I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 739: Breaking in, making a choice

Wen Yan gave a thumbs up and praised the old Taoist priest.

"My heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror. Everything I do is just, right?"

"That's not the case. There is not so much justice. This road will eventually become an alternative evil path."

"Uh, old Taoist priest, was it like this when you were practicing Taoism before?"

"nature."

"So what did you think when you encountered this kind of thing before? Did you not interfere with the cause and effect of others?"

"No, I just do what I feel like doing. If I see something and want to help or do something, then I'll do it. There's no need for so many big principles. If you keep talking about big principles all the time, you'll go astray sooner or later.

A true master of Taoism is one who does not kill or eat meat, but is willing to kill chickens in the temple and make soup for women who have just given birth to nourish their bodies.

There will be no hesitation, just firmly do what you think is right.

This does not violate any rules or doctrines.

Only those who can truly comprehend this level are true masters.

You are simply worried that if you intervene rashly, there may be bad consequences in the end.

If you don’t dare, don’t do it. If you do it, do your best and don’t be timid. "

"Thank you for your advice." Wen Yan bowed.

The old Taoist pointed to the distance.

"Others still have to work tomorrow, so tell your chicken to stop clucking. Just caw once for your own good intention.

His howling made me feel like the sun was about to rise."

Wen Yan grinned, now he understood why the old Taoist priest was fussing over a chicken.

The old Taoist priest's biological clock has been messed up by Dao Ge.

For someone like the old Taoist priest, a messed up biological clock means that many things are messed up, and it will take time to readjust them.

Maybe he was interrupted at the critical moment of his practice.

"Are you all right, old man?"

"Nothing, get out of here."

Wen Yan bowed and walked away happily.

The old Taoist continued to stand there, practicing slow boxing moves, over and over again, without stopping.

He planned to fight until dawn and sort out all the mess at once, which meant that his physical condition had recovered well recently.

Otherwise, if he were to practice boxing so slowly and train for more than an hour, it would really be a death sentence for him.

It’s all that sick chicken’s fault. No, it’s all Wen Yan’s fault.

This chicken is definitely qualified as the guardian beast of the mountain.

He calls upon the sun every morning and combs the yin and yang energies of this place, doing his job diligently.

On the other hand, Wen Yan returned home and looked through the food, finding some dried poisonous insects for Dao Ge as snacks. He also ordered some fresh poisonous insects from the Lieyang Tribe to nourish Dao Ge's body.

Dao Ge likes this dish very much, but it’s a pity that he can’t eat too much, otherwise he will get poisoned.

Dao Ge stood on the roof, tilted his head, looked at Wen Yan with squinted eyes, and landed on the ground with flapping wings.

"What the hell, dare to put a curse on you? Do you think I'm a dead chicken?"

"It's not for me, I just ran into a little trouble. Did you get hurt?"

"I don't feel anything."

Seeing that Wen Yan was fine, Dao Ge walked on and continued his patrol.

Dao Ge certainly didn't feel anything, because the insect shadow was caught on the relief on the stone gate. It had no substance at all and was not eaten.

The next day, Wen Yan received a package from Caiyun County, which was full of various insects.

Wen Yan gave them all to Dao Ge, asking him to see which one he liked and give it to him next time.

Then, Dao Ge liked them all and ate seven or eight kinds of poisonous insects from Wen Yanding in one breath. He showed no signs of poisoning at all, except that his feathers glowed even more brilliantly when exposed to the sun.

Wen Yan waited quietly. The black shadow was still making a fuss in his old dream, but Wen Yan ignored him.

Lao Liu is also very reliable. He managed to get a company quietly within one day.

And nominally, the person in charge of this company is still the original person of that company, there is no change.

Old Liu didn't let Wen Yan show up, nor did he use Wen Yan's connections. Everything seemed like normal business behavior.

The people in that company thought they had attracted investment from a big money sponsor, so they listened to the big money sponsor's side and talked about everything from relevant policies to general trends, and then to all kinds of strange things that were now spreading widely among the people.

