Daoist has facial paralysis

The Daoist priest of Southwest was sitting in the hall on the first floor, holding a cup of tea. Next to him, the three black-haired zombies that the Daoist priest had subdued were wiping the table, the chair, and the floor. The Taoist priest watched silently for a while, and sighed... Just no cooking.

A ghost king wandering nearby suddenly came through the wall, "Master Daoist, your nephew is sleeping on the main road after drinking too much."

Dongxinan put on a coat and walked to the road. He saw a figure lying under the street lamp at a glance. He walked over, knelt down and pushed the young man on the ground, "Elbe?"

Zhou Yibei lay on the ground without moving, the Taoist priest frowned and picked him up.

After returning home and putting him on the bed, the Taoist priest noticed something in his hand, gently opened his fingers, took the white jade talisman with mottled blood spots, and found that he didn't know how to scratch it in the palm of his hand. The cut was very deep, and the edges were white and no longer bleeding.

The Southwest Taoist priest casually put the jade talisman into his coat pocket, held the young man's hand, with a helpless look on his face, a blue figure appeared out of thin air, took the ointment and gauze and disappeared.

"Hmm..." Zhou Yibei moved slightly, opened his eyes, looked confused, and stretched out his hand towards him, "Master Uncle..."

The Taoist priest helped bandage the wound, and teased, "You went out to meet a little girl in the afternoon, did you drink too much for your courage?"

"Uncle Master..." Yi Bei got up in a daze, and hugged the neck of the Daoist in the Southwest. The Daoist patted his nephew on the back helplessly, "Good boy, lie down."

After settling down the little nephew who had returned drunk, the Taoist priest went upstairs to take a bath, and after offering incense to Patriarch Sanqing, he turned around and went into the inner room to sleep.

In the dead of night, the sound of breathing in the house became long, ghost kings wandered in the hall, and zombies lined up on the balcony to absorb the moonlight.

They suddenly felt a strange movement together, and turned their heads to the Taoist priest's room. After a while...nothing happened, and they all returned to their original state and got busy with their own affairs.

The Taoist priest lay on the bed with his eyes firmly closed, a light flashed in the pocket of the coat hanging on the hanger, the jade talisman shook, and a human figure condensed.

His features are clear but full of vicissitudes and fatigue, a face exactly like Zhou Yibei's, older, 28 or [-] years old.

The translucent figure seemed very weak. He slowly climbed onto the bed, curled up beside the Taoist priest, stared at the Taoist priest's face, and murmured words that no one could hear, "Master, I miss you..."

Dongxinan opened his eyes, and the mysterious figure disappeared into the air. He turned his head and saw an empty darkness. He groped for something hard with his fingertips. The Taoist priest took it in his hand. It was the jade talisman, which was warm to the touch, like Lips gently kissed the palm of the hand.

……

another three months

Finally, after [-] days of injury, Zhou Xiaodao's long legs are almost healed, and he plans to go to Yunnan to visit the witchcraft town.

The Southwest Taoist priest listened to his nephew finish his journey plan, looked at him silently for a while, then turned around and picked up Wu Bai and walked to the third floor, "Wubai, do you think this little bastard left on purpose? Tell me such a thing? You can trick me into going with him." The Taoist chief thought about his growing stomach, so he could only agree to the invitation of his nephew who was "deliberately calculated".

Facts have proved that the saying "If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first grasp this man's stomach" is a wise saying.

……

six forty pm

Kunming-Guangzhou Expressway

The two people who took a private plane all the way to Kunming drove a newly bought car on the highway to find the ancient town.

The head of the Southwest Road supported the steering wheel with one hand, and helped the little nephew who fell asleep on the co-pilot cover his coat with the other.

Zhou Yibei moved and turned his head. The Taoist priest looked at him and smiled. This little bastard was really playing tricks on him. He can only drive it alone.

The warning light on the fuel gauge came on, and Dongxinan glanced at the notice sign of the gas station not far away, then drove off the car, refueled and checked the time, and it was time to find a hotel to stop.

After refueling, the road chief inquired about the road, and was about to drive to the ramp to leave the expressway. The person at the gas station said, "If you want to find a hotel, you may have to cross National Highway 320. It's not safe there after dark. It's better Hurry up."

Dongxinan smiled and said nothing. The people at the gas station thought he didn't believe it, so they curled their lips and said nothing.

Zhou Yibei opened his eyes a little, and gave his uncle a tug. He probably hadn't fully woken up yet, his voice was hazy and nasal with a cold, "Uncle, I'm hungry."

"Okay, Uncle Master will take you to dinner," Daoist Southwest sighed from the bottom of his heart, obviously he came out for the meal, but instead he took care of this kid instead.

It didn't take long to drive until it was completely dark. The lights on the national road were bright, reflecting the red cloth strips hanging on the trees on the side of the road. It was clearly a national road but there were surprisingly few cars. To be precise, there were no cars at all except theirs. .

Zhou Xiaodao, who had just subsided his fever, opened his eyes and took a look at the unowned wandering spirits floating on the road. He probably understood why there were no people on this national road after dark. Looking at the number, seven or eight people died in car accidents on this road every year. .

The wandering souls drifted around unconsciously on the road, and when they encountered the Taoist chief's car, they bounced three feet away. The reason was very simple. A ghost king, maybe the journey was too boring and they were still playing cards there.

The Taoist priest drove the car into the tunnel along the road, and a strong eerie aura came over his face. Zhou Yibei, who was weak, tightened the blanket on his body, sneezed, and continued to sleep.

Halfway through the car, the lights in the tunnel flickered suddenly, and the Southwest Road Chief stepped on the clutch to slow down slightly.

In less than a dozen seconds, the lights in the tunnel became extremely dim, and the Taoist stepped on the brakes. Looking at the three white figures walking in the air a dozen meters in front of the car, he frowned coldly.

The three ghosts seemed to be walking far away, but they were getting closer and closer to the car, which was extraordinarily weird.

The Taoist priest cleared his throat, "Stop playing, go down and clear the roadblock."

One of the ghost kings who was playing cards raised his head, floated down, and beat up the three ghosts. The lights in the tunnel returned to their original colors, and the three ghosts ran out crying and howling while covering their wounds. The ghost king floated back to the car with his stump and chewed it. Zhou Yibei frowned slightly because of the noise. The Southwest Taoist took a look at the ghost king. He threw one of his arms out of the car, and finally when the car started to drive, he poked his head out of the car and took a look.