spirit walker

Chapter 402 Information
Zhang Yuanqing stole two bottles of good wine from Fu Qingyang's cabinet, a piece of high-end ham from the kitchen, and a box of premium Cuban cigars from Lingjun's room.

——The last time I stole Fu Qingyang's cigars, it was hard to catch Mr. Qian and keep squeezing them.

Returning to his villa, he asked the queen for the car key and set off alone.

What he will do next is not suitable for leading teammates, even Guan Ya.

Zhang Yuanqing's hometown is in the countryside on the outskirts of Songfu. At that time, Songhai City had not yet become the financial capital of the country, a super first-class metropolis.

The pride of Songfu people is still there. When referring to Songhai next door, they habitually raised their chins and said:
Back then, Songhai was a small fishing village, and the birds didn't shit, it belonged to the countryside in our Songfu area.

Now Songfu is just a district of Songhai, and it is far away from the bustling area.

Zhang Yuanqing drove a white car through the bustling streets, turned into the elevated outer ring road, left the urban area after half an hour, and entered the Sheling Tunnel.

Different from the Sheling Tunnel in the Spirit Realm, the real Sheling Tunnel has a clean and smooth asphalt road, and the xenon lamps on the top of the tunnel are white and bright.

The traffic coming and going passes through it, without the slightest horror and weird atmosphere.

In the slight noise of the wheels running over the asphalt road, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but think of the fear and anxiety he felt when he first entered the spiritual realm, and he was a little emotional for a while.

Time flies, time flies, and now he has...
"Bah, it's only been four months, and it's not time for me to recall the past." Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart, cut off his scattered thoughts, and concentrated on driving.

After another 10 minutes, he arrived at his father's hometown - Ji'an Village.

Oh no, it's called Ji'an Community now.

Zhang Yuanqing hasn't been here for many years, the countryside in his impression is no longer there, and brand new villas and residential buildings have sprung up.There are shops everywhere on the street, a scene full of flowers and brocades.

He remembered that at that time, everyone's houses were red brick houses facing south, with corridors on each floor. When there was heavy rain in summer, the corridors would be wet by rain.

After his father passed away, his mother took him back to Songhai. Within a few years, Ji'an Village was demolished.

My mother didn't want a house, so she replaced it all with compensation, and with the savings from working in the past few years, she bought a large flat in Kangyang District.

Although Zhang Yuanqing did not live the life of the second-generation rent-collecting house, the large flat at home is now worth 4000 million.

While inspecting the unrecognizable village, Zhang Yuanqing recalled his family background. His father, Zhang Zizhen, was the only son in the family. It is said that his grandmother fell ill in the second year after giving birth to him and was unable to have another child.

So the father became an only child, which was very rare at that time.

When the only son was ten years old, when his grandfather was working with the production team, his lung was pierced by a mad cow and died.

Grandma took care of the family by herself, and before her father became an adult, he became ill from overwork and died of illness.

So Zhang Yuanqing has no uncles or aunts.

There were a few brothers and sisters in my grandfather's generation, but they either married far away and cut off contact with each other, or they went abroad due to the turmoil in the past, and they basically stopped contacting each other.

The closest bloodline that Zhang Yuanqing could find was his father's uncle Zhang Zizhen's, that is, his great-grandfather's younger brother.

He parked the car on the side of the road, followed his childhood memories, and returned to the "village" where he lived. He caught a gray-haired, leisurely aunt on the bustling roadside, and asked in Songfu dialect:

"Where does Zhang Guojun live now?"

Aunt "Zhang Guojun" was stunned for several seconds, unable to react for a while, "I don't know him."

"You are from Ji'an Village, how can you not know him, Zhang Guojun, you are from your father's generation." After all, the age is too long, Zhang Yuanqing reminded.

Only then did the aunt realize that there used to be such an elder in the village who looked at the young man in front of him in surprise:

"You looking for him? He has been dead for many years."

"I am his relative, and he is my father's uncle." Zhang Yuanqing explained.

It turned out that it was my own aunt who felt kindly, pointed behind her, and said:
"His son lives in Building 18, 207, 208, and 209 are also their home, but they live in 207, 208, and 209. Hey, his son also died of cancer a few years ago. You have to find his grandson."

After finishing speaking, the aunt tentatively asked, "Who is your father?"

