Chapter 386 People’s physiques are not the same

Chapter 386 People’s physiques are not the same

After saying that, seeing Gigi's expression of sorrow rather than despair, Liao Wenjie rolled his eyes and said unhappily: "Sister, what kind of expression do you have? Not to mention that nothing happened, even if it did, you earned it just by looking at my face. "

"Is it really nothing?"

"No, I said I didn't like the hotel, so you took me home."

"..."

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, let's get down to business!"

Liao Wenjie glanced at the direction of the door and raised his brows: "To be fair, your ex-boyfriend really loves you, but it's a pity that the emotions are so intense that he has a mental state problem after thinking about it day and night."

"..."

"But you don't have to worry. I've scared him away. He will subconsciously avoid memories of you for a long time in the future." Liao Wenjie said, "If you think it's inappropriate, you can let him appear on your case list. , anyway, he is really mentally a little out of sorts.”

"Is this what you're talking about?"

"No, I was afraid that the topic would change too quickly and you wouldn't be able to accept it for a while, so I made a special transition."

"Thank you so much, I got into the mood right away!"

Gigi rolled her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and said slowly: "You are not a policeman. Who are you, and why are you following me?"

"Hong Kong Island Police, I guarantee it is true."

Liao Wenjie showed his police officer ID card and then said: "I am not an ordinary police officer. I belong to a special department. The cases I handle will never be accessible to ordinary people, except for the victims."

Gigi immediately became vigilant after hearing this. She was not an idiot. Thinking of the Thatched Cottage layman who was taken away by Liao Wenjie, she probably understood something: "Thatched Cottage, he is not a patient, nor is he a criminal. The stories he told are all true, right? ?”

"Yes, everything the Thatched Cottage Master said is true. He is indeed a Taoist priest. When he was subduing demons, he accidentally entered the time and space tunnel, traveled through hundreds of years, and came to our era."

Liao Wenjie said seriously: "The girl Shi Shi in the story and the enchantress whose soul turned into after death are your previous lives. This is also the reason why Cao Lu admitted the wrong person. Not only do you look exactly the same, but you are also exactly the same on the inside."

"Even so, it was a lifetime ago! I don't remember anything, and it's useless for you to find me. I can't help you catch the Ghost King." Gigi shook her head repeatedly. Ordinary people refuse to be exposed to new things that are life-threatening.

"You misunderstood. I came to you to protect you, not to use you as bait."

Liao Wenjie shrugged and leaned on the sofa: "The Ghost King is extremely obsessed with you. You escaped in his last life, and he will never let it go in this life. Sooner or later, he will find you and turn you into a witch who is devoted to him."

Gigi sighed helplessly: "What's the difference between this kind of protection and using me as bait..."

"The bait is life-threatening, you are not, it's that simple."

Liao Wenjie took out his cell phone and called Leon and asked him to bring the thatched cottage. As soon as he answered the call, Leon's cheering voice came from the other side. He successfully challenged one liter of milk at a time and drank it without breathing through his nostrils. After that, his physique really got stronger.

"MMP, let me tell you!"

Liao Wenjie was speechless and cut off the phone. Human beings have different physiques. This is true.

If anyone else had drank so much milk, he would have been on his way to the hospital, but Leon would have told him that drinking milk would make him stronger, and he would have dared to become stronger.

After a while, the Thatched Cottage layman opened the door alone and said something to Leon. After tasting the sweetness, he lost interest in the Fuso Ghost King and went to find his girlfriends to study his physique.

Liao Wenjie nodded, understood. Leon drank too much milk tonight, so he had to let his girlfriends drink more.

…

A night of silence.

The next day, Gigi called the hospital, claiming to be ill and taking three days off.

Liao Wenjie stood by the window and called his girlfriends one by one to confirm the date one by one. His shameless behavior made Gigi grit her teeth. She didn't know who Liao Wenjie's girlfriends were, otherwise she would have reported them one by one.

"Sir Liao, you said the Ghost King will come to me soon. How long will it take?"

"It's hard to say, the Ghost King seems to be in a little trouble."

Liao Wenjie frowned and looked at the thatched cottage layman: "While it's still daytime, the Ghost King won't come and go, and you have nothing to do. Let's find your two disciples first."

Thatched cottage nodded repeatedly. This was what he was waiting for. He stood by the window, took out a piece of yellow paper from his sleeve, drew in the air with his mind power, folded it into the shape of a paper crane, and let it fly into the air.

Gigi came over full of curiosity and opened her mouth wide in surprise when she saw the paper crane flying into the air and turning into a white dove.

Looking at Cao Lu's appearance and catchphrase, you can tell that what he performs is not magic, but Taoism.

Liao Wenjie looked familiar. This technique was similar to the person-finding technique taught by Zhong Fabai. There were some differences. For example, the breath was not determined through a medium when performing the technique. This step was also omitted because the master and disciple were connected.

As for paper cranes turning into white doves, if you learn how to do so, you will never die of hunger...

That’s outrageous!

Breaking a mountain with one punch is more shocking than creating a life out of thin air, while the latter is infinitely more difficult.

Liao Wenjie didn't think that thatched cottage had such ability, so he said bluntly: "Businessman, what happened to the white pigeon just now? Is it a pet you kept?"

