The Weasel Lord, who was delayed by spiritual practice

That night, the young man tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.The weasel lay beside him and looked at him, and couldn't help but ask, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." The little man said sullenly.

"What are you thinking?" asked the Weasel.

The little Xianggong turned around and looked at him, and said: "We are like this, it is not a long-term solution, I am afraid that Taoist..."

"Taoist priests are nothing to be afraid of," said Weasel, "don't worry."

"Why did you fight?" the little man asked.

"Why?" Weasel smiled, "I'm a demon, of course he wants to take me."

"Demon?" The young man looked at him. He never regarded him as a demon. He had heard people say that demons harm people, but he never imagined that he would. "Are you a demon?" The young man couldn't help repeating.

"Yes, I am a demon," said the weasel, "Are you afraid, Mr. Xiang?"

"Don't be afraid, even if you are a demon, you are still a good demon." The young man looked at him and said.

"Why do you think I'm such a demon?" Weasel touched his face with a sad expression, "In the previous life, I killed you, did you ever blame me?"

previous life?The young man thought of the Orion.The young gentleman also had a temper, remembering that Weasel had practiced spiritually with Orion, but he refused to do spiritual practice with him, so he felt that he was not as good as Orion in Weasel's heart, and he felt a little jealous.

"From now on, don't mention that Orion in front of me again." The young man said angrily.

Seeing that, the weasel burst out laughing, "That's you too."

"It's not me. He's him, I'm me, don't get confused." The little man said, "I'm not his replacement. I'm Yingqi. Ying-qi."

"Okay, you are Yingqi," Weasel hugged him, touched his face and said, "You are my Yingqi."

Hearing that he said it was his Yingqi, the young man felt a little better and hugged him to sleep.

Little Xianggong didn't know that his father had joined the Taoist priest to take the weasel, so he still took it to and from school.

After school that day, when he returned to the yard, the servant girl looked at him with a flustered expression.The young man wanted to ask, but the servant girl said "Young Master is back", and went, not knowing what to do.

The little Xianggong opened the door and entered the room. He stumbled on the sole of his foot just after taking two steps, and was about to fall. Seeing this, the weasel in his arms quickly turned into a human form and supported him, "Xiaogong, are you alright?" He stopped, but couldn't move.Qiqi couldn't help but look down at his feet.

It turned out that there was a kind of super glue under their feet, which stuck their feet and made them unable to move.Just as he was in a daze, a net covered the weasel and threw itself on the weasel. The weasel got stuck on the net, and the weasel let out an "ah" and instantly changed into its original shape and was caught by the net.

"A Diao!" Seeing this, the young man yelled, and then saw that the one who caught it was a Taoist priest, surrounded by his father and servants at some point.

"Father!" Seeing his father, the young man hurriedly yelled, "What are you doing? Let him go!"

"Hmph!" Yinggong was a little annoyed when he saw that his son was so unprogressive, "You, you almost hurt our family!"

Seeing that the weasel was caught, the Taoist couldn't help being overjoyed, and said to Yinggong, "I caught it, I'm not afraid now."

Yinggong's expression softened a little, and he said to the Taoist priest, "It's all right now, but what is the Daxian going to do with it? We must find a safe way, don't ask it to take revenge."

"Don't be afraid, this poor Taoist will definitely make him come and go." The Taoist said.

"Father, you guys, what are you going to do with him!" The little gentleman was furious, but his feet were stuck and he couldn't move, almost crying, "Father, you guys, let him go quickly, let him go, he won't do anything. No, he didn't do anything bad!"

"Hmph, didn't he do anything bad?" Yinggong glanced at him, and said coldly, "It bit the nanny, and even seduced you from attending school. Do you think I don't know anything?"

"It's nothing! Father, listen to me..." Seeing that they were about to leave, the young man was so anxious that he didn't want his shoes anymore. He took off his shoes and rushed over, but fell on the super glue. It was stuck, and couldn't move, "Father, you, you can't kill it..." The little man struggled to his body, crying, "It has a spirit, killing it will bring disaster!"

The Taoist priest and Yinggong went out, and before leaving, Yinggong ordered, "Let him go after he calms down."

