Uncle took me to Maoshan and met with the elders of the sect, and told me what Long Xingtian had entrusted me to.

The elder nodded and sighed, and took me to the back mountain.

The sound of the water rushing is heard in your ears, and a huge waterfall cascades down from the canyon, which is spectacular.

A slender figure appeared by the lake, the old man was fiddling with the fishing line, leisurely chanting poetry: do not envy the outside world, do not change the fairy scenery in this life, hurry, hurry.

After chanting the poem, he threw back the bass he had just caught, and the fish floated and sank, and after a short time surfaced, waiting for the fish to take the bait.

The elder walked over, his steps light, for fear of disturbing the fish.

The old man waved and said, "Is there something wrong?" Senior Brother Ziyi. ”

"Senior Brother in charge, Senior Brother Long's grandson is waiting in the back mountain, it seems that something big has happened. The elder said.

The old man's heart tightened at first, then returned to normal, nodded slightly, and closed his eyes.

The elder stepped back and said nothing.

In the back mountain, I watched such a beautiful scenery, and from time to time a few wild cranes flew intently, and my eyes were intently turning, fascinated.

After a long time, Xu Qingfeng, the head of Maoshan, walked out, looked at me with his eyes, and said, "I haven't seen you for decades, how is your grandfather doing now?"

When I thought of my grandfather, my nose was sour and I started crying, and my speech was intermittent.

"There was a man who ,,, to seek revenge on my grandfather, and my grandfather kicked me out if he was not an opponent, saying that I should come to this place to find ,,, you, and my parents, as well as my grandmother, are all dead. ”

When Xu Qingfeng heard this, he knew what was going on, he didn't want to affect his grandson, so he made this decision, and when he thought of this, he beat his chest and said:

"Senior Brother Long is really confused, if it wasn't for your mercy at the beginning, you wouldn't have caused such a catastrophe today. ”

The head used the cuffs of his robe, wiped his tears, stopped choking, and took me in.

In this way, I began to study the Tao in Maoshan and laid the foundation for cultivation.

After another year, Xu Qingfeng asked me to go down the mountain and go to Lilong Village, where there is a Taoist hall that follows my current master, Chunyangzi.

"Go, I washed my stinky socks in vain," said a bearded old man, rubbing his feet.

I glared at him, looking at the smelly socks next to his feet, and almost vomited the food in my belly, and the smell almost made me die heroically.

Bah, it should be smoked.

Thinking of this way of dying, I don't let others laugh out of my big teeth when I say it.

Pinching my nose, I picked up the stinky socks with one hand and walked out of the hall.

As soon as I went out, I saw the village chief coming over, and it seemed that he was in a hurry.

"Pure Yangzi Daoist, are you here?" the village chief asked eagerly.

I angrily shouted to Chunyangzi in the house, "Master, the village chief is looking for you." ”

Chunyoko watched Maoshan Hundred Ghost Records in the house, and had a bad premonition in her heart.

"Hey, it's coming, it's coming. Putting down the Maoshan Hundred Ghost Record, Chunyangzi stroked his beard and said.

A few minutes later, Junyoko walked out and looked at the village chief's anxious expression.

He smiled and said, "Village Chief, what wind has blown you, please come to the house." He took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over.

Zheng Guozhu, the village head, is still in the mood, his haggard face and eye sockets are black, and he is obviously not sleepy.

"Dao Chief, something is wrong, blame me, an unfortunate son, who has been fooling around outside all day long, drinking like a dead dog, beating her daughter-in-law to death, and there is an unborn child in her womb, and now she has become a ghost to seek revenge on my son. After the village chief finished speaking, he sighed heavily.

Chun Yangzi's brows tightened, and the disgusting expression of the smile was also brushed at the moment, and it became cold.

He knew that Zheng Xiaojin, the son of the village chief's family, was a damned person, and he did nonsense all day long, beating his daughter-in-law at every turn, so something happened and retribution came.

For this kind of damn scum, Chun Yangzi disdains the handle.

When Zheng Guozhu saw that the master was unwilling, he pounced and knelt down.

"Dao Chief, my son deserves to die, but he already knows that he is wrong, please have mercy and save him. Zheng Guozhu kowtowed as he spoke.

The master couldn't see such a scene, so he agreed as soon as his heart softened.

Helping the village chief up, he asked him to prepare the things used in the practice, rooster blood and willow sticks, a bowl of upside-down rice, a handful of fragrance, rubbing his fingers by the way, and then stretching out a finger.

Zheng Guozhu is dealing with the world, one set at a time, and knows what my master means.

Hurriedly nodded "understood"

took out the briefcase and counted out a thick pile of Grandpa Mao, as many as 10,000.

My eyes are straight, I haven't seen so much money since I was a child, the master is a ruthless village chief.

For the village chief, who eats and drinks with public funds, Chunyangzi is ruthless.

After Zheng Guozhu left, the master checked Grandpa Mao in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Master, can you give me some, just one. I stretched out my hand and rubbed it, I still learned this from the master.

Chun Yangzi took out a hundred-dollar bill, and when he was about to put it in the palm of my hand, he suddenly felt the steel hammer in his pocket and threw it in my hand.

I was angry and scolded, this old thing slammed the door, and Chunyangzi ignored me, and slipped into the house as if he was running away.

After dinner, my master and I were busy, and on the dilapidated table in the center of the hall, I was drawing yin extinguishing talismans one by one, counting thirty times, and my clothes were wet with sweat.

The master was consecrating the copper coin sword and the gossip mirror, and he was also drenched in sweat for a short time, and it was eleven o'clock in the evening after doing this.

A ghost-hunting operation quietly begins......