fox repair

Mo Chen also can't explain why he has been following the fortune teller, traveling with him around the five lakes, visiting all over the world, and I don't know how many people have seen their faces, and how many ghosts have saved the souls of the dead. It has been more than 30 years.One person and one fox get along so lightly, it is hard to tell whether they are friends or partners. For more than 1 days and nights, Mo Chen watched his little black hair turn into gorgeous hair, and his straight spine became bent and bent.

This is the second person he has accompanied since he can remember.But I don't know if it's because he has seen too many sorrows and joys in the world these years. When a fortune teller died and returned home, seeing his coffin buried under Wuqing Mountain, apart from a touch of loneliness, he didn't feel any deep pain in his heart.Not only that, but even his heart-wrenching obsession with men back then seemed to have faded a lot.As the fortune teller said, although a person dies, he is only integrated into nature. Whether he is reincarnated or turned into dust, as long as people in the world still think about him, he will never die.

...It must have been brainwashed by that magic stick.

But then again, although a fortune teller is a mortal, without magic skills, and his lifespan is only a few decades, he is proficient in yin and yang, and is proficient in formations.Back then, he broke the magic cultivation formation with the power of the earthquake and nature, and it is still fresh in Mo Chen's memory many years later.Mo Chen often had the illusion that although this person did not live as long as himself, his Dao heart was deeper than most high-ranking monks.It seems that every plant and tree in the world can communicate with him, and mountains, rivers, wind and rain are nothing but his handy magic weapon.He walked in front, and Mo Chen followed behind him, looking at the calm and indifferent back, it seemed that nothing could disturb that calmness.

Regarding the fortune teller, Mo Chen has always had two unresolved issues.

The first one is the bronze mask of the god stick, but Mo Chen never saw him take off that mask until his death.In the words of the magic stick, death is dead, and this is the person, so why meet each other with his true face.Mo Chen thought it made sense, but he didn't force it.

The second is the string of hand beads of unknown material.Mo Chen came to the door for the hand beads at the beginning, he thought that the magic stick would tell him where he put the hand beads before he died, but who would have thought that one day before his death, he stretched out his trembling old hands and took the string of beads. The hand bead was handed over to the disciples in the Taoist temple, and he said: "Take it, go down Wuqing Mountain and go upstream along the Wuqing River. There is a bamboo basket coming down the river. Put this hand bead on the baby's hand inside." , he will be the next master of Wuqing Guan."

The disciple respectfully responded, took the beads, and went down the mountain in accordance with the master's last order.

When Mo Chen confessed his last words, he was lying on the side of his bed, looking at him with a pair of fox eyes.He stayed with him all night, seeing him gradually lose his breath, watched him silently for a moment, then flicked his tail and rushed out, chasing him to the foot of Wuqing Mountain and the bank of Wuqing River, just in time to see the little Taoist coming out of the river. He fished out a bamboo basket and put the string of beads on the baby's wrist in the basket.

The baby in the basket was crying, but when the little Taoist put the string of beads on his wrist, the crying stopped.

When Mo Chen saw the beads, the fox's eyes lit up, and he flew towards it.

The little Taoist was startled and almost threw the child to the ground, but fortunately he reacted in time, wrapped the baby in a basket and put it safely on the ground.

Mo Chen was brought back by a fortune teller himself, and he was quite holy spirit, so everyone in Wuqing Taoist Temple treated him with courtesy.Seeing the white fox approaching, the little Taoist wanted to stop him, but was stared coldly by the haughty fox's eyes, and had to step aside, watching the white fox's head arched into the basket, and then opened his mouth, revealing his teeth.

The little Taoist was frightened to death, thinking that the white fox was going to swallow the baby, but at the next moment, the white fox closed its mouth again, but shamelessly grabbed the beads on the baby's wrist, and then gently licked it off.

Thief fox!To steal Master's hand bead!The little Taoist was furious, knowing that the fox's legs and feet were extremely fast, and was about to cry without tears, thinking that it would run away if it got the beads in its mouth, but the white fox did not leave, but stared at the baby in the basket.

In fact, when Mo Chen recalled the scene at that time, he felt extremely regretful.If he hadn't accidentally glanced at the little devil's head while he was picking up the beads, and met his dark eyes, he might not have had these troubles for many years...

It is 14 years in a blink of an eye.

It was a crisp autumn day, and Mo Chen was lying on a big tiled roof.The sun is just right, and the tiles are very warm, driving away all the coolness.He lazily half-closed his eyes, and enjoyed putting his belly against the hot tiles, his white hair was fluffy in the sun, almost glowing.

Just under the roof where he was lying on his stomach was a fairly lively street with people and cars passing by, and there was a [-] or [-]-year-old boy telling fortunes on the street.This young man was gentle and handsome, with warm eyes, and a sense of immortality in his gestures and gestures, which made people trust him at first sight, and felt that he must not be the kind of philistine who bluffs and deceives.

"Little master, come and show me this horoscope! Let's see how this child's life is?" Sitting in front of the fortune-telling booth was a middle-aged man, who was very polite to the young man, and was handing a note to the young man.

