The lily harem of the girl celestial master

About 20 minutes later, a car stopped at the door of the milk tea shop, and a chubby middle-aged man came out, and found Jiang Chenxin inside at a glance, and sat beside her carelessly: "Miss Jiang, I haven't seen you for a few days, it's really nice." More and more beautiful."

This guy is as glib as ever.However, since Jiang Chenxin wanted something from others, he could only bite the bullet and squeeze out a smile: "Uncle Wang is still so heroic and handsome."

According to the information on the business card received earlier, this uncle's full name is Wang Fuquan, and he is a senior researcher of the Religious Administration Bureau. He met once after sealing Li Gui.

Now the fat uncle looks very happy: "Haha, your little mouth is so sweet, tell me, why do you want me to come over?"

Now Jiang Chenxin was surprised: "Uncle Wang, you...can't you see it?"

"What did you see?" Wang Fuquan was surprised at first, and then quickly realized that he leaned over and lowered his voice, "You mean 'that thing', right?"

Ugh, it stinks!Why do men, especially old men, always have an unbearable smell of 100-year-old salted fish?

However, in order to take care of the other party's face, Jiang Chenxin only needs to suppress the disgust, and calmly pull a distance: "That's the thing, uncle, can't you see it?"

Now Wang Fuquan was a little embarrassed: "Well, although I am a senior researcher of the Administration, I specialize in surgery. My strength is planning and dealing with aftermath."

Ai Meimei at the other end of the table was at a loss: "What are you whispering about? What?"

It was still Wang Fuquan who was cunning and cunning, and said haha: "Xiaojiang's parents and I are colleagues, old acquaintances, and we have some private affairs. So, Xiaojiang, are you free in the afternoon? Just follow the address on the business card to find me. I will be there all afternoon." In the office."

After the fat uncle left, Ai Meimei immediately asked curiously: "Who is this guy, why is he talking like a god, he doesn't look like a Taoist priest!"

"Just... the real person doesn't show his face, he hides in the city!"

In short, after prevaricating Ai Meimei, Jiang Chenxin took a taxi directly to the address on Wang Fuquan's business card.

The Nan'an Sub-office of the Religious Administration Bureau is located in the famous Buddhist temple of the city, Minzhong Temple. Jiang Chenxin was forced to buy a 30 yuan ticket to visit the temple, and then he was able to enter. There is a sign in front of the small three-storey building in the old days: office space, idlers are not allowed to enter.

Of course, although the sign said so, there were no guards at the entrance of the building, and the door at the entrance opened with a push.The inside of the building is very quiet. There are rooms on both sides of some dilapidated corridors. I don't know if there is anyone in it.In this way, Jiang Chenxin came all the way to Room 203, knocked on the door, and soon a voice came: "Xiao Jiang, right? Come in directly."

The office is about the same size as the dormitory. There are two desks inside, which can seat about 4 people. The layout of the room is no different from the ordinary office that Jiang Chenxin is familiar with.

At the moment, only Wang Fuquan was inside, and he pointed to the empty seat opposite with enthusiasm: "Sit down, Comrade Xiao Jiang, I knew you would come soon."

Although she doesn't have much affection for this glib fat man, Jiang Chenxin will definitely come over, after all, she has too many questions in her head, and it seems that only this fat man in front of her can give her the answer.

But before she could open her mouth, Wang Fuquan said slowly, "Comrade Xiaojiang, I know you must have a lot of questions to ask. After all, you can see that kind of thing, which must have a great impact on your life. However, our administration There are also related policies, and many secrets cannot be told to outsiders.”

Now Jiang Chenxin was speechless: "Why did you call me here without saying anything?"

I saw Wang Fuquan laughed, stood up, made a cup of strong tea with the boiling water in the kettle, and put it in front of the girl's table: "Comrade Xiao Jiang, since you know Xiao Han, you should also be a student of Nan'an University, right?" How old is it?"

"Freshman."

"Oh, I think it is, so young. Xiao Jiang, many college students nowadays will hone their abilities through part-time jobs. Have you ever thought about this?"

Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?

Although Jiang Chenxin was full of question marks, she still answered patiently: "Yes, after all, I live off-campus now, and living expenses are still quite tight. But why did Uncle Wang ask these questions?"

