In the end, I don’t know what the four words of my destiny were written in bright red.

The four words looked a little shocking in the black.

After that, it seems that I wrote some trivial things, such as where to find a contact person after taking the order, or the reward for this matter.

I seemed to have seen a huge number, but I didn't see it very clearly. Brother Zhengchuan had already put away the paper and was not interested in reading it.

He looked up at the master and asked a question: "Master, I really don't know how to locate this matter. It's much stranger than everything you encountered with me before. In comparison, what kind of haunted houses and forbidden areas are like children's jokes. But no matter what, this matter has little to do with us, right?"

"Why do you think this way?" The master did not rush to answer Brother Masahiro, but asked back.

"Since it's a disease, shouldn't you be looking for the word "medical"? What should I do with us?" Brother Zhengchuan interjected.

"Ha, have you seen the word "Mei"? I know the ability of "Mei"?" The master took a breath of his pipe and refused to comment on Brother Zhengchuan's statement.

"If you talk about the people in the market, then forget it. Most of them are fortune tellers who run around the world, and those who touch the fur of traditional Chinese medicine claim to be the word "medical". There are those who are known as "shan" and "silver", which are ridiculous. They don't even have the ability to draw talismans. They know some folk styles, or if they possess the spirit, they dare to come out and forget it. It's better not to mention that market. Hopefully, this is not the so-called "jianghu." Brother Zhengchuan frowned and leaned lazily on the backrest, with his words becoming more and more indifferent.

The master did not answer directly, but just said: "Zhengchuan, being good at making judgments has always been your biggest problem. Since you have never seen the word "正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正�

"Yes, Master." Brother Zhengchuan answered seriously with a calm expression.

Then he murmured: "Speaking of this, the market is not completely undesirable. Although it is not a pleasant experience, I finally saw some interesting people this time."

Who is interesting? I couldn't help but think about it with my head tilted.

But at this moment, the carriage suddenly stopped, and Uncle Da’s voice came from the front, saying, “Master Yun, the place has arrived.”

It turned out that more than an hour had passed, and I still didn't realize it. By the time I realized it, my master and Brother Zhengchuan had already got off the car and were saying goodbye to Uncle Da.

It’s okay for the master. It’s Brother Zhengchuan who couldn’t bear to let Uncle Da go, put his hand on Uncle Da’s shoulder, and said seriously: “Uncle Da, I’m afraid I don’t have much time to get together with you this time, next time.”

"It's good to be willing, don't worry too much about me. I'm a happy old man to do what I'm doing now. I just hope you can have a brilliant day."

It can be seen that the relationship between the two is indeed very deep, but I will eventually part with you.

After such a brief greeting, I should have said goodbye to me. At the end, Uncle Da's eyes fell on me. They were very close, but they were different from the kind of closeness to Brother Zhengchuan, with a feeling of hope.

What he wanted to say to me, but when he spoke, he said something simple: "Xiao Zhengling, follow your master and study hard."

After saying these inexplicable words, the carriage turned around and disappeared into the night again.

Study hard? I felt a little sweating for no reason. Could it be that my master betrayed me and told Uncle Da that I was not good at studying? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at the master with a 'vicious look'. The master was smoking his pipe, and felt my 'murderous' gaze, and couldn't help but scold me: "Boy, what are you doing?"

At this time, it was already 1 or 2 a.m., and Uncle Da had no idea of ​​adapting. He put us down wherever he received us.

Things in the market seem to have a dream, going to go late at night, coming back late at night, and staying in the same place.

But this time, what should we do if we don’t have a village in front and a store in back?

But the master seemed to not care and said to me and Brother Zhengchuan: "Let's go, there is a small village that you can walk a few miles ahead. You can still take a rest before setting off."

I jumped over and took Master's walk. Brother Zhengchuan was lazy, putting his hands in his bag, and walking on the other side of Master.