"My father Zhang Zizhen."

The aunt gave an "oh" forcefully, and said in a tone of gnashing her teeth:
"You are Zhang Zizhen's son. Let me think about it. Come to think of it, didn't your mother take you to remarry?"

"I didn't remarry, my mother took me back to my mother's house." Zhang Yuanqing said that although I don't remember, my aunt was in the same village as me back then, so I happened to ask about my father, so she said:
"Do you remember my dad?"

"Who doesn't remember that little liar, he said that he is the reincarnation of Emperor Ziwei, and the fortune tellers in the village are cheating money." The aunt's tone began to gnash her teeth again:
"Back then, they lied to me that my family's geomantic omen is not good and there are evil spirits, that's why my wife's toes hurt. It was because a ghost hugged his feet, and he needed to use his boy's urine for 49 days, and it cost two cents a day. .

"Later, the pain was unbearable. I went to the hospital and found out it was gout. Little Chi, my wife smelled like urine every day. Everyone in the village was cheated by him."

Some people are dead, but they still live in the hearts of others, and every time they think about it, they jump their feet angrily.

It's all in the past, let the past go with the wind. Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly said:
"Auntie, please be busy and don't bother me."

Run away in a hurry.

Returning to the car, he took out the gifts he had collected, and went to the street to buy a bag of fruit and two cigarettes. Zhang Yuanqing found room 18 in Building 207 along the direction pointed by his aunt.

"Ding dong!"

He rang the doorbell.

Suddenly, the anti-theft door opened. Behind the door was a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a slightly fat figure and puffy eyes. He looked at the stranger at the door and asked:
"Who are you looking for?"

Zhang Yuanqing stared at the middle-aged man hard, trying to remember this face from his mind, but he couldn't remember it at all.

"I am Zhang Zizhen's son, Zhang Yuanqing." He declared his identity.

"Zizhen's son" the middle-aged man was obviously taken aback for a moment, and then his face suddenly became excited, surprised and pleasantly surprised, and said:

"Are you this old? Come, come in and sit in the house, come in and sit in the house."

Zhang Yuanqing entered the living room carrying a large bag of presents, sat down on the sofa, and said:

"Uncle, don't pour water, I'll just sit down and leave."

At the same time, I introduced the gifts I brought one by one, such as whiskey worth 10,000+, a limited edition Cohiba worth 5000 yuan, and [-] to [-] pieces of ham
"What are you doing with such an expensive gift? How dare I accept it." The middle-aged man was taken aback when he heard that.

"My mother made some money from real estate speculation. Let me come and visit you. I'm going abroad at the end of the year. From now on, you will take care of my dad's grave. Go and see it during the Ching Ming Festival, so that he won't be lonely."

Zhang Yuanqing lied as soon as he opened his mouth.

The middle-aged man reluctantly accepted it, and said with emotion:
"Going abroad, it's good to go abroad, now rich people want to go abroad, alas, back then your mother took you back to your mother's house, and you went away for more than ten years, and you didn't come back to see it. But there is really nothing to see, Zizhen is here No brothers or sisters."

After some chatting between the two, Zhang Yuanqing realized that the uncle's name was Zhang Zitao, and he was his father's distant cousin.

"I heard from my mother that he stayed in a Taoist temple when he was a child?" Zhang Yuanqing began to inquire about his father's past.

He returned to his hometown this time mainly to inquire about two things, one was the truth about his father's death, and the other was his enemy.

Hearing this, Zhang Zitao fell into memory, nodded and said:

"Yes, I stayed. Life was hard at that time. Uncle left early. Zizhen was weak when he was young. Your grandma was afraid that he would not be able to support him, so she sent him to a Taoist temple. At that time, there was a Taoist temple near the village. I remember it was called Carefree view.

"There are a few Taoist priests who specialize in doing errands for the village, and they are also barefoot doctors."

Carefree view?I seem to know the origin of the name of the "Xiaoyao" organization. Zhang Yuanqing entered the topic and asked:

"My mother said that after my father had a car accident, it was buried by my uncle. Where did he have the accident?"

Since it is impossible for the father to die in a car accident, then there is no such thing as being hit, and there must be no place where the crime occurred.As the mortician, Grand Uncle at least knows how Zhang Zizhen died.

