Maihuali Village is one of the 100 villages in Zuzhou. Unlike those famous villages, it is the hometown of ancient sages and sages. It is also different from other villages in that it has acres of jade trees and beautiful flowers. There are only orange flowers and oranges in the village, and every household has an orange grove. There is a good harvest of oranges at the moment, and every household is busy picking them so that they can exchange money for the winter. However, except for Qin Xian, this is not the case for everyone else.
Under the orange tree at the head of the village, an old man sat cross-legged on a millstone, with hemp paper at his feet. The old man kept brushing paste on each piece of paper, then rolled it up, and used his calloused hands to spread the paper. The tube was carefully glued to the bamboo bones that had been tied up earlier, and a paper figure was tied up. Although it had no features, it was much larger than usual.
In just half a day, the edge of the millstone was already filled with more than a dozen large and small ones. The old man was only tying up the paper figurine. At some point, a young Taoist priest in green robes stood beside him. He stared at the old man for a while, took out the booklet from his waist, opened it, and said: "Yin Gong cannot be accumulated day by day. Seventy-one will cause trouble." Troubles." Seeing that the old man turned a deaf ear, he continued: "Yin and yang are separated, and blessings and disasters do not mutually affect each other, so it is really difficult to achieve what you want. I don't want to prick you any more. It's good to live a stable life. Don't think about anything else."
The old man stopped what he was doing, raised his head and looked at the young Taoist with turbid and red eyes. As if he hadn't spoken for a long time, he said hoarsely: "Young master, do you know what is the most painful thing about fighting ghosts?"
The young Taoist was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Any Dao Yun magical weapon can be used, but if it is easy to get it, it is a willow branch. 'One willow is one inch', and it will be destroyed in ten blows."
The old man's eyes flashed, he thanked him, and stood up quickly. Perhaps he had been sitting for too long, and he staggered when he stood up and almost fell off the stone mill. Fortunately, he was supported by a young Taoist who helped the old man down from the stone mill. The young Taoist asked: "What's wrong with you, old man?" Going to pick willow branches?"
The old man nodded slightly, and the young Taoist said: "But there are countless strange flowers and different strains in Zuzhou, but there is only no willow. Where are you going to pick them?"
The old man murmured: "Some...some..." and then he left the young Taoist and walked towards Dingshan Mountain behind the wild orange forest.
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The two of Qin and Xian were having fun all the way, and when they passed by Qin Xian's orange grove, there was a woman picking oranges in the forest. She was thin and thin, and she didn't wear makeup. Although she smiled at the corners of her mouth, she could not hide her thoughts in the corners of her eyes, which made people feel pity. , with a wooden cart full of oranges behind him, which makes people feel even more strenuous.
Mo Qijia said: "Aunt Hong is collecting oranges, shall we help?"
Qin Xian glanced at him, turned around and left without answering.
At this time, a voice came from behind: "Xian'er, there is food in the house, remember to eat." Qin Xian paused, then quickened her pace, and disappeared by the forest in the blink of an eye.
Aunt Hong is Qin Xian’s mother. When Qin Xian was four years old, she came to Maohuali Village in Zuzhou on a merchant ship with her mother. When she first arrived, the villages heard that the mother and son were not buying, but wanted to settle here. For some reason, each village refused to accept them, so the orphans and widowed mothers had to stay. A simple straw hut was built under the Orange Mountain to live in. Even so, it was not possible. She was often driven away by the villagers. Qin's mother was okay. Qin Xian was still young and could not bear the trouble. She fell seriously ill in the winter and finally managed to save her life. Now she is weak, so she relies on fighting A feeling of not being afraid of death.
Later, Qin’s mother went to Lizi Village and knelt down for the night. The next day, the old man Xian from Maohuali Village came to Qin’s mother and found a house for him at the end of the village. Although it was dilapidated, it also provided protection from wind and rain. The hostility of the villagers towards the mother and son did not subside. It was not until Mr. Zhang from the school came forward as a guarantee that they could live a normal life.
Later, Qin's mother studied matchmaking with Deng's mother next door. After Deng's mother left, Qin's mother gradually became the most famous matchmaker in the neighborhood. Everyone called her "Matchmaker". However, she spent many years traveling from village to village and neglected to take care of Qin Xian. , although she had earned some money to thank the matchmaker over the years and bought several acres of orange groves, Qin Xian was idle all day long and had nothing to say to her. Every time she thought of this, Qin's mother frowned.
Mo Qijia sometimes doesn't understand why Qin Xian has such an attitude towards his mother. In his opinion, Aunt Hong is kind and gentle, and treats Qin Xian well. If it were his own mother, she would laugh out loud in her dreams, but these words are different from Qin Xian's. Xian couldn't say. He had no choice but to divert Qin Xian's attention and said, "Where should we go first?"
Qin Xian said: "Go to Guzi Village."
The young Taoist stuffed the book back into his waist, and while helping the old man put away the scattered paper figurines, he said helplessly: "I haven't had any rice in the book since I came here. If I continue like this, I will be scolded by the master when I go back." , we need to find the 'fragrant rice' as soon as possible." After packing up the paper figures, he was about to leave when he saw Qin Xian and the old man who made paper walking past each other.
Mo Qijia pointed at the young Taoist priest beside the millstone and shouted, "Look, it's that Taoist priest." Without Mo Qijia's reminder, Qin Xian also saw it and angrily went forward. Before Qin Xian could say anything, the young Taoist took the lead in hugging him and said: "Little brother, we are destined to meet again."
"Who has a destiny with you and asks, did you cast an evil spell on me?" Qin Xian said.
"Why do you say this, little brother? Besides, the path doesn't know any evil methods." The young Taoist said innocently.
