Good news, the elder is gone

"How did the ghost solve it later? Did it kill all the black hearts in this city?"

Urban scavenger, kinda cool to think about.

Aunt Yang clapped her hands and said, "How can that be! These days, no one has done anything dark. There are always two people with ghosts in their hearts, so they invited a master Jiang who specializes in treating evil spirits from other places. That master Jiang has a profound cultivation base and directly Sealed the ghost in a dry well in the south of the city, and planted willow trees beside it to appease it, so that it would not come out to harm others, after so many years of living in peace, who knew it would come out again!"

real or fake?Planting willow trees for ghosts, isn't that throwing meat buns to dogs in the middle of one's arms?

He looked skeptical: "It's true, it's a ghost that hurts people, I've never heard of it! So Master Jiang is really so powerful?"

Ordinary people are so good at exorcising ghosts?No wonder Xue Wangliu made such a fuss. Looking back on his short life of 800 years, he did very little to exorcise ghosts.

There is no other reason, it is because the ghost cultivators of the Ghost Sect are like locusts passing through the border, even if they travel through mountains and rivers, as long as there are evil spirits, their mission will be fulfilled.

This group of ghost cultivators from the Ghost Sect demonstrated by their own actions that garbage is a misplaced resource, and so are evil spirits.For the Ghost Refining Sect, evil ghosts are firstly potential disciples, and secondly, if they cannot be my disciples, they will be my magic weapon. I am still grateful.

Although this kind of insane behavior is overbearing, it also solves the disaster of evil ghosts and fierce ghosts in the world from another perspective, so people in the cultivation world have mixed feelings about this group of ghost monks.

You say he is good, but he is not good, and you say he is not good, and what he did is good, but it is a bit disrespectful to the idea of ​​ghosts.But they don't necessarily respect people's ideas, let alone ghosts.

Xue Wangliu carefully recalled the Daoism exchange meeting he had participated in before, and finally found out from the corners of his memory a spell dedicated to curing ghosts for two days.

"Don't be afraid, sir, I'm not here to send you a mahogany charm." Aunt Yang saw Xue Wangliu was silent for a long time, and patted him on the shoulder to show him relief, "Master Jiang said, the seal has been loosened after 30 years It’s also normal, and what he did today strengthened the seal on the mouth of the well, and made these mahogany charms, so the ghost probably won’t come out again.”

Xue Wangliu held the lifeless talisman in his hand, and really wanted to ask Madam, are you serious about being superstitious?

But seeing the aunt's serious face and full of trust in Master Jiang, she couldn't bear to destroy it, so she could only nod and say thankfully, "That's really great, I don't know where this Master Jiang lives now, I have to go and pay my respects." .”

Aunt Yang immediately waved her hands when she heard this: "Hey, don't go, this Master Jiang is almost seventy years old, and he doesn't like to be disturbed by others. You and I should burn more incense at home and pray for Master Jiang's longevity when we go to the temple on weekdays. .”

Xue Wangliu repeatedly nodded and said yes, thinking that the master is probably a counterfeit and not worth seeing, and the tourist attractions in the city with the dry well sealed with ghosts should still be visited.

"It seems that something happened last night." Xue Wangliu looked at Aunt Yang and said, "I don't know if you listened, it seems that the ghost came out to harm people and was caught on the spot, and ran away without harming anyone."

Aunt Yang nodded quickly: "I know this, and I asked our Dalang Erlang to go out with a fire to take a look. Something happened last night, and today Master Jiang opened the altar to do the magic and distributed these mahogany charms."

At this point, Aunt Yang clasped her hands together to Amitabha, and asked Mantian God and Buddha to bless Jiang Dashan to live for two more years, and it would be best if she lost him.

After saying a few more words to send Aunt Yang away, Xue Wangliu took the two mahogany charms into the room, Ding Hong followed him in, and she creaked with her wings outstretched, signaling to the boy on the bed that Grandpa He is coming. .

Nianshu who was on the bed quickly turned his head to look over, a pair of dull eyes looked at Xue Wangliu's direction and asked, "Brother Xue, are you back?"

"En." Xue Wangliu sat down beside the bed, grasped two mahogany charms and said, "Just now Aunt Yang from the neighbor came to deliver something."

After telling the story of Master Jiang's ghost that he had just heard, Xue Wangliu looked at the blind beggar on the bed and said, "Just now you said that the thief is not human, could it be that this evil ghost you met last night?"

"I...I don't know..." Nianshu blinked, and said with a wry smile, "I'm blind and can't see anything. But there is indeed a dry well in the west of the city that is said to be sealed with ghosts. I heard it when I came here. passed."

Xue Wangliu was taken aback for a moment, and then asked: "You also came here from outside?"

Nianshu nodded: "I came here with my mother, but I have been here for many years..." Maybe he thought of his mother who died early, his tone suddenly dropped, "I don't even remember my mother. sound."