Zhang Zitao shook his head: "I was working outside at the time, so I don't know much about it. I just remember my dad said that grandpa was called by your mother. After he came back, he informed the family to hold a funeral for Zizhen, saying that he had a car accident."

Sure enough, I said that it was impossible to be in a car accident, and the car that could hit and kill the master of the peak, at least it was a doubt in Zhang Yuanqing's heart, a demigod car, was answered.

When he found out that his father had met the animal spirit of the zoo, he suspected that his father hadn't died in a car accident.

In the past few days, the news has been compiled, and when I learned that the Xiaoyao Organization exists, I don't believe it.

Now that the great uncle has passed away, if he wants to know the real cause of his father's death, he has to find his mother who is far away abroad, but if the Palace Master Zhisha is telling the truth, then maybe his mother doesn't know the real cause of his father's death.

It's just that he has a premonition and mental preparation for his death.

"I met an aunt on the way here. He said that my dad used to lie to people in the village? He must have had a lot of enemies. Where did he work before?" Zhang Yuanqing asked Chen Nian in a joking tone.

This is the second purpose of coming here today.

"An enemy? He used to be very good at deceiving people, but it was all when he was a child. Everyone felt pity for his life experience. If he cheated, he was cheated. Just treat him as something to eat. How could he be an enemy?" Zhang Zitao waved his hand and said :
"After he married your mother, he immediately became stable and never lied to anyone again. I don't remember clearly when it comes to work, but he is often not at home, and he can't find anyone every two days. I even persuaded her , said to take care of my daughter-in-law, how can she be alone at home often, your mother was very beautiful when she was young."

My dad is probably busy killing the master every day, right? Zhang Yuanqing asked:
"Did my dad live in the village all the time after he got married? Did he take my mom away?"

He wanted to know if his father had ever escaped to seek refuge, and if so, when did it happen.

Zhang Zitao thought for a while, then shook his head: "It seems not!"

The two chatted for a while, Zhang Yuanqing didn't get any valuable clues, he was a little disappointed, but he didn't want to go back just like that.

Think about it again, think about what to ask, what small details are useful to me, and Uncle Zitao knows it.He is actively using his brain.

Uncle Zitao is an ordinary person, even if his father had enemies, he would not tell him, and when his father died, he was not in the village. The great uncle passed away, and the son of the great uncle also passed away. The previous people have all left, not good check
Zhang Yuanqing sighed inwardly, showing curiosity on his face, and said with a smile:

"What kind of skills did my dad learn in the Taoist temple? Does he really know magic?"

He intends to find out when his father became a spirit walker first. In terms of Zhang Zizhen's character, he has been a magic stick for half of his life, and suddenly one day he became a night wandering god, and he really gained the superpower of catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits. I will definitely prove to everyone that I have real skills.

Loose cultivators have always lacked vigilance in this regard.

Zhang Zitao laughed and said: "He doesn't know any spells, he just does odd jobs in the Taoist temple, practice a few tricks, and then follow the Taoist priests to do trivial things, see a doctor and so on."

Alas, it was a waste of time. Zhang Yuanqing stood up with a face full of disappointment, and said:

"Uncle, then I'll go back first."

Zhang Zitao asked to stay: "Why don't you stay for lunch."

"No, there's still class in the afternoon, so I won't be able to go back after lunch." Zhang Yuanqing refused.

Zhang Zitao didn't insist anymore and sent him out. Before leaving, Zhang Yuanqing thought of another question and said:
"Why didn't my dad inherit Taoism? It's better to be a barefoot doctor and do ordinary things to make a living than to lie."

"It seems that when the feudal superstition was broken, your father had nowhere to go, so he could only bluff in the village." Zhang Zitao said:
"That Taoist temple is a bit of a godsend. He stayed in it for more than a year, and then he yelled every day that he was the descendant of the Xiaoyao Sect, saying that the Xiaoyao Sect was a sect handed down from ancient times. When we played together, he also said that he would Take me as a handyman, and let me give him all the new clothes and shoes as a filial piety.

"Every time he says that, I beat him up."

Handed down from ancient times?Zhang Yuanqing was startled, stopped abruptly, and said anxiously:
"A sect handed down from ancient times? What do you mean, uncle, please explain clearly."

Zhang Zitao didn't understand why his eldest nephew was suddenly anxious, so he laughed and said:

"Who remembers this? It's been decades."

