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Chapter 191: Lighting the incense on the head, lighting the spirit
There were fourteen people in total.

One in fourteen chance.

The skull was fished out by a corpse catcher who was brought by Examiner Zhong.

He was just a spectator who wanted to get rid of the ghost painter behind the scenes, but he didn't expect to be shot while lying down and was targeted by the "River God" in the river.

Lu Yue's thoughts were in a mess in the wind.

There is no doubt that all this is caused by the good fortune token given by Taoist Priest Lin.

But is now the right time to find a match made in heaven? ! ! !
And Lu Yue can understand why you are acting as a matchmaker for ghosts!!!

Is this a very good effect, or a very bad effect?

However... no matter who wants to take his life, he must be prepared to be hacked to death. Lu Yue's eyes were sharp and cold.

"The previous generation of people in Kuhai Village who caused your fate have all passed away. The heartless man who caused you to reincarnate in the sea of ​​suffering for fifty years is also dead. Now that you have returned to the shore, I will give you two choices."

"Either you just close your eyes and let the people from the Demon Suppression Department help you resolve your grievances."

"Or continue to stare at me at your own risk."

The "River God" stood motionless like a sculpture, his eyes fixed on Lu Yue.

Sure enough, persuading spirits to be good does not work.

Lu Yue shook his head and clenched the bronze axe with his five fingers.

The so-called "River God" is just a rumor spread by the villagers. In essence, it is actually a resentful ghost in the water. Besides...so what even if it is a real river god?
He even killed Bigan, the evil spirit.

All monsters and demons are paper tigers and should all be eradicated!

Suddenly, Lu Yue moved.

The first move is "Striking Huashan Directly".

The bronze axe brought with it a fierce gust of wind and struck the "River God" directly at his vital points.

However, when the axe fell, the "river god" disappeared like a phantom.

Lu Yue raised his eyebrows and took back the bronze axe.

The figure of the "River God" appeared again mysteriously.

Is this teasing or sarcasm?

Lu Yue formed seals with his hands, and all the soldiers marched forward in formation. Then he used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and the golden dragon exhaled, burning everything. Then he used the Lightning Dharma Image, rubbing his hands together with the lightning javelin and throwing it violently...

For a moment, the river bank was full of wind and clouds, lightning and thunder, as if the end of the world had come.

All the corpse retrievers present were stunned, and suddenly a thought came to their mind: the Minions were just a disguise, and this young man was not a comedian, but had real skills.

As for Lu Yue, no matter how hard he tried, the "River God" just stared at him and did not take any action.

Every time a killing move is launched, the opponent disappears, and once the attack is withdrawn, it reappears.

"Advisor Lu, I think it has something to ask you." Examiner Zhong is worthy of being the captain of the Demon Suppression Division. From the fact that the "River God" did not launch an attack for a long time, he analyzed that it was completely different from the fallen ghosts in the past.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yue stopped his futile attack and turned to look at Examiner Zhong.

"I feel like... it seems to be asking you to help it find its remains."

"How do you feel it? Why don't I feel it?" Lu Yue wondered.

"Women's intuition." Examiner Zhong replied.

God damn woman's intuition!

Is this discrimination against men for having no intuition? ! ! !
And this is your attitude when you ask someone for help?

"Do you want me to help you find your body?" Lu Yue asked.

The other party did not answer. Examiner Zhong observed and explained that perhaps the other party had been sinking in the sea of ​​suffering for fifty years, and the time was too long, so he temporarily lost his ability to speak.

In order to verify her guess, Examiner Zhong decided to approach the other party. This scene made the corpse-recoverers around tremble with fear. If Examiner Zhong guessed wrong, then the "River God" was definitely capable of killing her instantly.

Fortunately, the worst did not happen.

This "River God" turned out to be a rare ghost that had not yet fallen.

Lu Yue took a step forward, and the "River God" followed closely.

Lu Yue raised his hand, and it followed suit.

Lu Yue patted his face lightly, and the "River God" imitated him and slapped him.

