Although Zhang Yaohua did not dare to cry out loud under the intimidation of Ma Wulang, the two lines of tears could not stop flowing down like an open faucet.

Seeing that the little brat was crying so loudly, Ma Wuro felt it was not fun, "I am not a human trafficker, but Taoist Ma of the Ma family. Do you know?"

Master Ma? Isn’t that more terrifying than human traffickers? It would be better if Ma Wulang didn’t say it. Once he said it, Zhang Yaohua cried even more sadly than before. It’s not that Ma Wulang is so fierce, but the contribution of the early childhood education in this village. If a little kid is disobedient, his grandparents and parents will say: Master Ma is here, you are still crying, and he was captured by Master Ma to be a devil. So in the eyes of children, the most terrifying person is the second person, and Master Ma is the first person.

Master Ma didn't expect that this would be the result, and he felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly. Damn, don't you just tease a few young wives and girls, and steal a chicken and a dog without any trouble. Who wouldn't like someone to tease him with a little Taoist technique? Why did he become this image?

Jinhu and others were also trembling with fear, hiding behind Zhang Yaohua, but did not escape.

"Don't cry!" Master Ma suddenly became angry. Three good words were better than a horse. Master Dao, I can't cure you a little brat.

Zhang Yaohua was frightened again. Jinhu and others were also frightened and trembled all over and started to cry. This was the first time they made a sound. Zhang Yaohua was frightened by Taoist Ma, but she didn't notice this.

"What's your name?" Master Ma was quite satisfied with the effect.

"Zhang, Zhang Yaohua." Zhang Yaohua looked at Taoist Ma with some fear. This person, who was even more terrifying than a human trafficker, was dirty, like a beggar, with a bloated head and a Taoist robe. He was wearing the effect of a dance show skirt on the TV. There were strands of it below. Taoist Ma was barefoot, and he had a big pair of feet. It felt like the image of Taoist Ma was not much the same as what his mother described before.

"Your mother is so skillful!" Master Ma chuckled, obviously very happy with Zhang Yaohua's name.

"It was not my mother who gave it, it was my grandfather." Zhang Jiaohua felt that this credit should be given to her grandfather. In fact, Zhang Jiaohua was quite satisfied with her name because there was the word "flower" in the name. It was very beautiful if there was a flower. The children's thinking was different from adults.

"Okay." Master Ma felt that he could not get involved in these fallacies with his kids, otherwise he might be brought into a ditch. "I heard that you were entangled by a little ghost? Where are they hiding?"

"Don't tell him!" Jin Hu whispered anxiously to Zhang Yaohua. He was very afraid of Taoist Ma.

"They..." Zhang Yaohua felt very strange. Didn't Master Ma catch a ghost? Why can't he see the Golden Tiger and the others like his parents?

Jin Hu and the others were anxious and rushed out from behind Zhang Yaohua and begged, "Don't tell him! Please. We will die."

"Speak quickly! Otherwise, you will be arrested and sold." Master Ma threatened impatiently.

Zhang Yaohua pointed behind Taoist Ma, and his eyes deliberately stared at a pillar behind Taoist Ma.

Master Ma felt a chill on his back, and there seemed to be a cold and cold wind blew from behind, and his whole body seemed to fall into an ice hole. Master Ma knew some Taoism, but Taoism was just a deceiving person in the village. Without the eyes of the sky and the eyes of the natural yin and yang, how could he see the traces of Jinhu and the others?

Master Ma quickly turned around and saw that there was nothing at all. But Master Ma couldn't let others know that he couldn't see a ghost, even if he was just a little brat.

Although Zhang Jiaohua turned seven, she was very clever. She took advantage of the fact that Taoist Ma turned around and ran out the door. She dried beans and corn (corn) sticks on the drying ground. Zhang Jiaohua grabbed the corn stick and threw it at Taoist Ma.

"Beat your personal trafficker to death! Death liar!"

The five little ghosts were not afraid of the sun, so they followed Zhang Yaohua to pick up the corn stick and smashed it on Taoist Ma.

A scoop is almost three or four taels. The kids in the countryside throw stones in the mountains every day, and the strength of the seven-year-old kids should not be underestimated. With the five kids, the corn sticks flying up that day were like big hail. The kid's strength was even greater than that of Zhang Beghua. Zhang Beghua could only run away with his head in his arms.

Although Master Ma is not very good at Taoism, he is not stupid. Naturally, he can see that it is not only the kid who attacked him. A few little kids must have participated.

Master Ma really has a little bit of Taoism. If he had enough time to prepare, draw a few talismans, and then take out the magic weapon passed down by the ancestor, maybe there would be no big problem to deal with these five little ghosts.

In addition, I thought I could have a big meal at Zhang Yaohua's house today, so when I came, my stomach was empty and I was chased by a few little ghosts and ran around the yard for a while. The little food in my stomach had been consumed, and now my stomach was so hungry that I was rumbled.

It was okay for Zhang Yaohua, but the five little ghosts became more and more experienced and very strong. At the beginning, they threw the bagu stick like Zhang Yaohua, and directly carried the shoulder pole behind them and chased Taoist Ma. It looked like a shoulder pole flying up and chasing Taoist Ma. Taoist Ma was about to raise the stick in his hand to parry it, and the stick fell directly to the ground, and the bells on it made a ding-dong sound. If Taoist Ma could use Taoism to control these bells, they could control these little ghosts in one round, but Taoist Ma was not good at doing well and could not control the string of bells on the stick at all. The string of magic weapons passed down by the ancestor turned into a decoration.

Master Ma threw away his stick and wanted to take things from his body. Master Ma was wearing a Taoist robe and put it in his sleeves. It was easy to take it out, but during this crisis, he couldn't take it out at all. He pulled it hard and the sleeves were torn and the things inside fell out. It seemed like a book, a compass. The compass hit the ground and tinkled it twitched and rolled around the ground for a few times before stopping.

In an instant, Taoist Ma was hit by another shoulder pole, and then he saw a hatchet and an axe flying out of Zhang Yaohua's house. Taoist Ma was scared and almost lost his soul. How could he care about the treasures that fell on the ground? He ran out of the door.

Although Jin Hu and the five little ghosts saw Taoist Ma running away, they did not chase him out of the yard.

The five little ghosts had just burst out all their energy. At this time, when the strong enemy left, they all sat on the threshold and gasped.

"Oops!" After breathing, Zhang Yaohua looked at the bacon sticks all over the floor and immediately cried. He hurriedly ran over to pick up the bacon sticks all over the floor.

"Beggar, let's help you pick it up!" Jin Hu also brought a few friends forward.

A strange phenomenon immediately appeared in the yard. The corn sticks all over the yard flew up and automatically flew into the bamboo mat on the sanitary yard.

Principal Ma ran out of breath and was seen by the villagers.

"Master Ma, why did it turn out like this?" Liu Qianwang, who drove the tractor in Meiziao, was also a character in Meiziao. He looked at the embarrassed Master Ma teasingly.
Chapter completed!