"Boom."

The knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Li Changan was a little surprised. He didn't have many friends, and none of them knew his new address.

Logically speaking, there are few visitors.

According to a group of ghosts in the family, only two people had visited the door during the time he traveled. One is Zhang Dali, an old liar. It is estimated that he has encountered something tricky. The other is the landlord Liu Zhugan. He drank two or two small wines and took the courage to collect the rent. It was a pity that he was howling outside the door. The sound was drunk and fell to the ground, and lay all night at the door.

It is said that neither of them entered the house, which disappointed the gang of boring ghosts in the door.

I don't know which one of them is knocking on the door right now?

The Taoist priest was about to get up.

"Crunch."

The door opened by itself.

Then, I heard the horrible wind and howling ghosts.

thief?

It's not right, how could a thief knock on the door.

After thinking about it, the ping-pong-pong-pong sound in the living room became a bit wrong, and I faintly listened to Boss Wu whimpering and howling:

"Help."

The Taoist frowned and his complexion became a little weird. He grabbed the long sword and just got out of the room, he watched Chang Wei beating...Uh, two black suits were catching a few ghosts.

Seeing Li Changan coming out, one of them turned and strode, approaching, while putting his right hand into his arms.

Li Changan's eyes dazzled, and he pushed his sword out of its sheath.

…………

"So, you two are actually government officials?"

After a while, the living room.

A gang of ghosts huddled in the corner and probed their heads, leaving Li Changan and two black suits to sit on the sofa.

The Taoist priest flipped through a document with the national emblem in his hand, scratched his head and handed it back, and by the way, he looked at the two black suits carefully.

Although the two of them had the same attire, a black suit, big-toed shoes, and square sunglasses, their personal images were very different.

The one sitting next to the left is tall and fat, with a fair and delicate face, and long black and beautiful hair, like Gao Xiaosong with a filter. Laughing doughy, he nodded and said yes to Li Changan's question.

The one sitting next to the right is thin and small, so dark that it doesn't fall out of autumn, and there is no grass on the top door. He looks like Song Xiaobao who has stumbled into the empty door.

He rubbed a brand-new band-aid on his neck while staring at Li Changan quietly.

Taoist priests are uncomfortable, thinking that I can't be blamed on me. Two black suits broke into the house, and when they met, they would take the guy out of their arms. No one would have thought that what you took out was a certificate, not a gun.

The Taoist priest is not a person who likes to be circumspect. After being embarrassed for a moment, he asks straightforwardly:

"What's the matter for the two of you? Is it possible to check the water meter?"

This is not polite, but the two black suits didn't take it seriously, and they showed a familiar appearance.

The "Gao Xiaosong" laughed, stroked his hair, and waved his hands again and again:

"Nothing. Mr. Li didn't break the law first. Secondly, he helped the police deal with an out-of-control teacher. It was too late for the award. We were only representatives of the department and came to do a routine registration."

"Department?"

The Taoist smiled playfully when he heard this word.

"Dragon Team?"

"Where can a serious unit be called by this name."

"Gao Xiaosong" smiled and clicked to himself.

"Formally introduce, the Special Investigation Division under the Ministry of National Security."

"Zhong Huansu."

"Xiang Jizhen."

The Taoist nodded.

"Li Changan."

…………

The greeting has passed and we have entered the topic.

This fat long-haired man named Zhong Huansu took out a tablet computer from his briefcase, called up a blank form, and began to inquire.

At the beginning, they were all common questions, but they didn't go deep, so the Taoist priests naturally answered them readily.

But after a while, I asked about the joints.

Li Changan was also refreshed, and straightened up, waiting for him.

"Which technique did Mr. Li learn?"

"Taoism."

"Can you reveal your ancestry?"

"Go to King Sect and learn from the mystery."

"Top view?"

When asked, Zhong was still thoughtful.

"Twenty-four real urns with three eight sceneries, Taiwei?"

Li Changan nodded, not surprised to see the origin of Taoism.

It's strange to say that apart from the different times, the two worlds are basically the same in other places. The gods, legends, customs, languages, and races are almost the same, and the relationship between them can not help but make people think about it.

As for the "Xuanjizi" in the words of Taoist priests, Zhong Huansu must have never heard of it, but he did not ask in detail.

First, in his opinion, this mysterious machine might be a hermit expert.

Secondly, maybe it's an ordinary person... What is lacking in modern times is not the practice, but the foundation of practice-spiritual energy. This allows those who have to have special talents or big opportunities to learn the key. There are often cases where a master holds the inheritance and works hard for the rest of his life, and only whirls outside the door, but the apprentice can enter the door of practice by accident.

Next, I asked a few more irrelevant questions.

"Which aspect is Mr. Li good at?"

The Taoist priest replied honestly: "Slaying demons and eliminating demons."

