Huzi was half leaning on the quilt, and Mr. Peng sat on the edge of the kang to supervise him to drink the medicine, so as not to be bitter like last time, and he secretly poured half of it down the cracks in the wall tiles.

The last time Huzi drank the decoction was in the winter of the first year. At that time, he went to the lake to dig a hole to fish, but splashed water on his body, and when he came back, he contracted the wind cold. Mr. Peng found Lang Zhong and grabbed two pills, and gave Huzi a few days but did not get better. If it weren't for the wet paper on the wall, Mr. Peng wouldn't have known that Huzi would secretly pour medicine.

Hu Ziqiang swallowed the bowl of bitter soup and let out a long breath. He is now wrapped like a dumpling, and there are some wounds on his hands and feet, but fortunately they are not deep, and he should be better if he applies medicine. It's just that there is no place in the muscles and muscles on his body that is not painful, and the slightest movement of his body will involve him baring his teeth.

At this time, Huzi, who has always spread the futon on the kang with the futon wide open, knows the benefits of folding the quilt - when sitting on the kang, you can rely on the quilt, which is also more comfortable.

"Do you remember anything?" Seeing that Huzi drank the medicine clean, Mr. Peng took the empty bowl and handed over a bowl of water, "What do you remember that night?" ”

Huzi took the water, drank half a bowl in one go, and washed away the bitter taste in his mouth. He thought for a moment and shook his head: "I don't remember, I just remember that night I was plotted by that Zhang Li and Daoist Fu, and Uncle Shi saved my life." Then I meditate on pranayama...... Seems to have gone mad? I don't remember. ”

"It's okay......" Mr. Peng nodded, "You don't remember, it's not a good thing." ”

Huzi refused to be so unclear. When he woke up, his mouth was a little uncomfortable, and he reached out and touched his tiger teeth in his mouth, but it almost cut his fingertips. This tiger tooth on the top is the only mark left that night.

He asked, "Master, what happened to me that night?" ”

"Like you said, go crazy." Mr. Peng replied, "You have gone mad, you have lost your mind, and you have been injured in a fight with that Taoist. I rushed to save you, that's all. ”

Huzi felt that something was wrong: "That...... Where's my uncle? I remember that my uncle was also entangled with that Taoist priest at that time, can't the two of us beat him? ”

"If you lose your mind and have no rules, you naturally can't count." Mr. Peng didn't hesitate to tell a lie, I don't know if he prepared the words in advance, or arranged them improvised, "At that time, your six relatives didn't recognize it, and your uncle had to beware of that Taoist priest not to hurt you, so naturally it would not take two or three percent of his strength." That Fu Daoist is also very skilled, so he naturally hurt you and your uncle. ”

"Oops!" Huzi exclaimed, "Is Uncle Shi also injured?" How is he? ”

Mr. Peng smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, your uncle's bronze diamond iron Arhat-like character has nothing to do." He has eaten and slept well for the past two days, and you don't need to worry. As he spoke, Li Lintang lifted the curtain on the door and walked in, holding some food in his hand.

"You kid is also fateful!" Li Lintang put the finely stewed rice porridge on the edge of the kang, "If it weren't for your master to save you, and you would have gone mad and lost your mind, you would have entered the demon path and become like a walking corpse." ”

Mr. Peng coughed, and Li Lintang turned his head, only to see Mr. Peng waving his hand to him slightly.

Huzi didn't see the small movements of the two at all, and he only had this bowl of porridge in his eyes now. Originally, he didn't feel it, but he felt hungry when he smelled the rice fragrance.

This porridge is boiled with rice. Rice can only be enjoyed during festivals, when taking care of the sick or serving confinement, but where can you eat it in ordinary times? The fragrance of rice in the Kanto region is indeed famous all over the world, but apart from the ones that must be sold to the imperial court, there is not much left in the hands of the people who cultivate the paddy fields. In addition, Changtu Province is mostly planted with corn and sorghum, and there are few rice fields, so this rice is even more rare. No matter how rich a family is, they can't take rice as a staple food for a meal.

Huzi's bowl of porridge is not only rice, it is more like it is stewed. Finely chopped dried tofu, finely smeared lean meat, and boiled mung beans are all in this bowl. Huzi "purred" and put this bowl of porridge down in three or two bites, and asked with the bowl: "Uncle Shi, is there anything else?" ”

"I can't eat it anymore," Mr. Peng said, "for the past two or three days, we have ground rice milk and fed it from your mouth little by little. ”

Huzi put down the bowl stupidly and fell back on the quilt. He asked, "Master, you said that Taoist priest Fu has no grievances with me, why do you want to harm me?" And that Zhang Li, I offended him, but I didn't necessarily offend him so deeply, why did he want me to die? ”

"Who says there is no injustice and no hatred?" Li Lintang raised his eyebrows, "This surnamed Fu has a grudge against our ghost family!" ”

As soon as Huzi heard it, he came to the spirit - what is the origin of this Fu Daoist and the ghost family? So he asked, "Uncle Shi, how did the Fu Daoist make an enmity with our family?" How did he come from? ”

"That's an old friend of the teacher," Mr. Peng said, "You don't need to know too much about the grievances of the previous generation." This time he did it to you is a misunderstanding, in the future, you should be wary of this person, don't worry too much, what happened to me. If he attacks you again, you can't fight him, and you can still run away, don't deliberately provoke him. As for that Zhang Li, I went to see him yesterday, and it is insignificant, so I don't need to worry about it. ”

"Oh." Seeing that the master didn't want to speak, Huzi answered vaguely, and then there was no sound in the room for a while.

