Xu Kun crossed his hands and said: "The Hungry Ghost Festival... which is the Buddhist Obon Festival is coming, and all the counties in the county will hold a large ceremony. By the way, I would like to invite a Taoist master to perform a ritual for the boys of the age of the county chief.
The ritual of 'Heavenly Moxibustion'."
The so-called aerial moxibustion is to use vermilion ink to put dots on a child's forehead, which means it can prevent diseases and plagues.
On many scroll statues, the boys and girls carved in pink and jade have vermilion between their eyebrows.
It is Tianmoxibustion.
This custom was discovered by Zhou Yi from a book.
"Amitabha, what does Xu Langjun mean?" Zhou Yi asked.
Xu Kun said quickly: "My nephews and nephews are also among those who will receive the Heavenly Moxibustion Ceremony this time. I wonder if Master will be able to order Heavenly Moxibustion for them?"
Zhou Yi thought for a moment and said: "If the boy's parents can agree, then there is nothing wrong with it."
Xu Kun breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't worry, master. We are all friends in life and death. What an honor it is to receive moxibustion from the master. By the way, the courtyard I chose for the master is on the south side of the county, a little far from the Xu Mansion, but it is quieter than ever."
"
This time Zhou Yi did not refuse and said with a smile: "Amitabha, Almsgiver Xu, thank you for your trouble. Monks should not be greedy for money and material things. This courtyard should be used as a place for young monks to stay."
"Master is too kind."
Xu Kun was secretly happy.
As long as we can maintain a relationship with Master Yichen, everything will be easy in the future.
Xiangzhu on the side secretly curled his lips, thinking to himself, why don't you just give away a courtyard, and you have to go through so much trouble, going around and around, and pretending to ask a monk for some moxibustion?
Why don't you be so pretentious!
Fortunately, he could finally move out of the former prime minister's mansion, which was destined to be destroyed by the Yinmen.
The interests must be explained to the monk as soon as possible.
Advise him to leave Wenhe County, a place of right and wrong, as soon as possible!
…
Dark clouds shrouded the sky over Guangyuan County.
The downtown mayor street is bustling with people coming and going.
The people looked at the sky anxiously, walking in a hurry and being busy. Some took out paper umbrellas wrapped in oilcloth, and some had already put on their raincoats.
The autumn wind blows through the streets and lanes, picking up dead leaves and dust.
Not long after, the sound of pattering rain echoed through the county government.
However, there was an old man with white hair and a childlike face, a pine-shaped crane bone, and mango shoes with cloth trousers. He rode a donkey upside down and came laughing and joking to a shop with a shabby lintel and white flags hanging low.
He turned over and got off the donkey's back, looked around and saw people coming and going in a hurry, but no one noticed him, so he turned towards the donkey and opened his mouth fiercely.
In an instant, the donkey was swallowed by him.
His belly first swelled like a ball, then quickly shrank and returned to its original shape.
The young man in yellow shirt at the door of the store saw this scene with surprise on his face. He soon saw the secret gesture made by the old man and hurriedly came over to greet him.
The old man nodded slightly and remained silent.
He followed the boy through the old and dilapidated store front hall, and his eyes suddenly opened up.
This hall is luxurious and bright. The candles are as thick as arms, reflecting the screen, and the pearls and jade are beautiful and dazzling.
Several people had already arrived here earlier.
They were sitting on their knees behind the screen, illuminated by candlelight, their faces dim and blurry. They were old and young, male and female.
"Hey, Mr. Ma is here."
"Haha, how come Mr. Ma is interested in coming to this secular place today?"
"Yeah, in the past regular meetings, Ma Laoke could always push things."
Several of them were old acquaintances, of similar seniority, and they joked very casually.
Mr. Ma didn't say anything. He looked around at everyone with a solemn expression and said slowly for a long time: "He Houcai is dead."
The moment the words fell, the hall fell silent.
Some of the Yinmen people present were rubbing their brows, some were tapping on the desk, and some were shaking their heads slightly.
They didn't show too much surprise or sadness. They were already used to life and death.
The woman's sweet voice sounded: "Mr. Ma is good at fortune-telling and pardoning. He said that He Houcai is dead, so He Houcai must be dead. However, He Houcai is the second generation of the top martial artist in the sect. He has successfully opened his mansion and is about to gain enlightenment.
Guanhun. So... it is a martial arts master among bad guys who appeared in Wenhe County?"
Another person said: "Someone once saw the bad guy Captain Wei Youniang, the soul-stealing silver gun, in the Wenhe County government office..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: "The bad guy did go to Wenhe County, but it was not to discover He Houcai, but for another mysterious case."
Everyone looked at the speaker with different expressions.
If Zhou Yi were here, he would definitely recognize him.
This person was none other than the retired delinquent senior who went to Wangcai Village that night, the former deputy commander of delinquents in Guangyuan County, Mr. Fu.
