"Ahem, when the old man opens the altar to practice, no idlers should disturb him."
After the policemen finished preparing everything, the old Taoist twirled his beard and said slowly.
The policemen couldn't help looking at each other.
"What are you still doing here, get out!"
The fat director immediately said to the other policemen.
"Boss, no matter how you put it, this is too much, isn't it?"
Some policemen expressed some embarrassment.
Originally, it was a bit ugly to say such a thing in the police station, and it would be too much to say that it would hinder the normal work.
What's more, there are many files in the police station that need to be kept secret and cannot be opened to outsiders casually. It is still a bit uneasy to let an old man of unknown origin stay here.
"You know what! I'm doing this for the benefit of our police station!" the fat chief roared, shaking his fist.
However, it seems that the relationship between superiors and subordinates in this police station is not very strict, so the policemen are still protesting sporadically.
"But the work hasn't been finished yet. Many cases have already been delayed due to lack of manpower..."
"Yes, yes, what if someone calls the police? And I will call the police later."
"Boss, you are promoting feudal superstition!"
"I am an atheist who adheres to the core values of socialism."
"Director, if you live broadcast women's clothing dancing to the Pure Land of Bliss on Biz Station, I will go out."
"Hey, isn't that too hot on the eyes?"
"The pictures are too beautiful to look at."
"Cough (spraying tea), only at this moment do I hate my powerful imagination so much..."
"Then raise the wages!"
"Yes, yes, pay increase!"
A group of policemen started making noise out of nowhere.
"The director ordered that the bastards who spoke just now take turns to clean the toilet for me for a week!"
The fat director was trembling with anger from these guys, and finally said with a distorted smile.
Amidst the complaints from the police, the old man with the white beard smiled faintly: "Of course I know that you young people don't believe in people like me, but it's okay, I only need a while, and you just need to stand up." You don’t have to close the door, you can even watch the old man’s actions at the door, so you don’t have to worry about the old man messing with your things, right?”
"I'm sorry, Master."
The fat director was immediately overjoyed, and said to the other policemen: "You still don't thank the master for your tolerance, and don't care about you bastards!"
He was naturally booed in response.
But the fat director seemed to be used to being booed by this group of subordinates, so he was not angry, but looked at Xiao Zhengyi and Xu Shenxing who were on the side.
"This, Xiao Xiao..."
He seemed to be thinking about how to persuade Xiao Zhengyi to go out with him.
The old man looked at Xu Shenxing's half-smile expression, felt guilty for some reason, and coughed dryly.
"These two little friends also have a relationship with Pindao. The old man believes that they will not disturb the practice. If you are not at ease, Director Chu, you can stay."
Seeing Xu Shenxing and Xiao Zhengyi standing together seemed to be a group, so the old man simply put them together as a bond, and he sold Xu Shenxing's favor so that he would not talk nonsense.
"Is that so? That's fine, that's fine..."
The fat director rubbed his hands, and stood aside obediently.
The policemen also went out one after another, but they didn't go far away, but gathered at the door or window, watching the old Taoist priest, as if they wanted to see what tricks he was going to play.
I saw that the old Taoist first took out an apricot-yellow array map from his arms and spread it on the incense table. It was embroidered with Tai Chi Eight Diagrams and some other symbols that were probably from the Book of Changes.
Then he untied a small purple gourd the size of a palm from his waist, put it in the center of the incense table, where the formation diagram Taiji was, and pulled out the stopper of the gourd.
Although others may not be able to see it, Xu Shenxing saw a puff of fresh air floating out of the gourd, which rose in the wind and became translucent after a while. spirit body.
Xu Shenxing heard the sound of Xiao Zhengyi gasping for air beside him.
"You can see it too? Oh, by the way, after such a long time of spiritual empowerment, it's not surprising that you can see it..."
"What the hell is that?" Xiao Zhengyi didn't bother to complain about the empowerment, but asked Xu Shenxing in a low voice.
After catching up with Qin Xingyan for a while on the supernatural knowledge of the earth (mainly the knowledge of Taoism and Shintoism in East Asia), Xu Shenxing probably guessed the truth of that thing.
"That's a parasite ghost"
The form of the parasite ghost is very strange, but in general, it is also a kind of wraith.
The so-called spirit of resentment, often the depth of resentment can determine the strength of this spirit body.
Since most of the wraiths remain in this world because they still have some nostalgia for this world, they are much weaker than the spirits around Xu Shenxing who were refined by cruel means and originally only had engraved hatred in their hearts.
If spirit ghosts kill people like playing games, then most of the wraith spirits can only play the role of "ah, suddenly I feel a little cold", which is similar to that of an air conditioner, and can physically affect reality. The world, for example, can hold up a piece of chalk, and it can already be regarded as a relatively powerful wraith.
After releasing the ghost, the old man muttered something to the incense table.
But Xu Shenxing listened carefully for a while, and found that he couldn't understand what he was reading at all... In other words, the old man was either thinking nonsense, or he was talking about the secret code he had made with the ghost of the possession—the secret code. Because it is not considered a language, Xu Shenxing's "Protection of Ten Thousand Races" has nothing to do with it.
Obviously, the parasite ghost raised by the old man belongs to the "more powerful" type.
After he finished chanting a few mantras blindly, the parasitic ghost started to mess around as if he had received an order.
So in the eyes of ordinary people, the office of the police station now looks like it is haunted... Well, it is wrong to say that, because it is indeed haunted now.
It threw documents and other things around randomly, and tried to look like a goddess scattering flowers. Strange characters were also printed on the computer that was still on, and bloody handprints appeared on some white printing paper for no reason...
Regarding the fact that he didn't press the bloody fingerprint on the document, he still has some conscience...
The policemen watching outside all let out incomprehensible exclamations, and the fat director who was in it was even more pale because he felt cold all over and dared not move.
Only Xu Shenxing and Xiao Zhengyi showed helpless expressions together.
After a long time, this old man is actually a liar. Hey...