This nursing home is located in a quiet community. It is a three-story apartment with a small courtyard outside.
The first floor of the nursing home is an activity center, where the elderly in the home can make tea and chat; the second floor has a large living room, as well as the personal bedroom and study room of Director Liang of the nursing home; the third floor is divided into small bedrooms for The elderly people live in the courtyard.
Dean Liang has no extra money to hire nursing staff, so he takes care of everything in the hospital. Therefore, the elderly people living in this nursing home are all able to take care of their own daily life and are in strong health. Although there is a signboard of a nursing home for the elderly hanging outside the gate, it is actually more like a private room for the elderly. There are only four tenants, all of them helpless single grandfathers.
Dean Liang and Liu Po were old acquaintances, and they agreed to let him and his grandson stay temporarily for a few days until they found a place to stay before moving out.
Artest moved the bags into the room, holding the small wooden temple with a talisman affixed to it. He put the small wooden temple in Liu Po's room.
The sixth wife brought all kinds of magic weapons such as peach wood swords, yellow talismans, and cinnabar that had not been used for a long time into the nursing home, and moved them into the room one by one.
"Let me introduce to you, this lady's name is Amei, and I think of her as my sister!" Dean Liang happily introduced Liu Po to other grandfathers. "Amei comes to stay with us for a few days if she has something to do. Let's introduce her to everyone!"
The sixth wife said angrily: "Oh, just call me the sixth wife. I'm 70 and 80 years old, and I still want to give it back to Madam and Amei!"
Several old people exchanged greetings with each other. In addition to Dean Liang and the sixth wife, there were also the fat retired civil servant Lao Huang in the courtyard, the dark and thin Uncle Chen who had been farming all his life, the stout veteran Grandpa Wang, who was very interested in Chinese martial arts. Grandpa Li, who has studied calligraphy and calligraphy.
Artai was so tired that he was sweating. He was smoking in the yard to enjoy the cool air, and was planning to spend the night at Lai's house.
During dinner in the evening, several old men chatted endlessly and discussed political current affairs. Uncle Chen and Lao Wang had incompatible opinions in this regard, and they would debate each other whenever they had the opportunity.
"Aren't you tired? You are chirping even after eating! Don't you think the food I cook is not delicious?" Liu Po couldn't help but lost her temper.
"Let them noisy, it will be lively, and brainstorming often will prevent dementia." Dean Liang laughed: "We are all used to it!"
Uncle Chen glared at Dean Liang: "You are crazy!"
"Amei, you have a good life and a filial grandson. We old men, except for the shelter from the wind and rain in this nursing home, we only have one life left!" Lao Huang, a retired civil servant, said with emotion. explain.
The sixth wife shook her head and retorted: "My little monkey grandson is not much better! He will cause trouble. Fortunately, he has been doing business peacefully recently..."
Artest on the side listened to a group of old people chatting, and felt that something was wrong. He and these old men had nothing to talk about.
"Ah, it's getting late, I have to go and help Aguan..." Atai drank the soup in big gulps and shouted to leave.
"Okay, let's go. Go quickly, don't let Aguan be busy alone!" Liu Po said.
After saying hello, Artest got on the motorcycle with mixed feelings in his heart. Thinking of the expression of gratitude that the sixth grandmother had when she mentioned that he was doing serious business, he felt guilty and frightened. What would his grandmother's reaction be if she knew that he was bragging and was still doing nothing?
"Let's do this serious business. It would be great if it was real." Artest looked at the cold street lights, turned on the accelerator and drove out of this quiet neighborhood.
A Tai didn't have the Taoist power of Liu Po, nor the Tai Sui power of A Guan, so he didn't notice the two strange little people standing on the telephone pole nearby. The strange little man was about thirty centimeters tall and was looking furtively into the nursing home.
"Finally... finally... I've found... I've arrived... go... quickly... go... report... A... aunt..." The strange little man with a dark red face stuck out his tongue and licked it He pursed his lips, chatted with another companion, and danced away.
"It's not good, it's not good! Master Aguan, wake up!"
Aguan was nestled on the floor beside the bed, huddled in the blanket and was sleeping soundly, but he was woken up by this burst of anxious shouting. He rubbed his eyes and saw Old Tudou standing beside him, screaming and jumping.
Old Tudou looked anxious, waving his crutch around, taking pictures of red circles on Pianpian's bed.
"Ah, don't touch that bed!" Aguan stopped him quickly and asked, "Calm down, what happened?"
Only then did Lao Tudou come back to his senses. He looked at the bed with a puzzled look on his face: "Master Aguan, why do you sleep on the floor instead of a bed? Huh? Why is this bed so interesting?"
"Because...because..." Aguan touched his nose, looking embarrassed, not knowing how to explain.
"Hahaha, it's so strange! Why are there red circles when I touch it?" Old Tudou noticed the red circles on the bed that he touched. He jumped on the bed curiously and stepped on it, making the whole bed messy. Step on dozens of large and small red circles.
"Come down quickly!" Aguan pulled Old Tudou out of bed, looked at the red bed, and said distressedly: "It's miserable..." He rubbed his brows, exhaled, and turned to ask Old Tudou: "What's the matter with you?"
Only then did Lao Tudou become panicked again, gesticulating and saying: "Yesterday, the old woman listened to Zao Lord and moved to a nursing home. Do you know what happened? The men of the evil god of Shunde actually found her! They even issued a Order, gather a bunch of ghosts and go to the nursing home tonight to kill!"
"What!" Aguan asked in surprise: "How do you know? Why did Emperor Shunde want to kill the Sixth Po? The Sixth Po is just an ordinary person, isn't she?"
"During the fight last night, some evil spirits must have escaped, and they went back to report the news!" Old Tudou explained: "Shunde Evil God will never allow anyone within his sphere of influence to resist him. That old woman is a temple blessing, and she has special powers. , was already the target of Shunde Evil God’s desire to snare, and those generals who went down from the altar killed Shunde Evil God’s men, naturally made the old woman become a thorn in Shunde Evil God’s side!”
"Zao Lord has been supported by that old woman for many years, and he is very grateful to her. He followed them to the nursing home. Unexpectedly, something happened this morning." Old Tudou said.
"This won't work, we have to go and help!" Aguan washed his face randomly and got ready.
After last night's battle, there were only more than thirty white flame talismans left. He put the white flame talisman into the Fu Ling cloth bag and hurried downstairs.
Lao Tudou led Aguan all the way to the nursing home, only to see a deserted place outside the yard.
When Aguan was hesitating whether he should ring the bell and enter with what identity, he caught a glimpse of a motorcycle parked outside the yard. It was Artest's motorcycle. It turned out that Artest was also in the nursing home. He was about to call Artest when he saw Artest running out and hurriedly opening the door for Ah Guan.
Aguan saw Atai with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and looked embarrassed, so he asked in surprise: "What's wrong with you?"
"You're really here! Zaojun entrusted a dream to grandma, saying that you would come to help!" Atai said, pulling Aguan and running into the nursing home.
As soon as the two entered the hall, they saw an old man with blue veins on his face and green foam coming out of his mouth. Several old people around him worked together to grab him. The sixth wife was holding a red rope, wrapping it hard around the old man's right hand and tying a knot on her finger.
