The scene of the brush falling off his hand happened to be seen by the grandfather outside the door, and the grandfather was even more surprised, what happened to the father? I didn't eat or drink for the past two days, but I suddenly got up and immediately went to the account room to fiddle with the abacus. These are fine, but can the account of rice be counted as such a shocking heart?

Confused, Grandpa turned to leave and the rod hit the wooden door.

But that didn't turn Daddy's attention. Grandpa simply threw away the brush and held his chin with one hand, and fell into a dilemma: should he find a way to save his son? As an ordinary person, it is no longer appropriate to see the general trend of life, this is something that only the magistrate of the prefecture can know, and the process of modifying it now is a particularly serious taboo.

If he stood by and watched his son have an accident, he couldn't do it anyway. Pity the hearts of parents all over the world.

Grandpa decided to intervene in this matter, but not directly, but through other more covert ways. If you intervene directly, it is a question of whether you can save your life before saving your grandfather, and a person's fate is too small in this surging river, so Grandpa said in the manuscript.

I don't know what threatens my father's life that makes my father so scared. Maybe Daddy can see it, maybe he sees an invisible control ability hidden behind everything, it is that thing that controls the taboo like a landmine, if you walk directly over and touch it, you will explode to pieces; Even if I walked around the bend carefully, I was still walking on thin ice in my heart.

That night, my grandfather looked at the uneven handwriting on my grandfather's manuscript, which was as deep and shallow as an ink painting. It can be seen how complicated Grandpa's mood is and how his hands tremble. Grandpa is like walking in a minefield, where outer caution and inner fear are intertwined.

And Xuan Po didn't think so much, he dug out the little white snake and forgot about the danger of female perverts for the time being, and slept comfortably until the next day. The sun shone into his room, and it fell on the jug. Xuan Po rubbed her eyes and looked at the wine jar with relief. The jug had been quiet long before he woke up.

"That noble Taoist priest is really a god!" Xuan Po stretched and looked at the wine jar very pleasantly. He suddenly meditated for a moment, hurriedly put on his clothes, walked to the wine jar, and crouched down there to put his ear to the seal of the jar and listened carefully. After waiting for a while, he didn't see any sound in the wine jar, so he picked up the wine jar, carefully moved it under the Eight Immortals Table next to the bed, and found a transparent plastic paper from the drawer of the Eight Immortals Table and covered it.

He got up and left satisfied, and when he reached the door of the room, he stopped again, looked sideways at the wine jar under the table of the Eight Immortals, and still felt uneasy. He stood at the door for almost half a minute, as if waiting for something and as if he was waiting for nothing. The wine jar stayed there quietly, the wine jar had a large belly and a thin mouth, and the upper body of the wine jar had a layer of rough glazed porcelain, which looked quite like the posture of Maitreya Buddha.

"Really, I felt like a Maitreya Buddha was lying there, looking at me with a smile." When Xuan Po told me about this, she said very seriously. I don't see any element of lying in the way he swears.

"I don't know what that portends." Xuan Po said.

I can imagine from his words that his mood when he stands at the door is a little stable and a little unknown. What is safe is that the little white snake has been in the bag, and it is unknown whether this little white snake has been subdued like this, and whether it will be like a time bomb, giving him a surprise attack at the most appropriate time.

That is indeed an unlucky omen. But before it happened, no one knew if this omen was unlucky, including me, including grandpa.

In short, at that moment, Xuan Po left the wine jar like Maitreya Buddha with mixed feelings.

As soon as he went out, the Rose Taoist came to him again, with a smirk. He didn't bring the red-haired ghost with him this time, maybe he knew that Xuan Po was disgusted with him doing this.

"What's the matter?" Xuan Po was in a bad mood by the strange feeling just now, and when she just went out and saw a scarecrow-like Taoist priest, she naturally wouldn't give him a good look.

The Taoist priest coughed embarrassedly twice, and said to Xuan Po with a smile on his paper-folded face, "What can be the matter?" It's still the Nakshatra thing. Now that Master Ma is not here, only the two of us can cooperate well to take it down. So here I go again. I have to trouble you, this is also ...... to the village."

With a wave of her hand, she interrupted him with a frown: "How can I help?" Haven't you already taken control of the red-haired ghost? You Taoist priest doesn't catch ghosts, what do you want me to help with? I don't know how to do Taoism either. ”

The mother-in-law went back into the house and started to wash rice and cook. The mother-in-law died in the first few years, and he himself has not yet begged for a daughter-in-law, living a life of zero ding, and relying on himself for laundry and cooking. The Taoist priest followed into the house, still smiling with an unchanging face, and there was no match for some trivial things with the Xuan Po, and he did not mention the things that the Xuan Po was disgusted with for the time being. Only then did he give him a smile and tell him some interesting stories and jokes in the village. If you have a heart or not, the mother will also mix the bitter things of the mountain father before his death, and will give it to the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest also listened more carefully.

"Even if you take it away, please be kind to it, it has suffered enough in its life. Everyone else said he was stupid and jumped into the water if he didn't understand what he was doing, but I could understand that. What is the meaning of living to this point? You say, don't you? Xuan Po said while adding firewood to the boil. The fire burned brightly, and the heat rushed straight to the face, and it was very hot. The priest hurriedly raised his hand to cover his face.

"Eh, eh." The priest replied while covering his face.

After a while, the food was ready. Xuan Po took out two pairs of chopsticks and took out two bowls, and asked, "Come on, come on, the food is not good, the rice is enough, will it be a meal?" ”

The Taoist priest resigned again and again.

"You're welcome!" Xuan Po said with a smile while serving rice in the bowl, "You are a formal Taoist priest, and you don't farm by yourself, unlike Master Ma who still stays in the farmland most of the time." You eat the food of 10,000 families. Come, let's have a meal. ”

As soon as the rice was put in front of the Taoist priest, Xuanpo herself ate it with another bowl, while putting vegetables in the bowl, looking poor. He still didn't forget to wave the chopsticks sticking to the rice grains, urging the Taoist priest: "Eat." Ghosts must be caught, and food must be eaten. ”

The Taoist priest didn't eat it, but sniffed it on the top of the rice bowl with his nose, looking very satisfied.

Xuan Po stopped her chopsticks and was stunned.

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