Volume 1 In 2007, I Was Sucked by My Grandma's Golden Silkworm Gu Chapter 7 Tiger Skin Cat
The person who opened the door was a young man in his late twenties and mid-twenties. His facial features and facial features were very similar to those of Zamao Xiaodao. The only difference was that there was an awe-inspiring righteousness between his eyebrows, his appearance was impressive, and his eyes were bright.
He was not as insignificant as Zamao Xiaodao. When he saw Zamao Xiaodao, he was stunned for a moment. Then, as if an American had seen a giant panda, he grabbed Zamao Xiaodao's sleeve tightly, and then shouted loudly into the room: "Grandpa
, grandma, dad, mom, little sister, big brother is back, big brother is back... Come on! Big brother is back!
He was so excited that he laughed and jumped, then hugged Zamao Xiaodao tightly and shouted: Big brother, big brother!
Zamao Xiaodao's eyes suddenly became moist.
After a while, several people gathered around the door. They were all women. Some called me brother, some called me brother, and some called me cousin. A woman stumbled from the west side of the yard. She was about fifty years old, with a sad look on her face and a loud mouth.
Shouting "my son", "my son", he suddenly threw himself into Zamao Xiaodao's arms. Zamao Xiaodao, a guy who usually did nothing but do nothing, suddenly knelt in front of this woman, cried loudly, and said, "Mom."
, the son is unfilial...
I was standing aside with my bag on my back, watching this touching scene of reunion after a long separation without saying anything. I noticed that three more serious-looking men came out of the west room. One was a boy with white hair and a flowing white beard, and the other was a stocky-looking man with rough hands and feet.
, and the other one is a young man with a face like a crown jewel, raised eyebrows, and eyes as sharp as knives. I can guess that the first two must be the grandfather and father of Zamao Xiaodao, but the handsome guy next to me doesn't know.
"You're a bastard, you've been away for eight years and you still know how to come back!"
The white-haired old man looked at Zamao Xiaodao kneeling on the ground and hummed coldly. Zamao Xiaodao was shocked when he saw him. He raised his head and looked at him with tearful eyes. He bowed his head and bowed. He just cried and didn't care.
Talking. From my point of view, my back was twitching and my buttocks were shaking. After a while, the atmosphere became tragic. He raised his head and said, Grandpa, the reason why I was kicked out of the door by my master was not mainly because of me.
The reason is that I have been wandering alone outside these years and dare not go home. It is also because of Liu's words, in order to avoid trouble for my family. I also ask my grandfather and father to forgive me for my infatuation.
…
He cried so sadly that his grief was comparable to that of Erkang. The amount of information in his words was so great that it made me confused and confused. This guy is really a person with stories.
When his grandfather heard these words, his expression changed. He looked at his eldest grandson lying on the ground crying and sighed. He said that whether you blame him or not, eight years have passed for that incident. After all, after all,
I owe him Tao Jinhong. Regarding the Huangshan dragon python, it was his granddaughter who died, but he also got what he wanted. The only way to determine the merits of this matter is with Xiaoqian who is in Youfu... Anyway, I am here.
One day, he, Old Tao, couldn't do anything to the Xiao family. Alas, let's not talk about it. Your grandma has been ill for a long time. You came just in time. Go see her. It's only a few days.
Zamao Xiaodao was shocked, raised his head, and asked where he was.
His brother immediately led him to the west wing. His grandfather looked at me standing at the door, carefully looked at the sophora wood sign on my chest and between my eyebrows, and asked the little friend...? I said I am Xiao Keming.
My friend from the south, named Lu Zuo, had something happen recently, so he came to visit us. He nodded and said that he had something to do today and we would discuss it in detail tomorrow, and asked the handsome man to accompany me to the living room to rest.
They all turned to the west wing.
My family was sick and dying, so I naturally didn’t expect them to entertain me leisurely, so I was led by this man to the living room to sit down. The man’s name was Zhou Lin, and he was Zamao Xiaodao’s cousin.
He sat down with me and without a few words of conversation, he directly asked me if I was a Gu Master?
I was surprised and asked Zhou Lin how he could tell?
Zhou Lin proudly said that he had been familiar with the five arts of metaphysics since he was a child, especially the "Xiang" among them. He even had a little understanding of it. After just one look, it was almost the same. I let him talk, nodded, and showed a smile.
He had an expression of admiration. We chatted like this for more than half an hour. I had been in the car for a day, and my stomach was empty and growling uncomfortably. He just pretended not to hear, and pulled me to talk about his glorious history, not much, such as giving
A certain dignitary told fortunes, and he hit the mark, and then he was treated with courtesy and great pomp. For example... he played the fortune telling, and then he remembered to ask me what kind of Gu I was raising?
Among the eleven kinds of poison, which one will appear?
I felt a little uncomfortable when I asked this. How could such a personal thing be communicated with someone I had met once? I just shied away, but he didn’t ask in detail. He smiled and said something else.
His eldest cousin, whom I haven’t seen for eight years, has become really big. I asked him why he left home and refused to come back. He shook his head and said he didn’t know. There must be some reason for this, but the specifics were
He doesn't know anything.
I discovered that among the people in Zamao Xiaodao's family, Zhou Lin, not to mention others, was in the same line as him and was very talkative.
At this time, someone called him in front, and he agreed, then told me to leave for a while, and then left.
