On the path down the mountain, two figures, one big and one small, were walking down the mountain. However, what made people feel funny was that these two people were wearing clean robes, but they both had no shoes, and they stepped on the muddy path with their bare feet.
On the road.
The two of them each also wore a Taoist crown on their heads, hiding the wounds on their heads. If you didn't look at your feet, the older old man was really a bit of an immortal.
"Master, what are we doing here?"
Ye Tian knew that there were two pairs of brand new cloth shoes in the bag on the old Taoist's back, and he also knew the master's intention of not letting him wear shoes, but he was still puzzled by the old Taoist's behavior.
Are you going down the mountain to cheat?
"Yesterday when I went down the mountain, I saw a white flag hanging in front of the door of a house. I think someone in the family must have died. I will take you to do a ritual..."
As the old Taoist spoke, his feet speeded up a bit. It was a little closer to the main peak of Maoshan Mountain. If he had invited the Taoist priests above, his trip would have been in vain.
"Do...do something?" Ye Tian was shocked by the Taoist's words. This seems to be the job of a monk, right? If a Taoist priest does this, is he a bit of a dog meddling in other people's business?
As if he could read Ye Tian's thoughts, the old Taoist snorted and said, "What's wrong? The "Lingbao Wumeiu Sutra" I taught you to memorize is called "The Sutra of Saving People" for short. It can save three people.
The journey, five hardships and eight difficulties, transcends the three realms..."
What the old Taoist said is reasonable. All monks and Taoists can practice rituals. Especially in the Maoshan area, Taoism is far more popular than Buddhism. If there is something to do at home, Taoist priests are often hired.
It's just that we have just experienced that sensitive era, and the reform and opening up has not been long, and most people don't have any spare money at home, so they don't have to pay so much attention. Ye Tian is so young that he naturally doesn't know this.
"Master, where does that family live?" Ye Tian asked. A child wants to save face. He doesn't want to be seen by his classmates in this outfit. How about making them laugh to death?
The old Taoist priest didn't know Ye Tian's little thoughts and said: "In Maolu Town, walk faster, otherwise you won't be able to reach the place at noon..."
"Why!"
After knowing where he was going, Ye Tian happily agreed and walked a little faster. His school was not in Maolu Town and he didn't know anyone, so he didn't have to worry about losing face.
After arriving at the foot of the mountain, Lao Dao and Ye Tian found a stream to wash their feet, put on their shoes, and walked to Maolu Town. Although it was only more than twenty miles away, they did not arrive at the town until noon.
"Hey, it's the market today..." Ye Tian shouted excitedly after arriving in the town.
In their place, every New Year's Day and the fifteenth day of the lunar month, there is a market in the town, and people from all over the country come here to set up stalls and sell things. The most lively and relatively spacious town is already crowded with people at this moment.
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Located in Maoshan, Ye Tian and Lao Tao's outfits did not appear out of place, because there were many Taoist priests among the surrounding crowd.
"Master, look, there's a monkey tricking there..."
"Hey, Master, look, popcorn..."
Squeezed in the crowd, Ye Tian was already overwhelmed. At this moment, Ye Tian's heart felt that this might be the most lively place in the world.
"Ahem, Master, isn't that our colleague? He's so straightforward. Master, who is more powerful between you and that old man?" Ye Tian's eyes were sharp, and when he saw a fortune-telling stall, he immediately grabbed the old man.
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"Go and go, is this even comparable? Your master used to live in high-end mansions. If he behaves like this, how can he be worthy of the honor of his ancestor?"
The old Taoist's face turned green when asked by Ye Tian's words, how could a direct descendant of Tangtang Mai's line set up a stall on the roadside? Although this divination and divination is the most common in the world, it can be divided into three, six, and nine levels.
People who set up stalls like this on the roadside to read fortune telling and charge RMB 80 per hexagram are the lowest in the industry, and most of them don't have any real talent or knowledge, so only experienced practitioners would disdain it.
"You brat, I'm so exhausted..."
It took a lot of effort to pull Ye Tian out of the crowd. The old Taoist was also tired and panting. He pointed in front of him and said angrily: "Hurry up, or you won't even have lunch..."
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After squeezing from the east end to the west end of the town, there were a lot fewer people going to the market. Following the old road's finger, Ye Tian saw a family with a two-story building.
In this era of transition from a planned economy to a market economy, and still using food stamps, it is a big deal to be able to build such a small building. At least it is a household worth ten thousand yuan.
Normally, such a family would definitely be enviable, but at this moment, people passing by looked at this family with pity in their eyes, and some unkind people also had a little bit of pity on their faces.
The child rejoices in his misfortune.
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In the private courtyard of the two-story building, there was a mourning hall. A woman in her twenties was holding a little boy who was eight or nine months old and had fallen asleep, with a sad look on her face.
"His uncle, why don't you send Xiaojun to the county hospital for a checkup? If he wakes up and starts crying, that's not an option..."