"My mother also passed away very early." Xue Wangliu sighed, recalling that her parents in this life have been dead for almost 800 years, and I haven't found the person who killed her, it is really useless.

Nian Shu was taken aback for a moment, and then heard the kind-hearted brother Xue say softly, "I can't even remember her face, let alone her voice."

The journey of cultivation is long, whether it is mother or father, brothers and sisters, they have been away from him for too long, if he hadn't often looked through the notebooks they left behind, he would have wondered if such a person existed in his life pass.

"I, I have never seen my mother since I was born, but others say my mother is very beautiful." Nian Shu said that he had never seen her, and everyone was equally miserable.

Xue Wangliu smiled, turned around to look at the skinny blind beggar on the bed, imagining that his face had more flesh, maybe he was also a handsome blind boy.

"Okay, don't think too much." Xue Wangliu looked out of the window and said: "It's just out of the sun today, I'll help you up to wash up, and then go to the yard to bask in the sun, and I'll go out and buy two pancakes at noon and come back Eat, do you like it?"

Since mother's death, no one has ever been so kind to him. Nian Shu stared blankly at the direction of Xue Wangliu's voice, and asked softly, "Brother Xue, why are you being so nice to me?"

I am penniless and have no skills, and I can't even see with my eyes.If this big brother Xue has plans for him, he really can't figure out what the plan is, could it be that...

Xue Wangliu was thinking about how to make an excuse, when he heard the blind beggar suddenly get emotional and asked: "Brother Xue, you said you are from the capital, do you know my mother?"

You are a good guy who asks and answers himself!

Xue Wangliu slapped his thigh, and was about to say yes, but then realized that he didn't even know who his mother was, wouldn't he reveal his truth soon?

He stabilized his joy, fell silent for two seconds and began to talk nonsense with his eyes open: "I met once, you and your mother look very similar."

Although I haven't met your mother, it's only natural for a son to look like his mother, so there's nothing wrong with it.

Not daring to let Nianshu continue to question, the more he asked, the more he revealed, Xue Wangliu immediately changed the topic, helped him to get up in a thick winter coat and washed for a while, then brought out a wooden rocking chair and let him sit in the yard Basking in the sun, covered with a thin blanket.

"I'm going out to buy some pancakes now, you stay here by yourself first, don't wander around, I'll be back soon." Xue Wangliu said, and gave it to Ding Hong, who was basking in the sun and holding eggs by the rocking chair. One look, tell it to guard the goose path, and be a good goose.

Ding Hong quacked twice, urging Xue Wangliu to go and come back quickly, remembering to bring back a pancake for herself.

Although Ding Hong, a [-]-year-old crane, was watching over him, Xue Wangliu was still a little worried that Nianshu was alone in the courtyard. After all, he was his lifeblood now, and if anything happened to him, he would finish the game with him. But taking him out is even more noticeable...

He thought for a while, and took out the mahogany charm that he had put aside before. The mahogany is a new mahogany, and it can't bear much spiritual power. special belt.

"Ms. Yang happened to give me two charms, one for you and one for me. Although that ghost doesn't harm good people, it still wants peace of mind." Xue Wangliu said.

Nian Shu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously grasped the mahogany charm hanging beside him, feeling its shape.

Seeing that everything was arranged, Xue Wangliu finally went out with peace of mind, but his direction was not to buy cakes in the city, but towards the dry well in the west of the city.

It should be because Master Jiang performed the ritual here today. There are quite a lot of people in the west of the city, and everyone is holding a mahogany charm, like holding a gold medal for avoiding death.

Seeing this, Xue Wangliu hung the mahogany charm on his belt, and followed the crowd to the dry well with his hands in his hands.Originally, he thought that sealing ghosts in a dry well was just nonsense, but he didn't expect to feel a faint ghost aura when he came here.

He frowned and looked at the dry well bound with chains covered with yellow paper and cinnabar charms, but saw a few familiar figures beside the well.

Is the little sword repairman from Lanze Jianmen here?

Xue Wangliu lowered his head a little, and leaned a little closer to the crowd, not wanting them to notice him.When he slowly wandered to the side of the dry well, the little sword cultivators had already left.

After Xue Wangliu was sure that there was no problem nearby, he gathered his eyes and looked into the dry well. The good guy saw it was pitch black, as if someone had closed his eyes.

Resentment and ghost qi hovered at the bottom of the well, brewed with ingenuity, and stored in a cellar for a hundred years. The foundation of his cultivation has been established, but he doesn't know whether it is a lonely ghost he cultivated or a disciple of the ghost refining sect.

Then Mrs. Yang didn't lie, this little Furong City is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger!

Xue Wangliu looked left and right, found no one was looking this way, and immediately tapped the manhole cover with his fingers.

Be good, little devil, open the door, I want to come in, open the door.

The author says:

Xue Wangliu: Open the door, SF Express.