"Patron, can your spear kill ghosts?”
Li Xiushan came over and reached out to touch the gun.
"Hey! Don't touch it, it's a treasure!"
Fatty Wang hurriedly put the gun back to his waist.
Upon closer inspection, one would discover that the surface of the revolver was engraved with mysterious Daoist inscriptions, exuding a mysterious and majestic aura.
Not only the gun, but even the bullets were engraved with runes.
It was because of this that firearms, which were supposed to only deal physical damage, could cause effective damage to demons and ghosts.
As for why such a powerful weapon was not distributed to all the Bureau of Spiritual Investigation, it was simply because it was precious!
It was said that these weapons were personally carved by a rune master in the headquarters. They were not mass-produced like the batons, so there were not many of them.
Only the sub-bureau and headquarters of a state capital like Tian Hai City would have one, and not everyone had one.
Usually, only old members or people who had made contributions could equip them.
After dealing with the malicious ghost, Fatty Wang turned around and said,"Alright, monk, you're safe now. Go back!
There are no temples in Tianhai City. Are you from another city?”
"The monk came from Jiangcheng," Li Xiushan said with a smile.”
"Jiangcheng?"
Fatty Wang seemed to have thought of something. Although he felt that it was impossible, he still asked,"What is your Dharma name?"
"My Buddhist name is Daoji."
Daoji?
Fatty Wang widened his eyes.
Wasn't this the holy monk's Dharma name that the bureau had instructed?
This monk was a saint monk?
Fatty Wang sized up Li Xiushan from head to toe. His entire body was dirty, and he emitted a stench. He was biting a chicken drumstick in his mouth, and there was a wine gourd hanging from his waist.
After all, there was still the old saying,"You can't judge a book by its cover."
Most importantly, this monk was chased by ghosts the moment he appeared!
How could a saint monk with profound Dharma be chased by a level-seven ghost?
It was not realistic!
While he was still puzzled, Mu Qingxue had already finished her call in the car. She got out and whispered,"I have already confirmed with the bureau that this is the holy monk we are going to pick up.”
"What?"
No matter how Fatty Wang looked at it, he felt that Li Xiushan's appearance was not even close to the word 'Holy Monk'!
However, he was a tactful person and quickly adjusted his state. He squeezed out a smile and said,"So it's the Daoji Holy Monk!
It was really easy to find it!
The two of us were ordered by the director to come and pick you up!”
"Are you here to pick me up?"
"I'm sorry!" Li Xiushan said with a smile.”
"You're being too polite.”
Fatty Wang invited Li Xiushan into the jeep. The latter was polite, but he immediately lay down as soon as he got into the car. He even wiped the oil on his hands on the seat.
"This is a new cushion!"
Fatty Wang wanted to cry but had no tears. He said,"Holy Monk, you just arrived in Tianhai City today. What would you like to eat? The director asked me to welcome you!"
"Roasted pork trotters."
Li Xiushan wiped his saliva and said,"I've been craving Tianhai roasted pork trotters for a long time."”
"No problem!"
"Let's go eat roasted pig trotters!" Fatty Wang agreed readily.”
"Wait a minute."
Mu Qingxue said indifferently,"I still have some things to do, so I'll go back first. Fatty, you take care of the holy monk.”
"This female benefactor."
Li Xiushan smiled coldly." Tell your sister not to be sad all the time. She has to be happy in this world!"”
A hint of surprise flashed across Mu Qingxue's cold eyes. She was slightly stunned and said,"Thanks for the reminder."
She then got out of the car and left.
Fatty Wang was equally surprised. He did not expect the monk to be able to see through Mu Qingxue's things.
It seemed that this holy monk was quite capable.
However, this thought disappeared half an hour later.
In the night market, Li Xiushan had pork trotters in one hand and beef kebabs in the other. His entire body was covered in oil as he ate, attracting countless people to watch.
Just as he was enjoying his meal, Fatty Wang received a phone call. After listening to a few sentences, his expression immediately became serious."Okay, I know. I'll be right there.”
"Holy Monk!"
" You might not be able to finish your meal today," he said." I just received a notice that a few of my colleagues encountered some problems while carrying out their mission and need to go over to deal with them."
Why don't we go over first and treat you to a big meal another day?”
"Good, good, good. This monk can go and listen to the show.”
Li Xiushan didn't refuse. Before he left, he stuffed a few freshly roasted pork trotters into his arms.
"Holy monk, I haven't even said anything yet, and you already know it's about the theater?”
Fatty Wang was shocked again, but he still said in detail,"It's like this. There's a century-old theater in Mingyuan District.
However, ten years ago, there was a murder case, and many people died. Ever since then, there were rumors that the theater was haunted and had been abandoned for a long time.
Until recently, there was a big boss who loved to listen to opera. He didn't believe it and bought the theater to renovate it, saying that he wanted to restore its glory.
In the end, not long after the completion and opening of the business, something happened. The opera troupes that were invited died one after another.
The matter was quickly reported to the Bureau of Spiritual Investigation, and they sent people to investigate. In the end, something happened.”
While they were talking, Fatty Wang didn't stop. He drove the jeep all the way and arrived at his destination at the fastest speed.
In front of them was a brand new theater.
On the plaque at the door, the words " Sanping Theater " were written. The door was wide open, and it was dark and silent inside.
Fatty Wang and Li Xiushan walked in one after the other.
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