Chapter 102 Dream 7 That's really a madman
The evening breeze was cool, blowing slowly over the rice ears, raising layers of green waves. The sound of fine rustling came one after another, as if countless people were whispering.
At dusk, the field agents of the Abnormal Control Bureau were walking through the green tent, stepping through the mud.
The cobalt blue lightning pattern on the blue and black uniform glowed faintly in the dark, and a row of small words was embroidered below: The 13th Detachment of Hecheng.
The trainee operator walking ahead suddenly stopped in her tracks. She looked down at the Merit Map displayed on her watch and said in a tight voice, "Ten o'clock!"
Several bullets with tiny sparks flew out from all directions, drawing several ice-blue arcs across the rice fields.
After a series of crackling sounds, the prey seemed to be caught.
The operators slowly approached with thunderbolts in hand. Someone pushed aside the rice leaves and discovered a tall, blurry figure deep in the paddy field, swaying slightly in the evening breeze. The hem of his straw raincoat was stained with dew, and the air was filled with the smell of dampness and decay.
The trainee operator was a little disappointed: "Captain, it's just a scarecrow."
The man behind her corrected her: "Acting Captain."
As he spoke, he walked forward and circled the scarecrow, then lowered his head and stomped on the ground. "The point where the resentment disappears is right here. Dig it up."
"yes!"
A fat man walked to the front and stretched his muscles, his joints cracking. He was so large that even his blue-black uniform was made of several times more material than the others.
After finding the base point, he lay directly on the ground, waved his arms, and began to dig the soil at an extremely fast speed. His movements almost turned into a halo. After just a few seconds, a deep pit appeared in front of everyone.
Meng Zhao patted the man's arm, squatted at the edge of the pit and spread out his palm. A thin paper man immediately floated out from his sleeve, and with a glow all over its body, it lightly jumped to the bottom of the pit, illuminating the dark situation below.
A pale-faced corpse lay at the bottom, half of its body sunk into the black mud. There were no obvious scars on its body, and its expression was not ferocious. It was wearing a shirt and black pants, and its dress was ordinary.
But the moment they saw the man's face clearly, several senior team members took a deep breath.
"This person is..."
Meng Zhao raised his head calmly: "Put up the cordon. I'll notify the bureau."
He immediately tapped his watch, and the earphones connected in a second. Bai Heng's voice came from the other end: "Talk."
"It's near Hongfu Village in Langang Wheat Field District. I've marked the specific coordinates. Remember to check them," Meng Zhao said calmly, "The resentment point has been found. The deceased is..." He paused and looked down at the bottom of the pit.
The shirt was covered in brown blood and mud. The man was lying quietly with his face up. From this angle, it looked like he was smiling at him with his eyes closed.
——"Wen Caishen, should be four."
"Hey! Captain—acting captain, look at his hands!"
The trainee operator in the team waved the flashlight, and the dazzling circle of light fell squarely on the gaps between the corpse's stiff fingers. There seemed to be something reflective flickering inside.
Meng Zhao's heart skipped a beat. He adjusted his glasses with the back of his hand, narrowing his eyes slightly behind the lenses. He said solemnly, "Stand back. I'll go take a look."
"Captain... The Three Death Gates' magic is cunning, be careful of deception, it's best for everyone to go together."
Seeing this, the fat man shouted, "I'll do it! I'm thick-skinned!"
Having said that, without waiting for Meng Zhao to stop him, he jumped straight into the bottom of the pit, shaking up a layer of choking earth mist.
Then, he picked up Ying Si's wrist with a serious expression and pried open the other's palm without much effort.
Meng Zhao frowned: "What is it?"
The fat man was a little confused and turned around: "No trap, just a few beads."
"Beads?" Meng Zhao's eyes fell on the abacus on the other side: "It's the magic weapon of Wen Caishen."
This abacus can reflect the difference in spiritual power between the enemy and us in the arrangement of beads, and can randomly "borrow" a top bead for the four each time. If you are lucky, you can borrow the largest bead and become stronger. If you are unlucky, you can only borrow the single digit, then it depends on fate.
Speaking of which, the Ying family tried every possible means to get back this "family heirloom" magic weapon, but they were always unwilling to confront the Three Death Gates. Now that Wen Caishen has died, the abacus has to be taken into the evidence department of the Abnormal Management Bureau. After the truth is verified, it will probably be stored in the warehouse. Presumably, by that time, the Ying family will send people to "drink tea" with Bai Jingze every day and won't let him go.