No one was looking at me, so I had nothing to do and picked up a lot of miscellaneous hair in the living room of my house. This is an old-fashioned family. The furniture decoration in the house gave me a feeling of traveling through the Republic of China. As I watched, from
A bird flew outside the house, with bright yellow-green feathers, tiger stripes, and a diamond beak. Its wings spread dozens of centimeters, like a fat hen. It flew around and landed on the coffee table. Its eyes were light yellow, and in the middle
It was black and looked at me brightly.
It glared at me, and I just looked at it, Gu Gu... I was surprised, whose bird is this, and didn't get a cage to keep it?
Then something happened that made my anus tighten immediately. It spoke.
I was suddenly confused. In my whole life, except for seeing animals talking when watching Hollywood movies, I never thought that there are real animals in the world that can have mouths. Although, this guy who looks like a fat hen is just a parrot.
.This is what it said: "I don't call you bird, please call me sir, tiger cat sir, boy!" Looking at this fat parrot with a colorful head and a colorful face, talking to me seriously, it took me a long time to calm down.
I asked Mr. Tiger Cat, whose bird are you? I was just kidding. Who expects a bird that relies on "conditioned reflex" to say a few words to be able to play answering games with you?
Unexpectedly, it actually said: "Boy, I am not anyone else's bird, I am just me, Mr. Tiger Cat!"
At this moment, I finally understood that this fat hen could really understand human speech and speak. I observed carefully and found that it was a budgerigar. The so-called cat master, I don’t know where it came from and why.
After I was surprised and came to my senses, I patiently chatted with it. It was also talkative and kept making noises. After telling me how wise and powerful I was and how extraordinary my horse was, I began to question me and sniffed at me from time to time.
, saying that I smell like a yin spirit.
The way it asked questions was just like Zhou Lin's.
Let me ask Mr. Tiger Cat, do you also understand the gods of yin and yang?
It raised its head proudly and asked me if I knew who he was. I shook my head and said I didn't know. It asked me if I knew what Youfu was? I said I knew a little. It flew over my head, flapping its wings.
, say you know a little bit, just know a little bit? I have been there!
After saying this, it flew out.
I was shocked. I don’t often hear Zamao Xiaodao talk about his family’s affairs, but he said that if Duoduo appeared, it would be best to ask his family. I already knew that he was a half-hearted person, so I didn’t hold out much hope.
, however, when I saw it this time, I was inexplicably shocked. I was blind, and I couldn’t see the good side of his family members. However, just the words of this fat yellow-green parrot were enough to calm me down!
I've heard of people who "walk in the dark", but I've never heard of birds that "walk in the dark".
Moreover, most of the people who have walked in the underworld have only been to a place called "house", which is just the border of Youfu; but this bird has actually been to Youfu. What is Youfu? That is the world where ghosts go.
After the living people have gone, it is difficult for a few to come back. Those who can come back are very powerful characters, such as Jesus. The so-called ghosts are some people who are attached to the world after death and refuse to go to the underworld, so their souls
He became a ghost.
This fat hen-like bird is really powerful, no wonder it can speak human words.
I sat there in fear for a while. I had no idea how Zamao Xiaodao was reminiscing with my family or discussing something. I just felt my stomach growling. At this time, a soft girl with a delicate appearance came in. She came over and asked me about Lu.
Let's go have some supper. I burst into tears, stood up and followed her out. When I came to the kitchen, I sat at the dining table. She worked for a while, then brought me a bowl of chazuke rice and a small plate of meat.
In the front, he smiled and said that he came too late and didn't have time to make it. He just heard from his elder brother that I haven't eaten yet, so I made some hastily. Don't dislike it.
I was hungry too, so I didn’t care about this. I thanked her first and then picked up my chopsticks to eat. This late-night snack was light, but it didn’t suit my appetite and it was comfortable to eat. She introduced herself and said she was a girl from Zamao Xiaodao who is ten years old.
Eight years old, her name is Xiao Kexia. We chatted for a while and found out that the Zamao Xiaodao family also has a large population. There are two uncles, an uncle, and two aunts. One is married, one is practicing in the mountains, and there is a second grandfather.
He died in his early years. She was also very curious about Zamao Xiaodao's current situation. She asked questions here and there. I just picked some nice things to say, but I didn't dare to expose his ugliness.
After dinner, I still had a lot of fun, but it was a pity that it was gone. Xiao Kexia arranged a room for me to rest.
Early the next morning, I was woken up by the movement in the yard. I opened the window and looked around, and saw several people doing morning exercises. There were people doing Wuqinxi, some breathing, and some dancing Yubu. I knew the people inside from Zamao Xiaodao.
My eldest cousin, Zhou Lin, was sitting cross-legged on one side, chanting a mantra over the bucket of rice. The door was pushed open, and a trail of miscellaneous hair appeared. He asked me to follow him to meet his grandfather and father.
I followed him and came to a main room, where I saw Lao Xiao, his grandfather, his father and an uncle (later introduced as his third uncle). After greeting them one by one, they sat down.
When the experts gathered together, I did not hide anything and told them my situation in detail.
Just like the old man who turned the world upside down, Lao Xiao and his grandfather also wanted to see Duoduo now before he could make a decision. I explained my concerns and he said it didn’t matter, he had his own way. So he closed the doors and windows and lit fires in the four corners of the room.
Putting the sandalwood on the rice bowl, I sunk my mind into the locust tablet and recited the unblocking mantra.
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