Love letters are not allowed in exorcism notes

Chapter 282 Pretentious and ruthless

There are many superstitious people these days.

Sometimes even they themselves can’t tell which kind of god they believe in, but no matter what, you have to believe in something, otherwise others will believe you or not, and you will appear to be very unsociable.

It is inaccurate for Western missionaries to say that Chinese people have no faith.

The local religious beliefs of the Ming Dynasty were very mature in terms of system and routines, and the atmosphere was quite strong, but they were different from the way foreigners believed.

It's closer to giving gifts to the boss during the holidays. Although the boss doesn't care about your three melons and two dates, and can't remember who gave you any gifts, he can definitely remember who didn't give gifts... This kind of mentality.

There is no difference between the gods and the officials. They each take charge of their own business. If you don't care about anything and just brag to others that I am God, I am omniscient and omnipotent, and everything you have is given to me by me, so believe in me... then you are like the emperor, who elevates himself too high, and the common people will be the opposite. There won't be any real feeling.

Serving the emperor is a matter for officials, what does it have to do with me?

Therefore, the orthodox Catholic sect did not spread as fast as those more down-to-earth niche branches in the interior of the Ming Dynasty. For example, the Holy Scapular Church, the Baptist Church, etc. Even though they all look like crosses, in fact the differences within them are almost as big as the differences between Sichuan and Cantonese cuisine.

What's more, even though he holds a Bible in his hand and says God in his mouth, if you listen carefully, you will find that what the priest says is all the stuff of the White Lotus Sect. This new-generation sect, which combines earth and foreign countries, is spreading at a terrifying rate in rural towns.

Just like online novels, the more down-to-earth the novel is, the more popular it will be...

It's okay if you nod and agree, but if you dare to say no, I'll give you a slap in the face, and you said harsh words before leaving. Don't blame them if you let them see something annoying again three days later. They are ruthless!

Calling coward might indeed be a bit too much. Shy is a more appropriate word to describe a girl.

With Meng Wei's coward look, if it were anyone else, she might not even be able to understand what she said.

Meng Wei borrowed a trolley, and Wang Yunxiao took out a few dollars from his pocket and asked Dumpling to accompany her to the hospital.

The way people communicate with each other means nothing to them.

Listening to the buzzing discussions among the neighbors, Wang Yunxiao wondered, why are these people so brave all of a sudden?

Haven't you heard of my name, Wang Yunxiao... Of course, once religious people are really brainwashed, you really can't reason with them. Their thoughts are equivalent to being polluted and twisted into another species.

Regardless of whether the neighbors have money or not, incense is offered to every household. I have never heard that any immortal family is more noble than another. If you are mean-mouthed and insist on causing trouble for the immortal family, the immortal family may even blame you.

Although they often use other people's courtyards, due to taboo issues between men and women, Cui Xiaoying and her daughter rarely communicate with Wang Yunxiao and his brothers unless necessary. Only Dumpling, who was responsible for cooking, had a closer relationship with them.

Miss Li is a girl who is not too shy.

The result was good, Li Fugui's family set up a Dharma altar, and suddenly he became very strong-willed. The brothers of the Daluo Sect, carrying the altar in their hands, went to every house to inform them that from now on, all the homes should enshrine the Immortal family tablets, no matter how big or small. I took it down to avoid damaging the feng shui of my altar.

After settling Cui Xiaoying, Wang Yunxiao was about to take his brothers and neighbors to visit Li Fugui's house. From the corner of his eye, Leng Buding saw Li Mumu and Xiao Hulu hiding in the distance, and his scalp suddenly felt numb.

Why are you coming here to watch the excitement? How can I function normally while you are here!

Do you still want the character image that you finally put up? Rich people are really willful.

He could only pretend not to see it.

A group of people came to the door of Li Fugui's house noisily. Wang Yunxiao took a closer look and said to himself, "What a good guy, this one is even better..." A white paper couplet was posted on the door of the house, and a three-story altar table was set up in the yard. A senior brother in mourning was dancing on the altar table, dancing with a sword and ringing a bell. There was actually someone playing drums and playing music below, and it was so lively.

Wang Yunxiao looked confused and turned around to ask his neighbor: "Is there a death in his family?"

The neighbors were also confused: "Li Fugui is the only one in his family. His mother died two years ago. Who are you worshiping?"

Although it is the rule of the world to say that the deceased is the most important and not to interfere with the innocent affairs, it cannot be said that you are justified if you go home after beating the person and do the innocent affairs, right?

Wang Yunxiao originally wanted to kick the door down, but considering the international outlook... No, it was the angel investors watching from the side, he didn't have the nerve to go too far, so he stood at the door and shouted: "Li Fugui! Come out!"

He roared, and the courtyard immediately became silent.

The senior brother who was dancing on the altar table looked down and sneered: "Are you Wang Yunxiao? Why don't you bow down quickly when you see the ancestor Dharmajia!"

What kind of thing is the ancestor's method?

Wang Yunxiao looked around and saw no one else except him. He couldn't help but ask: "What kind of ancestor are you?"

I saw the senior brother gnashing his teeth, his face flushed, his whole body trembling as if he had a stroke, he stomped his feet three times, the long sword in his hand spontaneously ignited without wind, and his eyes were as wide as copper bells.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Lord Daluo is here. You mortals don't know the heavens and don't follow the instructions of the immortal master. You dare to resist stubbornly. It's really an unforgivable crime and you deserve death!"

After reading the lines, he opened his mouth and took a deep breath, looked up to the sky and blew out a cloud of fire. Countless flames burned and fell on his head, scaring the neighbors and running away.

Wang Yunxiao saw that the color of the flames was not quite right, and he immediately became alert, but behind him were the neighbors who were following him, and there was nowhere to hide. There was really no other way, so he grabbed his collar and pulled it hard, pulling the clothes away from him. He tore it off from his body and drew it toward the flames falling from the sky.

The new clothes I bought! This is the first time I wear it!

As soon as the flames touched the clothes, they burned even more intensely. This was not a trick at all, it was just a poisonous move on myself!

Wang Yunxiao grabbed the flame and threw it to the ground. He stepped on it several times, but it couldn't be extinguished no matter how hard he stepped on it. The flames almost burned his pants.

At this time, as soon as the door of Li Fugui's house opened, more than a dozen men with their heads wrapped in white cloth rushed out, holding sticks in their hands and beating anyone they saw without saying a word.

Three or four of them came specifically for Wang Yunxiao and smashed his head and face with big wooden sticks. Wang Yunxiao couldn't dodge and was hit on the shoulder by a stick, which made him feel heart-piercing pain.

This is not a thin wooden stick like a shovel or pickaxe, but a water and fire stick like the ones used by the Yamen servants in the past. They are all solid hardwood. One stick weighs more than ten kilograms, and it already belongs to the category of murder weapons.

Cui Xiaoying just received such a blow on the head, and she couldn't survive at that time.

(End of this chapter)