The next day, Xuan Po came to Thrush Village to find her grandfather out of the mountain, but her grandfather refused. Xuanpo was puzzled, and followed her grandfather for a morning, and grandpa just insisted on not interfering in this matter.

"Why are you suddenly not interfering in these things? Wasn't you very enthusiastic before? Xuan Po shouted dissatisfiedly.

Grandpa picked up a hoe and stepped out of the house to walk up the ridge, and the wife followed behind without giving up. Grandpa walked like a fly on the narrow ridge, and the wife followed crookedly. Grandpa went to his paddy field and set about widening the ditch, digging piles of black dirt into the ridges of the fields, blocking the road in front of Xuanpo.

Muddy water splashed on the pant leg of the woman. Xuan Po lost her temper and said angrily: "Master Ma, how can you do this? Besides, you've been involved in the red-haired ghost for a long time, and now you're suddenly ignoring it at this point. Send the Buddha to the west. ”

Grandpa still didn't say a word, digging a ditch by himself. After digging the ditch, the grandfather picked up the hoe again and walked to another paddy field. The ridges were very narrow, and they were all filled with silt dug up by the grandfather, and the grandmother couldn't cross over, so she had to watch the grandfather go farther and farther. Xuan Po cursed fiercely in her heart, but she had no choice but to go back and face the "noble Taoist" who didn't know whether it was true or not. Along the way, he left behind the complaints and curses of the election wife.

When she returned to the door, she was surprised when she met the oncoming Taoist priest.

The red-haired ghost was held in his hand like a dog, the red of the chain had receded, one end of the chain was tightly wrapped around the neck of the red-haired ghost, and the other end was tightly grasped by the Precious Taoist. In the eyes of Xuan Po, the Rosewood Priest is like a big money in the city, walking with his head held high, and the red-haired ghost seems to be a pet dog he raises. The Rose Taoist priest still wears a strange dress, an oversized hat, and an overly exaggerated coat. This time, the wife saw his face clearly. His face was very old, but it was strangely old, and many of the wrinkles on his face were not ordinary wrinkles, but like creases. His face can be described as a crumpled piece of paper stuck to his head, like a crudely made scarecrow.

When this thought flashed through Xuan's mind, he felt even more that there was a scarecrow standing in front of him, a big hat and a big raincoat to protect him from the wind and rain.

The eyes of the Noble Daoist had lost the flames of last night, and were now deep in their sockets like a dry well. When Xuan Po looked him in the eyes, she felt that she was lying on the edge of the well and looking at the bottom of the well, and there was an inexplicable fear.

The red-haired ghost was obedient under his chain, as well as a dog.

Xuan Po was very dissatisfied with the behavior of the Precious Daoist, after all, Shan Dad was a member of this place, and they also had a slight friendship. When Father Shan met with Father Xuan before his death, Father Xuan also shouted respectfully: "Father Shan is in good health!" ”

"The master Ma you said didn't agree to come, did he?" The Rose Taoist said gloatingly, stroking the chain with both hands, very arrogant.

"How do you know?" Xuan Po asked unconvinced.

"Do you think he's the only one who can pinch him?" "I will too." ”

"Will you too?" Xuan Po looked at the Taoist priest suspiciously, "Okay, you can calculate it for me." So, Xuan Po reported his birth date to him.

The Taoist priest closed his eyes like a dry well, and his thumb touched the other four fingers regularly, and he recited words in his mouth. After a while, the Taoist priest pouted and said, "You are not good." Born with few ancestors, no matter how rich the ancestors are, they can't get your turn; When I was young, I had few books, and no matter how good my grades were, I had to drop out of school early; There are few kinds of things, but the pain is long, and your wrist is often swollen and painful, as if there is a thorn in it. ”

Xuan's mouth couldn't close in surprise, and she nodded again and again and said, "Yes, yes, my father was very rich, but on the first day of my birth, he gambled all the family property. When I was a child, my academic performance was good, but when I was in the sixth grade, my ears were pus, and I couldn't hear the teacher's words, so I had to drop out of school early. The most amazing thing is that you actually calculated that my wrist hurts, my wrist often hurts, and I usually don't get in the way of things, but once the attack is severe, it is like a thorn poked in it and swollen into a radish. ”

The Rose Daoist nodded, "Moreover, your wrist is only good in winter all year round. Isn't it? ”

This time, Xuanpo's eyes widened, and she hurriedly continued to say to the Taoist priest: "Yes, yes, I don't know why, as long as it can be good in winter, there is no problem with how to work." Why is that? If you can help heal it, you've done me a great favor. I'll buy you a drink! ”

The Rose Taoist laughed and said, "It's simple. ”

"Simple?" Xuan Po looked at the Taoist priest with a flattering look, and asked humbly.

"yes, it's easy. It's all about the feng shui of your home. The Rose Daoist was even more arrogant, but the smile was ugly on that crumpled face.

"Feng Shui for my house?" Xuan Po frowned and thought about what was wrong with his home, of course, he couldn't think of any results on his own. "Could you please tell me, where is there a feng shui problem in my house?" At this point, he had to give up his suspicion of the strange man in front of him. The pain in his wrist had been haunting him for half his life, and he couldn't wait for the annoying pain to go away as soon as possible.

"There's a white snake in the northwest corner of your house, and when you dig three feet deep into the ground, you can find its dwelling. You get rid of it, and your wrist will be fine. Rosewood said. At this time, the red-haired ghost made an unsatisfactory sound like a cat, and the Rosewood shook the chain in his hand vigorously, and the red-haired ghost immediately lost his temper.

"The northwest corner? I haven't found any snakes there, let alone white snakes. Since I came out of my mother's womb, I haven't seen a white snake. Xuan Po expressed doubt, and observed the Taoist's every move with a strange eye, "You're not fooling me, are you?" ”

The Taoist priest waved his hand and said: "Your hands hurt in spring, summer and autumn, but they don't hurt in winter, just because snakes only hibernate in winter." In winter it falls asleep and does not move, and there is no stinging in your hand. ”

"It sounds like oh." Choose a woman smacking her mouth.

"Don't just catch it, it will bite you if it is alarmed. You can dig two feet deep, then pour the wine you promised me into the snake hole and get drunk first. Wait a little longer, then dig to a depth of three feet, and you'll be able to catch it easily. Rosewood said.

Xuan Po nodded repeatedly.

The priest suddenly changed the subject, and asked Xuanpo with a sneer: "So, can you promise me to cooperate in catching the Yaksha ghost?" We're running out of time. ”

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