Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Lawyer Cheng was walking back to the law firm, thinking about the embarrassing thing just now, and the more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he felt.

She has been a lawyer for three years and has never been as embarrassing as she is today.

She was also surprised that she seemed to be confused. How could she think that a gentle handsome guy was like a murderer?

This Wang Sheng is so handsome and has the charm of a successful man. How can he compare with the pervert who killed his wife and his family to make char siu buns?

Alas! Maybe it was because of the case of Wang Zhiheng too deeply!

I have not had good rest these two days. I have nightmares every day, my back is sore, and my head is heavy. Maybe I should really give myself a vacation!

Lawyer Cheng rubbed his head while driving. From a perspective that she could not see, a group of wronged souls surrounded her and stared at her.

Some people cling to her or entangled, and some people stretched out their gray hands and clasped her eyes tightly.

The lawyer named Cheng Ruohui did not notice anything unusual except for his chills all over.

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Dongpinggou, located in the northeast of Hong Kong Island, is a fishing village located on a small island. The place is relatively remote and only more than twenty households.

The place was closed and backward, and most young people went to Hong Kong Island to make a living. The village was either elderly people or left-behind children. The whole village seemed to be in a dusk.

The island is not big, and there are no roads or cars. You have to go in and out of here for two days and one ferry.

The ferry is not big, and there are only a dozen people sitting, but it is more than enough for this remote place.

Wang Xuebin was wearing a neat shirt and trousers, a huge toad mirror on his face, and chewing gum in his mouth. He sat in the last row of the ferry, looking at the sea view, pondering something.

On the ferry, several young girls who went home to visit their relatives looked at the person sideways, interspersed with their mouths and ears, and spoke while pointing out.

This place can be regarded as a slum, and people dressed like Wang Xuebin are out of place.

"Hello, where is the public security and police service here?"

"Meh?"

At the dock, Wang Xuebin took off his sunglasses, bowed his body, and spoke and gestured beside an old lady.

What people here say is a Cantonese dialect, which Wang Xuebin can understand, but he still can't speak.

"Police Society! Lin Fengjiu! Uncle Jiu!"

Hearing the word "Ninth Uncle", the grandma immediately understood what he meant, looked up and smiled, and suddenly said:

"Oh~ I'm looking for Ajiu! You said it earlier! Ajiu is the most familiar! It depends on you, a young man, is it that you are asking for Ajiu? Let me tell you, Ajiu is the most enthusiastic and has a strong ability..."

Listening to the grandma's nagging and starting to say nothing, Wang Xuebin looked unhappy and stood aside and bowed to listen.

From the grandma's narrative, Wang Xuebin has a lot of understanding of this legendary Maoshan Taoist Lin Fengjiu.

Lin Fengjiu and his father Lin Yimei are said to be the 20th generation descendant of Maoshan, and they are extremely skillful in Taoism.

During the warlords' melee in the early years, killing demons and eliminating demons made a great reputation.

During the Japanese invasion, they also led the Southern Taoist Sect to fight to the death with the Japanese sorcerers, killing the head of the Jiuju lineage of the contemporary Japanese Kingdom.

In the fourth or fifth year, when the Japanese invaders surrendered, Lin Yimei was unwilling to attack and harm his compatriots, and started a civil war. Therefore, she went away to Xiangjiang, got married and had children in Xiangjiang, and became a Feng Shui master.

His son Lin Fengjiu studied Taoism with his father when he was young. When he was young, he was admitted to the police station and became a royal policeman.

With his outstanding ability and the help of Taoism, Lin Fengjiu and his partner Officer Ma worked together to solve the strange case and made a lot of contributions.

If everything goes well, there should be an outstanding Chinese sheriff in this world, which can not only solve strange cases, but also kill demons and eliminate demons.

Unfortunately, there are unexpected situations!

Nine years ago, for some reason, Lin Fengjiu's family, who was extremely glorious, suddenly suffered a disaster.

Overnight, both parents died. Officer Lin Fengjiu, who had a bright future, was suddenly sent to the fishing village and became a public security policeman in the village.

The Lin family, which was originally crowded with people, suddenly became unwilling to do so.

In this way, the legendary Sheriff Lin fell, leaned into this fishing village and became a public security policeman.

With his own skills and righteousness, Lin Fengjiu quickly won the respect and love of the villagers and became the respected Uncle Feng in the village.