Fu Gong noticed the strange looks from everyone, clenched his fists, coughed lightly, and said calmly: "Although Wei Youniang and the prefecture master have discovered the identity of so-and-so, they have been trapped by so-and-so and will not survive for a few days. You can rest assured. The most urgent task is how to deal with it.
Xu Mansion. Only when Xu Wentai dies will the Xu Party fall apart and no longer be able to influence the government. In the final analysis, it is because Zhao Zhu, a third-generation disciple who has high hopes from the sect leader, has not made a move, so the sect has no choice but to send He Houcai to investigate.
"
The woman's voice sounded again: "Zhao Zhu...could she have discovered the truth of what happened back then...Xu Wentai was not the enemy who killed her father, but actually helped her."
Mr. Fu's eyes flickered: "This is not the key. What scares me the most is... Zhao Zhu discovered what he really is."
The hall fell silent again.
The candle flame hissed and burned.
Long or short figures are reflected on the white paper window, swaying gently.
Against the backdrop of the dark clouds, lightning and thunder outside the hall, the sky looks particularly ferocious and strange.
After a long time, Ma Lao laughed and said: "The seal in the past was sealed by the master of the general altar. She will never wake it up in her life. Everyone, you should think about how to deal with the Xu Mansion. In addition to following the shadow of Xu Wentai,
Is there someone hiding in the Xu Mansion?"
Suddenly, his ears twitched and he turned his head to look out the window.
Susu!
The branches outside the window swayed.
The three-foot-long black wasp flapped its wings and flew away, breaking through the dense rain in the sky and flying towards the west of the county.
"Cowardly monster."
Ma Lao spoke lightly, but there was a hint of caution in his eyes.
"Hmph, the bad guys in Guangyuan County are really a bunch of trash. The monster is right under their noses, but they don't even realize it."
"When the bad commander of Guangyuan County returns to his post, he will be discovered sooner or later."
"These monsters also happen to help us contain bad people."
Ma Lao listened to the discussion of several people and did not participate in it. He just smiled and nodded, while his peripheral vision drifted to Mr. Fu with a gloomy face in the corner.
It always feels like he seems to know something.
About Wenhe County and the truth about what happened that night.
"Oh, old slick guy..."
…
The heavy rain washed away the largest and most prosperous county south of Jueling in the Tang Dynasty.
Everyone was busy taking shelter from the rain, and after a while, there were only a few people on the streets.
Western suburbs, outside the city walls.
Beside the river formed by the intersection of the Jingshui River and the tributaries of the Nanting River, Eguan Bodai, a tall middle-aged man is sitting under the wooden eaves of the waterside pavilion, eyes narrowed, holding a fishing rod and listening to the rain leisurely.
Susu!
A black bee fell from the sky, landed behind the man, transformed into a strange man with a face and bee wings, and kowtowed.
"My subordinates just flew back from Guangyuan County and received news that the Hidden Sect ran into a wall in the Prime Minister's Mansion in the human world, killing a second-generation disciple named He Houcai."
The middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes.
His pupils were like jade-colored glass beads, rotating in the wind.
Even if dark clouds cover the sun and heavy rain pours, they can't weaken the strong halo in his eyes.
"The small Wenhe County has many capable people and strangers. It is indeed the blessed place where the prime ministers of the past were born."
Hearing this, the bee-winged man lowered his head even more: "Yes, the Yinmen of this county seems to have discovered traces of my generation, why not..."
The middle-aged man chuckled and said: "It doesn't matter. The Hidden Door is certainly powerful in the human world, and many monsters and ghosts are afraid of it. But in my eyes, they are just chickens and dogs. I can't move them because this road has been tried before.
However, even if it can be done, it will cost a lot of money. It’s not worth it.”
As he spoke, he raised his head, squinting his eyes and staring at the sky filled with lightning, thunder, and rolling dark clouds.
"Unless you can be as hypocritical as their family, give up the desire to eat people, and show grace day after day and year after year, and appear holy in front of others. Only then can you be able to enlighten the world, hear the news and reach the heaven, control the thunder, and move the clouds and rain."
"What about the Dragon Nine Sons clan..." The bee-winged man took a breath, scratched his head, and asked after a while: "What should we do with the mysterious master who killed Gui Che in Wenhe County?"
Mr. Pingjiang withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "Gui Che and Bai Yu are arrogant to me and want to swallow the bones of the night horse. They are responsible for themselves. It is not a pity to die. But having said that, Mrs. Chu is the lord of the underworld in Wenhe County, commanding ghosts and ghosts.
, I have heard from all directions, how could I really not know the identity of that person? She didn’t know, there is only one reason.”
The bee-winged man frowned and thought, and suddenly realized for a while: "The dignified Lord of Netherworld County is actually afraid of a human being? But that night horse Fu Gu..."
Pingjiang Jun smiled: "The night horse in the bones is the soul of ten thousand horses. It can go up to heaven and down to the earth. It is omnipotent. It is difficult for mortals to approach it. Even the most powerful soul energy master cannot escape this principle.
Besides me, who else in the world can tame that night horse?
When my injury recovers, I will take it back with my own hands."