Zhong Huansu smiled, noncommittal.

"If the state recruits, Mr. Li is willing to contribute to the country?"

"As long as it is clean and moral."

Zhong Huansu nodded, put the tablet away, said "Thank you for your cooperation", and he was about to leave.

Li Changan was dumbfounded for a while.

Just asking such questions, and being so rigorous, wouldn't it mean that I was glaring at the blind man.

"Is it over?"

"Is there anything else Mr. Li?" Fat Shao Mao looked back questioningly, "Oh, do you want to ask for precautions?"

"There's nothing to care about, just don't break the law."

The Taoist priest was speechless for a while, only staring at the fat and thin eyes.

It didn't take long.

"puff."

Calling Xiang Jizhen to be thin and bald, he didn't hold it back. He laughed out loud and shook his head and said:

"You young people, all of you have delusions of persecution. If you think that with one or two spells, it will be a national security issue, and what the government (harmonious) government will do to you."

"What kind of world is this? In the end of the world, the spiritual energy is exhausted. As long as all practitioners are just loaches trampling in the mud, what climate can they become?"

As he said, he glanced at the Taoist priest seemingly.

"Even if there are some immortals going down to the earth, and some demon surviving, in such a big environment, there can be no storm."

This person didn't say a word just now, but he didn't expect to open the chatterbox, but he was out of control.

"Qingcheng Mountain knows how to cut?"

Before the Taoist nodded, he continued:

"There is an old real person above, who just passed his 120th birthday a few days ago. He has kept a flying sword for most of his life, and he will let it out on his birthday... Within a hundred meters, the sword is full of energy! But that! What's the use? Why not win an anti-material sniper rifle 800 meters away."

"What age is it now? Science and technology are the last word."

He talked for a long time in one breath, and was not very happy, took a few breaths, and spoke again.

"You young people are hiding in Tibet all day long, for fear of being caught by the government (Harmony) government for anatomy experiments."

"I don't want to think about it. We are exhausted and not rejuvenated. All the spells and traditions are passed down from generation to generation. They are not new things. All kinds of materials are piles of piles."

Talking.

"Do you know Yuque Bao Guitian?"

The Taoist nodded.

Miao Leak Mountain.

How could one of the thirty-two small caves know not.

"Where is the largest research base of Taoism, most of the real Taoists gather there. Not to mention being a researcher, just want to go in and be researched, that's not how many people ask grandpa to tell grandma."

This made Li Changan scratch his head. According to what he meant, the state's restrictions on practitioners were not as severe as he thought.

It sounds reasonable, but Li Changan still doesn't believe it, but the two of them put on a confidant look.

"To tell the truth, special groups are treated specially, and there are actually relevant documents and regulations in the department."

"Oh?"

"But, no matter how strict the rules are, they are still enforced by people. 996 still violates the labor law, isn't it?"

With that said, the Taoist priest guessed a little taste.

"Don't know the two?"

Fat long hair holds fists as a gift:

"Lou Guandao."

What do you want with your skinny bald hands:

"French Huazong."

When it was over, the two of them looked at each other and smiled before they drifted away.

"and many more."

Li Changan spoke suddenly, and the two turned their heads in amazement, but they saw that the Taoist priest did not know where he had brought out a statue of Buddha.

He brought it with a sheep in the Thousand Buddha Temple. The craftsmanship is not good, it is not old, and there is not much trust in it. It is also blackened by the fire, but it is better than...

"Pure gold, are you interested?"

The two looked at the Buddha statue, then at Li Changan, and rolled their eyes together.

"500 yuan plus a pennant, do you want it?"

Pooh.

I might as well melt it.

…………

Say goodbye to the two.

Li Changan closed the security door.

A few ghosts floated over, and Mrs. Wu asked: "Dao Master, do you believe those two people's words?"

Li Changan grinned and didn't answer. He only leaned over and fumbled for a while in the gap between the sofa cushions, took out a stack of paper villains, slowly tore them to pieces, and threw them into the trash can.

…………

"The department is really getting unreliable! That kid is clearly at home..."

The bald version of "Song Xiaobao" Xiang Jizhen went down the stairs "thug" and complained to his companions.

Immediately, he found that the filter version of "Gao Xiaosong" Zhong Huansu paused in his footsteps, and his expression was different.

"how?"

Zhong Huansu spread his hands.

"The little gadget I left was ruined by that kid."

"Yo."

"Song Xiaobao" was happy.

"It really doesn't give face."

"Young and vigorous."

"Is your bug installed?"

"certainly."

Xiang Jizhen took out his phone, clicked on an app, and made a big splash.

"That kid never imagined that we are a two-pronged approach to technology and magic..."

Halfway through.

Suddenly a prompt popped up on the phone interface.

"The device loses connection." Jijiu said: