Chapter 171 Don’t want to work hard anymore

Chapter 171 Don’t want to work hard anymore

Carrying large and small bags, they arrived at the rooftop. As soon as the two put down their things, the landlady came over after hearing the news.

"Master, I was so anxious, you are finally here."

"Donor, I told you before that in order to avoid hurting innocent people, all residents in the building must be evacuated before twelve o'clock tonight. I wonder if you have informed me?" In front of outsiders, as well as those who don't argue with Uncle Feng. Despite the situation, Jing Yuan was still very serious.

It just looks a bit fierce.

"I would like to evacuate, but I have to have someone do it for me. Those people would have moved away long ago when they heard that there was a ghost in the building."

The landlady complained and said politely to Jingyuan: "Master, I leave this matter to you. If the building remains empty for a few more months, I will have no choice but to go back to the countryside to raise fish."

After finishing speaking, the landlady thought of something and added: "A family moved in today. They are dancing ladies from four nightclubs. I have asked them and they will not come back before twelve o'clock."

"In this case, the poor monk has no problem."

Jingyuan nodded and reassured the landlady that he had made complete preparations tonight and would not let any slip through the net.

With that said, he began to prepare the soul-calling formation. Liao Wenjie took the initiative to help, showing great interest in this ghost-calling formation.

The landlady wanted to leave right away, but when she saw Liao Wenjie's appearance, her eyes immediately lit up, she took out a business card and came forward: "Oh, this handsome guy, I see how talented you are. You can make a living with your face, but you are doing it for the master." It’s such a shame to work so hard.”

"???"

"This is my business card, please keep it. If you feel tired one day, just call me." The landlady gave me a coquettish wink that has expired thirty years ago, and limped off the top floor.

I guess I originally wanted to swing it, but my figure was out of shape, which was very eye-catching.

Liao Wenjie: ()

He probably understood that the landlady was about fifty years old, had an apartment building, and was not short of money...

If the information is correct, this animal must be good at using the magic weapon - it doesn't want to work hard.

"Oh, handsome people are different. Unlike me, no one will give me a business card if I want it." Jingyuan sighed and beat her chest, as if she had been wronged.

"If Master Jingyuan wants it, I can give you my business card, why bother with the weird yin and yang!"

"Ajie, you are thinking too much. Not to mention that I am a monk who has nothing in the world. Even if I am not, I am embarrassed to ask you to part with me!"

"..."

If I hadn't seen your face collecting money with my own eyes, I would have believed it.

Liao Wenjie felt contempt in his heart and put the business card in his pocket. The landlady thought too highly of him. It was not his fault. Even if he didn't want to work hard, there was still Judy Tang waiting to take over.

As for this business card, it might be useful to keep, but Zhou Xingxing might not want to work hard one day.

Ten minutes later, Jingyuan arranged the soul summoning formation. Liao Wenjie lost interest after taking a few glances. He regretted giving the three copper coins, but was glad that he didn't take out the money sword directly.

The soul-summoning formation that Jingyuan talks about is a soul-gathering formation that condenses the moonlight. During the first lunar month, all the moonlight in the entire building gathers here, and then seals the surrounding area with Buddhist flags and charms, tempting ghosts to fall into the trap.

In line with the principle of paying the money and coming, Liao Wenjie wrote down the layout of the spirit gathering array, turned around and walked downstairs.

"Ajie, where are you going?"

"I'll go out and take a look in case there's anyone else in the building."

"Well, remember not to go to the underground level. The Yin Qi there is very strong. After we have taken care of all the ghosts, we will find out more."

"got it."

Liao Wenjie made an OK gesture and started checking each floor from the seventh floor. It was said to be Maplewood Building, but it was actually a zigzag-shaped apartment building that was quite old.

The landlady was right. There was indeed no one in the building, and even if there were people, they were in the process of moving.

Liao Wenjie showed his police officer ID and after questioning, he learned that this building had been haunted two or three months ago. At first, the light bulbs flickered on and off, and the door did not open without wind. Later, the elevator stopped for no apparent reason, and the lights in the corridor turned blood red at night.

After that, the residents couldn't stand it anymore. They always felt like someone was blowing air on their necks from behind, or they felt like there was someone in the closet.

Several other residents said that their wives had unexplained sleep disorders and could not move their bodies between half-asleep and half-awake, as if a ghost was pressing on the bed.

Of course, there were also a few male residents who were disturbed.

The most miserable family, the wife ghosted in bed in the first half of the night, the husband ghosted in the bed in the second half of the night, and they moved out early the next morning.

We walked to the fifth floor and circled around. All the houses were empty except for one household that was noisy. The smell of hot pot could be clearly smelled through the door.

There are really some people who are not afraid of death!

Liao Wenjie knocked on the door. After opening the door, he saw four women in the living room and raised his eyebrows immediately. Yes, the landlady said that four nightclub dancers had just moved in today.

It should be these four.

It's a pity that the conditions are not bad, but he said he was short of money, and his company is still short of a few office clerks.

"Young man... Hey, it's Sir. Is there anything wrong at this late hour?"

Seeing Liao Wenjie's appearance clearly, the woman who opened the door was stunned for a moment, and then she was stunned again when she looked at the ID on his chest.

"This building will be closed tonight. I asked the landlady. You guys should go to work early after dinner, and remember not to come back before twelve o'clock."

"Okay, sir, walk slowly."

After seeing Liao Wenjie off, the four women sat down and chatted.