Meng Zhao asked the trainee to take out the Qiankun bag and said, "Put the things back first."
"Wait, Captain, there's something written on it!" The fat man picked up a red abacus bead and squinted at it. "Kill...?"
He then dug out the other three, turning them over and over before his eyes, examining them: "Seize, life... life and death! Life and death?"
There were four abacus beads, each with words carved crookedly with fingernails, as if they were some kind of signal left intentionally.
"What do these words left by the God of Wealth Wen mean?" The fat man scratched his head, somewhat confused.
The more experienced staff present immediately offered a guess: "The Three Death Gates and Four Wealth Gods each have a motto. For example, the Black Wealth God has 'Whoever sees me will die,' the Civil Wealth God has 'Life is short,' and the Martial Wealth God has 'Misfortune will not come unintentionally.' It's said that in the past, the Black and White Wealth Gods loved to imitate the Black and White Impermanence in their attire, so their hats had these mottos on them. Now, their clothing style has changed, so the Civil Wealth God has this motto engraved on the frame of his abacus."
"Why did you miss the White God of Wealth?"
"Hey, 'life and death', isn't that a reference to the White God of Wealth?"
The White God of Wealth, Zhao Fu, died as early as 1975. As we all know, he was killed by Meng Bujiu. Since then, the position of White God of Wealth has been vacant.
"It's still very strange. Why did Wen Caishen leave the message from Bai Caishen? Haha, could it be that Bai Caishen killed him? Hahaha..." Someone spoke up to ease the atmosphere, but after a few laughs, he couldn't laugh anymore.
White God of Wealth kills Wen God of Wealth?
Regardless of why the Three Death Gate Gods of Wealth are fighting among themselves, Zhao Fu has been dead for decades, so where would the White God of Wealth come from?
It can't be that Zhao Fu has come back to life, right?
Meng Zhao stood up silently and dusted off his clothes: "Take him back to the branch first."
He pressed the earphones and said to Bai Heng on the other end, "Have you found the IP address of the person who posted online before?"
"Of course. Does that stump me?" Bai Heng said cheerfully, the clacking of keyboards accompaniment by the noise. "They're community police officers from the Maitian District Police Station. Our officers are currently providing psychological counseling and memory replacement for him and his colleagues. They're slowly recovering."
“Where is the person who reported the case in the post?”
Bai Heng paused, sounding distressed. "That's the problem. We haven't found the so-called 'reporter' at all. The portrait they provided doesn't match the actual information at all. We've checked the police surveillance footage, and in fact, no one reported the crime that day. It's like these two people have extra memories out of thin air. But if their memories were truly tampered with, there's surprisingly no clue."
Meng Zhao said expressionlessly, "It could also be the person who did this. His abilities far surpass yours."
Bai Heng choked: "There are only a few people in Xuanmen who can compare with my professional ability!"
Meng Zhao pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Take your time to check. I'm going to hang up first."
Bai Heng was still talking when Meng Zhao hung up.
He turned around slowly, his eyes fixed in a certain direction.
From here, you can vaguely see a corner of the low temple eaves in the distance.
The Liuxian Temple procession will be held next week.
Will anything unexpected happen then?
Thinking of this, he slowly frowned, and a haze filled his eyes.
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"Oh? Ying Si is dead?"
Outside the orchid garden of Qingcheng Temple, a young Taoist priest holding a mobile phone stood there in a daze, and the gourd ladle in his hand fell into the bucket unconsciously.
"Did your brother see clearly? Is it really Ying Si?" Wang Fengxu simply sat down cross-legged on the road, looking puzzled. "A god of wealth died inexplicably. What's going on?"
Meng Caiyun on the other end of the phone was also puzzled. "We haven't found out yet. I heard from the field team that when Ying Si died, he left a message. Maybe this is related to Bai Caishen."
Wang Fengxu stroked his chin, raised an eyebrow, and thought, "This is even more interesting. Could it be that this is a setup by a dead person?"
"Does your nephew know?"
Wang Fengxu scooped a spoonful of water and poured it on the ground: "No, I just found out. We are isolated from the news in the southwest mountains. We are not as well-informed as you big cities."
I have to think about how to tell Wang Tianfu later. Look how tasteless this revenge is.
"screw you."
"But White God of Wealth..." Wang Fengxu changed his posture, raised one knee, and supported the elbow holding the phone, with a furtive expression on his face as if he was discussing gossip: "I heard from Master's wife before that she is a lunatic."
Meng Caiyun hummed, "What's so crazy about this?"
