I have to say that the Chinese have a very strong ability to make stories. Mo Xing kicked the flower bomb and set off a huge firework at a high altitude. In less than half an hour, at least ten versions of explanations appeared on the market.

It was even more because the clouds left in the air after the explosion were similar to the gods worshipped by some people. Many old men and ladies knelt down and chanted words to the sky.

This is said to be the manifestation of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and that is a praise of the omnipotent God. Anyway, I believe that they are all trying to save themselves from the sea of ​​suffering. Even because of this, two groups of people almost fought. As for the loud noise just now, they (they) automatically filtered it.

The merchant with a keen sense of smell...uh, or a liar, took action immediately. Under the intentional incitement of some people, the rumors spread among the crowd at a speed of ten minutes. An hour later, countless spokespersons of gods suddenly appeared on the streets of all sizes, as if the gods had discussed it, and today they opened the gates and released the dogs.

I saw that there was a whisk in the left hand, a Yin-Yang Mirror in the right hand, a Taoist priest who was wearing a Bagua green Qiankun Robe, and called himself the immortal from the Niu Palace in the Ninety-Nine Heaven Wai Tianwai Tiandou Niu Palace. There was a golden Zen Staff in the right hand, a wooden fish the size of a basketball in the left hand, a fat monk wearing a yellow Buddha's clothes hung on his neck.

This monk, who is more than 300 pounds, claims to be the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi 1,38.

Diagonally opposite is a priest who is bearded, gray-haired, with eyes on his nose, wearing a black robe, holding a thick Bible in his hands, preaching God's kindness.

Of course, in addition to the fact that these dresses are quite stunning and obvious at first glance, there are also a group of sneaky mysterious people.

For example, in an alley, a beggar dressed in a tattered and sucked with a big sore on his legs. Don’t be so inconspicuous, he is the 38th generation descendant of the Plague Lord.

The man in black who deliberately hid in the shadow of the obvious corner, his face hid in his cloak, and he told everyone that he was the messenger of Satan from Hell.

In short, whether it is a famous sect or a demon or a monster, these spokespersons and disciples work hard to understand and save the working people. They traveled thousands of miles, crossed many layers of space barriers, and violated many rules and laws. Anyway, the meaning is that even if you are only one person, you will be knocked over by five thunders and will die without a place to bury it.

But for the sake of the people of the world, it is also worth dying ten thousand times by yourself. But how to save everyone?

The disciples of the famous and upright sects were obviously very generous. They held scriptures and chanted for more than an hour, or waved their peach wood swords, and jumped up hundreds of times in the same place as the dance god. In short, they must sweat profusely, indicating how much effort they have put into helping all living beings.

When the audience below were about to fall asleep, they heard these great gods yelling: "Pineapple and Jackfruit!" Of course, it may also be the infinite Buddha, my God, etc., all of which are all one purpose. Notify the people below that this smelly and long ceremony is almost over. Everyone wake up and prepare to pay for it.

Then the disciples of these great gods will take out all kinds of strange things, including popular versions of the Tao Te Ching, Diamond Sutra, Bible, small and exquisite peach wood swords, Buddhist beads, and crosses.

Well, of course, although these things are all sent for free. But we disciples have worked hard here for a long time, so why do you have to pay some hard work? Oh, of course, this money is not for personal use, but for repairing the temples of the statues of gods behind them.

Compared to these famous sects, the disciples of demons and monsters are obviously much easier. To put it bluntly, they are just trading. Let me tell you first that I came here to take your life. If you don’t want to die, it’s simple, pay.

One hundred yuan is equivalent to delaying ten days, and one thousand is one hundred days. Of course, if you are willing to take out five thousand, I can consider catching others to pay the bill.

Some professionals even took out the so-called contract that was dirty and bloody and dark, so they proved that what they said was true.

So in the bargaining, these people made more money than those disciples who were exhausted by the great gods.

Soon, the officials who were still arguing about the funding of the construction of the municipal government building also realized something was wrong. There was no way, a priest sold the Bible to the door of the tent. Liu Chong, who was part-time mayor of Liaocheng City, called him, his ten-year-old son, for 100,000 yuan to buy a so-called pure artifact-level flying sword.

Liu Chong threw his phone hard, patted his desk and shouted: "This is the root of feudal superstition and the ** society. This phenomenon must be eliminated immediately, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable."

It has to be said that the materialist ideas of these officials are still very firm. Although most people are frightened by the changes in the sky, they still have their noses on these divine things. All the police and most of the armed police went out, and as long as they saw people wearing strange clothes and shouting for xx to save the world, they would be put down and thrown into the police car.

A priest waved the Bible and cursed desperately: "The Almighty Lord is watching us on it. You lost lambs dare to collide with the power of God and will be punished by God."

But it is obvious that God might be busy creating humans, ignoring the shouts of this loyal servant. An armed police soldier cleanly and neatly smashed the priest unconsciously, then grabbed his hair and dragged it into the police car like a dead dog.

In just half an hour, more than one hundred spokesmen of gods were defeated by the guns and fists of mortals, and were collectively stuffed into the detention center of Dongchang Prefecture Bureau, Liaocheng City, which was still soaked in water. So the remaining spokesmen disappeared without a trace in an instant, and it seemed that the gods were also afraid of being beaten.

