After a journey of more than seventy miles, Zhang Wenfeng took half an hour to return easily. He also changed his direction slightly and walked into the town of Hexi. He simply passed through the west end of the town, lowered his hat, and did not plan to stay any longer.
A wandering wanderer, the black dog he was holding suddenly barked at him.
That crazy baring of teeth seemed to have a sworn hatred against him.
You Xi hurriedly grasped the rope in his hand to prevent the dog from biting anyone. He looked up and down at the Taoist robe, which had some damage. His elbows, shoulders and back were stained with traces of moss and sand that could not be removed.
His eyes suddenly condensed, and he saw a few drops of dried blood on the hem of the Taoist robe on the right side of the other party. He immediately grabbed the handle of the knife at his waist, took a step back and shouted:
"Who are you? Where do you practice?"
The idlers squatting on the street nearby stood up and gathered around like flies that smelled the fishy smell.
But no one made any mistakes. The Taoist priest had a sword at his waist, and they were eating melon seeds and watching the fun.
Zhang Wenfeng reached out and took out the white jade plaque from his arms, flashed it to the alert You Xi, and lowered his voice: "The Daolu branch is doing something, do you want to intervene?"
You Xi doesn't know much about literacy, but he can recognize the pattern of the eight trigrams on the brand and the words "Daolu Branch".
He was so frightened that he trembled, kicked the dog, which was still trying to call him, which had no eyesight at all. He picked up the dog and walked around behind him with a "ouch" sound. He hurriedly smiled and bowed to apologize: "I don't dare. I don’t dare, I offended you, please forgive me!”
It's just a little strange, didn't the guys at Daolu Branch have a black iron sign?
Why is this man a jade card?
Then I thought that this Taoist might have a higher status? He bent even lower and was about to cry without tears. It was so damn unlucky.
The idle gangsters were much more sensible than the dogs, so they immediately pretended to be passers-by and fled quickly.
It doesn't matter if you don't watch this kind of frightening excitement, there are not many gangsters who are not clever.
"Forget it...eh."
Zhang Wenfeng would not argue with a wanderer patrolling the street. When he turned around and left, he suddenly found a trace of ghost energy leaking from the other person's body. It was very weak and obscure, and it subsided immediately. Wandering ghosts have all come into contact with each other and are very sensitive to ghost energy, so they noticed it immediately.
He walked towards You Xi who was hunched over and didn't dare to move.
The black dog, who was watching vigilantly, felt offended, stood up suddenly, and was about to bite, when Zhang Wenfeng glared at Zhang Wenfeng's eyes under the bamboo hat, and his eyes with spiritual eyes fell into the dog's eyes, which immediately frightened the dog. Pee, lie on the ground, "whimper" begging for mercy and shrink back.
You Xi was so frightened that she broke out in cold sweat. "Master Gou, please don't bring trouble to me."
This bite is so satisfying that cutting off four of the dog's legs won't be enough to compensate.
Fortunately, Mr. Dao was so murderous that he was frightened by the bully, and he put his heart back into his chest and settled down.
Zhang Wenfeng saw that under the nape of the neck exposed by You Xi's bow, there was a faint dark blue on the spinal skin, and there was an irregular eye-like gadget, tilted up, and slowly closing under the gaze of his spiritual eye.
"Ghost eyes and ghosts."
Zhang Wenfeng was surprised and thought to himself, there really is such a ghost that can haunt three lives. In his previous life, he heard it as a ghost story, but he never expected to see the real person.
Moreover, this kind of ghost is one with the human being, and no matter how spiritual a dog is, it is impossible for him to "see" it.
"Get up, it's your duty too, I won't hold you accountable for your collision."
Zhang Wenfeng walked around to You Xi, who said, "Yes, sir, sir." He asked in a low voice, "What's your name? Have you often had the same dream since you were a teenager? When you wake up, you can't remember the dream." I only have a vague impression of what I got."
You Xi looked up suddenly as if he had seen a ghost. He only saw his chin exposed under the lowered bamboo hat, and he lowered his head again.
Only my parents knew this secret, and I would dream about it three or two times a year.
As time passed, he didn't take it seriously.
Unexpectedly, he was called out by a stranger today. He felt an inexplicable panic in his heart and whispered: "The villain's name is Gu Quan. He does have the same strange dream often. He can't remember it afterward. He just feels like he is experiencing it." That dream seems to be related to a pair of red shoes... Sir, is there something wrong with the villain?"
Zhang Wenfeng nodded and closed them. Now that they have met, they have solved this bad fate and accumulated merit.
"You hit something dirty and got tangled up."
You Xi's face turned pale with fright, and his hair stood on end.
In folklore, unclean things and dirty things refer to ghosts.
He hurriedly bowed his hands and asked for advice in a pitiful low voice: "Sir, please show mercy and give me some advice on how to defeat the villain? The villain will be rewarded, and he will be rewarded!"
He didn't even tell his mother-in-law about this, so as to prevent her from gossiping and getting a bad reputation.
Zhang Wenfeng saw many people gathered at both ends of the street who did not dare to come close to watch the excitement from a distance. There were also a few wanderers. There were acquaintances in the town who knew him.
He stopped talking in circles and said in a low voice: "You prepare the Xiaosan animal sacrifices, which are freshly slaughtered chickens, ducks and fish, as well as three liters of glutinous rice, some paper money, ingots, incense and candles, and an old clothes that you have never washed. Tomorrow is On the third day of September, take your belongings with you and go to the nearby Fairy Spirit Temple four quarters after Unity Hour to ask Taoist Zhang to help you exorcise ghosts."
The Taoist temple is located within an area of about ten miles, and he is responsible for protecting the area from evil spirits. If a ghost is found to be causing trouble, he, the temple owner, has a duty and a reason to take action.
It's just that the rules have been passed down for more than 500 years, and it is estimated that not many people can remember and abide by them.
For him, it was not a difficult matter to get rid of the entanglement of ghost eyes and ghosts. It was considered as a matter of course.
After saying that, he walked quickly to the east, leaving behind him muttering something in a low voice for fear of not being able to remember it.
He has no control over whether you believe it or not, whether it comes or not. Anyway, if this thing is on your body, you will not be alive within ten years.
The crowd blocking the road in the street hurriedly separated to both sides, including three Youxi. The one named Gu Quan bowed and bowed, pitifully. Everyone saw it and could guess what the situation was.
What I fear most is kicking a brick wall, bumping into a low-key big shot passing by, and causing big trouble.
Zhang Wenfeng returned to the Taoist temple not long after. The black donkey heard the noise and sang a donkey song at the top of his voice. Zhang Wenfeng had to go and take care of the black donkey first, and then he made a fire to cook.
After a simple meal, I put on my old work clothes and cleaned and rinsed the donkey stable.
He took out the wooden plow from the utility room and took out the black donkey who had been eating and drinking for a while. The den of thieves who framed him was wiped out. He put his mind down and finally had time today to remove the straw from the dry land. The plowing was done in preparation for planting winter wheat.
In the past two days, he was not in the mood to plow the fields.
As for the hunchback who used to farm, he had a general idea of what he was doing, even if he didn't mention it.
Just because you have the status of an individual, you cannot look down on farming.
Money is one thing, but the Master's teachings "Practice practitioners need to know the sufferings of the world, the true Tao, and seek enlightenment in daily life." He felt that what he said was very reasonable, although the Master himself had not touched the "Tao" The edge is gone.
When he breaks through, he may no longer need to work in the fields.
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