the house he pointed to was a piece of rubble in the eyes of people around him.

The workers following Wang Wu suddenly became cold and looked at the place Wang Wu pointed, as if there were a bunch of ghosts looking back at them.

Chen Jiaming moved closer to Fang Shanshui immediately.

Fang Shanshui also glanced at the place Wang Wu was pointing at, and then asked, "Where is the house number, can you point it out for me?"

Wang Wu nodded, as if turning in circles on the spot. He seemed to have circled more than half a circle, but actually walked back and forth on the spot for two steps, then squatted down suddenly, and touched a piece of gravel with his hand: "Here."

Fang Shanshui nodded, bent down and picked up the gravel.

Wang Wu looked at the deformed house in front of him, and suddenly a huge hand appeared. The hand seemed to be holding a model toy, rubbed across it, and suddenly lifted the whole house up. Wang Wu felt that the space seemed to be torn apart. Now, the ground is shaking, and it is impossible to stand still for a while.

Wang Wu was so startled that he fell down on the ground and shouted incoherently, "House, house, hand, hand."

This scene was astonishing. Although Wang Wu knew that what he saw might be an illusion or a hallucination, but such a big house was directly raised by a hand falling from the sky in front of his eyes. This is really more amazing than any sci-fi movie.

Wang Wu also saw the house that was lifted into the air, and there appeared two old people with crutches in the courtyard. Although the old people were on crutches, they really floated out...they had no legs, and they were blank below the knees.

The old man looked frightened, as if he wanted to worship God. He lost his crutches and raised his hands to throw himself on the ground, yelling in an old dialect that Wang Wu couldn't understand.

Fang Shanshui: "Excuse me, don't be afraid, I will send you to receive some incense, so that you can reincarnate as soon as possible."

The two bodybags on the fanny pack were chewed balls that had no taste and were just chewed for fun. After crawling up and down for a while, they saw that Fang Shanshui was engaged in demolition.

Without snacks, the two bodies were very boring, and the last bit of cotton thread was buttoned up by the main body to make a sweater. If Fang Shanshui didn't stop them, they would be eager to demolish Fang Shanshui by themselves.

Wang Wu sat on the ground and looked up. His eyes were wide open, and his mouth could not be closed for a long time. After Fang Shanshui's words appeared in the air, the old man in the house was no longer frightened, and then he followed slowly. That building disappeared.

The group of workers in the back were a little scared just now, but now seeing Wang Wu like this, they couldn't help feeling curious.

"What happened to Wang Wu, what did he see?"

"Did you really see a ghost? I don't know what the ghost he saw looked like."

Everyone sees that there seems to be no danger, and I wish I could see it myself.

Fang Shanshui beckoned Chen Jiaming to open the jar, put the stones in his hand into the brown jar, closed the lid, and pointed to write on the jar from the lid.

After Fang Shanshui drew a few cloud seals like flowing clouds and flowing water, his fingertips suddenly lit up, and a few red characters that seemed to be printed appeared on the jar.

Fang Shanshui handed the sealed jar to Chen Jiaming.

The group of people in the back immediately focused their attention on the pot in Chen Jiaming's hand. Chen Jiaming seemed to be touched by everyone's curiosity, and couldn't help asking: "Master, what is the word on it? What is the pot for now?"

Fang Shanshui explained: "This is the name of the household, and the jar is the temporary resettlement place for demolition."

...Speaking of which, he still forcibly demolished it.

Fang Shanshui repented in his heart, if he was not in a hurry, he would have communicated first.

The hand-figured master who was knitting a sweater seemed to feel Fang Shanshui's mind fluctuating, so he patted Fang Shanshui with his little hand, and held up his love sweater to Fang Shanshui to see, Fang Shanshui's lips curled up slightly.

After hearing Fang Shanshui's words, Chen Jiaming and others looked strange.

Demolition?Demolition to ghosts?

Then there is a family of ghosts in this jar, right?

Chen Jiaming suddenly felt that the jar in his hand was a bit hot. Seeing him like this, the bodyguards around him immediately replaced it with an empty jar and the boss with a wink, and Chen Jiaming was relieved.

Wang Wu also heard Fang Shanshui's explanation about the demolition, and he almost knelt down for Fang Shanshui.

Chen Jiaming and others probably only thought Fang Shanshui's statement was funny, but after witnessing Fang Shanshui's hand-drawn overall house demolition method, Wang Wu felt that his three views were about to crack.

Fang Shanshui helped Wang Wu up and said, "Let's go to the next building."

Wang Wu didn't dare to get up, and before he had time to pick up his broken Three Views on the ground, he followed Fang Shanshui's instructions and left in a daze.

Wang Wu dumbly pointed to the house numbers one after another, and then watched the huge and weird houses rising from the ground one after another, and how many ghosts were scared out of each house by the shaking of the ground. Gradually, the fright has been forgotten, and only numbness remains.

Even Wang Wu felt that he was like a traitor who helped the tyrants and brought devils into the village to implement the Sanguang policy. The broken three views could not be picked up at all.

Fang Shanshui threw one piece of dirt and stone into one jar after another, wrote the name of the household and covered it, and the person holding the writing jar behind him seemed to be holding a bunch of explosives and medicine bags, all of them looked dignified and worried .

Wang Wu suddenly paused as he walked, looking at the blank dark place and let out a sigh.

Fang Shanshui turned his head sideways and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wang Wu stood on the spot, made a posture of listening, and said, "Someone sang a drama, just like the scene in my dream that day."

After hearing what Wang Wu said, the others couldn't help but listen, but no one heard what Wang Wu said about singing.

At this time, Wang Wu suddenly saw that Fang Shanshui had just demolished half of the village's houses in a row, and there was no movement in the village, which suddenly became lively. Every household opened the door one by one, and went to the theater building where the sound of opera singing came from.

I saw some houses missing along the road. Some of these ghosts floating on their knees were a little strange, but they didn't really care.

Wang Wu hurriedly hid for a while, afraid that these ghosts would catch him from the corner of his eye, and at the same time hurriedly told Fang Shanshui what he saw.

Fang Shanshui pondered for a while: "Let's not demolish the house for now. Have you seen where the stage where they listened to the opera is? Go there and have a look first."

Wang Wuyi was about to cry when he heard it, he saw it, but so many ghosts were walking there, should he also get involved?Go to a play with a ghost? ?

God!

Having seen Fang Shanshui's first-class level of demolition, Wang Wu dared not say no. Although he was afraid, he followed the ghost team with a mournful face, and with Fang Shanshui, he was in the queue after a short meeting. sound theater.