[Comprehensive] Don't be afraid, I'm a ghost

"This, this is?"

The man looked at the stuffed bottle in surprise, and there was a strange smell wafting from the bottle.He couldn't tell what the smell was, but he was not used to smelling it, and there was a faint feeling of nausea in his heart.

"This is ghost meat, just take it away and bury it far away. The old man is haunted by ghosts, so the lingering sickness has not improved for a month, and the medicines of ordinary doctors don't work. Fortunately, I came by coincidence. If it is one night at night, everything will disappear." It won't work."

Mu Xiaomu put away the bottle full of ghost meat, and said to the man: "Master, you can take the medicine with peace of mind, and it will be effective in a day or two. I have been bothering you all night, thank you brother for your hospitality, and now I have to leave."

"Hey, little brother, so you are a cultivator. Little... no, you are the Taoist priest. Taoist priest, you have helped me so much, why did you leave so soon. Why don't you stay for two more days, and my father will I am haunted by ghosts, I am always afraid that it will still be unclean. The Taoist priest should stay for a few more days, and if my father really recovers, Xie Yin will definitely be there."

There was a layer of worry here, and he saw Mu Xiaomu's move, and he was [-]% convinced.

It's just that his father is still lying on the bed. He lost his mother since he was a child, and he was brought up by his father. His filial piety to his father is well-known in the village.

If Mu Xiaomu is capable of catching ghosts, he must also be capable of treating doctors.He made up his mind that he must keep Mu Xiaomu until his father recovered from his illness.

After thinking about it, he actually knelt down to Mu Xiaomu, who was much younger than him.

"Don't do this, I can't bear it. Please, brother, I... Well, I will stay for two days. After two days, the old man's health will improve, and I will leave. "

Although Mu Xiaomu was anxious to accumulate merit, but he couldn't bear the filial son's kowtow, so he agreed.

Wang Fangping asked her if she was a cultivator, but she just smiled and said nothing, as a tacit consent.

What's more, the soul-nourishing gourd given by Monk You Fang was lost again, she couldn't think of how to lose it for a moment, such a treasure disappeared, so she was naturally reluctant to part with it.

Mu Xiaomu secretly sighed twice, swallowed his depression, and temporarily stayed at the man's house.

The man's surname is Wang, his name is Fang Ping, and his wife is Liu.There is a son under the two of them who is only around May [-]th, and his nickname is Mantou. He looks like a tiger, and he is very strong and cute.

The old man still took the medicine prescribed by the doctor, Mu Xiaomu looked at it for him, nodded and said: "It's all right now, follow the doctor's prescription and take two more doses of decoction, the effect is cured."

The old man had nothing to do here, and Mu Xiaomu was very embarrassed staying at his house, and made fun of Xiao Mantou twice, Mu Xiaomu was bored and wanted to go out for a stroll in the village.

Wang Fangping wanted to lead her around, but Mu Xiaomu refused.

The name of the village is Wangjiagou, and it is only more than ten miles away from the town. It only takes half a day to walk there, and it will be faster if there is a horse-drawn carriage.

Hearing from Xiao Mantou, tomorrow is the market in the town, Wang Fangping will go to the town to sell some wild goods, and buy some daily necessities for the family by the way.

Where there are many people, there are many right and wrong, one can fish in troubled waters and accumulate merits, which is what Mu Xiaomu dreamed of.

Wandering around the village, Wang Fangping praised his skills, but many people came to see Mu Xiaomu for medical treatment or Feng Shui, from women who gave birth to children, to fighting for a green onion, and trivial matters They all came again.

Mu Xiaomu was really helpless, so he managed to hide in the past, and no one could find him.

These are small merits, but they can be regarded as a kind of merit, so she does not charge for it after finishing it, unlike other witch doctors.It also won the praise of the villagers.

On the second day, the complexion of the old man of the Wang family was much better than that of two days ago. He already had a little strength, he could stand up and drink the medicine by himself, and he didn't feel exhausted when speaking.

Mu Xiaomu followed Wang Fangping to the town. Although Wang Fangping was a scholar, he was not productive like other scholars.

He is filial to his father, considerate to his wife, loving to his son, and has a strong sense of family responsibility. He is more masculine than many modern men Mu Xiaomu has met.

Therefore, Wang Fangping took care of the fields at home. When reading too much, he would take up bows and arrows and go to the mountains to hunt some prey to exchange for silver in the town.

Wang Fangping's wife, Liu Shi, does less physical labor and takes better care of her than other women in the village, and she looks younger and more beautiful.