Anyway, people are fooled into not knowing what to do, and they can actually see real money.

On the same day, we made preliminary plans and took the initiative to find the local county’s cultural director.

Don’t the locals want to develop tourism? Of course they want it.

But there are not many famous things that can attract a large number of tourists, and the most famous thing is the seasonal restrictions.

Now a company has come to us, and the preliminary planning is going to be done there, and the future vision is one, two, three steps ahead. Even the reason for coming to chat that day is not this matter, but the company's recent entry into short dramas. The filming locations of three short dramas will all be put here. We came to communicate about this matter.

They don't ask for money or subsidies, so what is there to hesitate about?

The discussion went smoothly, and then we talked about the pie in the sky plan. They didn't want any money, just some local support, so it was really not a difficult thing to do.

On the third day, the company head, who was afraid that his financial sponsor would be unhappy, personally led a team to the mountainous area, ostensibly for an inspection.

As for what the financiers want to do, they don't care. More importantly, they just did a simple investigation and found that there is indeed potential.

In addition, I followed the person Lao Liu found to be the sponsor and had a meal with him in Nanwu County. I heard the other party talking to people from relevant departments about support. If I could get support from the district, city and county at the same time, the project funding would be doubled.

Those minor problems that are slightly noticeable are not important at all.

For example, I was very optimistic about a small blogger whose account had been cancelled. I specifically mentioned this kind of thing while drinking tea with him and praised him a few words. From this as a starting point, I extended a series of planning directions.

The person in charge of the company knew very well that no matter why, the first stop he would visit would definitely be in this village which still had some traditions.

On the fourth day, people from the company, together with someone from the local official cultural department, came to the village to investigate.

Many parts of the village are a bit old. The older people wear very traditional ethnic costumes, but some of the younger people wear more modern clothes.

There were official people accompanying us to inspect the village, and the so-called local village chief followed right beside us.

Some people in the village watched from afar. Like the villagers who were watching the excitement, they just asked about the situation and then hid, not daring to do anything.

That night, I stayed there with the casual excuse of wanting to observe the night view.

The person in charge of the company contacted the financier, who was very satisfied with their efficiency and finalized the intention. All that was left was to negotiate the details.

However, that night, after only signing the letter of intent, the sponsor had already transferred the money before the formal signing, and had also contacted other departments, so the person in charge of the company understood. It was impossible to cheat money, no matter how legal it was, but the sponsor also basically said that he was willing to invest and let this person in charge pursue his dream of making movies again.

It is basically clear what he is going to do now.

The next day, the person in charge told the local officials that they liked this place and wanted to shoot a short drama here first. This was the company's strategy for this year, and they would also shoot a movie here later.

Some people in the village were not very happy about it, but there were still some people who were happy about it.

On the first day I arrived, the small shop in the village was emptied out. I stayed at a fellow villager's house and also paid for the accommodation.

At the very beginning, some people started to get visible benefits, so it was impossible for this matter to be full of resistance.

That afternoon, the blogger who had taken some mysterious photos of local cultural characteristics and was then hung up and beaten appeared in front of the company's head.

Because I had just expressed the desire to hire a young person who was familiar with the local area as an assistant, other young people quickly pulled the young blogger over.

The first step went very smoothly.

They are all ordinary people, doing legitimate business, and with the local support for cultural propaganda, no one can stop those old antiques in the village.

The village chief couldn't tell the villagers who earned a month's salary in just three days that they should forget about making that much money in the future and that he was going to drive all those people away.

The young man who had been hung up and beaten before, with shining eyes, followed the team, acting as an assistant or guide, and specifically answered questions about local matters.

For example, what is the amulet on the door, what does the pattern mean, and are there any allusions or stories? These are all materials.

In the evening, the person in charge communicated with the sponsor on the computer and immediately understood a lot of things.

