When Zhang Taijin walked into the Patriarch's Temple carrying a bag of things, the little kid hadn't woken up yet, and was still lying on the futon with his butt sticking out. Zhang Taijin felt a little sad when he saw it, and quickly put down the things and prepared to help the little kid up.
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When I walked over, I glanced at the Eight Immortals table and I was scared out of my mind. There was a table of Patriarch's power talismans on the table, which was not fun. I didn't even bother to pick up the little kid, and quickly knelt on the ground to beg for mercy.
: "The Patriarch atones for his sins. The Patriarch atones for his sins. My little disciple is naughty and ignorant of the importance. I have invited all the Patriarchs here and I hope you can forgive me. Don't let any cause and effect fall on my little disciple. I am willing to bear all the consequences."
When Zhang Taijin came back from his trip, he originally wanted to pay respect to his ancestor. He quickly put the three animals he had obtained on the table, burning incense and paper money for a long time.
"Master, why did you come back?" Chang Xing opened his eyes in a daze. It was already late, and the light in the Patriarch's Temple was dim. Chang Xing rubbed his eyes. He was sleeping in a fog, and he didn't know what time it was.
Evening or morning.
"Are you hungry?" Zhang Taijin felt extremely distressed when he saw his disciple like this. He was just about to give the boy a harsh lesson, but soon stopped.
"I'm starving to death, Master. You're feasting and feasting at other people's homes, while my disciple is starving alone in the temple." Chang Xing pouted his mouth, his eyes suddenly turned red, and tears were about to appear.
It fell down.
"Don't cry, don't cry." The old Taoist hated his disciple's tears. When he saw his miserable appearance, he immediately panicked.
"Then you will take me with you when you go down the mountain."
"Gotta have it. Gotta have it."
"You also want to take me to the streets."
“If you want it, you must have it.”
"I also want to eat noodles and dumplings."
"If you want, Master will support you. Good disciple, don't cry."
"I'm hungry." Chang Xing's stomach growled.
"Disciple, wait a moment, master will make something for you. Tonight, let's eat some chicken." The old Taoist quickly scooped up a bowl of rice, then stuffed a handful of fir leaves into the stove, and took a box from the stove.
The match, as the match was struck, flashed in the room, and a yellow flame swayed on the head of the match.
The old Taoist lit the fir leaves, and the fire in the stove suddenly illuminated the Patriarch Temple.
Chang Xing didn't wait for the old man to speak, he walked to a log pile next to the stove and sat down, using iron clamps to put firewood into the stove. He had already learned the secret of controlling firewood at a young age.
The old Taoist went over and cut the chicken into pieces and took out some dried chili peppers from the house.
Not long after, the aroma of chicken began to fill the Patriarch Temple.
In the bushes a few feet away from the Patriarch's Temple, the unlucky cow and cat was preparing to treat the severe physical and mental trauma suffered today with sweet dreams. He glanced at the Patriarch's Temple with resentful eyes, and cursed the hateful little kid a few more times in his heart. Suddenly
, the old cat’s nose sniffed a few times, the smell of chicken! This damn little brat! He’s eating meat again!
The old cat tossed and turned in its nest, rolled many times, and couldn't sleep at all. So it slipped out of the nest and ran towards the little light in the distance.
The old Taoist looked at his disciple who was grabbing a chicken handle with one hand and chewing on the chicken leg meat, and finally a happy smile appeared on his face.
"Is it delicious? If you want to eat it, master will go down to the mountain more often and bring you chicken nuggets."
"It's delicious. Next time I go down the mountain, I'll go with you. Master, have you forgotten again?" Chang Xing said.
"Oh oh oh, yes, I will go with the master next time." The old Taoist nodded hurriedly and replied.
"Master, there was a big black cat today that was so hateful that it almost stole the pig's head meat." Chang Xing became very angry when he thought of the black cat. He was always thinking about my meat.
As soon as the cow cat walked to the door, it heard the kid saying bad things about it. Of course, it couldn't understand it, but it couldn't help but eavesdropped through the crack in the wall. The old guy was also back, and now it was in trouble.
I'm afraid I won't have a good meal today. Smelling the aroma of chicken, the saliva from the corner of the old cat's mouth couldn't help but drip out.
"Next time it comes again, master will break its legs. It dares to steal my precious disciple's pig head meat." The old man almost spoiled the little brat to the sky.
The old cat felt a chill on his neck and felt a cool breeze blowing from nowhere. The old cat had a very bad premonition.
"Disciple, did you draw the Patriarch's Powerful Talisman on this table?" the old Taoist asked.
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The old Taoist almost slipped off the stool and fell directly to the ground. Can the Patriarch do this?
"Disciple, Master tells you that you are not allowed to fool around like this in the future. You cannot invite the ancestors casually. As the saying goes, it is easier to invite gods than to send them away. The ancestors are cultivating immortals. If you invite them here, you will disturb their practice.
They will be angry. When they are angry, they might spank your butt and make your butt swollen." The old man quickly threatened, but he couldn't let this guy behave like this.
"Master, you are lying. I invited a table of ancestors today, why didn't they get angry and spank me? Maybe they were tired from practicing and came out for some fresh air. They would be very happy," Chang Xing said.
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"Who said that?" said the old Taoist.
"Every time we invite our ancestors, we serve them meat and wine. Don't they just like to smell these? I invite them to come out and smell it together, and they will definitely be happy." Chang Xing said seriously.
The old man scratched his head, he couldn't say no to the little brat! How about pressing him on his legs and spanking him?
"Master, come here, your favorite chicken butt."
The old Taoist was in tears, his disciple was really filial, forget it, he still couldn't bear to beat him.
The old cat is also crying all the time. How can you push me back and forth and make this old cat feel so embarrassed? Who can give me a piece of chicken? That little brat, after chewing the chicken legs, even broke the chicken bones and sucked them clean. It's really disgusting.
Ah! Bones can’t kill you!
I don't know if it was the old cat's curse that worked or something else, but the kid really got his bone stuck.
I was crying, I couldn't spit it out, I couldn't swallow it, even swallowing a rice ball didn't work, and my throat only became more painful.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, Master will just give you a bowl of water."
The old Taoist went to the water tank and scooped out a bowl of water. He drew several circles on the surface of the water bowl with his index finger and recited a mantra to go down to the sea: The gods in the southeast are like the sea, and the gods and ghosts love the righteous water. When the sacred water enters the throat, ten thousand bones turn into water.
Then he drew a symbol out of thin air. One dot up, three dots down, three dots left, and two dots right.
"Come, come, disciple, don't cry. Drink it and your bones will melt."
Chang Xing drank the water with tears in his eyes. The bones stuck in his throat seemed to soften all of a sudden, and the juice went down his throat.