From this point of view, the other party is obviously not as smart as Zhang Yaling.

If it were Zhang Yaling, she would never do such a thing as slapping herself in the face.

Even though it had been sinking in the sea of ​​suffering for fifty years, the resentment it harbored came only from Old Chen. It was completely different from other ghosts that killed for the sake of killing, and it did not show any intention to kill living people.

Recalling the whole incident carefully, if the other party really went on a killing spree, Kuhai Village would not have survived for fifty years. All of this was caused by that old Chen.

This is like a knife owner selling knives. Just because the murderer, Mr. Chen, used the knife sold by the knife owner to kill people, you cannot blame the knife owner for the consequences.

However...it's not a good idea for the other party to follow you all the time.

It always feels awkward watching it, and I want to do it but I can't.

Master Lin is really something, arranging marriages for nothing.

Lu Yue was a bit troubled by this. There was only one way now, which was to find the ghost painter and return the body to him, and then see what was going on.

With a plan in mind, they returned to Wang Laosan's house together.

The good news is that the college duo were not skinned and turned into skin paintings.

It seems that either the ghost painter is afraid of the Demon Suppression Bureau, or the ghost painter is unable to complete the skinning or painting process in a short period of time.

Lu Yue is more inclined to the last possibility.

After all, judging from the crime committed by the ghost painter, it is already a capital crime, and killing more or less people makes no difference to him.

The Kuhai Village incident has come to an end for the time being. The next step is to strike while the iron is hot and find the cowardly ghost painter who only dares to do evil things in secret.

After Examiner Zhong and the corpse retriever had discussed the follow-up matters, Lu Yue asked about the whereabouts of the ghost painter, and Examiner Zhong took out a compass.

"Follow this compass, it will lead you to find the ghost painter. After I bring people to check the situation in the river again, I will rush over to support you immediately." Lu Yue nodded in agreement.

He had no objection to cooperating with Examiner Zhong to hunt down the ghost painter. It was always good to have an extra helper. Then he did not dare to delay at all and took action immediately.

……

Next to Kuhai Village, there is a relatively famous small county town.

The reason why this county town is famous is because of a temple.

Many people say that this temple is far more effective than those famous ancient temples in big cities.

Regarding this situation, some local netizens told a story.

It is said that a patient was sick and had undergone various tests and taken medicines in a big hospital but his condition did not improve and did not meet his expectations. So he came to a small rural clinic and only received a bottle of fluid, which worked that same evening.

From this we can conclude that the level of doctors in regular large hospitals is not as good as that of doctors in small clinics.

However, these few remarks did not attract the attention of those who prayed to gods and Buddhas. They preferred to believe the facts they saw.

But recently, this popular temple suddenly closed its doors to visitors.

According to some insiders, the temple was under renovation in the middle of the night some time ago, with loud noises all night long. A notice was issued the next morning saying that the temple had suspended making wishes as it was undergoing renovations.

That day, near dusk, a middle-aged man came to the gate of the temple.

When people reach middle age, they not only bear the heavy pressure of family and career, but their health also begins to decline. They become fat, bald, and their various functions are much worse than before.

The middle-aged man also heard that burning incense in this temple was very effective, so he came with the mentality of giving it a try, but found the door closed, and sighed with disappointment.

At this moment, the temple door suddenly creaked open.

The middle-aged man who had been watching for a long time couldn't control his curiosity and stepped into the temple. As a result, he wandered around for most of the day without seeing anyone. Just as he turned to leave, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, scaring him so much that he trembled violently.

Looking closely, I found that it was a monk.

The monk's eyebrows and beard were gray, like a long-browed arhat. He looked to be over eighty years old. Even wearing a cassock, he could not hide his greasy figure.

The fat monk put his hands together, bowed slightly to the middle-aged man, and asked, "Amitabha, sir, what is the matter with you visiting our temple?"