"Uncle, I will go abroad at the end of the year, and I don't know when I will come back. I won't hear about my dad's past in the future. Think again."

Zhang Zitao frowned, thought for a while, and said helplessly:

"He said that he read in the ancient book of Xiaoyaoguan that the end of the world is coming soon. The end of the world has happened once in ancient times, and the Xiaoyao Sect is the sect that survived at that time.

"He also said that if he wants to save the world, if he doesn't want to die, he should give him new clothes and new shoes. That's about it. Something in the book."

No way... Zhang Yuanqing was silent, thinking for a while, and said:

"Uncle, can my dad draw symbols?"

Zhang Zitao nodded, "Aren't Taoist priests just painters?"

"Do you still remember what talisman my dad drew?"

"Can not remember."

".Let's go to the house first."

The two returned to the house. Under Zhang Zitao's blank gaze, Zhang Yuanqing found a ballpoint pen and a piece of white paper in the living room, and drew a corpse-resisting talisman with flying strokes.

A corpse-suppressing talisman with only similar shape but no spiritual power.

Zhang Zitao stared at it for a few seconds, then slapped his thigh:
"Yes, yes, it's this kind of talisman. It's weird. So he taught you."

Huadu, Wanbao House.

A young man in big pants, a black T-shirt, and flip-flops walked into a small shop that had been closed for many years in the eyes of ordinary people.

Wearing a peaked cap and a mask, the young man slowly swept through the messy shop and finally landed at the cash register.

On the soft chair behind the cashier, lay a charming and lazy mature woman, holding a cigar in her hand, with lazy brows and eyes, like a lazy guest playing in the world of mortals.

The young man moved closer and stared at the woman. Under the peaked cap, a pair of dark and crazy eyes were revealed, and said:

"I heard that your place is the largest information collection and distribution center in the South, and has the largest black market, is that all?"

Lian Sanyue raised her eyelids and looked at him: "Buy props, materials, or information."

There was madness hidden in the young man's eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

"I want to buy information, the major branches across the country, the distribution list of Taiyimen Yeyoushen."

Lian Sanyue said:
"I have a rule that I don't sell information that is not good for the government. This is the basis for the business of the shop. But you can go to the black market and find someone to trade by yourself. Do you have any cards in hand?"

"no!"

"One hundred thousand yuan."

"No money."

"Go away if you don't have any money, you lonely ghost."

"It can be seen that I am Duoshe, and I am worthy of being the master." The young man let out a hey, his expression still crazy, like a lunatic who would lose control at any time.

He took out a bead from his pocket and put it on the cash register, "I will pledge it to you, and I will pick it up in three days."

The light of the beads flowed, presenting dreamlike pictures one after another.

Lian Sanyue grabbed the bead, looked at it a few times, and said: "The quality of the saint, the dream bead, the value is about 2000 million, a deal."

She opened the cabinet at the cash register, took out a hand card and crushed it.

The young people's eyes flashed, and the small shop turned into a big market.

Lian Sanyue beckoned a strong man and ordered:
"Give a sign with the distribution list of the Taiyimen Yeyoushen nationwide, and put it at booth number six."

When the strong man stepped back to work, she glanced at the young man, threw him a mask, and said:
"I'm just an intermediary market here, and I'm not responsible for your safety. If you are targeted by an official walker, you'll be fine here. If you go out, you will live or die."

The young man sneered and said:

"Follow me? Wish you could."

Lian Sanyue bit her cigar, twisted her buttocks, and walked away.

The young man immediately sat down at booth No. [-] and waited patiently.

Not long after, a man in a black robe and mask approached and said hoarsely:

"You want a list of the Taiyi Sect's night wandering gods? Taiyi Sect has recently recalled most of the night wandering gods, and there are not many left outside. I happen to have a copy, 500 million, for you."

The young man was silent for a few seconds, and Jie Jie smiled strangely: "How can I trust you."

"The owner of Wanbao House can verify the authenticity."

"Deal!" The young man nodded, his eyes under the mask were full of madness, and said:

"There is no such coincidence in the world. You sent me the list on purpose. You can deduce my itinerary. The people behind you are not simple."

The man in black laughed hoarsely:

"Worthy of being the head teacher of Chunyang, who knows every detail!"

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Ps: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.

(End of this chapter)