Hero, I want to accompany you all

He is also a Taoist priest, how righteous and unsullied our patriarch was. This Daoist Dihuan has an airy appearance, but he is full of feudal superstitions, which makes people feel uncomfortable no matter how they look at him.But this kind of fake Taoist priest is more brainwashing than those who run a cult. If I hadn't reminded me from time to time, Rongcheng and the others would have confessed him as their ancestor along the way from Shanghai to Qingcheng.

Even now that I'm in charge of him, he's living just like the old man.Every day, I have to be vegetarian when I eat, and I have to drink milk when I eat, and I have to order good cloud incense or agarwood before going to bed, which made me almost suffer from allergic rhinitis.After knowing each other for two and a half days, I have firmly remembered the fragrance of this Taoist priest, and I have to cover my nose when I am eight feet away from him.

But for safety reasons, I still have to share a room with him.

So my temper got worse, and I had to hold a meeting with everyone after dinner every day, including Daoist Dihuan. The exam started from political economy, and when Deng Lun was about to take the exam, Qingcheng arrived.

I suffered because I didn't know the way when I came to Qingcheng for the first time.Along the way, with repeated orders and beatings, Rong Cheng dared to play tricks on me. Instead of setting up Daoist Di Huan outside the city, he was brought along with him to the descendants of our Chongyuan sect in Qingcheng. temple.

Because Qingcheng is a famous Taoist mountain, when preaching here, Fentan used the guise of Taoism to build a temple to hide its identity.It is said to be the descendants temple, and its size is about the same as that of the ten-square jungle. It takes up more than two hectares from the screen wall and the vegetable garden.In order to maintain secrecy, the halls also enshrined the Sanqing, Siyu, Lingguan Taoist ancestors and so on like ordinary Taoist organizations. Only the last hall was set up to worship the Chongyuan Jiaozu.

As soon as I entered, I felt a little dizzy, seeing that all the gods inside were about the same size.I don't know how big this temple is and how many halls it has built.I didn't even notice when Rongcheng and the others were no longer by my side, and the ones walking side by side were replaced by ordinary intellectuals.

This is all due to the fact that the fragrance on Daoist Dihuan's body is too strong and lasts for a long time. I lived in the same room with him for the past two days, and I am also covered in the fragrance of aloes, so I failed to notice him when he disappeared.

A Taoist priest disappeared in a Taoist temple, and there are hundreds of Taoist priests who are dressed like him and smell like incense.When those intellectuals took me to the living room, I realized that the head was wrong. After questioning, a few little Taoist priests confessed the truth.

It turned out that the real person thought that our temple was well built, so Rongcheng and the others found someone else to fool me, and led real person Dihuan to observe the environment and find an escape route!

The Longnan sub-forum brought in Ren Changqing, so is the Qingcheng sub-forum going to offer up another Daoist Dihuan?If the people in the Longnan sub-forum are brainless and unpromising, Rong Cheng is simply pedantic and peddling for glory!Don't punish these people...

What's the use of rectification, people have their own fathers behind them, and they dare not do anything, even if they clean up, they can give me a set in front of me and a set in my back.It would be better if there is no such envoy, my deputy envoy can win people's hearts...

Well, I am alone after all, this matter still needs to be discussed in the long term, let's get that real person under your nose for now.

Those intellectuals did not dare to leave before guarding the door. I calmed down, took out a notepad from my bag, and told the intellectuals according to the names written on it: "Call the altar master Li Shiying, the deputy altar master Qi Ting, The manager, Ji Changsheng, came to my room for a meeting. Hall Master Rong should send a few more people to attend, especially Daoist Di Huan, don’t let him get away from under our noses!”

Those few intellectuals were honest, they left one to serve tea and water, and the rest followed my instructions to find someone, and it didn't take long for the three people who were in charge of the forum to be pulled over.The altar master Li is good at being a man, and he greeted me politely: "Hello, Assistant Wen." He also sent me the account book of the branch altar for me to see.

I pressed the ledger on the table, without looking at it—I couldn’t read it anyway—raised my head and said with a smile to the three of them: "Everyone knows, I am the person next to the leader. It is mainly based on the supervision of honor..."

The three of them also gave me a knowing smile, nodded repeatedly and replied: "I heard that the supervisor has both talents and virtues, and is deeply trusted by the leader. How can the subordinates not see it? Don't worry, the supervisor, this Qingcheng branch altar The inside and outside things, what the emissary said is what they say, what others should not know, they will never know."

After saying a few more miscellaneous words, I asked in-depth about the influence of Daoist Dihuan in central Sichuan.Li Tanzhu replied respectfully: "Realist Di Huan has always practiced in Emei, and has a great reputation. It is said that he knows the plot of this book clearly. He has given advice on major affairs in the world since he was fifteen or sixteen years old. Not sure. I often hold classes everywhere, teaching people how to look like the protagonist, and people say that he is the protagonist of this book..."

"How many people in our religion believe this?" I can't stand those flattering words, and I don't believe that a Taoist priest can be the protagonist of a martial arts novel - can someone who has no girls and no gay friends be called the protagonist?

