Mopan Village, it was getting dark. It looked like a ghost village.
Ruan Lingwen got off the helicopter, and it was a strong wind!
She was wearing a jacket, trousers, and battle boots, and was very warm.
The wind was still very strong, and the hat on the head was about to blow away, so I couldn't open my eyes.
The helicopter flew away and the wind was slightly weaker.
There are not many people in the village, but there are many policemen and Xuanmen.
Some metaphysics enthusiasts also came to hear the news.
There are too many people, and the lights are on, but there is still no popularity.
Xu Daoyuan came over to say hello. Seeing the child looking around, he didn't make much politeness and asked directly: "Did the little fairy see it?"
Ruan Lingwen nodded.
This village is big, unlike a plate and pan. There are houses on the surrounding mountains. There are also houses on the flat part in the middle. In the middle, there is a large flat piece of land in the front.
Ruan Lingwen is standing on the open space.
There is no mine here. There are many trees on the surrounding mountains, which look pretty good.
However, at night, except for the darkness, normal people can probably see the death aura.
The people from the village, who came back after leaving and some Xuanmen, looked at the little fairy curiously.
Ruan Lingwen said, "The air has dissipated."
Xu Daoyuan suddenly realized.
An old monk chanted: "Amitabha."
A man in his thirties, like a university professor, introduced himself to the little fairy: "My name is Wang Lin."
Ruan Lingwen looked at him. I heard that it was from Guo Jia. He was indeed a doctorate and knowledgeable. Although he had not been engaged in metaphysics for a long time, he was talented.
Wang Lin is relatively tall and looks through the little fairy's shiny eyes.
He said respectfully, "Please give me some advice." He asked on the spot, "What does it mean to be dissipated?"
Xu Daoyuan was busy with his compass.
The old monk set his sights on the mountain.
There are a large group of clueless people waiting for the little fairy to answer.
Ruan Lingwen said: "It is probably a fertile land, from salinization to sandification, and it will dissipate as soon as the wind blows."
A young Taoist priest said, "Is the nutrients lost in this land?"
Ruan Lingwen said: "Ghosts gather together, and a piece of soil also has souls. If this stickiness is gone, the soul will be scattered."
The old monk said again: "Amitabha."
Ruan Lingwen knew when he saw him.
The old monk said kindly: "Please, little fairy."
Ruan Lingwen thought about it, so he would be welcome.
Wei Zhou, Jiang Lingjie, and a group of people protect her.
Some of them were about to squeeze in, but they didn't dare to move around.
The night is dark and there are many policemen, so I control it.
Some of them were originally here to check it out, but because Master Xu’s live broadcast was close to it. Now I found that things seemed to be more serious. The place was so scattered that it didn’t sound like a good thing.
A woman asked, "Shi Lingling, will all the people in the village die?"
Ruan Lingwen glanced at her and said, "Yes."
Everyone in the village was scared!
A few older ones, not too old, knelt down.
A woman in her forties was particularly scared and said, "My grandson is only a full month."
Ruan Lingwen didn't say much and walked up the mountain.
There is a wise man in the village, holding a searchlight and walking in front.
Ruan Lingwen could see that even the first time she came to the village, she knew the way. But she followed the people and looked at them while walking.
The village is dead and has one breath left.
The uncle in the village could accept her statement and spoke a little sad and angry: "I dug it up later."
Xu Daoyuan came over.
There are some people behind who want to follow, but hesitate. This village is too terrible, and it seems safer to follow the little fairy, but if the little fairy does things, it will be dangerous around them.
Here, a young man was very puzzled and asked the old monk: "The village is dead, can you be a ghost?"
The old monk won't say it.
Half a bucket of water said, "There are no ghosts in the village, they are all scattered. Do you understand?"
So terrible!
Some of them are bold and curious. Look at the mountain, there is a land temple. It is well built. When the light at night is shining, it is a bit weird.
The villagers saw the little fairy going to the Land Temple and said with some memories: "We have all gone to worship."
The young man asked again: "Where is the Land Master?"
Isn't it too scary?
There was a strong night wind, as if I wanted to blow out the lights. It seemed that I wanted to take people away.
Although there are no ghosts, the wind whimpered, like a bigger ghost.
The wind gusts and waves, as if something is alive.
Ruan Lingwen had already arrived at the entrance of the Land Temple, and the mountain was not very high.
The Land Temple is not big, but compared to some extremely small, it is also large. It covers an area of about 200 square meters and has built a second courtyard.
Xu Daoyuan came over and said, "It feels good here."
The villagers said hatefully: "When Mo Debiao first built this land temple, he was so enthusiastic."
Who doesn’t know about those with eyes? But it can’t be stopped.
Now the village looks like a ghost.
When the mines behind were at their peak, they were in full swing and created hundreds of billions of wealth. How many thugs can hire? How many evil dogs can be raised? If a villager blocks the road, they will still fight to the death.
Ruan Lingwen was happy.
Xu Daoyuan was also happy and asked, "What should I do? Do you have a rest today?"
Ruan Lingwen said: "Don't wait for tomorrow to do good things."
The villagers were also happy and asked, "What do you need?"
Ruan Lingwen said, "No need. Stay away."
Xu Daoyuan thought about it and looked at Jiang Lingjie, Wei Zhou and others. He left neatly. He couldn't help just by wanting to help. The little fairy practiced magical skills, which was not easy to help.
Villagers walked away with searchlights.
Jiang Lingjie has a headlight, but it is not that bright.
Ruan Lingwen sat down with Shi Tou and replaced the shoes on his feet with Liuyun boots.
Wei Zhou looked at the boots, which were more upscale.
Ruan Lingwen was wearing the flowing cloud boots and was walking around the Land Temple, which was so relaxed.
Wei Zhou couldn't catch up.
Several policemen stood around the Land Temple, and the child was just around.
The night wind blows, and the more you look at the Land Temple, the more weird it becomes.
Xu Daoyuan arrived below, looked back, and prepared other things. The place was so scattered that it was very troublesome to deal with it.
The old monk's feet were a little cold and it was difficult to stomp their feet.
The young people are cold, and the village is very cold. The gloomy kind makes people's scalp numb.
Some people were curious and wanted to go up and see the little fairy.
The woman in the village asked anxiously, "Why is there no movement?"
The man calmed down and said, "It should be preparing."
There are fans of metaphysics who are interested in metaphysics purely because of the little fairy. They trust the little fairy very much and said, "It's definitely no problem."
The woman asked, "What is it?"
Anyone from Xuanmen can answer: "Feng Shui has been destroyed."
The woman said, "I hired a master at the beginning. I did everything I should do, and everyone made money."
Someone asked with a brainstorm: "You won't sell your kidneys, right?"
If you have money and die, isn’t it because you work hard?
The real winner is Modebiao. He is now a family abroad. It doesn’t matter if others die. He has money and enjoyment now.
Someone in the village said, "Mo Debiao is quite good, donating hundreds of millions."
The bystander said: "What's the point of making tens of billions of dollars to fool people? Those who cheat money can all make enough money."