Let's say that after the strange old man with perverse behavior pretended to be ghostly for a while, the little mute, Qiushui and the others miraculously broke free from the clutches of death......

"Dao Ye, thank you for your rescue! Have my brothers turned the corner?" Wukong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked tremblingly.

"They're just saving their lives temporarily!" Lao Dao looked at everyone with wide eyes: "Donors, you don't know, the black and white impermanence and bull-headed horse face sent by Yan Lao Wu just now have put bright chains around the necks of these friends......

"Oh......" When the frightened people heard Lao Dao say this, they couldn't help but snort softly, and they all looked at both sides in unison, and subconsciously touched their necks......

"What are you touching...... Those ghostly guys have already slipped away...... "The old Taoist danced with his hands, compared and gestured, and said quite proudly: "Just now, fortunately, the poor Dao was prepared, first covered the souls of several of them with the strongest qi, and then concentrated and meditated, reciting the mantra, and then sent those few ghosts who asked for their lives to drink back ......"

"Yes...... Goku said worriedly, "Will these ghosts come again?"

"Of course, Lord Jin, as the saying goes, 'The king of Hades told him to die for the third watch, who dares to keep him until dawn!' These ghosts are just hindering the face of the poor road, so they will go back to the City God Temple for a while to avoid the limelight! They are also the upper and lower factions, and they can't take away the souls of these friends today, and they can't make a difference!" said the old man with a frown.

"In this way, my brothers are still in trouble......" Goku suddenly fell into the abyss of despair again......

"Dao Ye, please be merciful and save these brothers!" Compared with Wukong, the descendant's mood was even more depressed, and the deep sense of self-reproach made his voice tremble a little when he spoke, "If you can really save them from death, then in this life and this life, the descendants are willing to be your slaves, and you don't have to wander around the world, just be a carefree hermit under this Phoenix Mountain, and the descendants will bring you tea and water, and send you to the end of the elderly!"

"Really, isn't the donor joking!" Lao Dao immediately smiled, "Heal them, is Poor Dao really the head of the family here?"

"Don't worry, Dao Ye swears by the sky, his mouth is not hearty, and the heavens and the earth will be destroyed!" The descendant's eyes were blazing, and he looked very excited.

"Okay! The donor is really bold and righteous, and his reputation is well deserved! Then the poor road will be sincere and sincere, and immediately cast a spell to save people!" The old Taoist eyebrows danced, smiled happily, and said to Wu Gang of Leng Keke: "Little donor, don't stand stupidly, hurry up and prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the poor road must be done immediately!"

"Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, I don't have a literati at home, where did I get any pen, ink, paper, and inkstone?" Although Wu Gang's words were a bit blunt, what he said was also true!

"Then you go and find a big bowl, go to the stove and scrape some ash from the bottom of the pot, then use water to make it even, and bring a pair of chopsticks! As for rice paper, let's use silk instead!" the old Tao commanded word by word.

"Daoye, there is no ...... in silk," the descendant said on the side: "When I invited the Stove King Shrine today, I bought some yellow mounted paper by the way, I don't know if it can be used?"

"Yellow mounting paper is better! Without further ado, you should hurry up and prepare! Poor Dao is also a little tired and wants to take a rest!" Lao Dao said and stretched, sat on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes, and rushed to take a nap.

Now it was getting dark, and the house was already lit up. The descendant and Wu Gang quickly prepared the things to be applied, and the anxious Wukong hurriedly woke up the sleepy-eyed old Dao and sat down with him at the table of the Eight Immortals in the upper room......

"Hmm...... Good preparation!" Lao Dao yawned, rubbed his eyes, looked at the various supplies on the table, and said to himself: "The paper is ready, the ink is researched, is it just this...... Alas, it's all to blame for being nosy!"

Lao Dao nodded, shook his head again, picked up the whisk and shook it, hesitated again and again, and finally sighed softly, and pulled off a lock of mane with great reluctance......

"Old man, it's rude...... old man said, he actually made a mockery at the dust, and then picked a straight and well-proportioned chopstick, tied the lock of mane to the end of the chopsticks, and then licked it with the tip of his tongue, dipped it in the ink made of ash at the bottom of the pot, and wrote it on the yellow mounting paper......

Wukong looked at it intently on the side, and saw that the yellow mounted paper read: The Phoenix Mountain City God was forwarded to His Excellency the Five Emperors Yan Jun: The foolish brother Zhang Kui and the respected brother Lingxiao Treasure Hall have been separated for several years. The upright and upright style of respecting the brother has always been admired by the foolish brother. Today is the time when the foolish brother goes to Lingxiao again, and he occasionally bumps into the law enforcement of the special envoy of the respected brother at the foot of Phoenix Mountain. The foolish brother found out that the four criminals captured by the brother's envoy were all related to the brother's opponent Bi Ma Wen, so in a hurry, the foolish brother took matters into his own hands and drank back the bull head and horse noodles and other ghosts for the respected brother, so as not to cause trouble and cause unrest in the underworld. In addition, these four criminals also have intersections with their descendants, the descendants are the queen mother of the West Gaozu, and the brother looks at the queen mother's face, and lets these four people and a horse! Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, these three realms and six realms, and all living beings, who does not have a horse stirrup short, Wang Brother raised his noble hand, and thought twice! The book is not exhaustive, praise Jun'an! Foolish brother Zhang Kui is the head!