The three exchanged glances with each other for a while, and finally saw that the youngest Director Ji stepped forward to take the blame: "There are many people who believe in it. With Daoist Dihuan coming, half of the people in the forum can't sit still. But Don't worry, we old people don't believe this, we are all resolute fighters of proletarian materialism!"

The three of them wanted to show their hearts, for fear that I, the celebrity in front of the leader, would go back and say something, and the chair under their buttocks would be lost.When I think of Rongcheng and their journey, I can't help but feel sorry for them. I made up my mind and didn't show any words in front of them. I just told them to be optimistic about Daoist Dihuan. Daoist Huan is all arranged in a living room, and there is no need for other people to live in it.

Mr. Li Tan did things neatly. After dinner, he arranged the rooms and wrote down the room numbers of everyone.

When I went back to the room and opened the list, my heart felt turbulent for no reason, and a strange man in a cloak, a straw hat, and bandages on his face suddenly flashed past the window with a human head in his arms.Immediately afterwards, more and more strange pictures came to my mind, there were room sections, dead bodies, and a group of people investigating the dead bodies——

Countless murder schemes surged out from the deepest part of my mind, with vivid colors and very familiar images.I stood holding the piece of paper tightly, not knowing where I was, trying to remember despite the severe headache that accompanied these familiar memories.

It wasn't until a hand fell on my shoulder and someone gently wiped my forehead with a soft cloth that the invisible wall in my brain finally opened a very narrow gap, and a picture spread out in front of my eyes. A few big characters with hiragana in Chinese - Detective Conan!

I suddenly clenched the man's arm, closed my eyes and looked at the picture carefully, but felt that my mind went blank, the picture and the text all disappeared without a trace, and I had no strength in my body. Hands limp and crunchy fell to the ground.

No, I also remembered a name! "Qing...Qing..." It's almost there. I can clearly remember it, but why can't I say it?

The person I was holding bowed down and hugged me, and said softly: "Don't think about it, your brain won't be able to take it. I know you want to remember, you've done a good job, take your time, don't Hurry up, he won't blame you. Sooner or later he will remember it."

I shook off the man's hand, stood up slowly while pressing my knees, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down covering my face.How could I have become like this? The leader should have just erased my memory for me. How could it not only have problems in remembering faces and recognizing directions, but also couldn’t remember the author of such a famous manga?

I raised my head and looked at the man with a sleepy look. He was also dressed as a Taoist priest, probably an intellectual sent by Li Tanzhu and the others.How can this kind of Taoist understand my psychology, so I waved my hand dejectedly: "Let's go out first, I'm fine, tell them to deliver less for supper later, a pot of boiled fish is enough."

The Taoist smiled with downcast eyes, looking very holy and compassionate: "Young Master Wen, eating too much oil at midnight is not good for your heart and brain blood vessels. I think you are tired too, why don't you go to bed early, and I will ask the kitchen to help you tomorrow morning." Do what you like?"

His voice reached my ears, and I gradually realized it, and my sense of smell became flexible again, and I smelled his deep fragrance.

It turned out to be him, but why did he come to my room?

I glanced at him and silently asked him why he was here.He still looked at people, lowered his head and asked: "There is a Taoist friend in the poor way who wants to hang up in the temple, can I ask Mr. Wen for permission?"

I really have the self-consciousness of a meat ticket, but why would a meat ticket send a friend to the kidnapper?Since he asked sincerely, I also replied mercifully: "The real person must have sent letters to that Taoist priest at night these days and told him the address? When does the Taoist priest plan to come to meet the real person?"

There seemed to be a bit of helplessness in his expression: "Xiao Dao still has eyes, and he can see that Mr. Wen is the person in charge. It is not easy to call him to the door without Mr.'s permission. That fellow Taoist is really pitiful. A younger sister, because of a bad marriage, wants me to go back with him to resolve it..."

I heard him tell a story about a heroic elder brother who broke his heart because of his younger siblings, and now the family is on the verge of breaking up. The word "good" was spit out.

After the real person left, I only got a taste of it—how could I call this kind of dog-blood family ethics drama that has been overdue for many years and fooled me into agreeing to let an unknown person enter the Qingcheng sub-altar?

I was so regretful that I vomited half of my blood secretly, and I stayed in the room thinking about it all night, and at dawn I felt that it was no big deal.Anyway, killing one is killing, and killing two is killing. With so many brothers in the Qingcheng sub-altar, can't they deal with two foreign Taoist priests?Even if they have the ability to spread poison and set traps, how can they not save their lives.

Two days later, I met the fellow Taoist that Master Dihuan had mentioned.He also dressed very low-key, just wearing an ordinary blue straight gown and a black Hunyuan scarf, but his appearance was so handsome that I had never seen before, and he also had a pair of peach blossom eyes. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a monk should look like.

I thought of Ren Changqing for no reason.The person surnamed Ren also has a beautiful face. Although I can't tell which of the two is more beautiful, I always feel that they both have some similarities.

Where is it?Is it hard to force Nissan attributes?

I stood hesitantly behind the crowd, looked at the Taoist priest introduced by Daoist Di Huan, and said: "All benefactors, it's polite to clean up the poor."