The night was gloomy with a heavy sense of oppression.

Zhang Sanhui looked at such a night, and stopped talking several times.

Compared with the scarcity of the moon and stars when they came, the sky changed too quickly, and the speed was a little weird.

And with such a change, Zhang Sanhui was very reluctant to believe that the reason for this could be the thirteen-year-old Yuan Yu carried by Old Man Xiao.

Although their Heavenly Master's Mansion is good at talismans, but the Daomen lives for several days, and the reincarnation of cause and effect, he Zhang Sanhui is not ignorant.

It is precisely because of this that Zhang Sanhui faintly felt a sense of fear for Yuan Yu in his heart.

At the beginning, Sun Nianshou wanted to deduce the three souls of Yuan Yu with the technique of Taiyi Divine Number, but he was counterattacked and died......

And just now, there was rolling thunder in the sky......

Zhang Sanhui suddenly became creepy, and shivered excitedly, people who are not entangled in cause and effect will not have this strange phenomenon.

As for Yuan Yu, I don't know if it's an illusion, Zhang Sanhui always feels that Old Man Xiao must know something.

Old man Xiao just said, God doesn't pity him too much!

What does that mean?

Zhang Sanhui squinted and became confused.

As far as he knows, the book contains: Since the twenty-seventh year of King Zhao of Zhou, the Taoist ancestor preached and preached the Dharma in Yuntai in Shuzhong, which was the source of Taiyi, and since then, there have been many branches of Taiyi inheritance in all dynasties, and when Xiao Baozhen founded Taiyi Sect in Xiyuan, it reached its peak, and then compared to his Heavenly Master's Mansion, it is not much better, and it is such a prosperous inheritance, and its decline in the historical records of Daomen seems to be a big mystery.

In the records of all the classics of his Heavenly Master's Mansion, there is not a single word about the decline of the Taiyi Sect to say that this sect has suffered from the impact of the outside world.

It is only said that the Taiyi Sect was passed down to the seventh generation of sect master Xiao Tianyou, and gradually faded out of the world, and when it was born again, it suddenly fell apart, and the Dao Court ceased to exist......

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It's not hard to find the home of a strangely dead gambler.

When he inquired about the specific location, Xiyun Dahan went back to guard and waited for Old Man Xiao and them to come back.

In the dilapidated house in the courtyard, the dim lights still flickered through the windows.

The door was closed very tightly, and Xichen tried to push the door, but the inside was firmly covered by wooden sticks.

The movement outside the door startled the old dog who was watching the house in the yard, and after a few calls, he whimpered a few times around the stump with his tail between his legs, whimpered and buried his head in his body.

The yellow-faced woman came out of the house with a trembling voice and asked about anyone outside.

Xichen was a little unable to answer, and finally prevaricated that it was a friend of the owner.

Such words somehow angered the yellow-faced woman.

The woman waved her broom and frightened the little Dao Gu who was eating small bits and pieces behind her.

Through the low earthen wall, Xichen dodged the broom, and was about to explain, but he didn't want the woman in the yard to cry and scold: "You people with bad consciences, if you don't play money with you fox friends with bad consciences, how can I be widowed!" You will not die well, but you will go to Hell. ”

Xichen blocked Xiao Daogu behind him, a little helpless, he looked down on the dead gambler, but he also felt a little pity for this woman.

Xichen said helplessly: "We are old acquaintances!" ”

And the vigilant yellow-faced woman insisted on telling the name of her man.

How can this Xichen say, for a long time, sighed, took out the money from his pocket and counted half of it, pressed it against the wall with a clod of soil, and then took Xiao Daogu's hand and left, he had no reason to continue to let this poor woman suffer unnecessary fright, and he couldn't bear it.

When he turned around, the door of the courtyard creaked open.

The yellow-faced woman pinched the money tightly, as if she was hesitating whether to take it or not.

Xichen froze his body and said in a slow tone: "Sister-in-law, I don't hide it, I just heard that the eldest brother's death is a little weird, I'm afraid that I encountered something unclean, so I'm here to ask!" ”

The yellow-faced woman looked back and forth on Xiao Daogu a few times, and the vigilance in her eyes relaxed, and she asked with some fear: "Are you the mage in the temple?" ”

Xichen smiled: "No! ”

The yellow-faced woman's face was full of sadness: "Even the mage in the temple can't see what harmed my man!" Let's go, it's my man who has suffered retribution for playing money! This money, I ...... I ......"

Xichen shook his head and interrupted the woman's words: "I am a Taoist priest!" ”

The yellow-faced woman's eyes brightened, but she still questioned: "How can there be such a rich and clean Taoist priest......

Xichen was stunned, scratching his head for a long time, not knowing how to answer, he couldn't say that this was earned by the boss opening a mutton restaurant.

But the yellow-faced woman was still relieved: "I...... I'll give you the money back when I see my child......"

Sorry for the dust, he pulled Xiao Daogu and followed the woman into the door.

At the base of the wall, there is a half-broken sidecar motorcycle, which is similar to the kind ridden by the little devils in the past, so many old men and women call this motorcycle a devil car with love.

The confusion on his face is full of dust, in that era when the two-eight-bar bicycle was still the mainstay, this thing is not affordable for ordinary people.

This thing is incompatible with this shabby yard.

Under the rotten wooden windowsill, there were two frozen cabbages and frozen tofu.

This is not a storage habit that Mongolians have.

At that time, in general, it was still poor, and March did not know the taste of meat, or even longer.

Let some people get rich first...... It is strange that people who can do their duty and share their lives can never become one of these parts.

The dead gambler was buried, and there was not even a single incense in the house.

The yellow-faced woman poured water on Xichen with a yellow porcelain bowl still stained with slimy rice grains.

Xichen frowned and stood in the room for a moment, Old Man Xiao asked him to see what was strange about the gambler's death, but the person had already been buried.

What attracted Xichen's attention was the child sitting on the bed with an extremely abnormal complexion, about seven or eight years old.

The forehead was gloomy, the Yin Tang was bruised, and the timid eyes were lifeless.

The child was looking at Xishuang, or rather, at the meat skewers that Xishuang was holding in his hand.

It was a gaze that wanted, but didn't dare to say.

Xiao Daogu was very sensible and handed them all over, and said glutinously: "Sister will give you food!" ”

The boy's eyes lit up, but the yellow-faced woman on the side complained about the boy's spinelessness with red eyes and a sad look.

It's a pity that Chen's brows wrinkled even more, and the kid only took a bite, and as soon as he swallowed it, he spit it out again, and the blue-yellow bile spit out.

Xichen was shocked: "Eldest sister, you grab a bowl of white rice and mix it with hemp, millet, millet, wheat, and soybean!" ”

The yellow-faced woman was at a loss, and her face was panicked and helpless: "There are no such things at home, and the grain store is closed...... I'm going to call the door......"

With that, the yellow-faced woman hurried out of the door.

After the yellow-faced woman left, Xichen took out a piece of red rope from the cloth bag she carried, tied it to Xiao Daogu's wrist, and rubbed Xiao Daogu's hair: "Xiaoshuang, pinch the boy seal that Master taught you, and guard the door!" ”