The young man took the note, lowered his eyes to look carefully, then counted between his fingers for a while, and said: "I was born at the emperor's knees, doing things is not beneficial. I worked hard in the early years, and I didn't lack food and clothing. I went on the road every day, but I didn't have enough heart. In the evening See Ronghua, how hard the first year was."

The man seemed to understand, and sniffled, "What, what do you mean, is this child's life good or bad!"

"It's not good to say it's good. It's hard work all my life, but it's not bad to say it's bad. At least the evening scene is good, and my parents have a little shadow. As long as I don't wear myself out from exhaustion, I should have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of my life."

Even so, when he heard that the child would have a hard life, the man still couldn't help but lose his face, and asked the boy if he had any way to make up for it, so that the child could go smoothly and suffer less hardship.

The young man's fair and slender fingers lightly tapped the note with the character horoscope on it, closed his eyes and thought for a while, and said unhurriedly: "There is one gold, one water, three fire and three soil in this child's horoscope, which is a lack of wood. Shen, the Lord of Fire, is also born in summer, and the fire needs water to help, so you can take a water character for his name, and if he engages in water-related careers in the future, he will become a great tool."

Water-related business?Could it be a fisherman?The man was a little depressed, and the friend who came with him whispered in his ear: "Isn't participating in the navy also a career related to water? Maybe my nephew will be a general of the navy in the future!"

Hope for a child to become a dragon has not changed since ancient times. No matter what you say, you can think of good things for your children.

So the man immediately smiled, and asked the boy if he had anything else to ask.

The boy thought for a while, and added: "Put a water tank in the southeast corner of this ovary."

The man seemed to have received the imperial decree, thinking that his son might be able to be the captain of the navy in the future, he immediately donated money generously, handed over two tangles of money to the young man, and went there gratefully.The boy didn't refuse, he put away the money without changing his face, and asked the people in the queue to come forward.

Just as a woman was about to give a He Geng post to her unmarried daughter, there was a sudden commotion in the distance. With a frown of the young man's eyebrows, he saw dozens of people walking towards here in a menacing manner with hoes and sickles.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, I'm closing the stall today." The young man smiled slightly at the woman in front of him. The moment before, the cloud was as calm as an exiled fairy, and in the blink of an eye, he took out a piece of tattered oilcloth from his arms and wiped the stall away. A bag full of bits and pieces on the bed, jumped up like a rabbit and fled away.

"Stop! Stop, little bastard! You little liar..." Seeing that the boy was about to run away, the people holding the dick yelled at him from behind, and chased him along the street, wielding hoes and sickles, all of them gritted their teeth. .

The passers-by didn’t know what happened, so they kept asking what happened, and even those who liked to watch the excitement ran after the group of people, asking while running, what’s the matter, why did they arrest that little fortune teller? .

"Bah! What a fortune teller! You're just a bastard! A few days ago, I wanted to open a shop and asked him to help me calculate a name, but I used the name he gave me, and it cost me three taels of silver! Damn yesterday There was a big fire, and the shop was burned down!"

"What are you! My daughter got married last month. I saw that little boy was full of aura, and he spoke decently. It is said that he is still the master of Wuqing Temple, so I asked him to post for my daughter and son-in-law. He What I said at the time was called a good one, it was a good marriage that was hard to see in a hundred years, and I even sealed him a thick red envelope, how could I have thought..." At this point, the man suddenly burst into tears, with a runny nose She burst into tears, "I don't think that on the day of the wedding, the son-in-law who has never met before fell off the horse and died. I have pity on my beautiful girl who is as beautiful as a flower, and she has been a widow for her entire life..."

"You guys are nothing. My son rushed to take the exam this year. After the exam, he felt that he did not do well in the exam. He was depressed all day long. When he was shopping in the street, he asked this little bastard to make a fortune, but the little bastard said that my son failed the exam. In the middle, Guan Mianxiang said that there is no Wenqu star in his life, and he will not be able to pursue an official career for the rest of his life. My son hanged himself at home when he couldn't think about it. As a result...the result..."

"What's the result?"

"It turned out he passed the exam!"

Crowd: "..."

It's really fucking deceitful!

Everyone spoke out their sad things one after another, telling everyone how deceitful that little fortune teller is, what kind of fortune teller is it, he is a disaster, so the people are furious, no matter whether they have found him or not Fate, they all followed behind and chased after them.And that young man's figure was extremely flexible, he was obviously used to doing this kind of thing, and those people couldn't catch up to him.

There was a lot of commotion over there, and it was very lively, but here Mo Chen was still lying on the roof basking in the sun, and it took a long time for the fox's ears to move, looking peaceful and peaceful.

However, under this peaceful appearance, the fox's heart is broken.

What a worry for his grandma!This little bastard caused trouble for the deity again!I don't think this place can stay any longer, and I'm about to move again. When will this day be so big that I can't let the old man take a good rest for a few days! ! !

Raising a child is really tiring...what a crime!