The farmer was taken aback, and raised his hoe as a defensive gesture: I don't know if Mr. Xiao is a human or a ghost, I am just a farmer, I don't know where to provoke you, if there is no fault, please be merciful and let me go.

When the little Taoist priest with clear eyebrows heard this, he laughed: Don't worry, I am a human being, not a ghost, but a Taoist Shangqing sect Ge Qing is also.

When the farmer heard this, it turned out to be a Taoist priest, and his hanging heart was put down.

The farmer hurriedly dropped the hoe: I didn't know that the old fairy had arrived, and I was offended just now, so I asked Haihan. The little Taoist priest with clear eyebrows said: Don't be formal, lead the way ahead.

The farmer made a petition with both hands: Please come with me.

Before I knew it, I had walked most of the way, the mountain road was rugged, and the farmer did not feel tired when he walked all year round, on the other hand, this particularly handsome Taoist priest was still in good spirits, but he did not feel tired at all.

The farmer remembered what the little Taoist priest had said under the willow tree just now, so he asked: "Unfortunately, I was also resting under the willow tree, and I overheard the old gentleman talking about the cloudy clouds above Goutou Village, the scorching summer, and the cloudsless, where did you start with this?"

The little Taoist priest pondered for a moment and said: Since you have heard it, this matter is what I encountered today, and it can be regarded as fate, and I will not sit idly by, so I will tell you all about it.

"It's not normal for clouds to be overcast, and the clouds are also very cloudy, if you haven't practiced Taoism, you naturally can't see it. This cloud is a vision of heaven and earth, and if it were not for the birth of a monster, it would never be so. ”

"Then according to Mr. Xiao, is there going to be a monster in our village?"

"Let me ask you, who is the rich family at the west end of the village?"

The farmer thought about it carefully, there were only more than 50 households in Goutou Village, and now that the war is raging, most of the people are hungry, and only the old village chief's family can be called rich. Then he said: "The wealthy family in the west of the village is the family of Liu Desheng, the head of the village. ”

"Think about it, what has happened to his family lately?"

The farmer thought about it carefully, and there really was, the old mother of the old village chief's family was seriously ill and had just passed away last night.

After touching his chin and pondering, the little Taoist priest said slowly: "If there are dead things, if there are such anomalous things, they will become zombies." ”

"Ah, zombies!" When the farmer was a child, he heard the old man say that those who were born on the day of the red sand and died on the day of the black sand would become zombies if they were buried in the flying sand.

The farmer was a little frightened when he heard this, and hurriedly asked, "Little sir, is there any way to solve it?" ”

The little Taoist priest smiled and said, "Although I, Ge, mainly use alchemy and drawing talismans on weekdays, but with my Taoist skills, I can still deal with this zombie with my hand." ”

The farmer was overjoyed when he heard this: "If the chief of the trail can get rid of this evil for our village, our whole village will be grateful to the old gentleman, and we will not hesitate to be a cow and a horse in the next life!" ”

The little Taoist priest waved his hand: "It's not necessary to be a cow or a horse, you can take me to the village chief's house to explore the truth first." ”

"Wait, this old man still has a Taoist chief, can you take me to that ditch head village together?" Suddenly, another handsome little monk in a white robe blocked the way of the two.

The little Taoist priest glanced at the little monk with interest, and said secretly: What a little master with extraordinary temperament.

Xiao Lingjue was also impressed by the temperament of this little Taoist, so he made another Buddha salute and asked lightly: "Amitabha, dare to ask this Taoist honorific title?" The poor monk forgot the dust, and this was polite. ”

Ge Qing also made a Taoist etiquette, saying: "Amitayus longevity, poor Dao Ge Qing, is a disciple of the Taoist Shangqing faction, there is a courtesy here." ”

(Note: Amitayus!) This is the Taoist authentic greeting, now a lot of Buddhism and Taoism are changed to Amitayus Buddha, it is really a kind of stain on Taoist culture, probably in the past years, due to the rise of storytelling and cross talk, some artists told the story of Taoism and Buddhism, the Taoist Amitayus was changed to Amitayus Buddha, I hope that book friends can help them correct this small mistake. ）

Ge Qing asked Xiao Lingjue, "I don't know, what is the reason why the little master forgets the dust goes to Goutou Village?" ”

Xiao Lingjue muttered: "Amitabha, the poor monk wants to resolve a catastrophe and find an opportunity of his own, I don't know what to do?" ”

Xiao Lingjue already knew the meaning of this little Taoist priest through Tianyan, but he still had a bad taste.

The little Taoist priest was shocked, he didn't expect that the little monk's intention seemed to be the same as his own, and he was able to find the hiding place of the blood corpse with the help of several ancestors, how did this little monk find it?

After pondering for a while, he already had a plan in his heart.

The little Taoist priest pretended to be mysterious and said: "Amitayus Buddha, the Tao can be the Tao, the very Tao, the name is famous, the name is not famous, the beginning of the famous heaven and earth, the mother of the nameless heaven and earth... Poor Dao felt it, as if there was a mysterious voice in the dark to guide Poor Dao here. ”

"Together?"

"Let's be together, then!"

The two little foxes looked at each other and smiled, and then formed a friendly team.

The old peasant hurriedly said: "Dao Chief, Master! Don't talk about it anymore, hurry up and follow me to the village chief's house to have a look, if you can resolve this disaster for us, all of us in Goutou Village are willing to make cattle and horses for you. ”

The little Taoist priest waved his hand: "It's not necessary to be a cow or a horse, you can take me to the village chief's house to explore the truth first." ”

"Needless to say, let's go to their house and have a look!"

Xiao Lingjue hurriedly agreed.

The three of them hurried to the old village chief's house in the west of the village, Goutou Village was not big, and there was only one road to the west of the village. Walking to the west of the village, the farmer pointed with his hand: "Little master, little road chief, this household is the village chief Liu Desheng's house." ”

The little Taoist priest looked up and down, the house was low-lying in the east and southeast directions, and there was a small puddle, and the gate was open in the southwest direction.

The little Taoist priest is stepping into the courtyard, the courtyard hall is hanging white flags, the door side is pasted with a couplet, the courtyard is set up with a mourning hall, a group of men are kowtowing, and the women in the house are crying heartbreakingly. A black coffin was placed in front of the hall.

The farmer ran into the house. After a while, a man in his fifties walked out. Xiao Lingjue thought to himself, this is probably the village chief Liu Desheng.

The village chief came to the little Taoist priest and Xiao Lingjue, looked him up and down, squinted his eyes and said, "I heard that the chief and the master said that my house is haunted, I don't know what the basis is?" You know, you can eat as you please, but you can't talk casually. ”

Xindao: These two masters are too young, they are too unreliable, you can't be gullible.

The little Taoist priest had already calculated, and said: "Poor Dao is not talented, but he is not a warlock who makes a living from cheating and abduction, just before entering the door, Mr. Bang looked at Feng Shui, due east and southeast low-lying, there are puddles, it is a crime of earthquake water and Xunshui, the door is open in the southwest direction. For the Kunmen, that is, the ghost gate. If Poor Dao didn't guess wrong, Ling Tang suffered from brain disease? Can't even keep your mouth shut before you die? ”

Xiao Lingjue glanced at this little Taoist priest who was talking, could this guy also have heavenly eyes?