When I came here, my luggage was much more streamlined. Apart from the things my master bought, I packed a small bag, only the snacks and clothes I bought in the East District that Brother Zhengchuan carried, which I bought in lightweight.

In early summer nights, there are many stars, but the moon rarely appears.

The silent dirt road and the sound of insects coming from the sound of insects make people feel peaceful.

Listening to some interesting things that Master told us, it was not hard to walk along the way, but he fell asleep on Master’s back. Just like many years ago, he had almost many roads, and he carried me to the mountain gate.

When I woke up the next day, I seemed to be in the village closest to the foot of the mountain. We asked the villagers that they bought some dry food, but did not stop too much, and started a bumpy journey.

It is just because the connection location given by the employer is not a big place, but a small village that is probably more remote than the one close to our village.

I can't remember how many transportation we changed, and even after inquiring, we found the small village that the employer mentioned.

I was very scared at first. It was the so-called Zhujiawan who was always frightened by the description on the red paper. It was obvious that there was no terrible or terrifying thing, but I was inexplicably afraid in my heart.

But later it turned out that this was just a village called Xin'an Village, not a hidden Zhujiawan.

The name of this village is very ordinary and has no rustic taste at all, but the facts prove that this village is really poor and belongs to a truly closed and poor place.

I never thought that there would be such a poor place on another side of the towering Qinling Mountains, but the scenery was so moving.

There is even a clear river flowing by the village, with a small lake.

When we came here, we were riding a manned motorcycle. Although it was a clear day, it was not as slippery as the road was far away. The bumpy dirt road also caused us to fall several times. Fortunately, these motorcycles seemed to be used to such roads and fell very skillfully. Apart from some pain, they were not injured.

This is the road that has made me have a psychological expectation of the possible poverty in this village, but I didn’t expect that when I really arrived in this village, the poverty here was beyond my imagination.

Can you imagine that low thatched hut? Almost all of them are here.

Some houses even don’t even have mud walls. They just made of bamboo and hay, and they were covered with a layer of yellow mud. Even if it was a wall, people leaned against the door frame and the whole house would tremble.

This is the scene I saw with my own eyes!

Seeing this, I couldn't help but wonder how the employer could pay a lot of money to find someone to solve this problem in such a place?

But later, my concern proved to be redundant. We walked along the address given by our employer and came to the small lake in this village. We found that there was an island in the small lake in this village. There was a house built on the island in the center of the lake, but it was vaguely blocked by trees and it was invisible.

Next to the island in the middle of the lake, there was a small boat parked, which looked brand new.

After seeing these, I knew that the employer was really a rich man. Otherwise, how could ordinary people have the money to buy a small boat and build a house in such a place?

By the lake, some villagers were cutting pig grass. They did not show much interest in our arrival, and they did not even feel like looking at us at one more time.

I always feel that the people in this village seem a little numb, but at that time, I didn’t have any concept of spiritual awareness, but I just felt that my feelings were already very slow. However, Brother Zhengchuan had already commented: “What does this village seem to be suppressed in?”

Regarding Brother Zhengchuan's words, the master cast a praise look and said, "My apprentice is probably a bit talented."

I didn't understand the weight of this sentence, so I thought about it. Is it talent? Later, I realized that compared to me, Brother Zhengchuan has a good spiritual awareness, which is a necessary talent for a cultivator, but I seem "dull". I only have the power of a Vajra, but I don't know what it is for?

I didn't know about these things at that time, but Brother Zhengchuan felt that I came to the lake and saw these villagers! But I didn't feel any depression, I just felt that they were numb.

The master seemed to not care about these things. When he arrived by the lake, he thought for less than a minute and then shouted a few times at the houses in the lake according to a certain rule.

Soon, there was movement there. An old man in gray clothes walked out of the woods with a house. He didn't even look at us. Then he got on the speedboat and drove quickly towards the lake.

Is this the employer? I don't know.
Chapter completed!