After finishing it in one go, Lao Dao drew another spell on the yellow mounted paper, then picked it up and handed it to Wukong, "Master Jin, quickly incinerate this book in the middle of the courtyard!"

Wukong held the yellow mounted paper in his hand, glanced at Lao Dao very suspiciously, and stopped talking......

When he came to the courtyard, Wu Gang brought over a brazier, Wukong put the yellow paper into the basin, and the descendants lit it with a candle......

At the same time, the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls suddenly came from all around, and the sound of chains crashing was not heard! For a while, the small fenced courtyard that was like a paradise on weekdays fell into an eerie and terrifying atmosphere, as if it were hell......

After a while, the flame gradually lost its momentum, and finally "poofed" sparks and turned into ashes......

At this moment, the sound of the demons dancing around the small courtyard also stopped abruptly......

The night was quiet again, and as usual, the lights on the windows flickered, the sky was full of stars, and the thrilling scenes were like a lingering nightmare......

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, good and good!" Lao Dao's hearty laughter broke the silence for a while, "Master Jin, congratulations! Just now, Poor Dao has been asking Yan Lao Wu for a full thirty years of yang life for a few of your friends, even if they can't sleep for a long time, they can still keep three inches of qi in ......"

"Immortal Chief, you can't let them fall asleep for a long time!" Wukong was anxious in his heart, and hurriedly came to the house, bowing to Lao Dao Shen again, "Please Immortal Elder must cast another magic spell to make them recover as soon as possible!"

"It's not difficult to recover completely! Poor Dao has already said just now, you just need to worship the god of the stove and ask for medicine!" The old Taoist waved the dust and said with a stern face: "You guys hurry up and invite the shrine of the king of the stove to come out!"

When the descendants heard this, they hurriedly took out the shrine of the Stove King from the baggage, enshrined it on the main hall, and then placed a pair of red incense wax, an incense burner, and a bunch of sugar melons......

"Oh, donor! How can this shrine of the Stove King be offered in the main hall? Invite him to the stove room to settle down!" Looking at the descendants who were in a hurry, Lao Dao looked very helpless, "Forget it, don't blame those who don't know, let the Stove God occupy the main hall once!"

"Big brother, why do I think there is something wrong with this Stove King Shrine......" Wu Gang looked at it for a long time, and suddenly said faintly.

"That's not right...... What's wrong......" The descendant took a closer look and couldn't help but let out a "oh......

But I saw that the red background and black characters of the Stove King Shrine were very elegantly framed, and the painting was also very expressive. The four words of "East Kitchen Division" written on the above are vigorous and powerful, and the left and right sides are equipped with the stove king pair, "God says good things, return to the palace to be auspicious", and the good and evil boys below guard the merit bottle and are divided into two compartments, and in the middle of the drooping hand sits the grandmother of the stove king with kind eyebrows, hanging her hand...... The position of the hanging hand turned out to be empty, where did the Lord of the Stove go......

"Oh, I'll just say, it's in the main hall, if the name is not right, the Lord of the Stove slipped away first in anger...... "The old man laughed and said: "But it doesn't matter, the grandmother of the King of the Stove has the best heart, and it is better for her to be on duty in the hall alone!"

As he spoke, he took three sticks of incense, lit them, and inserted them into the incense burner with his left hand......

"Grandma Stove King is kind, okay!" Lao Dao muttered quietly, stretched out his right hand, grabbed a handful out of thin air in the place surrounded by cigarettes and put it into the palm of his left hand, and after repeating it several times, he saw that a layer of crystal clear, white jade fine particles appeared in his left hand......

"Donors, the medicine has been invited!" Lao Dao instructed: "Quickly pour these medicines into the pot of water that has been quenched by the poor Dao, and put them on the stove to heat them after they are alive, and put some green onions, ginger, garlic, and chili peppers in if they are there." After boiling, the soup is made into seven feelings! Divide it into four portions, pry open the teeth of the four patients, and pour them in. Then they will spit out some filth and prepare a few more broken buckets for later use......"

Lao Dao's instructions were very detailed, and according to his requirements, everyone hurriedly tossed for a long time, and finally everything was ready!

Wukong personally carefully poured four bowls of Qiqing soup into Qiushui, Little Mute and the others one by one! After about a bag of cigarettes, they only heard the four of them "growl" in their stomachs, and "wow" spit out a lot of fishy and foul-smelling things......

After they vomited, Qiu Shui and Wu Gang pinched their noses and leaned over to clear the filth!

After a while, I suddenly saw Qiushui open his eyes, gasped softly, and said weakly: "Brother Shan, are you there......"

"Qiushui, where am I...... Your eyes have seen it!" Wukong excitedly shook Qiushui's cold hand, and two lines of hot tears rolled down his cheeks......

"Group leader, I heard you talking! Where is Aunt Xiu?" came the sound of the fan......

"Aunt Xiu, Aunt Xiu, when you open your eyes, you are Aunt Xiu...... Why does it stink so much?" shouted in guts......

"Awake, awake, all awake!" said the descendant, as happy as a child, "what about the little mute...... Why don't you speak!"

Yi ...... Brother, you let ...... What do I say...... I'm hungry...... Dead, powerful...... Qi said...... Words?" The little mute said a word, and everyone was amused......