[Shuili Township, Xiacheng].

Qi Wuhuo looked at the address left by the murdered girl at that time, but he still made a fool of himself and went out of the door. However, when he walked out, he turned around and saw the city gate. There was a very majestic city tower above the main gate of the city. The main hall In the highest place, there are majestic bronze statues of divine beasts lying on both sides, which are for the purpose of mocking Feng and pepper.

He likes to look far away, while Jiaotu is disgusted with the enemy entering his nest.

There are many statues above the city gate and tower.

But Qi Wuhuo always felt that the mocking wind on the gate of Zhongzhou City seemed a little strange.

I always feel like I am alive, and I seem to have looked at myself just now.

Then he immediately turned his head away.

Now my eyes were staring straight at the clouds over there.

‘Is it an illusion?’

The young Taoist was surprised, and then he noticed the mockery wind staring at him.

A slight salute towards the statue.

I saw that the mocking wind seemed to shake a few times, and my eyes were obviously slanted. It was obvious that the stone sculptures seemed to have a stiff feeling.

"It's indeed a big city in Zhongzhou, which is different from dreams."

Qi Wuhuo thought about it and recorded this matter in his heart.

Immediately, the only way to operate the earth is followed by the direction of the jade book recorded by Tao Taigong. Even if you use the help of the earth veins, you don’t have to worry about losing your way. Zhongzhou Prefecture City is the most prosperous place in Zhongzhou, even in the empire. , but the people who are inferior to the capital and who can live in the city [inside the house] only occupy a small part, most of them are in the villages outside.

There are still such divisions as villages, towns, and villages.

Shuili Township is not too far from the Fucheng.

It is based on a village near the river in the capital city and near the water. When Qi Wuhuo went there, it was still early, and the river flow rate in winter seemed to be slower. The whole village was considered wealthy, and people could be seen coming and going, and the expression on their faces I am happy and happy. Many families have posted couplets and are ready for the New Year.

The young Taoist saw an old man sitting on a lounge chair, lazy and basking in the rare warm winter sun.

So he went up to ask, proof of what the girl said to him at that time, and said that he only knew the girl and was entrusted to come to this village. The old man was holding a book in his hand and raised his eyes. Looking at him, he said, "You are talking about Zheng Xiu's family. Her daughter has been lost for a long time. Is there any news coming back?"

"Dare you ask the old man, where is her home now?"

"Her family? Oh, things are complicated. Little Taoist priest, please follow me, I will lead you."

The old man shook his head, put the book in his hand around, and then signaled Qi Wuhuo to follow him.

While chatting, Qi Wuhuo knew that the old man had studied and passed the exam for a scholar, but he was not satisfied with his career. He returned to his hometown when he was old, read and appreciated flowers every day, and taught the children to read. I was happy and mentioned the missing child again. I also sighed for a long time, saying that I had taught her that I had read books and wrote words, but I never thought that it would disappear suddenly.

The old man walked to the door, stopped suddenly, looked at Qi Wuhuo, and said, "Little Taoist, tell me."

"Is that child already..."

The old man wanted to speak but stopped.

Seeing the expression of the young Taoist, I had guessed something, but I was just sighing.

He patted the door and shouted, "Xiao Lian, Xiao Lian?" After shouting a few times, no one answered, he pushed open the door and signaled Qi Wuhuo to come in. The yard seemed to be an ordinary farmer, and the land on one side was originally It should be cultivated, and some vegetables are planted, but they are already deserted. The courtyard is covered with dust and weeds. It is obvious that the New Year is coming, but there is no preparation.

The old man patted the door, and a voice came out after a while.

A person was fumbled out from the door. The girl's mother should be less than forty years old. Now she looks withered and has a bone-shaped body. Most of her black hair has turned into white hair. The black hair underneath is also full of withered colors, like the dead grass after autumn—

The roots have been broken and there is no nutrient, and the vitality has disappeared like a floating flower.

The old man sighed.

His expression was gloomy.

"When she was a child, I hugged her."

"When she was born, I was just your age and was young. I watched her grow up and never thought it would become like this."

The old man quietly spoke up with Yumao.

The woman just said, "Ah, is it Brother Zhou?"

"You are here to find me. Did my girl find it? Or did you know about her?!"

The woman said expectantly, but her eyes were dull and the direction she looked at was not right. Qi Wuhuo did not ask, but said, "I have news about her..."

