After my father worshiped Wong Tai Sin, he gradually became a well-known gambling god. Whether it is playing mahjong, throwing poker, Zakin flowers, guessing the dice, he can't do it, the waist bag is gradually rich, the more gambling is bigger, and later he also built a small western-style building for the family, and on the day of completion, he beat gongs and drums in the village and set off firecrackers.

He still remembered the promise he made, so he really bought ten pigs' heads and ten old hens, spent a lot of money to hire a decoration team, rebuilt the mountain temple, and found a troupe to sing a big opera. My dad is also a ghost, and he blatantly does this in broad daylight, afraid that those gamblers will know, afraid that they will think of his recent winnings, and it is likely that other people will come to fight Wong Tai Sin's idea, so these projects arranged are carried out at night.

After doing this, he felt a lot more at ease and continued to gamble. Once he made a game with a few gambling friends, to pit a few outsiders, but the gamblers were found by these outsiders, these cross-river dragons are not fuel-efficient lamps, all the gambling funds were taken away, not to mention, but also stinky beat a few of them, all of them are dead hands, my father was almost disabled, and his legs were lame.

This is the first time that he has had such a big situation after worshipping Wong Tai Sin, and he didn't reflect on his behavior, but was thinking about why it didn't work.

Suddenly, he thought of a possibility, when he promised Wong Tai Sin that day, there was actually a wish that was not returned. He promised to hand over his son to Wong Tai Sin!

His son, of course, is me. At that time, I was still young, and I didn't have an anniversary, unlike the sharp-beaked monkey gills now, when I was a child, I was white and fat, and I was very likable. After all, my father is a human being, and he is somewhat human, and he can't bear to throw his son out.

Since that day, his gambling luck has taken a turn for the worse, and he has always lost every time he gambles, and the money he won the other day has almost lost back. He knew that the problem was with his son, so he went home and circled around me, picked me up and put me down, restless.

My grandfather looked strange and asked him what was wrong, but my father didn't say anything at first, but then he was anxious and told him about going to the mountain temple to petition and using his son to make a vow. My grandfather was furious, and a big mouth punched him straight out of the house, knocking him off the broom to break his other leg.

My grandmother was still alive at the time, and she came out to see what was going on, and the two of them quarreled in the yard. At this moment, someone knocked on the door outside, and the courtyard fell silent. Grandma went to open the door, but there was no one outside the door, and then looked at the door panel, and there was a small blood-red handprint.

This little mudra has no five fingers, petite like a baby, my father's face changed, and he immediately understood that it was a weasel.

Obviously, the weasel came to the door and asked for the child's life.

This matter is troublesome, there is no way, my grandfather took my father to find the old fairy in the village. This old fairy's surname is Wang, and the people in the village call him Wang Shenxian. Wang Shenxian is quite Taoist, and his family is an ancestral pole mover. Moving a pole is a jargon, that is, out of the horse fairy. The horse fairy in his family is very peculiar, and it is not possessed by animals.

Wang Shenxian listened to my grandfather say this, and after thinking about it, he asked my father to wrap a big red envelope for him, and he opened the incense hall to ask his old fairy how to solve it.

I asked Lao Xian'er, Lao Xian'er said that this matter was very troublesome, and said to my father, first of all, you are a petition, not who forced you to do it, and the petition naturally has to be repaid. Another one, the yellow skin of the mountain temple is a self-conscious spirit, belonging to the scattered immortals, it is extremely difficult to practice, and there are countless catastrophes. This is not a child's house, and if you make a wish and it does not get it, it will damage its merits, and it will be a disaster for you and for it.

All in all, if this matter is not handled well, not to mention the unjust money, it is possible that the family will be ruined and the family will die.

My grandfather was anxious and asked what to do, he couldn't really give his fat grandson to a weasel.

The old fairy didn't have a good way, he just said that he would salute first and then the soldiers, go to the mountain temple first to spend more money to repay his wishes, and discuss with Huang Pizi. If it doesn't agree, we'll say something we don't agree with when we come back.

The two had no choice, so they had to spend a lot of money to buy five livestock, six animals and eight treasures, and my father filled in the little money he won before, bought a lot of offerings, and went to the mountain temple of the Zhao family temple, all for the yellow skin.

Strange to say, just as the offering was about to be offered, suddenly the heavens changed, and the good sunny day was overcast, and it rained heavily, and the eerie evil wind swept up all these offerings, and even the offering table was shattered.

The fool also knew that Wong Tai Sin was dissatisfied and lost his temper.