"What's going on? There are other cases to investigate in this building?"

"I don't know. I thought he was sent by his superiors to investigate the counterfeit banknote circuit board case with us. It's a pity..."

"Why are you so sorry? Are you attracted to someone else?"

"It must be, she has a look of love on her face, it would be more appropriate to replace 'see' with 'think'."

"Yes, that's what I think. When I return to the police station tomorrow, I will check his identity and create a perfect encounter."

"Don't be stupid. Just listen to what he said. People think you are a dancing lady who makes chickens."

"You're an undercover agent, don't be shabby, just explain it clearly..."

"Stop talking nonsense. After eating, go to the nightclub quickly. When we meet tonight, we can capture everyone in the opposite party."

…

After patrolling the seventh floor from top to bottom, Liao Wenjie went out to buy two portions of fried noodles. When he returned, he confirmed that the four dancing ladies had left, and then he returned to the top balcony with peace of mind.

"Ajie, why are you so polite? You even bought a midnight snack. I'm embarrassed."

Jingyuan raised her hand to take it, but Liao Wenjie blocked it with one hand.

"Master, you misunderstood. There is tenderloin in these two fried noodles. You are a monk and cannot eat meaty food."

"Then you still want to buy two copies?"

“It’s a big appetite!”

"..."

Under the gaze of Jing Yuan with a black line on his face, Liao Wenjie ate so much that his mouth was full of oil. In anger, he threw down his Zen staff and ran downstairs. Within half an hour, he returned with a few tools and had a vegetarian hotpot in front of Liao Wenjie. .

No wonder this monk is arguing with Uncle Feng all day long. The eye of a needle is only as big as the tip of his heart.

At eleven o'clock, Jingyuan was full and saw Liao Wenjie sitting cross-legged in meditation. Unwilling to admit defeat, he put away the hotpot equipment and sat quietly to chant sutras and wait for the full moon.

The two of them said nothing, only the yellow flag with the word "Buddha" written on it moved in the wind.

At this time, four undercover female police officers appeared on the first floor, accompanied by a burly man with a sinister face.

The four went undercover and met Dasha, the contact person of the counterfeit banknote organization, in a nightclub. The latter was suspicious of their identities and did not agree to hand over the money and deliver the goods. If he was not allowed to inspect the goods first, the transaction would be canceled immediately.

"What should I do? The handsome guy just said that the building will be closed tonight. Will there be any problem in bringing people back?"

"We can only take one step at a time. I hope his case has been completed."

"Hey, what are you two wives talking about?"

"We are afraid that you will be dishonest. After all, you are a big man and we are four little women. If you want to do something bad, wouldn't we be in trouble every day?"

"Hahaha, what's there to be afraid of? Hong Kong Island is a place governed by the rule of law. Why don't you just call the police?"

"..."

The four of them were all speechless. They only gave him the wrong name, not the wrong nickname, which was true at all.

…

Boom! Boom! Boom————

Four women and one man entered the elevator, and the moment the two metal doors closed, the bell rang on time.

At midnight, when the moon is rising, a fierce ghost comes out of his cage.

In an instant, a sinister wind sprang up in the building. In the warehouse on the first floor underground, the ghost door slowly opened, and dark shadows filled the air with the cold air, rushing from bottom to top towards the top floor.

"Master Jingyuan, all the ghosts are coming out. Should I hold the battle for you, or should we both attack together to see who is more efficient?"

Liao Wenjie took advantage of the situation and said: "It would be more interesting to add a lottery. I will bet thirty-six copper coins. If you... just use the string of Buddhist beads on your chest, which is exactly thirty-six. I won't take advantage of you."

"Ajie, you're not a monk, why do you want the beads on my chest... Wait, why do you still have so many copper coins?" Jing Yuan was surprised, have the innate copper coins become useless?

"To be honest, I still have some money left, just thirty-six copper coins. That means you and others, such as Uncle Feng and others, I won't tell him!"

Liao Wenjie explained calmly and continued: "How about you, do you want to have a try? The outcome depends on your ability. Whoever catches more ghosts tonight will win."

"Forget it, you only have that little wealth, how can I have the nerve to take advantage of you?"

Jingyuan believed it to be true and shook her head: "Greed is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant. I advise people not to be greedy. Don't tempt me with copper coins in the future."

"Okay then, I'll hold the line for you first. If it doesn't work, just say something."

"It's a joke. I've been subduing demons for many years, and there's never been a time when I couldn't do it." Jingyuan sneered. When he debuted, Liao Wenjie was still wearing crotchless pants!

While the two were talking, the corridor door popped open with a bang, and a dark wind hit them, covering the entire rooftop in an instant.

Liao Wenjie nodded with his fingertips and opened his yin and yang eyes. In the gray mist, he saw a mass of black shadows drifting out of the corridor, as if there was a market in the underworld. The number was unbelievable.

"Master Jingyuan, tonight is not the Ghost Festival. The number of ghosts seems to be a bit excessive."

"Most of them are wandering ghosts. When I catch them all, I will find out why they got together to cause trouble."

Jingyuan stepped forward with a Zen staff in hand. The golden Zen staff glowed with golden light and drove away the ghosts. At the same time, he waved his monk's robe and cassock, and the wind roared in his palm, knocking each ghost to the ground.

Liao Wenjie saw clearly that after Jing Yuan's slap fell, the ghost fell limply as if drunk, dying and ready to be slaughtered.

"I can't even stand it, but I dare to imitate others and come out to cause trouble..."