"Uncle Shi," Huzi said, "Why are you so coincidental?" Just in time! ”

Li Lintang frowned: "That day, you went to find Zhang Daxian on the front foot, and I went to the Drum Tower with your master on the back foot." I heard that you were invited to a banquet at the prefect's office, and we didn't take it seriously. Then it was dark, and your master wanted to listen to the play there, so he sent me to look for you. ”

"Speaking of which, Huzi, you have grown capable!" Mr. Peng interjected, "You still went to see the prefect?" You're blowing with the people in the drum tower, but you can't pass my ears. Do you still have nothing to do with that big immortal? I have heard of Hu Seventeen's name, the head of Zhang Daxian's family is a disciple of Hu Seventeen, you better have less contact with him. ”

Huzi nodded yes, and secretly rejoiced in his heart: I didn't tell the truth to others, and it was the same as the set of words that everyone coaxed Fu Daoist in the government that night, and now he was asked by the master, if he learned that he was not only related to the cousin of Grandma Seventeen's disciple, but also had something to do with Hu Seventeen himself, then he had to be beaten off a layer of skin?

"Where's the silver?" Mr. Peng also ignored Huzi's vague response and asked directly.

Huzi was stunned: "What silver?" Mr. Peng made a straight face: "You are 'watching' with the prefect's office, what about the incense money?" ”

This time, Huzi heard what his master meant, and he twisted his voice coquettishly: "Master~"

"It's not good," Mr. Peng stretched out his hand to stop Huzi behind him, "This is to see that you are injured, I will write it down for you first, don't think you can escape this beating." Where did you put the money? ”

Huzi was deflated: "In the rattan box...... Wrapped in my short gown. ”

This is the first amount of incense money he got to exorcise evil spirits and demons has been confiscated like this, and Huzi feels very uncomfortable. It's not because of anything else, doesn't he feel that he owes Grandma Seventeen a favor for nothing?

Seeing that Li Lintang packed up the dishes and chopsticks and was about to go out, Huzi hurriedly stopped: "Uncle Shi! ”

Li Lintang turned around and frowned: "What's the matter?" Huzi slowed down for a while, clasped his hands into fists and said, "Uncle Xie for saving his life!" Li Lintang was stunned for a moment, turned his head, snorted coldly, and walked out of the house with his legs with the dishes and chopsticks, ignoring Huzi again.

There were only two masters and apprentices left in this room, and it was Huzi who spoke first: "Master...... Did I do something wrong to make my uncle unhappy? ”

"No," said Mr. Peng, "he is angry with me, not with you." ”

"Master...... Am I not fit to practice? ”

"You are my disciple. Are you saying I'm blind? ”

So in this way, it was cold again.

Huzi didn't have so many words on weekdays, he just felt a little panicked, and he had to keep talking to Mr. Peng to dispel this panic - or fear. This is an emotion that has no reason and no reason. But Huzi always felt that he had done something wrong, and he was faintly uneasy.

Thinking that before the master left, he was still messing with him awkwardly, and this time he didn't say anything soft, and Huzi also felt uncomfortable.

So Huzi spoke again: "Master, this time I went to Bamian City, which dirty job did you do?" ”

"I don't want you to say it at home." Mr. Peng was disgusted. Then he took out something like a stone from his body and threw it at Huzi: "Look at it." ”

Huzi took the "stone", looked at it carefully, and immediately saw that it was just a "stone talisman".

The so-called stone talisman is a relatively rare thing that carves a talisman on a stone according to certain rules. Because an effective stone talisman requires the blessing of a monk, the carving should also be done by the monk, because it is troublesome and inconvenient to use, so it is rarely circulated. Like the talismans drawn on paper, stone talismans are also effective in the hands of the right people, and some use spells to induce, but because they can be stored for a long time, they are more used for the purpose of keeping the house safe.

I don't know what material this stone talisman is, the whole body is ink-colored, and it can be seen that it is slightly translucent when you look at the sun, and there are some wisps of texture in it. The problem is the carving on the stone rune. At first glance, the sigils on this look like ordinary sigils, but after a closer look, Huzi found that none of the sigils on it were known to him! All the spells seem to have the same root as what I have learned, but there are some specious meanings, and the combinations and arrangements are completely different.

Because he couldn't understand it, Huzi put down the stone talisman and asked, "Master, where did this thing come from?" ”

Mr. Peng picked up the stone talisman, looked at the sunlight for a while, and said, "This time, it seems that it is not a sneaky evil, but a **ah ......."