Yang Ruoqing knitted her brows together and thought: "That yellow-skinned man always appears there. There is probably a reason for that. Brother Big Mao, have you checked it out?"

Zhao Damao shook his head, "Twice in a row, it almost scared me to death. I thought it was unlucky and it was too late. How could I possibly go and investigate something bad about a beast?"

"Whether it's crying or laughing, it's so exciting to listen to it in the middle of the night!"

"Then, Brother Damao, have you told Taoist Yuan about this?"

"I never said that Taoist Yuan is so busy. He is busy practicing Taoism, or he is discussing Taoism with others, or he is helping fellow villagers from ten miles and eight villages to do fortune-telling. How can I distract him with these things?

Woolen cloth?"

"What's more, in the mountains, some strange things are nothing. You can't bother Taoist Yuan with everything, right? And I haven't seen that yellow man again for several months, so I don't want to mention it again...

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Yang Ruoqing smiled bitterly, "The torch we picked up today reminds you of old things again..."

Zhao Damao also smiled bitterly, waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, it's a blessing, not a curse, and you can't avoid it. You picked this up in the grass outside, which means that the beast ran out again in the past two days!"

"Brother Da Mao, I'll tell you the truth, that yellow-skinned guy came out again last night."

Yang Ruoqing also told Zhao Damao about the encounter between the Da Sun family and Huang Pizi last night.

Sure enough, Zhao Damao's expression changed again.

"What's going on with that beast? He's so restless. Are your mother and the others scared?" Zhao Damao asked nervously.

Yang Ruoqing smiled faintly, "That's a bit. No, it's impossible for me to come to the Taoist temple with Tang Yazi!"

Zhao Damao looked towards the side room in the backyard of the Taoist temple with a face full of embarrassment: "You came here specially, but Taoist Master Yuan is not here, so you ran away in vain..."

Yang Ruoqing said: "There is nothing we can do about this."

Since Daochang Yuan is not here, there is no need to stay here for a long time. Yang Ruoqing gave Luo Fengtang a look. Luo Fengtang nodded. The two stood up. Yang Ruoqing had just said goodbye to Zhao Damao. Luo Fengtang, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke:

"Brother Da Mao, do us a favor."

"Ah? What are you doing? Tang Yazi, just do as you ask." Zhao Damao was a little surprised by Luo Fengtang's opening, and then continued, feeling quite flattered.

Yang Ruoqing also looked at Luo Fengtang in surprise, wondering what help he wanted from Zhao Damao.

What can Zhao Damao do to help?

When Yang Ruoqing was puzzled, Luo Fengtang spoke again: "Brother Da Mao, help us find two amulets or something like that."

amulet?

Zhao Damao was a little overwhelmed and didn't understand why Luo Fengtang made this request.

If you want to ask for something rare, Zhao Damao can understand.

But Taoist temples are most indispensable for things like amulets.

Husband and wife connected, and Yang Ruoqing suddenly understood Luo Fengtang's intention.

This is to bring the amulet back to Mrs. Sun. It doesn't matter whether the amulet is useful or not. The important thing is that bringing this thing back can make Mrs. Sun feel at ease and calm. This is no longer an amulet, but a reassurance.

But, why do you need to bring two of them back? Do you want Sun to have one on his left hand and one on his right hand?

Soon, Zhao Damao ran back from the hall with two more things in his hand.

One is a sachet, which is made of yellow silk with Bagua embroidered on the bottom.

There is also a small Bagua mirror with red silk thread strung at the bottom.

"These two things are enshrined in front of the statue of Taishang Laojun. They are influenced by incense every day and have been blessed." Zhao Damao handed the things to Luo Fengtang's hands with both hands.

Luo Fengtang put it away properly and thanked Zhao Damao.

The husband sang and the wife followed, and Yang Ruoqing naturally agreed and thanked Zhao Damao again, and then the couple left the Taoist temple with the amulet.

"Tangyazi, why do you ask for two?" Yang Ruoqing asked straight to the point on the way.

Luo Fengtang said: "I will send another one to my aunt to give her peace of mind."

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, "Your nephew and son-in-law are so thoughtful!"

It was almost noon when we got home, but Yang Huazhong and the others were not back yet.

"Do you need me to go to Lijia Village to check out the situation?" Luo Fengtang asked Yang Ruoqing's opinion.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while and shook her head.

"No need, we'll just stick to our original plan," she said.

Luo Fengtang nodded.

"Xiao An came back after buying a lot of things. I went to see if he needed my help to organize the things." He added.

There are a lot of things to do in hosting a banquet, involving all aspects. Yang Huazhong is not at home, Mr. Sun is ill, and it is inconvenient for Old Yang to sit in a wheelchair, so as the eldest brother-in-law, Luo Fengtang feels it is necessary to go and help.

"You might as well go and help him. Xiao An is really inexperienced. Things will be in a mess by then, and I don't know where the things that I need to use temporarily have been stuffed."

With Yang Ruoqing's approval, Luo Fengtang turned around and went to find Xiao An.

Yang Ruoqing, on the other hand, went straight to the backyard to find Ms. Sun and give her reassurance.

He Lian'er was standing by Sun's bedside, holding a bowl in her hand and apparently giving her noon medicine.

"Mom, how do you feel after a good sleep?" Yang Ruoqing put her hands behind her back and entered the room with a smile.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming over, Mrs. Sun's eyes glowed with joy, "I feel much more comfortable, and my whole body feels much lighter."

He Lian'er also said to Yang Ruoqing: "After my mother woke up, I boiled two eggs for her to eat."

Mrs. Sun smiled and nodded, "No, in order to dare to recover before Da'an and the others come back, I am still waiting to hold my Fuwa."

"You can't hold Feng'er anymore, right?" Yang Ruoqing asked jokingly.

Feng'er is already over seven years old and will be eight after the Chinese New Year. Sun will definitely not be able to hold such a big child.

"Feng'er must have grown a lot taller. He is about the same age as Da Shunzi. Look at Da Shunzi, he is already taller." Sun added.

He Lian'er smiled and said: "Although I haven't met my nieces and nephews yet, I heard Xiao An mention them often. According to the stature of my brother and sister-in-law, Feng'er's size is definitely not lower than Dashunzi's."

Yang Ruoqing gave He Lian'er an approving look, "There are no short children in our family. In the future, your little An's children will definitely be tall and tall. This is what I am saying now."

He Lian'er's face turned red. It was said well by others, but why did the topic suddenly turn to her? How embarrassing!

He Lian'er lowered her head and blushed as if she was drunk.

However, Yang Ruoqing's words touched Sun's heart. Sun looked at He Lian'er and beamed with joy, as if her eldest grandson had taken a big step closer to her.

He Lian'er felt even more embarrassed when she was looked at, "Well, I, I'm going to the kitchen first."

Looking at the back of He Lian'er running away in a hurry, Sun said: "This girl is so shy."
Chapter completed!