Wang Fengxu lowered his voice and said, "She wants to become an immortal."
"Huh?" Meng Caiyun laughed. "Who in the Xuanmen doesn't want to become an immortal? It's human nature!"
Wang Fengxu snorted, "No, no, if she just wanted to cultivate and ascend to immortality by herself, I wouldn't think she's crazy. The key is that she wants everyone to become immortals with her!"
Meng Caiyun was shocked. "She wants to be the savior? She's really crazy!"
Wang Fengxu suddenly became interested. "Hey, the key is that she actually has a workable method. You know the Zhao family's Heart-Embedding Curse, right?"
Meng Caiyun calmed down and said, "I know a little bit."
Yes, because the Zhao family has followed the Three Death Gate Judges for generations, they are of course a thorn in the eyes of many Xuanmen families. In order to avoid being wiped out, they will plant a heart-embedding curse on their newborns after they are born.
The ability that the Zhao family usually uses is called the "Evil Punishment Department" because a self-important head of the Zhao family regarded himself as a messenger of God, able to reward the good and punish the evil.
However, the people do not care about these high-sounding titles and simply call this ability "being possessed by a ghost."
As the name suggests, the Zhao family can summon ghosts to possess their bodies. Unlike the incense-watchers' summoning of spirits, their summoning is compulsory. Whenever necessary, they can forcibly summon the evil spirits around to possess their bodies at any time. If they are hurt, they can also use the ghosts as shields. It can be said to be a very rogue trick.
Wang Fengxu said, "My master's wife said that Zhao Fu had previously claimed to have found the location of the immortal gate. As long as people in the world are willing to sacrifice their lives, she can take in all the souls in her body, break into the immortal gate, and then release the souls-" He slapped his thigh suddenly: "Haha, doesn't this mean that all living beings can enter the immortal gate!"
Meng Caiyun opened his mouth wide and sighed for a long moment, "Don't say it, you really shouldn't say it!"
Of course, some people were tempted at the time, but most normal people just thought it was nonsense.
You have given your life away, who knows whether they are going to take you to heaven or use you as a shield. Only fools believe in selfless dedication to save all living beings. If one person really succeeds, they will want to cross the river and destroy the bridge. How can you and your family have any business!
"What a pity, I was a step too late," Wang Fengxu teased, "I died at the hands of your grandfather's sword. Otherwise, I might have become a legitimate immortal official now."
Meng Caiyun chuckled: "If they had successfully taken a group away before you were born, there would be no place for you."
Wang Fengxu was unwilling to accept this: "Why, then I can't be a second-generation immortal born with a celestial residence?"
Meng Caiyun earnestly advised, "Your most important task now is to uninstall the tomato novels on your phone."
"Forget it, forget it. Daytime dreams are unsuitable. I'm going to go pick some vegetables." Wang Fengxu stood up, tucked his phone onto his shoulder, and then picked up the bucket and poured a ladle of water into the distance. Suddenly, he murmured with emotion, "The world is still good. I have fennel dumplings to eat tonight."
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It's late at night.
Two paper lanterns were hung under the eaves of Liuxian Temple. The light was dim and the halo was mostly swallowed by the darkness, so even the plaque could not be clearly illuminated.
The man knelt in front of the statue, the back of his hands covered with bloody marks from scratches.
He was trembling all over, and beneath his skin, which was covered with bulging veins, something slender seemed to be wriggling, like a grass stem moving along a blood vessel.
It’s so itchy, so itchy!
He couldn't help but scratch his neck frantically. When his fingertips touched his neck, the entire skin showed an unnatural depression. At the same time, a strange friction sound came from the empty chest, like dry straw rubbing against each other.
The man began to kowtow on the cold tiles.
"Madam Liu, please take back this dream... It has come true, it has come true..."
He kowtowed numbly for an unknown amount of time, his eyes wide as bells, not daring to relax for even a moment.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he would immediately return to the rice fields, chasing, fighting, being killed, and finally turning into a swaying scarecrow hanging high on the ridge of the field.
"If you'll just give up this dream, I'll give you everything, everything!" He pulled a book from his bosom in a daze. "I'll even give you my family heirloom! Please take it!"
There was no response from the temple, and the whole area was silent.
The man couldn't wait for salvation, and suddenly let out a shrill cry. He tore the book in his hand into pieces like a madman, and the pages flew all over the sky like snowflakes.
One of the pieces was scattered on the ground, and four large characters could be vaguely seen from the broken ink.
——"Taiyin Immortal Law".
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