He also discovered that the sponsor seemed to be really interested in the traditional culture and mysterious legends of this village.

But he doesn't care, he just needs to do his own thing, and coincidentally, this is what he is best at.

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The young blogger, holding an old laptop, has light in his eyes.

There are some software in the computer that professionals need to use, such as editing software. He has already learned the basics of it in the past two days.

There are also some materials in it, which he took with the company's camera borrowed and imported into the computer to practice.

People in the company all praised him for his talent, although his photography techniques were very immature, it was not wrong to say that he was a complete amateur.

But the things that are filmed are full of flavor, the kind of flavor that is difficult for outsiders to capture.

The door opened and a man wearing dark clothes, with a dark complexion, wrinkles on his skin and tattoos behind his ears walked in.

The young man tensed his muscles and quickly closed the laptop to protect it. Then he raised his head and looked at the man who came in with a hint of stubbornness and fear in his eyes.

The man with a tattoo behind his ear looked down at the young man who was huddled there, protecting the equipment with his body, and ready to be beaten. His eyes had a complicated look.

"Do you like these things so much?"

"Yes."

"Then have you forgotten that there are many things in the village that cannot be known to outsiders? This is the rule."

"I know." The young man straightened his chest slightly, as if he had mustered up great courage: "But, if those things are really so important, why don't you take pictures of them so that they can be preserved."

"What do you know?" The tattooed man was a little unhappy and annoyed.

"You hide everything, and I don't know how much will be lost.

Don't think I forgot that the grandma who mixed the wood talisman pigments suddenly slipped and fell off the mountain when I was a child.

Since then, there has been a kind of pigment for wooden talismans that no one has been able to mix anymore.

What is being matched now is fake, the color is the same, but the effect is gone.

I remember clearly that kind of wooden talisman had a very special fragrance. When it was hung in the room, there would be no mosquitoes in the summer.

But now, the village has started using mosquito coils.

Everyone seemed to think this was normal, but I remember it clearly.

When I was a child and my grandfather was still alive, he told me personally that we didn't need to light mosquito coils.

I also observed specifically at that time and found that there were indeed no mosquitoes in the house.

These have all been lost.

How many things will continue to be lost if they are not recorded?"

The tattooed man fell silent.

Indeed, much has been lost.

Including many magical things, have also been lost.

He also remembered that more than 30 years ago, when he inherited these powers and learned the techniques to use them, there was no particular danger.

At that time, he had a friend who was poisoned and his body was covered with blisters, which was particularly scary.

But the old man in the village just burned a needle, punctured the blisters, and applied some special medicine. The man was healed on the third day, but his skin looked a little ugly.

However, ten years ago, he saw with his own eyes that a young man who wanted to inherit the power was covered with blisters and wailed for three days before dying.

Because no one can continue to replicate that seemingly simple operation.

He is now unwilling to let his son inherit and learn those things because this matter has become very dangerous.

During these ten years, half of the young people selected in the village died.

As for the rest, many of them don’t want to come back after going out to study.

"You don't understand, I'm just protecting you." The tattooed man was silent for a long time and then said this.

"How can I understand if you don't tell me?"

"After I tell you, you have no choice. If you really like it, you can learn from those people.

But don't tell those people sensitive things, you know what they are sensitive about.

When you are done, let them go.”

The tattooed man didn't beat the young man this time.

He came to the mountain behind the village, and after several turns, he entered a cave.

Following the maze-like cave, we came to the depths, where we met an old man with tattoos all over his face.

"You still don't want to bring your son?"

"My son is too rebellious. He is not suitable for this job. I have tried, but he does not have the talent for it." The tattooed man replied in a deep voice.

"We have no choice. He is the most spiritual person now. Also, you have to find a way to drive away those outsiders."

"Those outsiders can't move, otherwise, they will definitely attract attention. There are local government officials following them, and they take those people very seriously. Anything that happens to them will be a big trouble. It's better to let them take the photo, and then they will leave by themselves."

(End of this chapter)