70s rebirth daily

"So?" Song Fengchen dropped the big yellow croaker in his hand and said in a deep voice.

He was powerless to judge what the old woman was doing.

Say she is cruel, she is also a victim.

Say she is innocent, she can make a living child into a dog, and keep it by her side for more than ten years. I don't know if she will feel terrified when she dreams back at midnight.

And that boy.

It is true that those who do not know are not guilty, and the sins of the parents are beyond his control, but there is no doubt that he killed the child in the old woman's womb.

Then there is Qu Xiaoxiang, he obviously just wanted to burn the adulterer and adulterer to death, but in the end he killed six children in a muddle-headed way. If it wasn't for the old woman's action, he would have died a few decades earlier.

Can it be said that the two of them must be innocent?

In the whole incident, the only ones who are truly innocent are the six children who died in vain.

By the way, there is also the driver who killed the black dog with his car——

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen frowned slightly: "Then the driver's house, can fellow Taoists intervene?"

But he remembered that Qu Zhongjun once said that the driver died of a heart attack caused by arguing with the old woman. Later, when his family was burying him, a wild boar came down the mountain, and half of the dozen or so members of the family died.

It was too much of a coincidence.

Hearing this, the old woman was relieved. How could she not understand Song Fengchen's meaning, and just said: "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, the wrong has its head, and the debt has its owner. I still know this rule."

The implication is that she did mess with the driver's death.

Song Fengchen calmed down, what else could he say, if it wasn't because the driver killed the black dog while drunk driving, the Qu family wouldn't be in this situation, let's say he deserved it.

But for the death of his family, even if the old woman was not the chief culprit, she could hardly escape the blame.

Song Fengchen was a little hesitant. He didn't know whether it was good or bad for him to be involved in such a matter.

As if she had seen through Song Fengchen's thoughts, the old woman only said: "Fellow Daoist, don't think too much, just skip these past events, and you just see it as me asking Fellow Daoist to help suppress this ghost."

Song Fengchen frowned slightly.

That's right, without standing on a moral point of view, his meddling in this matter naturally becomes purely taking people's money and eliminating disasters in nature.

Song Fengchen thought about it, but it wasn't unacceptable.

Anyway, the old lady's health has already collapsed, so it can be regarded as paying the price for what she did, so just treat it as saving Qu Xiaoxiang and his son.

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen's eyes fell on the drawer in front of him. He stretched out his hand, grabbed the white jade wrench and the dozen or so Qing copper coins, and said, "I agree."

The old woman laughed, then panted heavily, covered her mouth, and coughed twice violently.

It would be great to be able to settle a karma with money.

What's more, convincing Song Fengchen is much easier than she imagined.

……

"Where is that ghost now?"

"It's inside my body... I'm making fellow Taoists laugh. I'm old, I can't keep up with energy, and I haven't touched Taoism for more than ten years, and the ghost is coming again. I have no choice but to come out like this." Worst strategy. If Fellow Daoist came even one day late, he might see my dead body."

"How does Fellow Daoist want me to deal with this ghost?"

"It's not difficult. Today is the first day of the new year. Tonight, when the yin energy is at its peak, the ghost will definitely use this opportunity to try his best to break my seal. The moment he comes out is also when he is weakest. By then , it will be easier for Daoist friends to deal with him."

"……it is good."

All the instruments and props should be prepared by the old woman in advance, what Song Fengchen has to do is to persuade Qu Xiaoxiang and his son to go to the guest house.

"No way, the target of the ghost is the old lady. Only if she stays here can the ghost be lured out." Song Fengchen glanced at the old lady and explained.

"Then, okay." Qu Xiaoxiang nodded with difficulty, and then said in a deep voice, "In short, the safety of my wife is in Mr. Song's hands."

As he spoke, he looked at the old woman, who smiled back to comfort her.

Song Fengchen nodded: "Mr. Qu, don't worry, I know it well."

Qu Xiaoxiang took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, then I'll go and pack a few changes of clothes."

After finishing speaking, his straight back instantly bent for half a point.

After seeing off Qu Xiaoxiang and his son, Song Fengchen turned and went into Qu's kitchen. When he came out, he had a few more pancakes and a large bowl full of spicy chicken.

Seeing this, the old woman thought for a while and said, "I remember that there are two bottles of Laobaigan in the cabinet in the corner of the kitchen."

Hearing this, Song Fengchen put down the things in his hands and went back to the kitchen.

"Friend Daoist, I would like to offer you a toast." Song Fengchen picked up the porcelain bowl and touched the old woman.

"Fellow Daoist is polite!"

After taking a sip of strong wine, Song Fengchen bit a pancake and sat on the steps in front of the house, "Fellow Daoist, is it worth it?"

The old lady's nature is not bad, and her ability is not bad, but she played a good deck of cards abruptly into the current state. As a fellow, Song Fengchen couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

"It's not worth it, it's all come to this point." The old woman smiled, a rare piece of literature and art: "My dream when I was young was to be a chivalrous woman, but in the end I became a woman who was dazzled by feelings. lamb, but I never regretted it."

"Tao has a friendly temperament." Song Fengchen thought for a while, and judged others by himself. If Xu Shujian had an accident now, he might not be crazier than the old woman.

The two were chatting all over the world, and just when Song Fengchen was talking, the old woman suddenly interrupted and said, "Friend Daoist, it's almost midnight."