"Well, it's a homing pigeon I raised in captivity, sealed in a yellow talisman, to communicate with my apprentice. Soon it will find Xiaohui and bring him back to his location." Caolu stroked his beard, feeling this Be careful.

Time flies and it’s afternoon.

The three people in the room stared at each other, and the grass house was red-faced. They muttered that the carrier pigeons had been kept in captivity for many years and there was no chance of them missing. There must be something wrong somewhere.

Liao Wenjie rolled his eyes: "Don't wait, let's release another dove, we will follow all the way, and we will understand the reason."

"There are no pigeons. I only have one, but there are as many origami cranes as I want."

With his face burning red, Caolu hurriedly stood by the window and cast a spell to fly the paper crane made of yellow paper into the air.

Rumble————

Thunder struck, and showers fell from the gloomy sky. The paper crane fluttered twice in the rain and fell to the first floor with a whoosh.

Liao Wenjie was about to chase after him, but his eyes widened when he looked at it: "Father, I have seen many paper cranes. I dare not say that they are invulnerable to weapons, water and fire, but this is the first time I have seen such a fragile one."

"I'm not afraid of your ridicule. My spell needs to be protected from water. As soon as it touches water, it will lose all its power." Caolu felt deeply ashamed. Looking at the rainy sky, he felt that God was targeting him.

"Then you still dare to go find the Fuso Ghost King alone. There will be showers from time to time in the next few days." Liao Wenjie complained. He had known that the thatched cottage was unreliable, so he just asked the crow to follow the carrier pigeon to find out.

…

Before nightfall, Liao Wenjie cooked three bowls of noodles in the kitchen. While eating, he murmured that Caolu Bai had a face similar to that of Uncle Jiu, and he was not reliable at all in doing things.

Just as he was talking, a ray of remnant soul entered the room, and Cao Lu exchanged a few words with it, and his face immediately became full of black lines.

"What's wrong?"

"The carrier pigeon was eaten by my second apprentice Ma Shangfeng, so it failed to fly back."

"No way, it's windy now, but you still have the energy to eat?"

Liao Wenjie gave a thumbs up. Although the Thatched Cottage was unreliable, it coincided with Uncle Jiu's point that recruiting disciples would be a trap, as if it was a curse that came with this face.

"Your Excellency, you have misunderstood. My second apprentice's surname is Ma, and his name is Shangfeng. It is Ma Shangfeng, not Ma Feng." Caolu raised his hand to dip his hands in water and wrote his apprentice's name on the table.

"..."x2

"Okay, as long as he's happy."

Liao Wenjie shook his head: "Eat the noodles quickly and go find them after eating. The homing pigeon should have told you the address... What kind of expression are you looking at? Don't say that the homing pigeon came back to see you just to ask you to help it avenge its death." hatred."

Thatched Cottage hesitated, raising his hands to cover his burning face with his sleeves.

Now let alone Liao Wenjie, even Gigi could see that the three masters and apprentices in Caolu were not very reliable.

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A paper crane flew in from the window like a chicken, fell straight into the noodle bowl of the thatched cottage, waved its wings like a flashback, and then stopped moving.

"..."x2

Liao Wenjie and Gigi looked up at the thatched cottage. The latter had a face like a red date and an eyebrow as if he was lying. He picked up the paper crane and opened it.

"Great, Xiaohui sent word that they are at the Lord's house."

Caolu slammed the table and uttered a surprise. He found that Liao Wenjie and Gigi both looked confused and couldn't help but ask: "Two of you, you are locals. Dare you ask where the 'House of the Lord' is?"

“I don’t know the House of the Lord, I only know the ‘House of the Lord’.”

Liao Wenjie complained, raised his hand and pointed to the sky: "There is a god named 'Lord' in foreign countries. His status... you can refer to Buddha. Buddha lived in the Western Paradise, and the place where the Lord lives is called heaven."

"What's the meaning?"

"It means if I kill you now, you have a certain chance of going to heaven." Liao Wenjie said angrily.

"You can't say that. As far as I know, 'House of the Lord' should mean the church. Layman, your two disciples should be there."

…

There are many large and small churches on Hong Kong Island. The three of them followed the direction in which the paper crane flew, circled several targets on the map, and drove to search for them one by one.

I was very lucky. When I found the second church, I could smell the scent of my own pigeon in the air, and it was still fragrant.

After silently observing three seconds of silence for his carrier pigeon, Cao Lu angrily walked into the church, looking for the two apprentices.

The church staff on duty stopped Cao Lu and learned that Xiaohui and Ma Shangfeng were Cao Lu's apprentices, and scolded him. It turned out that during the day, Ma Shangfeng caught the carrier pigeon and burned the books in the church to make roast pigeon. He was caught on the spot and kicked out of the church.

Cao Lu was almost so angry that he walked over, but Liao Wenjie was not the same. Under Gigi's trembling gaze, he glanced at the staff. The latter acted as if they were possessed by a demon. He obeyed and opened the door and let the three of them into the church.

"Sir, is there anything wrong with this church?"

"It didn't happen before, but it will happen when you come."

Liao Wenjie looked at the cross in the center of the church and said to himself: "No wonder I can't figure out where the Fuso Ghost King is. It turns out that he is really sealed. He is lucky. This is the age of the end of the Dharma. No matter whether it is in the east or the west, it is not as good as dealing with demons and ghosts." It used to be so smooth…”