The officials who had just suppressed the storm and were about to breathe a sigh of relief suddenly surrounded the tent where they lived, and Li Ke walked into the mayor's office with a gloomy face.

Behind him, Tian Yuan, an extra-staff expert, the captain of the five operation teams, Hao Li, the director of the logistics department, and Chu Xuan, the director of the intelligence department, followed closely. It seems that the Secret Service has emerged this time, and I don’t know why it is for the purpose of it.

After Cheng Kai and the others blocked the tent gate, Sun Ning asked in confusion: "This time, Li Tou brought us with such a big fanfare, what happened?"

Cheng Kai lit a cigarette and said lightly: "Don't you know? The house of Li's father-in-law was washed away by the flood. He still lives in a tent in the resettlement site in the disaster area. The food was lacking in the resettlement site, so the old man and the old lady fell ill collectively. His sister-in-law got angry and ran back alone yesterday."

Sun Ning nodded: "Oh, so that's it. I feel angry in my heart, so I'll ask the unlucky guy to vent my luck."

Chu Xuan came over and said lightly: "If it's just for this reason, will the director send us all out? No, to be precise, will the director ask the deputy director to come here?"

Tianyuan Cheng Kai and his team all poked their heads and said in unison: "So what is the purpose?"

Chu Xuan looked at them and laughed in a low voice, "Do you really don't know, or pretend to be confused? Think about our mission. If you don't know, just swallow the bullet and commit suicide. I won't spend any brain cells with idiots."

"..." Everyone watched Chu Xuan walk into the tent slowly, and was so angry that they couldn't speak. After a long time, Tian Yuan frowned and said, "What's going on with this guy? He was so crazy."

Cheng Kai vomited a smoke ring and whispered: "Brother Tianyuan, the Secret Service has an unwritten rule. Do you know what it is?"

"What?" Tianyuan asked in confusion.

"I would rather offend the director than offend Chu Xuan." Cheng Kai said lightly.

Sun Ning patted Tianyuan on the shoulder and said, "The Secret Service also has a famous saying, do you want to hear it?"

Tianyuan blinked, and Sun Ning smiled gloomyly: "Cherish life and stay away from Chu Xuan!"

"Damn, this kid is really that powerful?" Tianyuan said incredibly.

The five captains nodded at the same time.

In the tent, Li Ke was slapping the table and shouting at Liu Chong, who was sitting opposite him: "The flood has been retreating for seven days, but you still have nothing to do. Not only have you not started a large-scale inspection of the damage to urban houses, but you have no plans to resettle victims. If any social security incident occurs, this is your dereliction of duty!"

Looking at the angry Li Ke, Liu Chong almost cried. Is it easy for me? I finally became a part-time mayor and was about to work hard. Can I remove the word part-time job? Unexpectedly, the evil star came to me. Now it seems that not to mention the regularization, I may not be able to sit at the position of the police chief.

But Liu Chong felt very wronged. Look at the cities above him, including Jinan, Qingdao, Linyi, Tai'an and other cities, so they didn't make any noise. But why didn't they go to their place and just come to trouble themselves?

Have you given gifts to some people less?

Looking at Liu Chong who was stunned, Li Ke coughed impatiently and said in a deep voice: "How are you preparing for the plan to rebuild Liaocheng?"

Liu Chong opened his mouth and hurriedly took out a bunch of documents from the drawer, handed them to Li Ke and said, "This is the plan for Xingchen Group to apply for contracting to rebuild Liaocheng. I think it's good after reading it. I don't know what your opinion is?"

"Xingchen Group?" Li Ke curled his lips, took the document and opened the first page, saw the company profile clearly, and snorted: "This Xingchen Group is absolutely not good. As the leaders of the city government, why do you have no plans to rebuild your own city? I will tell you clearly that we will be stationed in Liaocheng City in the future. I hope that all leaders can set an example and become a role model for Shandong Province."

Chu Xuan walked in and looked at the leaders who were scared by Li Ke and looked at the bloodless face. He said lightly: "Deputy Director, all aspects have been settled."

Li Ke nodded, looked at Liu Chong, and said coldly: "Then I won't disturb you from your work. I hope you will work hard. The people and senior leaders of the city are all staring at here."

Seeing Li Ke leave, the talents in the tent breathed a sigh of relief. The deputy mayor asked carefully: "Who was that guy just now? He was so arrogant!"

"They have the capital to be arrogant." Liu Chong sighed, "Do you know the people who stare at you every day? Those eyes are arranged by these people."

The faces of the people in the tent changed again. Liu Chong looked at the information of Star Group submitted by the monkey on the desktop, frowned in disgust, and said in a deep voice: "Notify all leadership teams to hold an emergency meeting on the reconstruction of Liaocheng City. Tell those who do not agree with me that there are people coming from above. If I fall down, no one will have good fruits to eat. Now only by uniting and sharing honor and disgrace can we each gain their own interests."

The deputy mayor nodded and quickly ordered the secretary to inform him.

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