Song Fengchen came back to his senses, only to see the old woman clutching her belly, her face was pale, and the sweat was pouring down her forehead.

Song Fengchen handed her the remaining pancake, and she took it with trembling hands, and stuffed it into her mouth with difficulty.

Then she fell off the chair, curled up in a ball, trembling all over.

Hearing the muffled sobs in his ears, Song Fengchen took a stack of talisman papers, took out one and pasted it on the old woman's forehead.

There was only a stabbing sound, and the talisman paper had a flash of inspiration, and the next moment it ignited spontaneously without fire, turning into ashes.

Song Fengchen did not panic, took out another talisman paper and pasted it.

These talisman papers are all masterpieces of Song Fengchen, in order to consume the strength of the ghost as much as possible.

As the moon rises to its highest point, the hour of midnight arrives.

The old woman grabbed the ground with her head, her face was ferocious, and blood and tears hung from the corners of her eyes.

At this moment, she heard stabbing all over her body, a withered palm came out of her stomach, and blood flowed all over the floor.

As if feeling freedom, the hand tightened and then loosened.

Sudden gusts of wind blew up in the calm courtyard, the old woman spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell crookedly.

She lay flat on the ground, her body twitching, she turned her head to look at Song Fengchen, trying her best not to faint.

Song Fengchen stared at the palm tightly, and saw the other arm stretched out. At the moment a bloody head came out of the old woman's stomach, Song Fengchen's pupils tightened.

He moved, picked up a pair of wooden chopsticks of different lengths in front of him, inserted them into the incense burner for a stir, and then threw them forward violently, the wooden chopsticks turned into streamers of light and shade, and rushed towards the head .

"Pfft-"

Caught off guard, the five brightest streamers pierced into the skull, and continued to fly forward with the head.

Just like pulling out a radish and bringing out mud, with the sound of blood gushing out of the sky and covering the ground, the whole soul body was pulled out from the old woman's stomach by the streamer, and was then pulled out by more than a dozen streamers. nailed to the wall.

"Oh——" The heart-piercing roar almost pierced Song Fengchen's ears. He fixed his eyes and saw that the person on the wall had long hair, a fat figure, but pitifully small limbs. His eyes were red, There are two sharp fangs on the mouth.

Is this a human or a dog?

At the moment when Song Fengchen was puzzled, only a crackling sound was heard, and the streams of light lost their light instantly, leaving only the wooden chopsticks that were forced out of the body by the ghost and fell to the ground.

The ghost landed steadily on the ground. While exercising its muscles and bones, it looked at Song Fengchen with a provocative expression.

It seems to be saying, is this trick just tickling him?

Without raising his eyes, Song Fengchen directly lifted the basket of wooden chopsticks by his feet to the altar.

Another wooden chopstick was thrown out, and the ghost saw it and didn't even hide, but at the moment the wooden chopstick entered his body, Song Fengchen quickly pinched Wu Lei Jue with both hands.

Accompanied by the crackling sound, the streamer wrapped in the power of thunder directly knocked out half of the ghostly aura on Li Gui's body.

"Aw—" The ghost tormented by the bone-piercing pain almost went mad, and with great difficulty, he forced the chopsticks out of his body again.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Song Fengchen waved his hand, and more than a dozen beams of light came towards him.

hide--

The only word left in Li Gui's mind.

Unexpectedly, he dodges faster, and Song Fengchen throws chopsticks even faster.

In just a few breaths, Song Fengchen not only blocked his way of escape, but also turned him into a black charcoal by the way.

Seeing more than twenty streaks of light rushing towards his face, he panicked, his eyes fell on the old woman lying on the ground, his eyes lit up, and he rushed over without hesitation.

Want to get on her body?

no way.

But he didn't want to be at the moment when Song Fengchen was about to make a move to stop him, seeing the fierce ghost who came to the door, the old woman was about to burst into tears, and with the last effort, she bit her tongue fiercely, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood, just right Sprayed the face of the oncoming ghost.

"Ow—"

Li Gui was immediately thrown upside down, and accompanied by a corrosive sound, Li Gui covered his face and rolled on the ground, screaming endlessly.

Song Fengchen's heart relaxed, he tore off the wooden sign around his neck, and walked over.

"No, no..." Seeing Song Fengchen's movements, Li Gui shrank back and hid.

Without hesitation, Song Fengchen slapped the wooden sign on his forehead.

A black light flashed, the ghost was gone, and there was a red line on the wooden sign.

After doing this, he looked back at the old woman, who was picking up the intestines on the ground and stuffing them into her stomach with trembling hands. Noticing Song Fengchen's gaze, she raised her head and smiled contentedly.

Song Fengchen was silent, because he knew that the reason why this matter was so easy was that the old woman used her own life as a pedal.

Before dawn the next day, Qu Zhongjun knocked on the courtyard door.

He was dazed, with a pale face: "Song, Mr. Song, my father is dead."

"How come?" Song Fengchen was taken aback.

"He, he took a whole bottle of sleeping pills."

Is this suicide?

Song Fengchen came back to his senses.

"By the way, Mr. Song, where's my mother?" Qu Zhongjun had a mournful face. At this moment, he smelled a faint smell of blood in the air, and a bad thought immediately arose in his heart.

Song Fengchen glanced at him and turned his body sideways.

Qu Zhongjun looked up. In the yard, there were two benches, a bed board, and a white sheet. Under the sheet, a silhouette of a person could be vaguely seen.

Qu Zhongjun was struck by lightning!