Back hall.

Unlike the messy grocery store in front, this place is exceptionally clean, especially the table dedicated to the ancestors. The incense candles are still burning, the tributes are fresh, and there is no visible trace of dust on the table.

As for Zhong Daochang's ancestor, he was a middle-aged man with a purple face and a big beard.

Looking at this portrait, Jin McGee subconsciously blurted out: "Zhong Kui?"

Indeed, it’s not surprising that Jin McGee said so. Meng Fan also felt that this Patriarch looked very much like Zhong Kui——

A leopard has a ringed head and eyes, an iron face and a beard.

However, there is a strange thing about this person's appearance, that is, he wears a golden ring in one ear, which is similar in shape to an earring, but is several times larger than an ordinary earring.

"Zhong Kui is Zhong Kui, and the Patriarch is the Patriarch."

As Daochang Zhong spoke, he bowed to the portrait on the wall and spoke plausibly:

"My disciple may be in danger during this trip. Please protect me, Master."

It turns out that Taoist priests in Hong Kong generally call their ancestors "master" and "godfather", not just the teacher who taught them their skills.

This scene also reminded Meng Fan of the sentence that Daochang Zhong shouted before his death in the original play:

Master, save me!

Unfortunately, at that time, one of his arms had been torn off by the Ghost King, and his body was also controlled. He could neither perform magic formulas nor come to the altar table. The Patriarch could not get up at all...

Tragedy must be avoided!

While Meng Fan reaffirmed his belief, Zhong Fabai greeted, "Come over quickly and help me pack up the magical artifacts."

"yes."

Being able to help the Taoist priest shows that he no longer regards himself as an outsider.

Meng Fan was very happy about this.

He felt that since he traveled to a world where demons and Taoist priests existed, he must find a way to learn some tricks to protect himself in the future.

Of course, now is not the perfect opportunity to speak up. After all, becoming a master is a very serious matter. When we first meet, asking someone to do things without saying anything, and then asking to become a master would be a bit of a slap in the face, and it is too much.

Too insincere.

Don't be in a hurry, figure it out slowly...

Behind the two of them, Jin McKigan stood still, looking quite helpless.

To be honest, he already believed that the Taoist priest who opened a grocery store in front of him had magical power, and he also believed what Master Huiqing said -

How much time did Chief Meng have to have to make such a big noise to tease himself?

First, he went to the police weapons department to steal a gun, and then he went to the wilderness, with some unpredictable things happening along the way.

Thinking of this, Jin McGee became cheeky, came over with a smile, and said:

"Master Zhong, I'm here to help you too."

"Um."

Zhong Fabai handed a whip to Meng Fan, then pointed to the table and said to Jin McGee:

"Have you brought a car? Bring it with you. If necessary, I may have to set up an altar on the spot to perform rituals."

"I brought it with me. It's a pickup truck. In addition to seating four people, there's a lot of space in the back."

Meng Fan replied.

"Then let him move there."

Two sets of eyes fell on Kim McGee.

One is a Taoist priest and the other is a police sergeant.

Even if he didn't want to do anything in his heart, he could only endure it. Therefore, without any nonsense, Kim McGee directly picked up the table and walked outside.

"Boy, hold this whip for self-defense. I'm a little uneasy."

Daochang Zhong's tone was dry, but he was actually concerned about Meng Fan. Perhaps his attitude seemed more sincere than that of Kim McGee.

"The yang energy is strong at noon, so there shouldn't be any danger, right?" Meng Fan looked at the whip in his hand with a wooden handle engraved with snake-head patterns, and was both moved and worried at the same time.

"I don't know." Zhong Fabai shook his head and sighed, "I hope it's my illusion."

After saying this, the Taoist priest, who had not caught ghosts for a long time, became confident again, as if the worries he had just had never appeared.

"There are Dharma flags and tokens over there that have been folded. You put them in the yellow cloth, pack them up and carry them behind your back."

"I went to dig through the debris in the backyard to see how many peachwood swords were still intact. I haven't used them in so many years, so I don't know if they are rusty or not."

With that said, he put on the yellow Taoist robe, turned around and walked towards the yard.

Being able to invite Daochang Zhong this time was not unexpected, but Meng Fan was still moved because the success of this trip was related to his own life and safety.

What's more, just like Master Huiqing, the Taoist priest also presented a magical weapon:

A whip.

The wooden handle with a snake head pattern is engraved with Bagua diagrams, smeared with cinnabar, and connected with a hemp rope underneath, which seems to be used to whip demons.

In addition, yellow triangular flags, tokens, swords, bells, and other tools for performing rituals are all included in the package.

"Alas, I haven't used it for a long time, and most of the mahogany sword is rotten."

At this time, Daochang Zhong walked back helplessly, with a tone full of regret: "When I was slaying demons in the past, I collected a lot of lightning-struck wood, on which I carved the Big Dipper. I received the protection of the star king in the sky and killed the ghosts that have lasted for hundreds of years.

It’s like chopping melons and vegetables.”

"Nowadays, there are only two common peach wood swords left. Things are really unpredictable. I had known that there would be such a day..."

"Hoo~"

Suddenly, Jin McGee, who was sweating profusely, came back and said breathlessly: "Taoist Master, Brother Fan, the altar table has been moved up."

"Here, take this to defend yourself."

Zhong Fabai gently tapped the hilt of the sword, and a slightly ancient mahogany sword flew out, landing impartially in Jin McGee's hand.

Although it is a small show of skill, this method is indeed extraordinary.

Kim McGee has been silenced.

"Thank you, Taoist Master. Thank you, Taoist Master."

After he reacted, he immediately thanked him.

The police station where I go to work every day is actually haunted...

No matter who knew about this, I would be heartbroken.

Now that he has the Taoist priest's help and a magical weapon with him, Jin McGee feels that he is so strong that he can't wait to find a ghost to practice his skills on the spot.

"Let's go."

Zhong Fabai wears a miter on his head, carries a mahogany sword behind his back, and wears a yellow robe, which gives people a great sense of security.

…

In pickup truck.

Kim McGee was sitting in the back row with a mahogany sword on his back, and in the woven bag next to him were two Microflush and two Remington shotguns, which were already the most powerful weapons in the police station.

Only the Flying Tigers or other special forces are qualified to assemble rocket launchers and large-caliber rifles.

"Tell me what's going on in your police station. It stands to reason that a place like this is suppressed by the government and has a strong evil spirit. Ordinary ghosts and monsters would not dare to approach it. Even during the Ghost Festival, the gates of hell are opened and the Yin Qi between heaven and earth reaches to

peak."

The Taoist priest looked solemn.

Beside him, Meng Fan answered while driving:

"The police station used to be the Imperial Army Club, which was renovated from the old site. The group of executioners stained with blood, after hearing that Japan had surrendered unconditionally, committed suicide by disembowelment in the basement..."

"No wonder." Knowing the reason, Zhong Fa's face turned pale and he murmured: "They were originally a group of inhumane Japanese beasts. The Yin Qi was extremely strong that day at the Gate of Hell, which is a sign of great misfortune."
Chapter completed!