The Xiangjiang Police Department seemed to have forgotten this person and never activated it again. He left him idle in this fishing village for nine years!

Listening to Uncle Feng’s story, Wang Xuebin’s expression was not revealed, but his heart was very solemn.

If this grandma said the truth, then it seems that the world and undercurrents that he didn't know were surging.

It is absolutely a big deal to force a former leader of the Taoist sect to destroy his family.

It seems that the enemies he has to face in this world are probably not just ghosts!

"Here, it's here!"

With Wang Xuebin's careful support, the grandmother walked and said while taking Wang Xuebin to a dilapidated bungalow.

The bungalow faces north and south, with the main door open. Looking inside, there is a 100-square-meter courtyard with a jujube tree planted in it. It is the season for flowering.

In the courtyard, the main hall gate is closed tightly. From the crack of the door, you can vaguely see candlelight, and occasionally a wisp of cigarettes float out of the crack of the door.

On the east side of the courtyard is the kitchen. It is the meal time. When you stand at the door, you can smell the fragrance from the kitchen.

Well, what I cooked is fish soup!

"Grandma Huang, is this young man your relative?"

A calm but friendly voice came from behind himself. Wang Xuebin turned around and saw that it was the person he had been thinking about for a long time, Uncle Jiu, Lin Fengjiu!

The person who came was about forty years old, but his temples were gray.

I wore a yellow-green short-sleeved shirt with meticulous buttons, a pair of washed white work pants, and a pair of round-headed leather shoes covered with mud.

With a flat head and square face, big eyes and thick eyebrows, the first time I saw it, I gave people a sense of righteousness and majesty.

This uncle Jiu had two deep lines on his brows. He obviously frowned frequently, had many worries, his expression was serious, but his eyes were very gentle. It can be seen that this person is a cold-faced and warm-hearted person!

"Uncle Nine!"

When Wang Xuebin saw the visitor, he smiled and nodded, clasped his fists with his hands, and asked politely.

When Uncle Jiu saw the visitor, he nodded with a smile, looked up and down, and looked at the grandma curiously:

"Haha, this spiritual young man is..."

When Grandma Huang saw Uncle Jiu arrive, she smiled and introduced:

"No! This guy is here to find you!"

"oh?"

When Uncle Jiu heard this, he looked at Wang Xuebin curiously, frowned slightly, and looked a little unfamiliar.

Seeing that Uncle Jiu didn't say anything, Grandma Huang stepped forward, pulled Uncle Jiu and instructed in his ear:

"This child may be here to find you a solution. I see that he is dressed like a rich young master from Hong Kong Island!

This child is a good child, polite and patient. I, the old woman, said that I will not bother you all the way. If you want to help him complete the ritual, he will definitely be grateful to you!

We are all buried half of our feet in the soil. You are comfortable here, and you are still young. You can’t even get a wife when you stay here.

You can help him complete the ritual. At that time, my old woman will tell you about Xiang and ask him to give you a job in Hong Kong. It will be better than being a sheriff here!"

Hearing Grandma Huang's words, a warm current rose in Uncle Jiu's heart. He patted Grandma's thin arm and comforted her with a smile:

"Don't worry, grandma, I have my own plans. It's time to have some food together?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's perfunctory words, the grandma shook her hand unhappily.

"What to eat? Every time you mention this, you have your own plans! You are forty years old and you won't be able to get a wife..."

While mumbling, the grandma turned her head to Wang Xuebin and pulled his arm and said:

"Don't worry, Ajiu's Taoist Dharma is the highest, and any demons can be solved by any monster. If you have anything, tell him. If he refuses, you will come to the grandma and the grandma will help you deal with him!"

After saying that, he smiled gently at him, showed his few two teeth, and left tremblingly.

Listening to the grandma's words, Wang Xuebin's heart was as if he was being moistened by a warm current. He looked at his departure back and smiled and shouted:

"Okay grandma, go slowly! I will see you again!"

The grandma spoke very loudly because of her back of her ears. She could actually hear the whisper she thought just now.

But no one would blame the grandma for her little tricks. On the contrary, it was precisely because of this calculation that it greatly narrowed the distance between him and Uncle Jiu.

The two looked at each other and nodded.

"Who are you!"

When Wang Xuebin heard Uncle Jiu ask, he didn't neglect. He clasped his fists again, bowed slightly, and said softly:

"I've met Uncle Jiu!"