Looking at the pale-faced child in her arms, the woman felt heartbroken. Her husband was gone. If the child had another problem, how would she live in the future?
This is already the fifth day. There were so many people coming to express condolences in the past few days that I didn’t have time to think too much. Now that my husband has gone to the funeral, everyone who should come has arrived, and the yard has become quiet. The cry of the little baby,
It becomes more and more heartbreaking.
A burly man in his thirties was smoking a cigarette. After hearing what the woman said, he stubbed out the cigarette butt on the ground, stood up and said, "Okay, let your sister-in-law take care of you here, and go back and have something to eat."
, let’s go to the county hospital..."
Boss Miao was a little depressed. Since he started running transportation the year before last, his life has been getting better and better day by day. Not only has he become a well-known family worth ten thousand yuan, but more importantly, his second sister-in-law gave birth to a fat boy last year.
For the Miao family, this is a great event. You must know that the two Miao brothers, the elder Miao, gave birth to four children in a row, all of which were daughters. As soon as the second son was born, he was immediately treasured by the whole family.
Incredible.
But who could have expected that the sky would wax and wane, and people would have their fortunes and misfortunes come and go. Just when the days were getting better and better, the second son got into a car accident while driving, and even his body could not be saved.
Whole.
What's even worse is that since the second child was in a car accident, the younger nephew also started to fall ill. He cried all day long and refused to eat. He went to the hospital in the town but found no signs of it.
A series of changes in the family have caused Mr. Miao, a seven-foot-tall man, to have a few gray hairs on his head. For a man in his thirties, his back actually looks a little rickety.
"Oh, Xiaojun woke up again, what should he do, uncle?"
Perhaps the words of the two woke up the child in the woman's arms. The little boy opened his eyes, grinned and started crying, while the distressed woman shed tears again and again.
"No, let's go to the hospital now!"
Mr. Miao threw the newly lit cigarette to the ground, stretched out his hand and picked up the child. When he just reached the door of the yard, he found two people standing in front of the door.
"This real person, may I ask...what can I do for you?"
As one of the first people to become rich after the reform and opening up, Miao Boss was anxious, but he did not lose his etiquette. At the moment, he comforted his crying nephew and looked at the old Taoist priest. As for Ye Tian, who was beside the old Taoist, he was moved by Miao.
The boss automatically filtered it out.
"Wuliangguan, this layman is so polite..."
The old Taoist glanced at Mr. Miao, stretched out his right hand, flexed his index finger (which means one qi transforms into three pure things), raised it to his chest, and said: "My disciples and I passed by here on the way, and found that your house is extremely evil. The location here is
Taoist holy land, I wonder why this layman doesn’t find someone to resolve it?”
The words of the old Taoist priest made Ye Tian secretly roll his eyes, "Looking for someone to resolve it? Then why are you running as fast as a rabbit daddy? Aren't you just afraid of being beaten first?"
However, when he heard the old Taoist mention the Yin evil spirit, Ye Tian raised his head curiously and looked around the yard. He also learned the knowledge about the earth's energy and energy from the old Taoist, but he had never seen anything like the dragon energy Yin evil spirit.
of.
"Huh? What...what's going on?"
Just when Ye Tian was using the knowledge taught by the old Taoist to look at the courtyard, the turtle shell that appeared in his mind in the morning suddenly appeared again, and Ye Tian almost shouted out in shock.
But it was different from the morning. After the turtle shell was spinning around in Ye Tian's mind, the lines on its back shone brightly and suddenly turned into airflow, overflowing towards Ye Tian's eyes.
"Is this...is this the Yin evil that the master calls?"
When that air flow filled Ye Tian's eyes, the scene in front of him seemed a little different from before. On the right side of the mourning hall, there was some faint gray mist.
Although the sun was shining brightly at the moment, this position was blocked by the canvas of the mourning hall, and the light mist still condensed and persisted, appearing somewhat distinct from the sunlight next to it.
"Could this be the ancients' explanation of yin and yang?"
Looking at the strange scene in front of him, Ye Tian had this idea in his mind. As a young pioneer who grew up under the red flag, he was determined not to believe in any ghosts and gods.
And this mist is only slightly cold, and it is not a ghost in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, but it is somewhat similar to the explanation of the ancient word "Qian", that is, "the mist that is spinning and gathering together", which is cold, dark, and gathering.
"Boy, what's wrong?"
Just as Ye Tian was searching for a hundred thousand reasons in his mind to explain the scene in front of him, he suddenly felt his arm being pulled. When he came to his senses, he realized that he was already standing in the yard.
"It's okay, Master, I'm observing the evil spirit you mentioned..." Interrupted by the old Taoist priest, the scene in Ye Tian's eyes returned to its original state, but the faint mist could no longer be seen.
"Have you noticed it too, little real person? Is there really something wrong with my house?"
After hearing what Ye Tian said, Mr. Miao looked at the little Taoist priest with some suspicion. He said that the Taoist did have the air of a master, but what did this little kid know?
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