"ah!"

The woman became excited when she heard this. She walked forward, but instead hit the table next to her. The thing fell down. She staggered and fell down on the ground, but she just stretched out her hands to pull Qi Wuhuo thought. The palm that was about to support her was almost distorted, and she said:

"Thank God, thank God!"

"Thank you to the Bodhisattva, to the Buddha, to thank you to the Jade Emperor, my daughter, daughter..."

She cried.

The old man was about to say that this was a Taoist priest. How could you say that he was a Buddha and Bodhisattva if you want to thank him?

The young Taoist half-kneeled down, gently supporting the wrinkled palms with both hands, and his voice was gentle, and he replied:

"Well, the Bodhisattva will bless her... and bless you." The woman seemed to have suffered a huge impact, cried and fell asleep in a drowsy way. Qi Wuhuo pushed open the door, and even had a breath of breath. As if he was about to slowly decay, he helped the girl's mother back on the bed.

Then take the pulse for him.

The old man stood beside him.

Qi Wuhuo raised his hand after a long time and said, "I have a stubborn disease in my body... I am sad and hurt my body, and my soul is consumed greatly; I also have less food, and my body's vitality has been greatly damaged... I have to be damaged. Rest in peace and quiet, otherwise, I may not be able to live long.”

"Just her eyes."

Qi Wuhuo looked at the old man.

The old man said, "...She was not in good health at first, but later she tried to get her eldest daughter. You know, many people in the village were sick and couldn't bear to see a doctor. So she worked hard to endure it, and then she got sick. ; My daughter finally raised her up and asked us to help find a good husband's house, but later my daughter pushed her to treat her and said that if she went there, she was too far away from home."

"The in-laws don't want her to go there either, they even had a big fight."

"Later, the girl disappeared."

"Her mother dragged her body to search, searched and searched, but she couldn't find it after searching for several months. She couldn't do anything and couldn't walk. She had to cry, and her eyes were blind."

"But I dare not die yet."

"I'm afraid that my daughter will not be able to find me when she comes back one day."

"Just hold on, we will give her some food, and we will come to eat."

"As human beings, this is how hard it is. No matter how hard it is, you always have to endure it if you don't want to die."

The old man was talking.

Qi Wuhuo was quiet for a long time. He stretched out his hand and pointed it out. He just instantly tapped the acupoint on the woman's body on the bed. In an instant, even the old man felt her breath becoming stable, and the boy seemed to have a look of expression. A little pale, the old man was surprised and said, "This is..."

Qi Wuhuo said: "The so-called acupuncture is just to strengthen the righteous energy and drive away evil spirits."

"Since that's the case, it is a more direct and simple method to use my energy as a needle to stimulate its own vitality."

"I will help her recover her energy and recuperate before leaving."

The old man looked at the young man with needles and couldn't help but say, "Do you have anything to do with her?"

The Taoist replied: "It doesn't matter."

"Then why did you do this?"

Qi Wuhuo replied: "Promise."

"And, the one who harmed her daughter was a Taoist priest, and after all, he was a Taoist disciple."

“It should be like this…”

The old man was even more puzzled and asked:

"I am a Taoist disciple, what does it have to do with you?"

The young Taoist did not answer, and in the end he just smiled gently:

"My cultivation is low."

"It doesn't matter if you can help."

There was a roll of white paper in his sleeve, which read the experiences of countless people. He once sighed that a person's life and death was just a line of words, a little ink mark. Now I know that the little words, a little scratch, is so important.

So big.

The young Taoist helped clean up the chaotic house, and the old man also helped.

Finally it was much cleaner and completely refreshed.

The old man sighed: "It's rare for the Chinese New Year, I'll bring some red paper couplets here, and I have to write a post from the Kitchen God."

He went to get the red paper, and Qi Wuhuo picked up his pen to write.

The boy wrote a couplet, and the old man couldn't help but applaud and said, "What words are good, what words are good!"

"I write better than the old man. Come on, come on, you can write this post from the Kitchens."

Qi Wuhuo picked up his pen.

The things and emotions that Huang Liang Yimeng experienced are gradually forgotten, but what he once mastered has truly survived. The practitioner's control over the body allows him to use his calligraphy that was once unconfused, so he wrote.

The next text post for sacrifice, prayer and blessing, I hope the Kitchen God can bless this miserable person in the second year.
To be continued...