The smile on Wang Fuquan's chubby face grew stronger, and he took out a document from the drawer and handed it over: "Our management bureau is short of manpower recently, and we are recruiting interns. The job is free and the salary is good, so you might as well take a look."

Now that the file has been handed over, let's take a look.

But looking through it, Jiang Chenxin's eyes widened suddenly.

I'll go, the treatment is too good!There is no fixed attendance time, a guaranteed monthly salary of 6000 yuan, and generous project commissions.

Ordinary college graduates can't find easy jobs with this kind of treatment, right?

But then again, what is this so-called project?

After all, Wang Fuquan is an old man, so he spoke first again: "You must want to ask about the project, right? Look at the contract, we belong to the research department under the administration, and we will often assign research tasks. Your position is Intern researchers are naturally obliged to participate."

"What are you studying specifically? Religious history or something?"

"This is a secret and cannot be leaked out easily. However, if you perform well in the internship, you still have the opportunity to become a regular. After becoming a regular, the remuneration is very, very good. Just take me as an example..."

I don't know if this Wang Fuquan has ever worked in the personnel department, but he does have a way of fooling people.

After some flickering, Jiang Chenxin was quite moved. She held the contract in her hand and read it several times, confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, but still left a way out: "Uncle Wang, can you let me go back and think about it first? When you go to college, it’s best to ask your parents about many things.”

Wang Fuquan's face was still greasy: "I'm not in a hurry, but your female classmate must be entangled by that thing, don't you want to know the solution?"

These words touched Jiang Chenxin's heart.

Indeed, although she could see ghosts, she didn't know how to deal with them.Although the fat man couldn't see ghosts, he was a professional. Moreover, the little paper figurines that moved when they met for the first time really impressed the girl very deeply.

She carefully read the contract again, confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it, gritted her teeth, and finally made up her mind, signed her name, and handed it back: "Uncle Wang, can you tell me how to exorcise ghosts now?"

Unexpectedly, Wang Fuquan handed over a very thick document: "Don't worry, Comrade Xiaojiang, this is a confidentiality agreement, which must be signed together with the contract to take effect. Our management bureau involves many secrets that cannot be disclosed to the outside world, so everyone Employees must sign this."

Now that the documents were placed in front of him, Jiang Chenxin's first reaction was naturally to open them and have a look.Unexpectedly, the edges of these papers were extremely sharp, and she scratched her fingers as soon as she flipped through them, and the bright red blood oozed out, and she couldn't help but let out a low cry of pain.

Wang Fuquan was very considerate, and immediately handed over the Band-Aid with a concerned look on his face: "Are you all right?"

"nothing……"

Jiang Chenxin put on the Band-Aid and continued to look through the document. The content inside was very verbose and redundant, but it seemed that there was no major problem.

After a moment of hesitation, curiosity about the truth made her sign her name.

After withdrawing the confidentiality agreement, Wang Fuquan showed a strange smile on his face: "Okay, from now on you will be an intern researcher in the research department of our administration, and I will be your master, and I will inform you of everything in the future. Well, you just sit and wait for a while, I'll get your work permit, and you fill out this entry information form."

By the way, this entry is too casual, right?

About 5 minutes later, Wang Fuquan returned to the office and handed over a work card: "In the future, you don't need to buy tickets to enter and exit the temple with this card. You can fill in the information yourself. By the way, with this card, you can visit the most famous temples in the country for free. Most of the famous temples and ancient temples, isn’t it great?”

The work permit is in the form of a small book, and there are several large characters printed on the plastic seal: Religious Administration.As for the booklet page, it is similar to the student ID card, but the personal information and photo are still blank, but the official seal has been stamped.

Having said that, Jiang Chenxin has never been very interested in religion, and she basically doesn't worship Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, Laojun, etc. In her eyes, monks and Taoists are just a group of gods.When she was entangled by the ghost, she never thought of going to the monastery or Taoist temple for help, so it seems that this certificate is a bit of a waste in her hands.

But no matter what, Jiang Chenxin found a job for the first time in his life, and he was quite happy in his heart, so he hurriedly asked, "Uncle Wang, can you tell me about ghosts now?"

