Republic of China

Chapter 6: Going up to ask for confession
That night was quiet and peaceful, and nothing evil happened again.

At dawn the next day, Li Dongzhi and the workers breathed a sigh of relief.

Needless to say, the former is a senior official in the provincial affairs department. In the past, he was at least a minister of the Ministry of Industry.

The workers thought simpler.

Except for a few engineers, most of them are young people from poor families.

I don’t know how long and hard it took to get into the engineering team.

After all, no matter what kind of food you eat these days, you will not feel as secure as eating from public funds.

At least under Zhang Dashuai, I haven't heard of many cases of non-payment of unpaid wages.

They just wait for the project to be completed and take the money home. Those who should marry will take a wife, and those who should build a house will build a house.

However, it turns out.

The situation is somewhat different from what was imagined.

The monk is crazy.

Yes, it was the eminent monks Li Dongzhi found in the town yesterday who had wandered here.

The monks who were doing this suddenly went mad and ran all the way from the woods to the construction site.

The workers were busy working in full swing when they saw a few big bald heads sprinting at a speed of [-] meters and leaping forward, slamming their heads against the iron wooden piles.

It was like hitting someone's head, leaving no strength at all.

On the spot, two heads were broken into three or four pieces, with red and white pieces flying everywhere.

The remaining one's aim was not very accurate and he missed the target.

Half of the face was scratched off, and the flesh and blood were bloody.

But as if he didn't know the pain, he knelt down and smashed the rails with his forehead.

The sound was so loud that it was no different than a hammer being struck.

In just the blink of an eye, the monk team was wiped out.

The construction site was silent.

Until this moment, their brains still didn't understand what happened.

By the time they regained consciousness, the banquet was already being held on the same spot. The three monks were so dead that they could no longer die, and the ones who gathered the corpses had to scream loudly.

"Dead, dead!"

"vomit--"

"Why are you vomiting? Hurry up and seal off the scene, then go and notify the commander personally - vomit -"

Ordinary workers have never seen such scenes.

It’s not like we’ve never seen dead people in this fucking world.

Those who froze to death, those who starved to death, those who were killed by bandits and hung on trees were more or less accustomed to it.

But such a strange and terrifying way of death really impacted the visual and psychological defenses.

Soon, the situation was initially under control.

As the leader, Li Dongzhi is quite responsible.

He plucked up the courage to take people to the grove himself to check the situation.

How could even a monk be tricked in broad daylight?
If the situation is too complicated and critical, the only option is to report it to the Fengtian Office Building to see if the original project route can be changed.

When they arrived at the place, good fellow, Li Dongzhi not only wasn't frightened by anything, but he almost rolled his eyes and was so angry that he died.

The ground in front of the altar was covered with remains of tribute offerings.

Chicken bones, pig heads, and orange peels were everywhere.

In the most irritating corner, there are a few flower bellybands of unknown kilns.

A worker picked up the cloth bag next to the altar offering table to see if there was any remaining public funds allocated.

Unexpectedly, I found two "Jin Ping Mei" mini-books with pictures.

Just make offerings and play with the kiln sister.

The litany of sutras is so confusing.

Anyone who was a ghost would be filled with resentment, right?
It’s really not a pity to die!

After noon, when the remains of several monks were hurriedly delivered to the righteous village in a nearby town, Li Dongzhi realized that he had been severely deceived.

The people who paid a lot of money to hire were not some eminent monks who wandered around, but a bunch of pure liars.

The young man in the village said bluntly that he had seen them in the kiln a few days ago.

Although his face was smashed, the pattern tattooed on his body was very clear, resembling a 'hairtail fish'.It can be seen from this that a few big scammers decided to shave their heads into bald donkeys on the spur of the moment to make money from public funds.

The proverb about being brave to death is vividly displayed.

At the time of the deadlock, the people in Yizhuang were more enthusiastic and introduced Li Dongzhi to a famous disciple from all over the country.

The villagers called him Liu Banxian.

No matter whether you encounter evil events or weddings or weddings, there is nothing wrong with him. Basically, everything will be arranged clearly.

In desperation, Li Dongzhi had no choice but to become a living doctor and personally visited Liu Banxian's door to respectfully invite Liu Banxian to the engineering team's station.

When we waited, it was almost dusk.

Liu Banxian was probably impatient. After making some preparations, he directly opened an altar in the small courtyard of the counting house to perform rituals and burn incense to worship.

After pinching his long mustache out of habit, he picked up the cowhide octagonal drum and played and danced.

"The heavens are spirited and the earth is spirited, and the Huhuang Changmang shows its power!"

"The sun rises in the east, accompanied by the moon and stars, and I invite the heavenly generals and heavenly soldiers!"

Outside the hospital, the workers who were finishing their work gathered in three circles inside and three outside.

Watching the excitement is a good habit of the Yanhuang people.

No matter how horrifying the story behind it is, it doesn’t stop you from gaining insights by looking at it twice.

At worst, if something happens, it's not too late to run away.

Zhao Sanyuan is also among them.

He really wanted to see how other companies 'worked' and how much difference they could make.

Accompanied by the chaotic and rapid drum beats, Liu Banxian's steps were frivolous as if he had been drunk.

Finally, he sat awkwardly on a chair in front of the altar table.

The shoulders are slightly tilted, the eyebrows are lowered and the head is lowered.

Then there was a sudden shudder, which on the surface looked no different than peeing.

Liu Banxian was seen shaking his head on the bench and holding out two fingers in a unique style.

"Come on the grass roll."

Grass rolls are cigarettes, but they are not dry cigarettes rolled by ordinary people, but high-quality cigarettes made in factories.

The sudden request for a cigarette did not surprise Li Dongzhi and others.

I have never seen or heard of it. Many disciples will ask immortals to come to their bodies when looking at things, and the first sign of having them go to the body is to smoke.

I don’t know why I am so addicted to cigarettes.

Soon, Kang Muang personally handed over the cigarette and carefully lit it.

Everyone watched 'Liu Banxian' puffing away at the cigarette. After a few puffs, the cigarette reached the butt of the cigarette. They sighed that he must be a heavy smoker and couldn't eat cigarettes as fast as him.

'Liu Banxian' stretched out his palm again.

"Here comes red grain and fine water."

In human terms, it means sorghum wine, but today only the elderly can call it that. Some people from well-off families are trying their best to buy imported Xuehuapiao, which is beer.

Everyone was talking a lot, and they all said that it must be the immortal family, and they should have a toothpaste to enjoy themselves before working.

Kang Mu'ang took another jar of sorghum wine and was about to pour it into the bowl when Liu Banxian snatched it away and raised the jar boldly and drank heavily.

He muttered from time to time, and his expression must be quite happy.

"Laiyang eggplant."

Bananas are considered semi-luxury goods to ordinary people. Many people have only heard of them but have never seen them. Perhaps the most common snack among Northeastern people is potatoes, sweet potatoes, and peppers.

fruit?

It's not like she's a wealthy lady.

If you come across a wild fruit tree on the roadside, it’s a first try.

Speaking of bananas, originally there were no such things in the camp, but there were still some left over from the previous fake monks’ rituals, otherwise they wouldn’t be available in a short time.

'Liu Banxian' wolfed down a whole bunch, at least seven or eight.

This appetite is not ordinary.

And it turns out that 'Liu Banxian' has a really big appetite.

"Come on Qi Xiaoguo."

(End of this chapter)