The two of them returned home with a disgraced face and told Wang Shenxian about it. Wang Shenxian invited the old fairy of the family again, and the old fairy also lost his temper, saying that the scattered family fairy is the loose family fairy, there are no rules and stinky temper, so it is easy to talk about it and not listen, forcing us to turn our faces and be ruthless. The old fairy said that she would meet this yellow skin.

When a few of them arrived at the mountain temple, Wang Shenxian brought a bag of Cang'er. Xanthella is also called pear picking in our northeast, and it is a fruit the size of a small finger's skull, covered with barbs, and difficult to remove if it sticks to the hair.

Wang Shenxian sprinkled these ears around the mountain temple, and then combined them with ancestral spells. The next morning, when a few people came again, they found the traces of the yellow skin, they searched all the way according to the scattered Cang'er, and found a huge locust tree behind the mountain temple.

Wang Shenxian picked up the Cang'er scattered on the ground and used a firewood knife to remove the weeds around the tree, and several people were stunned when they saw it.

In the nest of the tree, a huge weasel, with all fours facing the sky, was sleeping soundly. When my father saw it, he snatched the firewood knife and cut it with a swing.

Wang Shenxian was startled, hurriedly stopped, and shouted: "No! ”

Huang Pizi was extremely sensitive, and suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that several people had touched the nest, so he turned around and ran. Wang Shenxian recited a spell to stop it, and asked my grandfather to go out first, and he wanted to negotiate with Huang Pizi.

My dad was angry, and he didn't know where such a big fire came from, holding a firewood knife and turning around all over the ground. At this time, Wang Shenxian came out of the hole in the tree and said that he had finished negotiating with Huang Pizi just now. Huang Pizi means that it's okay not to have children, but there is a condition.

My grandfather asked what the conditions.

Wang Shenxian said, your son has made a wish, and this cannot be changed, so it must take away a human life. It's not your grandson, it's your son's.

When my dad heard this, he was even more annoyed, and sneered and said that he wanted my life, hehe. After sneering, he turned around and left.

That night, my father hired a cart in Zhaojiamiao, the cart was full of buckets, he pushed the cart to the back of the mountain temple, and said viciously to the tree nest, if you don't let me live, I will kill you first!

He lifted the buckets one by one to the tree nest and poured them into it, and the Seventh Army was flooded. When the water was filled, the corpses of several weasels surfaced in the inlet, one of the largest, which was the yellow skin who was about to become a cultivator, and a few cubs, all of whom were estimated to be its children.

My dad was a little sober at this time, he just felt sweating all over his body, ringing in his ears, and he didn't want the car, so he turned around and ran down the mountain.

My dad has been missing ever since. A week after he was found, the police, along with our family and the village chief, found my father's body dead in the depths of a trench outside the village.

The trench was a newly dug canal, unflooded, and a shallow layer of water underneath, not even the upper of the shoe. Strange to say, after forensic examination, my father drowned in this layer of water. His belly bulged, his eyes bulged, and the whole giant looked at it, and the police suspected that this was not the first scene of death, but they could check it and find the cause of death, so they could only close the case in a hurry.

My father just left, I was still an infant at the time, and when I grew up, I had the impression that he was an extremely strange man. Grandpa once showed me his photo, and it seemed that this strange man gave me a very strange feeling, which I couldn't explain, maybe this is the father-son connection in the dark.

After my father died, Wang Shenxian sensed that something was wrong and took my grandfather to the mountain temple again. When they got there, they were both stupid, the huge locust tree had rotted from its roots, and the corpses of several weasels were lying in the grass, already blackened.

From that day on, many incredible things began to happen in the village, an old lady was celebrating her 80th birthday, and she died suddenly on the spot, and the wedding banquet turned into a funeral. Many of the villagers' dogs died inexplicably, and the worst thing was that when the autumn harvest was approaching, the village was suddenly hit by hailstorms, and most of the apples and vegetables planted were smashed, and the losses were extremely heavy.

The people in the village began to gossip, saying that Wong Tai Sin was originally going to become an immortal, but now after being killed by the bad boy of the old Feng family, this resentment is afraid that it will harm the whole village.

The village raised a lot of money to worship at the Zhaojia Temple, but the effect was not good, and several old people died one after another, and my grandmother also passed away at that time.

The people in the village invited Wang Shenxian to come out to ask about things, Wang Shenxian invited his own old fairy, and the old fairy said a word, he could only use Feng Ziwang to sacrifice to the sky and calm the soul of Huang Daxian.

This unlucky ghost named Feng Ziwang was me, and I was less than a year old at the time.