Ball Ball Cultivation

Chapter 295 Modern Mountain God 39

Director Li: "You guys deal with the ghosts. Captain Han, the most important thing for us is to find Xia Yu and the person behind Xia Yu."

Captain Han: "Okay, I'll immediately split up the team and conduct a secret investigation."

Qiuqiu: "It's best to block the signal here. Their influence is very wide. We suspect that the mastermind behind the collection of ghosts is also related to these people."

Captain Han: "Okay, we have experts in this area."

After a morning of negotiations, a complete plan has been finalized. Qiuqiu's task is at night, and he will be a photographer on tour during the day.

Qiuqiu carried a camera weighing more than ten pounds and went around to collect folk songs. He found that although the villagers here were poor, they were simple and honest.

Sitting under the big locust tree in the village, holding the local scented tea brewed by a fellow villager, facing Grandpa Tian with his wrinkled face: "The air here is much better than in the city. Grandpa, you are almost 90 years old, but your ears and eyes are not deaf or blurry, and you can still go to the fields to pick peanuts."

Grandpa Tian waved his hand and said, "Not anymore in recent years. In the past few years, I could still carry a load of water."

"Your water is very sweet, and it quenches my thirst even more when paired with this flower tea."

"Well, then drink more, and I'll get it for you when I get home."

"I'm almost done with this one. My assistant followed me around to get the equipment and reflect the light without touching a drop of water. Can I go to your house to drink some water?"

"Okay, I'll go back and ask him about it. You guys take a break here."

"Where you are needed, we will go with you and buy some dry food."

Grandpa Tian smiled proudly after hearing this and pointed at the sausages inside the fence: "My daughter-in-law made those for my grandson. He's about your age and has gone to university and left this little mountain village. I'll ask if they'll sell them to you."

"Excuse me, Grandpa Tian. I heard that the sausages made by raising your own pigs are delicious and nutritious!"

Grandpa Tian was delighted by the flattery and took Qiuqiu and Wen Yuan into a fairly spacious stone house, where a woman in her sixties was peeling peanuts.

"Second brother, these two city kids want to buy some of your sausages. If you have extra, sell them. If not, give some water to that young man. He looks so pitiful. He hasn't had any water all day. He looks pale, even worse than an old man like me."

"Dad, sit down and take a rest." He stood up to pour water and make tea. After sitting down, he explained, "I made this for my youngest son. How much do you want?"

Qiuqiu noticed her reluctance and quickly explained, "Auntie, we just don't have any extra dry food. We only have three days of field research left. If we can spare eight or ten pounds, it wouldn't be too much, and three or five pounds wouldn't be too little. I heard that my cooking is delicious."

"I'm not bragging, the sausages I make are the best in the area," he said while raising his thumb.

"My son and his leaders all love to eat it." Qiuqiu flattered again.

The old lady was still worried. "You two can rest here for a while. I'll weigh five pounds of rice for you and steam it for you. It should be enough for you two to eat for two days."

"Thank you, ma'am."

Grandpa Tian consciously went to light the fire, and Aunt Tian was busy inside and outside.

Qiuqiu took the opportunity to go to the toilet and entered a remote stone house. Here, Qiuqiu's mental power exploration was blocked twice. This was why they targeted this house.

The narrow stone house was tidy and clean. On the table in the middle was a half-meter-high statue. Although the sculpture was roughly carved, it still had its charm. Below it were a few slices of bacon, two apples, and three snacks. Next to it were some incense sticks and candles.

The statue looked increasingly blurry as Qiuqiu carefully discerned its appearance. Hearing the noises coming from Auntie Tian outside, he quickly ran out, pretending to have just come out of the restroom.

In the afternoon, Qiuqiu reunited with the others who had gone out to investigate. After explaining his findings, they made a simple change to their plans for the evening. The good news was that the captain had already located the criminal gang and would arrest them when the time was right.

As the meeting was about to end, Wen Yuan broke his silence and suddenly spoke out, "That wild god we're enshrined in the temple might be our greatest enemy. With incense as a reserve of power, the ability of this wild god is difficult to estimate."

As the former mountain god, he knew the benefits of incense offerings. It was like having a powerful reserve battery. One could defeat ten or a hundred people at once, relying on the energy accumulated over hundreds of years.

These villagers were very xenophobic when it came to worshipping statues of gods. Qiuqiu tried to talk to the old man and the old lady for a long time but they didn't say a word. Even if Wen Yuan had the ability to read minds, he couldn't get much useful information. He only knew that the worship had started from their ancestors.

Grandpa Tian knew more, but he only knew that it was the patron saint he worshipped when he was young, protecting the villagers here and leaving behind their last bloodline.

As night fell, Qiuqiu became more and more uneasy. The last sunset glow in the sky was swallowed by darkness, and white mist slowly rose outside the village.

Wen Yuan: "Follow me, it's dangerous here."

Qiuqiu: "I feel uneasy too, like something big is about to happen."

The Taoist nun next to her said: "You are still young. In addition to us old guys, the younger generations from various families have also come to this operation. They should be able to help a lot."

Qiuqiu silently chanted the Heart Clearing Mantra to calm his mind, while also listening to Director Li arranging various work details.

When the meeting was about to end, the small gourd in Qiuqiu's inner pocket trembled slightly.

Something that had been ignored was finally remembered. "Director Li, the ghost sealed in the gourd just trembled. I sealed it with a talisman. Now that the sealed ghost can be awakened, it means that the owner of this ghost is less than a kilometer away from us."

Director Li immediately took it seriously: "Master Dongyuan, please calculate the approximate location of the little ghost's master and see if these people are in the same group."

The Taoist nun, who knew a lot about the reincarnation of dead souls, explained, "While the Taoist sect is quite obsessed with reincarnation, they will not collude with outsiders to devour souls."

This also explains that although this special group is not directly under the jurisdiction of the state, they will never do anything to harm the country, and everyone else nodded in agreement.

Master Dongyuan was a short, thin, withered old man. Upon hearing Director Li's order, he took out three copper coins and started to tell fortunes. Qiuqiu immediately stopped him: "There's no need for fortune-telling. We can just let the little ghost take us to find his master."

Master Dongyuan immediately became interested: "How to command? This little devil only listens to the master's command."

Qiuqiu: "If he doesn't listen, I'll beat him until he listens."

Everyone's mouths twitched involuntarily. The only female elder, the Taoist nun, stepped forward and pulled Qiuqiu, signaling her, a newbie who only knew how to draw talismans, not to speak such unprofessional words.

Monks raise little ghosts, which are called ghost servants. If they seriously disobey their master's wishes, their souls will be torn apart, and beating them will definitely not work.