I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 32 Weapons against Humanity

The man who was making porridge said helplessly: "This is how we eat here. Giving it to you casually is breaking the rules."

Chen Qingyuan's eyes lit up and he said, "That's it. This is our first time here and we still need some time to adapt. I believe that if His Holiness knew, he would understand us..."

The porridge man looked around and saw the long-haired man. They exchanged glances. He took out a bag of pickled mustard tuber from the bottom drawer and handed it to Chen Qingyuan, saying, "This is the last bag."

Chen Qingyuan came back with the porridge. When he was almost at his seat, he casually placed the bowl on the table of a few outsiders who had come in later. Then he squatted down and brushed off the dust on his trouser legs. When he stood up, he sneezed, and those people turned their heads away in fear. He quickly bowed his head and apologized, stretched out his hand and gently pushed his bowl away, but took away the other bowl...

He came back and sat down, smelling the porridge in the bowl, and sure enough, the faint grassy smell was gone.

He Ma had been paying attention to Chen Qingyuan's actions. Seeing such a smooth and deceptive move, she could hardly describe her feelings. She could only say one word: awesome!

Chen Qingyuan drank the porridge in the bowl in big gulps and said in a low voice: "I gave your porridge to the middle-aged man in the shirt. Just wait and see if there are any problems..."

The porridge is enough and the rice is filling.

In the afternoon, a sound similar to that of a school bell was heard on the second floor of Xinxinlingshe.

Chen Qingyuan and He Ma were also invited up. There were more than fifty people sitting there. More than forty of them were wearing the same plain clothes and sitting barefoot on the ground. The remaining few were wearing normal clothes. It seemed that they were also poor people who came here spontaneously to find spiritual sustenance like them.

In this lecture hall, there is a huge picture frame hanging on the wall. In it is a grinning man. The man is sitting on the stairs at the moment. He looks to be in his fifties, thin, and his face is the same as the one in the picture frame, always smiling...

This man is the Venerable.

Next to the Venerable sat a woman who looked about 30 years old, also in plain clothes, holding a guitar in her arms, like a human BGM, her slender fingers plucked the strings, and she spontaneously began to sing: "Life is a journey, how many tears are needed to complete it, I can look forward to the distant sky, flying together with the new person, life is a journey..."

Her voice was soft and there was indeed something relaxing about it.

The Venerable glanced at everyone present, and then said, "It seems that today our Xinxinlingshe family has welcomed several new family members and friends again. Before I start today's topic, why don't you listen to the stories of the new family members first?"

The newcomers were a little restrained, but with the first opening, the people who came after them began to tell stories more and more fluently...

Soon it was He's mother's turn. She stood up and said, "I...I...have cardiovascular disease. The doctor prescribed me medicine for a long time and it cost a lot of money...I am under a lot of pressure."

She kept repeating herself, which made people feel anxious, but it made her seem more real.

The Venerable made a gesture to calm down and said: "Whether it is illness or other things, they are all external disasters that befall you. You just need to calm down and let go of all worldly things, money, materials, and let go of them all. You will feel extremely relaxed, and the disease will disappear by itself..."

At this moment, the middle-aged man sitting in front of Chen Qingyuan's left face changed, opened his mouth and spit out a pool of black water... and then fell straight down.

He Ma's face suddenly turned ugly!

Didn't this man eat her bowl of porridge? If Chen Qingyuan hadn't switched the porridge, she would be the one vomiting now...

The black water spread on the ground and the scene became a little noisy.

The believers who were closer to the Venerable were stunned. The long-haired man glanced at He Ma, puzzled. Why did the man vomit when he had given the woman porridge? But he didn't have time to think too much. He hurriedly moved the man to a stretcher and sent him for "rescue"... Chen Qingyuan also looked "confused" and had already blacklisted this church in his mind.

At this moment, He Ma lowered her head and said, "Look at the corner to the right of the woman playing the guitar. There is a woman wearing gauze on her head. Doesn't she look a bit like Wang Yufan?"

Chen Qingyuan looked over there. Wow, there was a standing clock, and in the corner was a woman kneeling with a gauze on her head. She was dressed exactly the same as Wang Shuya in the Yin Temple! The woman was missing three fingers on her left hand, and the broken parts seemed to have been cut by a sharp weapon...

It turned out to be Wang Yufan. There must be some kind of mutual attraction between cults. She left the Yin Temple cult and sneaked in here...

Chen Qingyuan reached into his pocket and tightly grasped the small bottle containing 100 ml of Ah Dai's ghost hand blood. This thing is a powerful weapon, and he has to find a way to feed it to Wang Yufan!
We still need to hurry up.

Even if anticoagulants are added, it is not suitable to keep the blood for a long time.

In the following time, the venerable monk kept telling various stories about disasters caused by desire with a smile on his face, and everyone was fascinated and applauded from time to time.

Time for the meeting to adjourn.

Wang Yufan followed the Venerable and the woman playing the piano and took another path.

Chen Qingyuan and He Ma walked out of the house, and the fresh air outside refreshed them.

Mother He said with lingering fear: "Qingyuan, your intuition is too sharp. I didn't expect that after practicing Taoism for many years, I would fall into someone's trap so easily. If I came here alone, I can't imagine the consequences."

Chen Qingyuan smiled and said, "People have many tricks in their hearts, so it's normal to fall down."

He Ma looked back at the new spiritual house. She was not afraid of facing ghosts and monsters. She could just chant spells and hold swords to kill them. But facing a group of twisted cultists was really scary...

She didn't really want to enter this house again. The people inside were clearly still alive, but they were like puppets.

Chen Qingyuan saw that He Ma's face had turned blue, and said, "Although human hearts are scary, we cannot retreat. Dragon's lair and tiger's den are all the same. The reason we are afraid is that we don't have enough firepower..."

He Ma: "Not enough firepower? We brought a lot of stuff this time. Ah Dai's ghost hand blood is our trump card."

Chen Qingyuan smiled, and made a pistol gesture with his right thumb and index finger. He said with a bang, "We have weapons to deal with ghosts, but we still lack weapons to deal with evil humans."

The underworld exorcism methods used against Yin temples may not be very effective here.

Although this venerable was smiling when he spoke, there was always a hint of hostility in his eyes. Several so-called disciples were sitting in a semi-defensive structure on both sides. They might have been gangsters who had committed crimes and transformed. They could have gotten to such a moral level without someone supporting them. Chen Qingyuan was the first one who didn't believe it...

He Ma was startled, followed Chen Qingyuan and walked a little further away, and said carefully: "You want a pistol? They are obviously obsessed with it and are as close as a block. If a conflict breaks out, will they kill everyone?"

Chen Qingyuan chuckled and said, "Let's take a look at their operations first, and then decide whether to kill them or not. The most urgent thing is that we must have weapons in our hands that can protect ourselves. Whether we use them or not is one thing, and whether we have them or not is another."

(End of this chapter)