The witch of the district chanted the words in her mouth: "Heavenly Spirit, Earth Spirit, Taishang Laojun will soon appear spiritual." The world moves; Two Patriarch Sword; Three fierce strokes are vicious, and they go thousands of miles away...... while writing back and forth on the sand table with the drooping branches of the wooden frame, that is, the pen.

After a while, the witch of the district finished her descent, threw down the pen, stretched her arms straight up, and shouted: "I have returned to the Yang Realm." ”

The master of Ding Zhai, who had been kneeling on the ground, stood up and looked forward and looked down at the sand table. Under the flickering lights, the sand table was impressively written with the words "mountain ghosts are cold".

The lord of Ding Zhai was frightened and asked the witch of the district: "What is going on?" ”

The witch looked at the words on the sand table and said solemnly: "Just now I have visited Yin Cao, reached the heavenly court, and communicated the two worlds of yin and yang. Taishang Laojun told me that the group of mountain ghosts on the opposite side of the mountain stayed in the open air, lacking clothes and blankets, and were beaten by wind and rain every day, and suffered from the cold. ”

The Lord of Ding Zhai took a step forward and asked, "What about those mountain ghosts who are cold?" ”

The witch of the district stared at the lord of Ding Zhai: "Let me ask you, what will you do outside the house when it is cold?" ”

The owner of Ding Zhai replied without thinking: "Of course, I want to go into the house to avoid the cold." ”

"You're right," said the witch with a gloomy face, "so the mountain ghosts, big and small, will go into the house to take refuge from the cold and cling to your son." ”

The owner of Ding Zhai is an extremely superstitious person, and when he heard that his precious son's illness was due to the possession of a mountain ghost, he was immediately frightened, his teeth bumped and his voice trembled: "Did you hear it wrong?" ”

The witch said, "How could I have misheard? I can hear what Taishang Laojun said clearly. Fortunately, you asked me to come in time, otherwise, in a few days, your son will be dragged by the mountain ghosts to the Nai He Bridge and into the city of death. And ......"

The lord of Ding Zhai couldn't wait to ask: "What else?" ”

The witch sighed: "I don't dare to say anything further here. ”

The more mysterious the witch is, the more uneasy it is for the owner of Ding Zhai, and he asks vigorously: "This is my home, if there is any big deal, you can say it directly." ”

District Witch: "After your son dies, those mountain ghosts will not stop there, they will be transferred to your old man's body, and then you will ......"

"Ouch, so serious?" The master of Ding Zhai was so frightened that his feet were trembling, his hands were also trembling, and he pressed the table hard so as not to collapse to the ground, and asked tremblingly, "That...... So what should I do? ”

The witch's nose shrugged: "There is a way to be wealthy." As long as you are sincere, you can overcome this great problem. ”

The lord of Ding Zhai cried with a sad face and pleaded: "How to get rid of it? I hope you will give me some guidance. ”

The witch held out two fingers: "It's not difficult, as long as you do two things." It depends on whether you are sincere in saving your son. ”

The lord of Ding Zhai was led around by this treacherous and slippery district witch, and drilled into it along the trap she set: "In order to save my precious son, don't say two points, even if it is twenty points, I am willing." ”

The witch stretched out a finger and shook it in front of the eyes of the master of Ding Zhai: "First point, you have to give me another ten buckets of rice, and let me go back and ask you to exorcise ghosts every day." ”

"It's a trifle, okay! Yes! Yes! The master of Su Zhai nodded again and again, "Together with the cost of inviting you this time, a total of twenty buckets of rice, I will ask my family to send it back with you later." What about the second point? ”

The district witch stretched out her second finger: "The second point is that you have to find a way to make sure that the cold mountain ghost has clothes to wear and a quilt to cover. ”

The face of the lord of Ding Zhai showed embarrassment: "I can't see the mountain ghost, how can I let the mountain ghost have clothes to wear and a quilt to cover?" ”

The witch explained: "This is a very simple matter, as long as you buy back the silk and cover the mountain over there, so that those mountain ghosts will have clothes to wear and a sheet to cover, and they will no longer be cold and cold, that is, the mountain ghosts will no longer come to pester your precious son." ”

Hearing that the mountain ghost would no longer entangle his baby son, the owner of Ding Zhai agreed without thinking: "Okay!" Yes. Just do as you instruct. ”

The witch of the district stretched out her hand and pointed to the shrine: "Your promise to me is useless. Kneel before God and make a vow. ”

According to the instructions of the district witch, he knelt in front of the shrine, knocked his head three times, and made a vow loudly: "If I can cure my precious son of a stubborn illness and get out of the sea of suffering, I promise to buy back the silk and satin, and cover the mountain over there, so that the mountain ghosts will no longer suffer from the cold." May the gods bless, may the gods bless! ”

