"Sprinkle a handful of glutinous rice in front of the door." The Mr. Qi'an pointed with a smile.

The boss of Zhangjia Silk Village scattered a handful of glutinous rice in disbelief.

"Bring the rice wine and bring a small stove,"

These are not difficult to do, and the boss of Zhangjia Silk Village did as he said.

Mr. Qi'an asked the little girl who made fried buns for an empty bowl and a bowl of chopped green onions.

"Sir......" The boss looked at Mr. Qi'an cooking wine without saying anything, and after a while, the aroma of wine spread.

"What now?"

"Wait." The Mr. Qi'an poured some rice wine and shook it in the bowl.

The crowd looked here with wide eyes.

"Sir, are you going to cook wine today?"

"I guess it's trying to make wine to attract drinkers, to be honest, it's not very good."

……

While speaking, the voice of "Crying Five Watches" came from somewhere, this kind of voice, many hawkers have retreated, but they have to retreat in case of white things, otherwise it will not be good to touch the mold.

The fried bun stall also retreated a little, and after everyone retreated, only the Mr. Qi'an had a table on the side of the road, and there was the owner of the restless Zhangjia Silk Village on the side.

There was an endless stream of pointing and pointing voices around, perhaps because of the methods of this Mr. Qi'an a few days ago, everyone was not coaxed, but they all looked here with wide eyes and curiosity.

From the gate of the city, a group of relatives who sent white things soon poured in, and the relatives had a sad look on their faces, but judging from the actions of the honor guard, it seemed to be the relatives of some official family.

"Sir, do you want to avoid it?" The boss of Zhangjia Silk Village couldn't sit still.

Facing the boss of Zhangjia Silk Village with a panicked face, Mr. Qi'an got up: "You go to the side first!" ”

The boss successfully breathed a sigh of relief and stepped aside: "Sir, be careful. ”

The Mr. Qi'an smiled and nodded.

The beating and beating guard of honor walked to the front of the silk village, and the person carrying the spirit suddenly shook his feet, and then, a rare situation appeared, with a loud sound that shook the sky.

The coffin is overturned!

The onlookers showed unbearable expressions.

"Which honor guard is this, it's really ......"

"I've never heard of a coffin halfway up and turned over."

"What can I do?"

Someone exclaimed: "This is the honor guard of Mr. Xu's family of the great Confucian Xu Changshan!" ”

"This is his old father who just died, and when the funeral is over, Mr. Xu will go home to worry, how could such a thing happen."

……

The more the shopkeeper of the silk village listened, the paler his face became: he was almost certain that it must be his handful of glutinous rice! It was his glutinous rice that overturned the person who carried the spirit, and overturned Mr. Xu Changshan's father's guard of honor, thinking of this, he was staggering, almost fainting, staggering, and remembered to see the initiator, but saw that Mr. Qi'an stood up and walked straight to the honor guard, a child with a dull expression.

But I saw that the child's eyes seemed to be unfocused, and he was nervously protected by a woman in her arms, and in the panic and anger of the crowd, he stood like a puppeteer with a string, out of place with everyone.

"Kid." Mr. Qi'an walked up to the child.

The boss of Zhangjia Silk Village instinctively exclaimed: "Mr. Qi'an! ”

Mr. Qi'an reached out and patted the child's head, and withdrew his hand in time before the lady's angry cry could be initiated.

A bronze mirror appeared in front of the child, and a dull face appeared in the bronze mirror.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up." That Mr. Qi'an patted the bronze mirror and drank it.

The sluggish child stared straight into the bronze mirror, and then suddenly let out an earth-shattering cry.

"Grandfather!"

"Brother Yong." The woman's angry expression turned to astonishment, and then she hugged the child in ecstasy: "My brother Yong." ”

A middle-aged man with square eyebrows who walked at the forefront walked over and shouted in surprise: "Brother Yong!" ”

The child cried out with tears: "Father, my name is grandfather, and grandfather ignores me!" ”

"Brother Yong'er, alright?" After a while, many relatives gathered around.

When the old lady died, it was Brother Yong'er who found out, Xu was too frightened, Brother Yong'er seemed to have lost his soul since then, he couldn't speak, he couldn't laugh, he was stupid, he invited the hospital to be right, but there was still no improvement, I didn't expect that today, I met such a young man on the road, it was so good, this is to meet a strange person in the rivers and lakes!

Xu Changshan was stunned for a moment, looking at the young man with outstanding demeanor in front of him, the thing written on the banner next to him was that he was a Mr. Yin and Yang, and it seemed that he had heard someone call him "Mr. Qi'an"?

Xu Changshan took a long breath and said: "A certain Xu Changshan, thank you Mr. Qi'an for saving the dog today." ”

Others are middle-aged, and now there is only one son of Brother Yong under his knees, Su Rili is quite important, Brother Yong is also likable, I didn't expect to encounter such a thing, and when the old father had an accident, these days, it really made him stay old for more than ten years.

"Little things." The Mr. Qi'an smiled and raised the bowl of hot rice wine in his hand, "Your family really needs to be healed by the one behind you, but do you want to help?" ”

Behind? Xu Changshan frowned, turned around, and saw the coffin of his father who was knocked open in the corner behind him.

Before he could answer, Mr. Qi'an shook his head: "When you meet on the road, you are fate, and if you meet me, you should not die!" ”

He shot extremely fast, and before Xu Changshan could stop him, he had already reached out and pushed the coffin away.

This is a practitioner, Xu Changshan said in his heart. The texture of this coffin is made of thick golden silk nanmu, and it takes eight people to lift it, but Mr. Qi'an pushed the coffin open as soon as he stretched out his hand.

"What are you going to do?" Before Xu Changshan could say anything, the face of the clan was already red, "Changshan, what are you still doing in a daze, quickly throw this charlatan out and send it away." ”

"Who dares to touch Mr. Qi'an!" A little girl's voice shouted, "Mr. Qi'an never lies!" ”

"Mr. Qi'an is not a charlatan!"

"Mr. Qi'an only needs 30 yuan for a hexagram, and only one hexagram a day, I haven't waited for a long time!"

"You just listen to Mr. Qi'an, and you won't suffer."

……

Unexpectedly, Uncle Clan's angry shout actually attracted the crazy protests of the peddlers and pawns around him, Xu Changshan looked at the young man in front of him, and it was difficult to associate him with the charlatans just by looking at his appearance, he didn't expect him to have such a reputation among these peddlers, not to mention that he also rescued Brother Yong'er.

Xu Changshan hesitated: If so...... If this Mr. Qi'an can really save his father, then is he ...... But this is too unbelievable.

His hesitation slowed down the uncle, and as soon as the young man stretched out his hand, the cooked rice wine had already fallen into the old father's mouth.