Chapter 208
The mayor invited a group of hermits to exorcise demons and ghosts. In an era of lack of entertainment, this was a big event. Except for those who were struggling to make ends meet and were afraid of getting into trouble, everyone who had some spare time came to the city government.
A circle of dark-skinned men with guns stood outside the courtyard of the municipal government. Ordinary people did not dare to get close and watched the excitement from afar. Some climbed up trees, some went up to roofs, and through the gaps in the wall, they could see a little of the situation inside the courtyard of the municipal government.
Those who could enter the government compound to watch the excitement all had some connections and some power. They leaned against the wall from a distance, just watching the excitement without moving forward.
The mayor, the father and mother of Jiangcheng, was wearing a western-style suit, but his eight-month-old belly made the suit look round. The two buttons on the suit had difficulty covering his body. He was stroking his big belly with his mustache and directing his men to set up the tribute platform.
In order to protect his reputation, he tried his best to please the masters and gods who came from afar. Naturally, he didn't dare to go back to the destroyed villa. He lived in the city government these days. The monster really scared him. He was afraid that the monster would suddenly appear and tear him in half like it did to those Japanese people, with his intestines and stomach spilling all over the floor.
It was a tragedy in the villa on the day of the blind date. The mayor couldn't help but shiver, and the fat on his belly trembled. He said to the monks and Taoist priests who came from afar in a flattering way: "Thank you for coming from afar, masters. Thank you for your hard work."
As soon as he finished speaking, the butler standing behind him, a gentleman monk, handed each of them a red envelope: "This is a greeting gift from the masters. If you can really subdue this monster, ten large yellow croakers will be presented to you."
The red envelopes have been received and these wanderers can find them. If they can't find them, they don't care and give them to their disciples. The disciples will check them secretly and then gesture to the master. 100 French francs is not a small amount.
The middle-aged man holding the Half-Immortal flag stroked his beard and took a step forward. "The mayor is also very concerned about the people of Jiangcheng. He is determined to prevent monsters from causing trouble and harming the people. Your Excellency is very righteous."
This half-immortal was determined to get these 10 big yellow croakers. Money was hard to make and shit was hard to eat these days. He wanted more than just these 10 big yellow croakers, and he wanted to find a way to get more.
The mayor was pleased with the words "people carried people in a fancy sedan". He had been frightened by the monster and couldn't sleep at night for a while, fearing that the monster would suddenly appear and take his life. These words were not about his selfish fear of the monster, but about the people of Jiangcheng, who wanted to prevent the monster from harming innocent people. However, the monster tore the dwarf businessman to pieces without saying a word.
If someone dies here, he will have to explain to the powerful Japanese. It is really difficult for him to deal with both sides.
If these masters could handle the monster issue and kill the monster, he wouldn't have to worry anymore, and he could hand over the body. Even if he couldn't kill it, it would be easier to explain and shirk responsibility if the matter was made into a big fuss. That's why he didn't stop so many people from coming to watch the fun. This had to be confirmed. There was a monster in Jiangcheng, and the monster killed the dwarf businessman.
Spending some money is nothing. He has been a clean magistrate for three years and earned 100,000 silver coins. He has worked in Jiangcheng for more than three years and has saved a lot of yellow croakers of all sizes.
"Masters, please take the trouble to do this for the people of Jiangcheng and for the common people of Dawn." This matter must be brought into the context of greater justice so that we can explain it to the Southern government.
"Since it's your responsibility, I'll explore the way for everyone first, to test the depth of this monster, so that you brothers can be mentally prepared." The middle-aged half-immortal waved his hand and stepped forward, thinking that there were no monsters in this world. If he performed the show well and sang it sincerely, the big yellow croaker would be easily caught. First come first served. If he took away their way, he would have a way to go.
With a wave of his hand, he instructed his disciples to set up the altar and began to explain to the mayor, "This method of exorcising evil spirits requires a rigorous preparation. Mayor, please prepare some materials and personnel. I heard the demon is a black lion. People born in the years of the dog, monkey, or rabbit should avoid it, as it will arouse its ferocity. We also need a five-year-old seven-colored pheasant, black dog blood, and a Guan Gong sword..."
In order to show his ability, this half-immortal asked for a lot of things, which seemed complicated and grand. The mayor waved his hand and asked people to prepare them without him having to do anything. He only needed to give orders and didn't feel it was troublesome at all.
"At three quarters past noon, the Golden Crow will rise from the altar and perform a ritual!" The middle-aged half-immortal took the robe from his disciple and put it on, then he swung his sleeves and shouted loudly, with an air of majesty about him.
The mayor nodded repeatedly and said "good, good, good".
The other gentlemen who came from Yitong were very polite. In this business, everyone knows each other. You can tell what kind of shit they are just by looking at their butts.
Xuanmen says this in a nice way, which means one should not bother two masters for one matter. In other words, one should not invite two masters to handle one matter, as this is a taboo.
However, Jiangcheng did not invite a few gentlemen specifically, but posted notices in other cities. Anyone who saw the notice could come and try. So the principle is that the capable ones get the job. They can only blame themselves for not seizing the opportunity first. It was because they were two steps slower.
After the incident that day, the frightened mayor immediately called other cities for help. The people who received his calls thought it was outrageous. He could help with borrowing people and money, but how could he ask for help in fighting monsters? The result of asking for help was that notices were posted everywhere, asking capable people to come and eliminate monsters. This has led to the current situation where half-immortals and charlatans have gathered together, and a large number of them are on the way. Yes, those who have arrived now are relatively nearby, and there are still a bunch of fortune-tellers, shamans, and sorcerers on the road who have not arrived yet.
Among this group of half-immortals, a group of bald men was particularly conspicuous. The leader of this group of seven people was a monk in a yellow robe, followed by six bald men of different sizes in green robes.
The youngest, a bald boy, looked at the altar set up in the middle of the venue with his big glasses and asked curiously, "Master, are there really monsters in this world?"
"I don't know. Master has never seen it." The big monk at the front did not move, but stood with his hands crossed, looking at the excitement.
"Aren't we here to catch monsters?" The little bald man was puzzled. Then why did they travel such a long way to come here?
The senior brother beside him tapped his little bald head and said, "If there really is such a powerful monster as the notice says, the monster will probably catch you."
The little bald man shrank his neck, slapped off his brother's hand on his head, and shrunk behind his master, pulling his sleeve and saying, "Master, what if I get captured by a monster?"
"You're so skinny and skinny, why would the monster want to catch you? To eat your bones? If they were going to catch someone, they'd catch that guy." The big monk pointed quietly at the mayor standing on the steps. He was fat and had big ears. "He has a lot of meat and is very juicy. He'd eat meat instead of ribs."
This group of monks stood under a tree in the government yard, whispering to each other so quietly that people farther away could not hear them.
Lu Daju scratched his ears. He was sitting stealthily on the branch of the tree and heard all these words clearly. Hey, spare ribs are more delicious than fatty meat. He was not interested in the fat on the table.
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