After explaining his purpose, the middle-aged man was about to leave, intending to make a wish again after the temple reopened. At this time, the fat monk took out three incense sticks from his sleeve, handed them to the other party and said, "Since you are here to burn incense and pray, the temple is quiet today, and the Buddha can fulfill your wish for you alone."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he thought it made sense. On weekdays, when people burned incense in those big temples, there were crowds of people. Even if the Buddha could fulfill his wish, it might not be his turn.

"Master, do you have a lighter?" The middle-aged man felt his pocket and found no lighter. He thought that his wife had secretly hidden it in order to help him quit smoking.

“There is a god above your head. If you are sincere, the incense will naturally burn.” The fat monk smiled, then took out three incense sticks and personally demonstrated the posture of burning incense.

I saw him holding the incense between his middle finger and index finger, with his left hand on top and his thumb on the tail of the incense. Then he raised the incense high and inserted the tail into the Baihui point on the top of his head.

The middle-aged man had never seen such a peculiar way of burning incense, but seeing the monk had a compassionate smile on his face and didn't seem to be joking, he tried the same way.

When he took down the incense, he unexpectedly found that it was already lit.

Without time to think, the middle-aged man immediately began to make wishes, praying for the safety of his family, success in his career, and good health...

After making a wish, insert the incense into the incense burner in front of you.

A strange thing happened...the incense turned out to be two short and one long!
As the saying goes, people are afraid of three long and two short, and incense is afraid of two short and one long. Even though the middle-aged man did not often pay attention to the stories of ghosts and gods, he knew a thing or two about this strange phenomenon when burning incense.

So he looked at the fat monk in panic and asked, "Master, this..."

The fat monk smiled calmly and took out three incense sticks from his robe.

"Donor, you may try again."

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, thinking that it had become so weird, if he just left like that, he might get into even bigger trouble, so he took the incense, raised it to his head again in the same manner as before, lit it, and inserted it into the incense burner.

What’s creepy is that this time there are two short and one long.

"Three times is enough. Please try again." The fat monk's robe seemed to be a bottomless pit. He took out three more incense sticks and asked the middle-aged man to try again.

It's impossible for a person to be unlucky all the time, and it's so weird every time, right? ! ! !

So the middle-aged man took the incense, lit it according to the old method and inserted it into the incense burner, but the result was still horrifying... still two short and one long.

"The donor's career is not going well and his future is worrying. This incense is a sign. He should continue to burn incense and pray for good luck."

The fat monk with a compassionate face began to recite scriptures. Instead of being afraid, the middle-aged man felt a strong obsession in his heart.

He must light three normal incense sticks.

He wants to change his destiny, keep his family safe, and succeed in his career!

So, the middle-aged man kept repeating the actions of lighting and inserting incense...

Time and time again...the incense burner was gradually filled with incense.

The middle-aged man's fanatical face was also full of fatigue, his eyes were bloodshot, and he repeated the ritual with gritted teeth.

Time passed by, and attempts were made again and again.

"I did it... I did it... This time it's not two short and one long, this is normal incense, Master, I can change my fortune..." the middle-aged man shouted excitedly.

However, before he could finish his words, he suddenly realized that there seemed to be a lot of people standing behind him.

At this time, the fat monk next to him said: "Amitabha, have you ever heard of the saying - the more incense you burn, the more ghosts you attract."

The middle-aged man was shocked when he heard this, and then he noticed that the figures were a little strange. He was a little scared and wanted to flee the scene, but suddenly he felt weak all over and his eyelids began to twitch.

After taking a few steps, he fell to the ground with a thud.

Only an empty shell remains.

The head is the head of all yang and is the place where yang energy gathers.

The Baihui point is located in the center of the top of the head. It is the place where the qi of various meridians converge. When you plug in an incense stick and light it, you are lighting a person's spirit. If the spirit is gone, all that is left is a bag of skin.

Just at this moment, another figure came outside the door.

But only the lower half of the figure remained.

Inside the temple, a young man walked over, looking at the head tied with a black dog hair rope and a cane, an evil smile appeared on his face.

"It's done, it's done, the materials are finally gathered."

(End of this chapter)