Nightcrawler: 20 Years of Peaceful Demons

Chapter 503
Facing such a group of menacing ordinary people, we are not panic, but it is also a little strange.

Ma Yi'ao stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter, Your Excellency?"

The man scolded viciously: "Don't pretend to be confused here. Aren't you two the murderers who killed my father? What kind of friends are you? You are sneaky. How could my father have friends like you? How about lying to a child?"

After he finished speaking, the little boy named Lei Meng next to him also looked at us angrily, as if he was facing a big enemy.

I squinted my eyes and found that there were indeed several practitioners in the field, including the man who spoke, and the little Lei Meng boy, but their strength was mediocre. It is not conspicuous, and it is definitely not because of the restrained breath.

Ma Yi'ao looked very calm, and said, "The murderer? Didn't your father die suddenly?"

The man said how my father died, don't you know the best?

Ma Yi'ao cupped his hands, what should he call him?

The man didn't hide anything, and said, "Lei Gang, I'm Lei Danong's son. If I don't take revenge on my father, I won't take revenge!"

As he spoke, the rest of the villagers also held all kinds of farm tools, sickles and other things, rushing towards this side, pressing every step of the way.

Ma Yi'ao had no intention of causing a commotion, so he revealed his identity: "We are friends of Zen Master Yongxiang of Shaolin Temple. Your father is his lay disciple. You should know him. I have his contact information here. If you don't believe me, Just call him."

Hearing this, the man was skeptical, took the note in Ma Yi'ao's hand, looked at it, and handed it to the son next to him.

The little boy was very knowledgeable, glanced at him, and said: "This is the phone number for Shaolin Temple to contact the outside world."

The man said: "Go to the village branch to call and ask about the situation."

The little boy took the note and left in a hurry, while Lei Gang waved his hand to make the villagers move back a little to make room.

We wait patiently and are not in a hurry.

After waiting for less than 5 minutes, the little boy came back out of breath, and said to his father: "The master of Shaolin Temple replied, saying that Master Yongxiang just came back and set off without resting on his feet. He said he was going to come to our house. It’s coming soon, as for these two, they said Master Yongxiang also explained that they might come, so let’s take care of them..."

Master Yongxiang knew that our identities were sensitive, so he did not disclose specific information.

However, his status in this area is detached, and a simple explanation made Lei Gang and the others immediately change their attitudes, and immediately put away the guy, invited us to the next room, and apologized to us again. Tea came quickly.

Lei Gang and several principals were beside us, talking with us.

Regarding their apology, Ma Yi'ao was very calm, chatted briefly, and then asked: "How many days ago did your father pass away?"

Lei Gang didn't dare to neglect, and immediately replied: "Seven days ago."

Ma Yi'ao is a little strange, sorry, I don't understand the customs and habits of your side, but logically speaking, the burial is usually three or five days after the death, why is the coffin still in the mourning hall? What's behind?
Lei Gang said: "Sir, you don't know something. My father died suddenly, and his soul was in trouble. I asked someone to ask about it. In this case, I need to find someone to do something for seven days before I can leave with peace of mind. Otherwise, if he doesn't want to leave, those of us who are juniors will also have trouble sleeping and eating."

I said why didn't I see anyone who did things?
Lei Gang said that it's time for dinner, and they all went to eat.

Ma Yi'ao asked again, "Are you inviting Taoist priests or monks?"

Lei Gang smiled wryly and said: "My father believes in Buddhism, and the whole family also believes in Buddhism, but the problem is that I don't have enough face. I can't invite eminent monks from Shaolin Temple to perform deeds. I can only invite a relatively famous divine man here. He has A team, blowing and blowing, is also lively."

Ma Yi'ao nodded and declined to comment.

Na Lei just opened his mouth and said: "Look at the two of you, you should be insiders, right?"

Ma Yi'ao nodded and said yes, and then asked, "By the way, why did you just believe that the two of us were the murderers of your father? How did he die?"

Lei Gang hesitated for a moment, and then said: "None of us know how he died—he locked himself in the cellar, and then screamed for more than an hour, at the top of his lungs, all of us heard , hurried to the cellar, but found that the entrance and exit were locked and tightly blocked. We tried our best, smashed it with an eight-pound hammer, pried it with an iron bar, and finally asked someone to get explosives to blow open the opening. When they entered, the others were already dead, but there were still screams, echoing in the cellar..."

What he said made people creepy, and I couldn't help asking: "Is there another exit from the cellar?"

Lei Gang replied: "No."

I said, is there any wound on your father?
He still shook his head and said no.

Ma Yi'ao was silent for a while, and said, "Take us to the cellar, please?"

At this time, someone came in and hurriedly said, "Uncle, Master Yongxiang from Shaolin Temple is here."

(End of this chapter)