Seeing the weasel in the net pocket, the young man felt even more uncomfortable as he watched him weeping.Thinking of his usual goodness, but now suddenly misfortune fell from the sky, and the mandarin duck was beaten with a stick, the little Xianggong cried into tears, only hating himself for being helpless.

"Father!—" the young man cried on the ground, "If you, you kill him, I will die too!"

Hearing his cries outside, Yinggong was so angry that he was half dead, "This, this, this is really fascinated!"

The Taoist said: "No, it's a good thing we discovered it early. If it's later, I'm afraid your son's life will be in danger."

Hearing this, Yinggong felt relieved, but he was also afraid that killing the weasel would be inappropriate, so he couldn't help asking the Taoist priest how to deal with it.

The Taoist stroked his beard and said: "The poor Taoist sees that it seems to be able to cultivate a golden body. When I take it back and put it in the alchemy furnace to make a golden pill, eat it, and it will help the poor Taoist to become a fairy."

Seeing this, Yinggong hurriedly cupped his hands and said: "If the Great Immortal ascends to the throne, I hope to continue to protect the old man's house, and I must have asked for a tablet to enshrine."

The Taoist said, "It's easy to talk about."

Yinggong entertained the Taoist again with delicious food and drinks, and gave a generous reward, so the Taoist went.

The Taoist priest carried the weasel all the way, and the weasel was in a net bag. This net bag has magic power and can stretch freely.When the weasel was first encountered, it seemed to have been electrified, and it was shocked out of its original shape.Up to now, if you don't use spells, the net bag is no different.

The weasel has lived for 500 years. Although it has only 1000 years of spiritual power, it is still a mature weasel. How could it be caught by this mere human?The weasel opened its mouth and gnawed on the net, but it was able to move. It turned out that the net only works on the demons that cast spells, and it doesn't cast spells, just like ordinary net pockets.

The Taoist priests were full of food and drink, and wandered around in the street.The weasel escaped and looked at him, feeling a momentary vengeance.Then he changed his appearance, molested women from good families everywhere on the street, robbed money, smashed things, made a lot of noise, and finally set a shop on fire, and when the shop was set on fire, half the street was burned down.

The poor Taoist priest woke up and went to prison. After a few years, well, decades, I'm afraid he won't be able to get out.

This is the weasel's revenge.

On the other hand, Xiao Xianggong was finally picked up from the ground.As soon as he got off without his clothes on, he ran to his father in a panic and asked where the weasel had gone.

Seeing that he was still thinking about the weasel, Yinggong was so angry that he stomped his feet and scolded him, "I'm not filial! What else do you expect from you? You've been fascinated by that goblin. Wake up!"

The little Xianggong's eyes were swollen like walnuts, and he hugged his father's leg and cried, "Father, tell me quickly, where did you get it? You guys, did you kill it? Did you kill it?  … ..."

Seeing her son crying pitifully, Mrs. Ying couldn't help crying beside her, and persuaded Mr. Ying, "Master, just tell him, I have only one son, if he cries to death, I won't live anymore... ..."

"Oh, ma'am!" Yinggong looked at her, hating iron and steel, "Why are you messing around with me, you are a goblin! If you don't help persuade your son, let him go!"

"Mother!" Seeing that Mother's words were more effective, the young man begged Mrs. Ying, "Mother, please persuade Father, and let him tell me where they took it, Mother..."

"Master!" Mrs. Ying choked up and called Yinggong.

Yinggong sighed and said to them: "The fairy was taken away by the Taoist priest, who said he would use it to make alchemy."

"What? Alchemy?" Hearing this, the young man fell to the ground, a fire roared in his head, the fire burned the white ermine, and made it roll around, and finally the ermine died in pain, turning into ashes ...

"Wow! Ah Diao! Poor Ah Diao!" The little Xianggong suddenly cried out, jumped up from the ground, and ran out the door. Yinggong hurriedly shouted, "Stop him!"

The servant stopped him, and the little Xianggong was out of breath from crying, and kept yelling about the weasel, his voice was really miserable.The servant was a little teary, and couldn't help crying too.For a while, the courtyard was miserable.

Seeing this, Yinggong was really outrageous, so he hurriedly ordered his servants to lock his son in the house and let him calm down for a few days before releasing him.