The wind in the courtyard died down, and the swaying lantern gradually became still, illuminating the couple under the eaves, who were hugging each other and looking around.
The coldness before had faded from the courtyard, and the blue light that jumped above the courtyard also disappeared into the night in an instant.
"Taoist... Taoist..."
Liu Yuanwai boldly walked down the steps carefully, broke free from the pull of his old wife, and shouted twice at the fat Taoist who was standing motionless at the altar. If he saw no movement, he asked a nursing home not far away to go and take a look.
.
The guardian bravely moved closer and put his hand on the fat Taoist's shoulder. The Taoist shouted "Ah--" and jumped up on the spot. The guardian was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.
"Ahh——"
The fat Taoist didn't want his mahogany sword anymore. He knocked over the altar and ran towards the courtyard gate in a fit of piss. He knocked over the servant who was coming towards him and fell into the lotus pond. He was so angry that he rushed to the long street with a loud voice.
The heartbreaking feeling gradually faded away.
"Taoist Priest——"
Liu Yuanwai shouted, turned around and pulled his old wife to push open the door of his son's room. The figure on the bed still didn't wake up. Only then did he realize that he had been deceived again, and he beat his chest in anger.
"Master." The steward of the house stood at the door in fear, "Calm down, the blue light in the sky just now could not have come from some outsider who came to help."
When Mrs. Liu on the side heard this, she vaguely seemed to see where the blue light was coming from, and hurriedly grabbed her husband's arm.
"Sir, that light seems to be rising from the west wing."
West Wing?
Liu Yuanwai remembered that no one had lived there for a long time. A big banquet was recently held and the theater troupe from Funiu Town was allowed to live there. Could it be that the master was among them?
Suddenly I remembered the way those three people tried to stop me during the day.
"Hurry up, follow me there——"
Liu Yuanwai immediately walked out of the room, asked the maid to carry a lantern, and rushed to the west wing with a group of nurses.
The courtyard the group passed through, the night sky above, the cold moon showing a corner of the clouds, white flags floating in a certain house in Qingshan County, a burning brazier, paper money flying with sparks, a pond mixed with ash, the slightly undulating water surface reflecting the octagonal
Pavilion.
The figure sitting cross-legged in the pavilion slowly opened his eyes, his body froze, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He brushed his fingers over the cooking utensils on the table, stood up and walked out of the pavilion, holding his chest, and came to the burning brazier in front of the central hall. He was exhausted.
He sat down and threw the unburned paper money into the fire.
On the altar table in the middle of the door are two brand-new spiritual tablets, one for his son and the other for his wife.
An old servant at home came over holding a handkerchief.
"Master... let's forget it. Your body and bones can't hold it. If you drag it on any longer, I'm afraid..."
The figure who burned away the paper money was about fifty years old, with a gray beard. He looked at the burned paper money in the basin and gritted his teeth.
"It won't take long. I originally wanted to torture their family and taste the heart-breaking pain. Today my spell was broken, and the Liu family must have asked someone from the Taoist cult to help. After I suppress the injury, I will come to the door tomorrow night to fight in person!"
The old servant looked at the two spiritual statues placed in the hall and sighed.
The old man did not have a close relationship with the Liu family in the city, but they had some contacts. The two young men often got together to drink and visit brothels. But two months ago, the two young men had a fight over a woman. During the fight, the broken vase was taken by the Liu family.
The man in the chaos took it in his hand, waved it randomly, and cut open his young master's neck.
When he rushed there with the master, he had already bled to death. Within two days, his wife hanged herself at home because of the pain of losing her son, and he went with him. When encountering such a disaster, let alone the master, he has served in the mansion for many years.
The old servant couldn't help crying.
Later, he saw the master take out the treasure box, which contained a black talisman for the Liu family.
In the early years, he heard his wife accidentally mention that the master had an adventure when he was young, and was accepted as an outer disciple by an expert, and he learned some wonderful magic.
I think that black talisman was a gift from an expert.
