Anti-wife becomes demon

There are still such rogue Taoist priests these days?

"You are a monk who doesn't know how to be flattering. I asked you to leave for the sake of your life. Otherwise, we wouldn't care about your life!" The old man stomped his feet angrily.

"I don't need to bother you, let's talk about how much money you are going to pay for incense."

Seeing Fan Ren's face as a profiteer, the village head almost laughed angrily, and said angrily, "Where did the fake Taoist priests come from? He came to our place to eat and cheat? He started asking for prices before doing any Buddhist rituals! It's just a joke." I advise you to get out of here quickly, otherwise don’t blame us for having no place for you to live in when it gets dark!”

When Fan Ren heard this, he sighed helplessly, and said, "Old man, are you looking for someone to exorcise ghosts?"

"Of course I'm looking for someone to exorcise ghosts! But I'm not looking for a brat like you to scam money!" The old village chief pointed at Fan Ren and cursed.

Fan Ren scratched his head, did he say something wrong?How could you misunderstand this?What should I do if a good deal of business is about to be smashed before it is done?

Seeing Fan Ren scratching his head, the silent villager next to him walked up to the village chief and whispered, "Village chief, why don't you let him try first? They've all come anyway, so it's not bad for us if we fail. "

When the village chief heard this, he took a look at Fan Ren, and it was true that he was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs after his good intentions, and asked them for errand fees if he refused to leave. Since this is the case, let him stay. It would be better if he was a liar and died. !

Thinking about it this way, the village head coughed dryly and his face returned to normal, and said to Fan Ren: "Well... if you really have the ability to exterminate ghosts and demons, then you can stay and solve the problems in our village. , how about we donate one thousand Wen as incense money?"

One thousand Wen is one tael of silver...

Fan Ren wondered in his heart whether this was more suitable than a business.

Seeing Fan Ren's hesitant face, the village chief smiled coldly and said, "The monks say that money is like dung, and money is something outside of the body. I have never seen a Taoist priest who takes money so seriously!"

Fan Ren shook his head and said: "Then they are pretending to be noble and treat money like dung. It's easy to say, really hungry. Do you think he wants money or dung?"

When the village chief heard it, he couldn't help being a little bit surprised. He didn't expect the young Taoist's words to be quite true.

"Then do you think the price is okay or not?" The village head is also the first time he has encountered a Taoist priest who negotiates the price before he can do it. Even a fake Taoist priest is not so deceptive. The Taoist priest is a real Taoist priest, but his experience is too shallow and he is too ignorant of the world.

"One thousand coins is still a little small. How about this? Let me see what is making trouble in your village first. When you pay the bill at the end, just don't lie to your bill." Fan Ren sighed, and he couldn't bear to slaughter these poor people. .

"Don't worry, our village is not that poor." The village head snorted coldly.

"Come on, then tell me in detail how many families were killed? Which ones were crazy and which ones were dead? Where do the crazy people live now? Where do the dead people live? Where are the dead bodies found?"

After Fan Ren finished asking a series of questions, the village chief was stunned.

"Are you a Taoist priest or a head catcher?" The village head tilted his head and looked at Fan Ren in confusion.

Fan Ren glanced at the village chief and said, "Old man, your question is really funny, don't you know the difference between a headhunter and a Taoist priest?"

"But you can catch ghosts by asking these questions?" asked the village chief.

"The reason why I ask these questions is to rule out the possibility of man-made." Fan Ren said.

"How is it possible?" the village chief asked.

"Man-made! It's made by people!"

"Then simply say that people can do it, and pay for it! Is it true that what a ghost does is a ghost?"

Being scolded by the village chief, Fan Ren immediately lost his temper, nodded and said expressionlessly, "You're right."

The village chief sat on the chair, picked up a tobacco rod from his waist, and pinned a cigarette pouch next to it, picked up a pinch of dry tobacco, put it in the cigarette holder, lit it with a torch, and then took a few puffs.

Fan Ren sat next to the village chief, tilting his head and listening to the village chief.

"Our village is called Menbei Village, because almost everyone in our village has the surname Men, and everyone in the whole village is related. It can be said that our whole village is a big family. There are currently four families in the village who have suffered disasters, including a family with children. Crazy, the other three families are all dead, the person was found in the well at the east end of the village the next day, and now no one dares to drink from that well."

"What are the names of these dead villagers? How old are they?" Fan Ren asked.

"The first one to die is called Men Xinshui, 23 this year, the second one is called Men Chengli, 24 this year, both of them are from my nephew's generation, and the other one is called Men Yuanhua, a cousin of mine, this year They're already fifty."

"Do you remember the day they were all killed?"

"Remember, Men Xinshui was on the fifth day of last month, Men Chengli was on the fifteenth day of last month, and my younger brother was on the 25th of last month... The little boy at the Wumen Dongzhi family at the beginning of this month didn't know what he saw, but he was fine at night , the next day I started talking wildly, today is exactly fifteen, and everyone in our village is in panic. If we follow the previous rules, one person will die tonight, so I asked Mencheng to go to the market quickly Please come back with an expert, otherwise, as the head of a village, I will be sorry to my ancestors, and I will be sorry to the elders of the villagers, hey..." The village chief's face was tangled as he said.

After hearing what the village chief said, Fan Ren nodded. No wonder the villager came back today as if rushing to reincarnate. He was afraid that he would not be able to make it his turn in the village today, right?

"Then old man, did they all die in the same way? Did they drown or did they die?" Fan Ren asked.

"Hey, didn't he drown? When the first person died, we thought it was an accident. That day happened to be the full moon of Men Xinshui's son, and he held a full moon wine. His family held a banquet, and we drank wine at night, so we thought about it. He was probably drunk and lost his way and fell into the well. That night his wife thought he was sleeping outside, but when fetching water the next day, someone saw a person floating in the well and took a look... Hey, His daughter-in-law was crying so badly, the child was just one month old, what a crime..." The village chief shook his head and sighed, revealing infinite sadness in his words.

"Then how did the second person get killed?" Fan Ren asked.

"The second person, Chengli, went to the market last month. He didn't go home at night, and his wife didn't think much about it. After all, the journey is so far away, and it's not safe to drive at night. Stay outside for a night and go home the next day. It is also a common thing, but the next morning I saw his dead body in the well..." The old village chief took a few more puffs of his cigarette.

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