"Who else, if not you, are so awesome? After cursing me, everything went wrong for me today. How dare you say it has nothing to do with you?" Qin Xian grabbed the young Taoist by the collar and said. Although the young Taoist is older, Qin Xian is taller than her age when urinating, so that she is now slender. The fierce questioning in this posture is a bit condescending. The young Taoist is not annoyed, but chuckles: "It seems Little brother didn’t listen to what Pindao said.”
Qin Xian raised her fist to strike, but the young Taoist hurriedly spread his hands and said, "I don't know how to fight, little brother, don't be impulsive!" Qin Xian ignored her, and when her fist was about to fall on the young Taoist's cheek, Mo Qijia came from behind. He hugged him and listened to his words: "Brother Qin, wait a minute, we are just looking for some strange things. Let's see if there are any foreign Taoists here. I think they are worth it."
Qin Xian thought for a while and felt that what Mo Qijia said made sense. The outsiders must have some rare things that they had never seen before, and they could take the opportunity to blackmail her. Qin Xian praised Mo Qijia and said, "I found that you are surprisingly good today." You are so smart and enlightened."
Mo Qijia scratched his head and said, "No, no, you can't compare with Brother Qin."
Qin Xian let go of the young Taoist's hand, patted his chest, and helped him straighten his clothes. He smiled maliciously and summoned Mo Qijia to attack the young Taoist together.
The young Taoist's face was full of disbelief. Someone actually robbed the Taoist priest. How pitiful the world is!
After groping for a long time, there was nothing on this Taoist except the book on his waist. Qin Xian suppressed her anger and said, "Where are the things?"
The young Taoist came to his senses and said, "What is it?"
"You don't have anything with you except that tattered book?"
"I sent the Taoist cultivators to avoid wealth and gain food, so they have nothing to gain." The young man said with a proud look on his face.
"Then it is said that there are no Taoist priests' magical weapons?" Mo Qijia asked.
"No……"
Qin Xian and the two punched and kicked the young Taoist. The young Taoist put his hands around his ears and covered his head, protecting his face, and kept saying: "Don't slap in the face... don't slap in the face..." When the two were tired from beating, they sat on the millstone. After taking a short rest, Qin Xian panted heavily, looking at the dusty Taoist who was completely different from the previous appearance, and said: "I want you to curse me."
The young Taoist sat up cross-legged, his expression still calm. He picked up a short rope from the ground and tied up his long and scattered hair. Then he closed his eyes tightly and his body trembled slightly. After a while, he opened his eyes and said with a smile on his face: "Little brother, you want to find some rare treasures?"
Qin Xian squinted and said, "Why do you have it again?"
"Pindao, no." The young Taoist shook his head.
Qin Xian thought that the young Taoist was teasing her, so she got up to "serve" her, but she heard the Taoist change the subject and said: "No... But I know someone who has it, and I can help my little brother find it." Seeing Qin Xian put it down and raised it again fist, the young Taoist breathed a sigh of relief.
Qin Xian said: "Come and tell me, if you dare to trick me, I will ask you to die in Zuzhou."
The young Taoist said: "You also know that in recent days, many foreigners have suddenly appeared in the villages of Zuzhou. Among them are many wealthy and noble people, and naturally there are many rare treasures on their possessions."
Qin Xian smiled but said: "Ha... Taoist master, what a trick, Xiaoqi, hit me!" Mo Qijia said "ok" and started to hit him, the young Taoist held his head and shouted: "What does this mean? " Before Qin Xian could speak, Mo Qijia said first: "What you have come up with is a bad idea. Although those wealthy nobles have countless treasures, they are each surrounded by several masters. It is impossible for me and my two to succeed. Besides, we is not……"
"Xiao Qi, that's enough." Qin Xian interrupted Mo Qijia, subconsciously touched her buttocks, and said to the young Taoist: "You heard me, tell me whether you should hit me or not!"
"No, no, today is different from the past." The young Taoist said.
"What's the difference?" Mo Qijia asked.
The young Taoist held his chin with one hand, pointed to the clear sky with the other and said, "The sky is different!"
Qin Xian and Mo Qijia both looked up and saw nothing. The young Taoist continued: "There are more people coming to Zuzhou this year than in previous years, right?"
Qin Xian said impatiently: "What on earth are you going to say?"
Seeing that Qin Xian was anxious, the young Taoist hurriedly sat down and said, "Because Daqing Academy is going to 'move saints into the temple' this year. Does Daqing Academy know that?"
Qin Xian and the other two shook their heads. Mo Qijia stopped standing and sat cross-legged next to the young Taoist with a look of anticipation on his face. He liked listening to stories the most.
"Well, in short, something big has happened, and doing this will seal the world. All Taoism and Dharma will be false, and the practitioners will also fall into the realm and become ordinary people. So the masters you call are actually I am no different from you, even a martial arts master is just physically stronger than you, do you understand?" the young Taoist explained.
Qin Xian was thoughtful and then asked, "Is it today?"
The young Taoist said: "No."
Qin Xian: "I...".
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After another cordial "greeting", Qin Xian said: "Smelly Taoist priest, I need to use it today, is there anything I can do?"
The young Taoist looked troubled. Seeing this, Qin Xian stood up and said to Mo Qijia: "Forget it, take him with you. This guy has some eyesight. He can help us with his eyesight."
"Okay." Mo Qijia responded.
The young Taoist had mixed feelings in his heart. He thought he could earn more merit by going to Zuzhou, but he didn't expect that not only had he failed to make any achievements, but now he had to help the gangsters. He couldn't help but wailed in his heart: "Several years of practice have been ruined in one fell swoop. Sanqing Wu Liang, how can I not save this calamity?"
As if he thought of something in his thoughts, his eyes suddenly shone.