Sure enough, within a few days, I heard that the young master of the Liu family fell into a deep sleep, but every time he used the talisman, his face would become extremely ugly, and he would look older day by day.
The old servant shed tears and opened his mouth to persuade me again.
The old man opposite clenched his teeth, his cheeks tightened, and his hoarse voice came out between his teeth.
"My son has gone, and so has my old wife. How can the Liu family's son be left alone to live? I want the Liu family to experience the pain of annihilation."
The wind rushed under the eaves, carrying little bits of firelight to fly into the night sky. In the west wing of Liu's house, the lantern in front passed the crescent gate. Liu Yuanwai quickly approached the eaves. Before he reached the door, the sound was already heard.
Shouting.
"Master in the courtyard, please see me!"
The old man's voice was not loud, but it was very clear in the quiet courtyard, causing Old Man Zhao and others who were sleeping in the room to wake up. When they heard the second voice, they knew it was Liu Yuanwai's words, and they all hurriedly put on their clothes.
When he opened the door and came out, Chen Yuan was also woken up, but he did not go out. He was sitting on the floor and yawning. He was not yet awake.
Outside, old man Zhao saw that it was Mr. Liu who was coming, so he hurriedly put on a single coat and went out, holding his hands in greeting as he walked.
"Commissioner, I came here late at night. What can I do for you?"
As soon as these words came out, Liu Yuanwai was stunned for a moment, and he came over in a hurry, not thinking about what to say. Could it be that there was a saint here before, and he came here specially to invite him?
After thinking for a moment, the old man called Old Zhao aside.
"Leader Zhao, are there any visions here tonight?"
Vision?
Old Zhao's expression was startled. He was sleeping soundly, but he didn't notice any difference. He immediately shook his head and said, "Please let me know clearly."
The member of the staff glanced at the theater troupe standing under the eaves. Not to mention the old clothes, most of the people had slanted eyebrows and a bunch of crooked melons and cracked dates. It was difficult for them to have the image of a superior person.
After hesitating for a moment, he still said: "Just now, something happened in the east chamber. Suddenly there was a strong wind and it was extremely cold. The Taoist priest saw that the situation was not good and was scared away. But then, a green light suddenly appeared.
Crossing over to eliminate the vision, my wife said that the green light originated from here, so she came over to ask if there was an expert here, Liu would just like to pay a visit!"
The old man downplayed the embarrassment of accidentally asking for leave as a Taoist priest, but the matter of asking for a master made Old Man Zhao a little embarrassed. The masters in his impression were mostly green forest warriors who traveled around the world, heroes, the kind of people who were so bright that they could reach the sky.
He never thought about the scene, how could he answer the question?
At this time, someone under the eaves said: "Executive member, we have already said before that the Taoist priest is fake. Do you believe it now?"
Officer Liu looked at the man outside. He was tall and burly. Although he was wearing simple clothes, he carried a powerful figure. Why didn't he feel it when he scolded him during the day?
Since we can't find out who the master is, he must be among them. As long as we take good care of this troupe, we don't believe that the master will not come to the rescue in times of crisis.
Chen Yuan was leaning against the door frame, and he could hear clearly what was said outside.
That blue light came from here, but he was the only one who had cultivation. His Taoism was still very shallow. He could only practice cultivation with half a foot, and he could only become a paper frog if he could master the spells.
He looked back and glanced around the room, his eyes finally landing on the golden-armored and green-robed puppet on the box.
The Guan Gong wood carving is slightly dim.
Chen Yuan was talking outside when no one was paying attention. She approached the wood carving and looked at it carefully. She looked thoughtfully at the incense burnt out in the small stove, then lit another stick of incense and inserted it into the stove.
Green smoke curls up.
In the field of vision, the wooden sculpture had a faint light and solidified, and its expression became lifelike.
"As expected."
Chen Yuan suppressed the excitement in her heart and followed the method of driving the paper frog and urged it on the wooden sculpture, but unfortunately it did not move.
The oil lamp flickered, illuminating his figure as he sat on the ground, listening to the noise outside, and thinking to himself.
perhaps.
It's because my cultivation level is too shallow...