The witch of the district had a gloomy face: "Making a wish in front of the gods is not a child's play, you want your teeth to be a golden envoy." ”

The lord of Ding Zhai swore an oath: "Of course! Of course! If I break my promise, I will be struck by lightning and lightning! ”

The witch half-closed her eyes and muttered a spell to exorcise the demons:

"The horn is hyperactive,

The wall of the bullfighting woman's dangerous room,

Kui Lou Xuan Bi Shen Shen,

Well ghost Liu Xing Zhang Yizhen. ”

After reciting the incantation, the witch of the district danced like a madwoman dancing, and then said to the lord of Su Zhai in a matter-of-fact manner: "I have just asked the twenty-eight heavenly gods to drive away the little ghosts for your house. From tonight onwards, your son's illness will soon be better. ”

The lord of Ding Zhai bent down to the district witch and saluted: "Thank you! Thank you! ”

District witch: "I ask the gods to exorcise ghosts for you, and I will die my life, you have to make some compensation for me!" ”

Lord Ding Zhai: "Excuse me, what kind of compensation do you want me to give you?" ”

The witch stretched out her two palms, spread her ten fingers, shook them, and pretended to be generous: "I usually exorcise ghosts for others, and I want to collect fifty buckets of valley, and when I see you sincere today, I will accept you less, so I will clean up Dougu." ”

"Okay, okay, just do as you say." The owner of Ding Zhai agreed.

The witch counted on her fingers: "Together with the twenty buckets of valley just now, it is a total of thirty buckets." ”

"Yes, it's thirty buckets." The lord of Ding Zhai immediately called a few family members, went to the granary and picked up thirty buckets of grain, and followed the district witch to her house.

After asking the witch to do the method of exorcizing ghosts, in the middle of the night, Ding Yujia still talked loudly in her dreams, screaming that there were ghosts, which made the lord of Ding Zhai upset and unable to sleep, so he lay on the bed and said to himself: "Didn't the master of the district say that he had invited the twenty-eight gods to drive the little ghosts away?" How can there be ghosts? ”。

A few days have passed, and Ding Yujia's condition has not only not improved, but has become worse and worse.

Faced with this cruel reality, the lord of Ding Zhai knew that the spell cast by the witch in that district did not work. Later, he met Liang Diqing in the mountains. After Liang Diqing found out, he took him to Huineng to think of a way.

After listening to the story of the master of Su Zhai, Huineng said: "Ah, I see! ”

As the master of Ding Zhai spoke, he couldn't help but burst into tears, and choked up: "I, Ding Wenhao, don't know what immoral things I did in my previous life, and I suffered this retribution. The five generations of my Ding family have only one seedling, Yujia, and it will depend on him to inherit the industry and reproduce the offspring in the future. Alas, I can't imagine that he is now haunted by illness and is deeply troubled. I am dying, and the cycle of life and death is a natural law, and no one can resist it. But the worst thing in life is that a white-haired person sends a black-haired person. Seeing my son's condition deteriorating day by day but not being able to treat him, this really made me hurt my liver and intestines! ”

After listening to the story of the owner of Ding Zhai, Hui Neng said to Liang Diqing: "So, you made a special trip to bring the master of Ding Zhai to me?" ”

"Well, you have a good way of healing my snake wounds, and you have cured your mother's skin disease, so I think you may have a way to help this desperate man." Liang Diqing pointed to the owner of Ding Zhai beside him.

Lord Ding Zhai pleaded: "I heard Di Qing say that you have wandered outside, and of course you have seen more than us mountain people. Therefore I also come to ask you to heal my son. ”

Liang Diqing was interceding with the owner of Ding Village: "Brother Aneng, everyone is from Tianlu Mountain, you can try to help the owner of Ding Village." ”

Huineng spread his hands towards Liang Diqing and said, "You also know that we are not a medical family, and I am not Langzhong, I treat my mother's illness, but I just prescribe medicine according to my own experience." How dare I heal others casually? ”

The Lord of Ding Zhai spoke his heartfelt words and pleaded: "My precious son has suffered from this disease, and I have visited famous doctors, but to no avail. Brother Aneng, you might as well give it a try by your experience, and if you can heal my son, I will reward you heavily. If my son has any winter melon and tofu, I will never blame you. ”

Huineng is still hesitating: "This ......"

Liang Diqing urged: "Brother Aneng, when you can help people, you must help people." You've not been here for long, but I know you're very careful and careful. This time, the owner of Ding Zhai's family is in great trouble, and you have to help him no matter what. ”

The lord of Ding Zhai eagerly took Huineng's hand and shook it a few times: "Yes, if you can heal my precious son, I will give you ten acres of fertile land and a hundred acres of mountains and forests." Even if I take my old life, I will not give up. ”