"Brother can also do some punching and kicking skills, there are quite a lot of these prey."

Wang Fangping was driving the carriage, waving his whip and said with a smile: "my father joined the army in his early years, and was injured and retired. The family is small, and although I am young, I have to do some things for my father, so I learned a little riding and archery. Hunters in the mountains are not bad, not worthy of the Taoist leader's praise."

When Mu Xiaomu heard him claiming that he was a Taoist leader, it felt strange to call him for nothing.

However, she did not correct Wang Fangping's name.

The two soon arrived in the town, and Wang Fangping was going to sell goods, so he asked Mu Xiaomu to stroll on the street by himself, and the two agreed on a time and place to meet.

The bazaar here is not much different from other markets, it is bustling, full of people buying and selling, and there are endless noises.

Mu Xiaomu was greedy, but bought a lot of snacks to fill his stomach.

When she wandered from the east end of the street to the west end of the street and turned back again, she came across a hanging booth of divination. Behind the booth was a middle-aged Taoist priest in a yellow Taoist robe.

The Taoist priest has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his black beard hangs down to his chest, adding a bit of immortal demeanor.

It was Wang Fangping standing in front of the hanging booth.

There were dozens of people around, and everyone seemed to be talking about something.

When Mu Xiaomu approached and listened, it became clear that Wang Fangping was predicted by a Taoist priest, saying that there would be a black cloud on his face, a bloody disaster, and he would die in three days.

Wang Fangping was naturally taken aback and asked what was going on.

The Taoist didn't say anything about it, but only said that he would give him ten taels of silver, and he would help him relieve the disaster of death.

Wang Fangping still believed in the prophecies of ghosts, gods and Taoist priests, but the Taoist priest said that he would die, which was fate, and it was something that could be solved with ten taels of silver, so he was determined not to pay for it.

The onlookers said the Taoist's efficacious words, for example, the daughter of a certain family in the town got rid of the entanglement of evil spirits because of the Taoist's help, and said so-and-so, and said all this clearly and clearly.

Even if a Taoist priest buys people to help him in the deception, he can't buy so many people to help him, so there are still a few of these things that are real.

Wang Fangping was moved by what was said, but there was a little ghost-hunting Taoist priest in his family right now, and he had witnessed his ability to ward off ghosts with his own eyes, so he had no reason to go far and begged this strange Taoist priest with ten taels of silver, so he categorically refused Taoist.

Coming out of the crowd, Wang Fangping saw Mu Xiaomu standing outside the crowd, and immediately ran over with a smile on his face, saying, "Daoist, you are here, can you see clearly what happened just now?"

As he spoke, he told Mu Xiaomu what was in his heart. The crowd saw that the protagonist was gone, so they laughed a few times and dispersed, leaving the yellow-robed Taoist priest in the middle sitting quietly behind the hanging booth.

Mu Xiaomu glanced at him, the Taoist saw that Mu Xiaomu was dressed as a teenager, and he was young, so he didn't take her seriously.

After hearing Wang Fangping's words, Mu Xiaomu said, "Don't worry, let's talk about it when we get home."

If there is no mistake, the Taoist priest's statement of certain death and catastrophe must be a lie, and the facts and examples above contain a lot of moisture.

These days, many Taoist priests know two spells and go out to bluff. She can't tell whether Wang Fangping is dead or not, but his face is not dead, so he shouldn't lose his life so quickly.Mostly to scam money.

On the way back, Mu Xiaomu told him about his conjecture, and said, "I just inquired, and the Taoist priest has a reputation in the town, and almost all the prophecies have come true. It's just not as serious as yours. He said you You must die in three days, in order to maintain the accuracy of your prophecy

If you don't die, he will want you to die. "

"Well, I don't believe that this Taoist is so bold that he dared to kill someone. Daoist, you have to save me!"

Wang Fangping first told Mu Xiaomu about the softening of his begging, and then said: "After three days, I took the weapon and waited in the room to see if I was really about to die. If the Taoist priest in yellow is playing tricks, I hope the Taoist priest will help me." A bunch."

Mu Xiaomu nodded in response, thinking that this was another merit.

Wang Fangping was afraid that his family would be worried, so he concealed the words of the Taoist in Huangpao. He only waited for this night three days later, and moved his wife and son to another room. Under the pretense of asking Mu Xiaomu for advice, the two stayed in the same room. .

Wang Fangping tidied himself up neatly, and the big knife he used was sharpened during the day. He sat straddling his horse in the middle of the house, waiting to see what kind of monster would come to take his life.

In the middle of the night, the moon was just in the middle, and a strong wind blew outside the door.