"Well, I will naturally say it, but first describe the situation of your female classmate."

"Mmm Good……"

After listening to the narration, Wang Fuquan's expression gradually became dignified: "That thing should be a wronged soul, but ordinary wronged souls don't grow so fast. I guess, it's possible that she was lowered. , that thing will soon evolve into a ghost."

Jiang Chenxin's face is probably full of question marks now.

I saw Wang Fuquan took a sip of tea and patiently explained: "Xiaojiang, let me give you a brief explanation first. People have souls, and they should go to the underworld after death, but some souls are too obsessed when they die. Leaving this world is called a ghost. If the obsession is too deep and vicious, it will turn into a ghost. You should have a deep understanding of how terrifying a ghost is, so one of the tasks of our research office is to Those souls who are likely to become ghosts should be saved as soon as possible."

Excess seems to be a Buddhist term. Could it be that the fat man in front of him is a monk?But how to explain that shiny back hair?

Of course, Jiang Chenxin didn't care much about these details, what she cared about was the method: "Since Ai Meimei is in such a dangerous situation, let's hurry up and help her!"

"Actually, we were not obligated to intervene in matters other than this kind of project, but who is called uncle, I am compassionate and care for the world, so I have to help with this." After finishing speaking, Wang Fuquan stood up, with a beer belly like a bucket, put on his coat, "Let's go, let's go buy a batch of props first."

On the outskirts of Nan'an City, there is a famous Xibao Road, a street for the funeral industry, where everything needed for funerals can be purchased.

Jiang Chenxin had heard about this road for a long time, but it was the first time to come here in person. After all, no one would like to come here for shopping without any problems, right?

Wang Fuquan was still driving his ordinary old car, Jiang Chenxin was sitting in the passenger seat, and the car was parked at the door of a small shop. Reading from right to left, coupled with the old storefront appearance, it seems that this place has been around for a long time.

Just like that, Jiang Chenxin was led into the shop and looked around curiously.The store is small in size, and there are wreaths, urns, paper figurines and mourning clothes on the counter and on both sides, and the prices are clearly marked.If it wasn't for the special items, it would be no different from an ordinary small shop.

"Oh, Xiao Wang, is this the new guest you brought?" Accompanied by an old voice, a desolate old man walked slowly with a cane from nowhere, his eyes almost narrowed into a line, and he looked at him slightly. A young girl said, "Little girl, I am a century-old brand with high quality and fair prices. Well, are you here to help your father or help your mother with the funeral? You are really sensible at such a young age."

I'll go, can this old man talk, how can he curse his parents to death!

Fortunately, Wang Fuquan observed his words and immediately interrupted: "Old Shen, you misunderstood, we are here to buy props. This little girl is not ordinary, she can see that thing."

"Oh, she can see ghosts, that's really amazing." The old man said so, his expression didn't change, he turned around behind the counter and took out a small piece of paper, "Fresh talisman, I see you are a regular customer , get a 9% discount, and I'll charge you two thousand and five."

Apart from a little yellow, I don't see anything special about the paper. Isn't this price a bit of a murder?

Hmph, it's not me who pays anyway, so it's none of my business.

It's a pity that Wang Fuquan is staring at her strangely at this moment: "Xiaojiang, you don't have enough money, right? It's okay, uncle will help you with it first, and just deduct it from your next month's salary."

Eh?Why am I paying for it!

In the end, before Jiang Chenxin could open his mouth, Wang Fuquan took out a large stack of red banknotes from his wallet and handed them over: "Mr. It might be the head drop technique."

The old man waved his hand impatiently: "In the end, it's just a ghost. As long as it's not a ghost, it can't hurt you. At most, it's just a breath of resentment. Well, I'm busy with business here, don't bother me any more."

Busy business?It seems that there are only three of us in the store now, right?

Just like that, Jiang Chenxin sat back in the car, curiously playing with the extremely precious yellow paper: "This is a talisman? Why isn't there even a rune on it?"

Wang Fuquan stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the school quickly: "The so-called runes are condensed with mana, and you may not feel it now. Let's go back quickly to save nights and dreams."

Yes, we have to hurry up to rescue Ai Meimei, I hope there will be no accidents...