"The so-called superior person means a person who sleeps on top of other people." The old man said, "Whoever sleeps on top of other people all day long is not the powerful, rich and powerful person."
"Oh, I understand." The young man asked, "How did they die?"
"There was an official who was dragged down by ghosts and drowned while he was fishing in the reservoir. There was also an official who was on a boat during a night battle. He and his boat fell into the reservoir, and his body was not found.
He was still an official, the former mayor of this town. When he was a master, his penis was cut off by a subordinate with a knife, and he died of blood."
"What was the name of the mayor and where was she killed?" the young man asked.
"It's called Mo Dao." The person who bought the peach charm pointed to the fog mirror deep in the white clouds, "It's in the often haunted villa in Moon Bay Reservoir."
"Is there anyone living in the villa now?" the young man asked.
"That villa is haunted, who dares to live there?" The expression on Lao Bao's face became solemn, like an old man who is upright but not restraining evil. "Go and die, and no one will dare to live there anymore."
"Evil has never prevailed over good since ancient times, so I'm not afraid of it," the young man said.
"Are you really not afraid of ghosts?" The old man asked him again and gave him a cigarette in return. The young man took it in his hand and started smoking. The cigarette was full of bitter cow dung gas, which made him choke.
His face was filled with tears, and he actually regarded it as a kind of enjoyment; "The scary thing in this world is not ghosts, but people. Ghosts have no eyes, but people have an extra mind than ghosts!"
"Yes, yes!" Lao Bao agreed.
"How can I get into that villa?" the young man asked.
"Ghosts are so powerful, aren't you afraid?" Lao Bao reminded him again.
"Ghosts are hibernating these days!" He said, "I heard from a ghost hunter that ghosts come out of the mountains every year on March 3rd of the lunar calendar, enter the mountains during the Winter Clothes Festival on October 1st, and spend the rest of the time hibernating underground.
"So, he chose to come here a few days before March 3rd of the agricultural year.
"Ghosts hibernate? This is the first time I have heard of it." Lao Bao really regarded him as a ghost hunter, "What sect are you from? I am from the Maoshan Taoist sect."
"Oh, I'm from the Laoshan Taoist sect." The young man replied, "My sect is best at immortality, transforming into an immortal from a feather, and turning stones into gold, while your sect is good at generating elixirs and turning water into water, flying over eaves and walking over walls, and drilling holes through walls.
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"Oh, it turns out to be fellow Taoist. I'll give you the key to the villa, the key to the villa." The old man handed him a plum blossom-shaped key, clasped his fists in front of his chest and said to him, "fellow Taoist, you are really powerful in magic. Come on down."
Let’s discuss and discuss. I sincerely ask fellow Taoists to teach me a little bit about the Laoshan sect’s magic. Firstly, it will enhance the prestige of my Maoshan sect, and secondly, it will bless me with immortality.”
"That's necessary." The young man felt a little surprised, "Taoist Priest, how come you have the key to that villa?"
"Because I am the uncle of the mayor who died, others call me Mo Tie. My friend, I heard from others that Mo Tie is the name of a kind of foreign coffee. Is this true?"
"Yes, it's a foreigner's coffee, and the word is pronounced ka." The young man asked, "What is the relationship between Mo Kun and Mo Dao?"
"They are all related, and they all died in that villa." Mo Tie looked out for his own interests and said, "I gave you the key to the villa not because I wanted to harm my fellow Taoists, but because I want to make you stronger in Taoism.
Taoist friends who are not afraid of ghosts will be able to sell that villa at a good price when the time comes to suppress them."
"Okay." The young man said, "If I feel comfortable living there, I will rent it out and use it as a place for me to practice my martial arts and transform into an immortal there."
"I rent, I rent." Mo Tie's face was filled with joy, and then his expression suddenly shrank like a hedgehog encountering the cold wind, "We agreed, we will live or die at our own risk, and we will bear the consequences if anything goes wrong.
irresponsible!"
After saying that, the old man picked up his mobile phone and called the police station, "Director Zheng, another person who is not afraid of death has come and wants to rent my villa. I made a deal with him, and you will be responsible for the consequences, your life and death! What happened there?
Everything has nothing to do with me!"
"Hey, hey, what's his name? What's his ID number?" shouted the officer on duty at the police station.
"It's broken. I forgot to ask him just now." The old man took the phone in hand and chased him outside the Yin Yang store, watching the young man's figure disappear into the clouds and mist that were about to move on both sides of the winding mountain road.