Luo Shi looked at the silver coin shining in the sun, and suddenly knew the meaning of what the monk who gave her this silver coin meant. The monk said that her marriage was not good, and she could not start a family until she was thirty-eight years old, but it turned out to be in this way. Perhaps there was some hidden power in that silver coin that had caused Poor Xiucai to have not changed for twenty years, as if he had just slept well.

In this way, from a physiological point of view, the son is already twenty years old, the father is only eighteen years old, and the mother is thirty-eight years old. How should they get along with such a deformed family?

"yes, how are they going to get along?" Xuan Po stared at the strange man in front of her with round eyes and asked, "If others ask, how will that face-loving son answer?" How could he call a man younger than him father? The other listeners also nodded their heads in question.

The evening breeze was slightly cool, and the Xuan Po unconsciously shrunk her neck. What does this strange person in front of him mean by telling this strange old story? By this time the moon in the sky was gone, and there were only a few stars left, glowing faintly, like the eyes of a sleepy man.

"Yes, the three of them went home and got along for a while, and they were quite unaccustomed. Especially the person who loves face very much, and he can't stand such an absurd lifestyle. Not only did he not pronounce the word "father" in front of his biological father, but he was also ashamed to say it in front of the guests who came to visit. The Precious Daoist sighed a long breath, as if the words just now were all said in a holding breath, and now he needs such a long sigh to ease his breath.

"It's a touching story, but in reality, no one wants to accept such a lifestyle." Xuan Po sighed.

"You're right." The Rose Taoist smiled at Xuan Po and said.

The son finally couldn't bear to bow to someone younger than himself every day, and secretly added poison during a tea ceremony to poison his eighteen-year-old father.

Poor Xiu had just recovered from a cloud of confusion, and before he had time to rejoice in his rebirth, he was poisoned by his twenty-year-old son with a cup of tea. He foamed at the mouth, rolled his eyes, and kicked his feet straight on the Taishi's chair.

When Luo Fu, who was crying and crying when he heard the news, arrived, and Poor Xiucai's body temperature returned to a cold state.

The audience sighed.

The Rose Daoist let out another long sigh.

Luo Shi looked at her husband, who was still warm with her just now, and instantly became a stiff corpse again, and suddenly all thoughts were lost. She threw herself on her husband with tears in her tears and kissed him on the lips. Luo Shi's son stood by, but he didn't dare to come over to comfort his mother. Only then did he realize that he loved face too much and did too much. He was too nervous to know that his mother's kiss to his father was not a sad goodbye, but a suicide. There was still undried venom on poor Xiucai's lips, and Luo Shi added all of it to his mouth and swallowed it into his stomach.

By the time the lifter's son suddenly woke up and rushed over to pull his mother, Luo Fu was already paralyzed on the ground and couldn't get up. The son was in a hurry, so he hurriedly called for a doctor to rescue him. Before the doctor arrived, Rashiki was as cold as her husband. At this time, the lifter regretted it.

After Luo Fu's death, the ghost of the grievance did not disperse, and he wanted to kill his ungrateful son with his own hands several times. The tiger poison does not eat children, Luo Shi came to his son's bedside several times at night, but he couldn't do anything when he looked at his sleeping son. In this way, Luo Fu's unjust soul became so angry that he turned into a demon, forgetting all the things in his life, and leaving only a lump of depression in his heart. And this stagnation is getting bigger and bigger. When a good person has infinite depression in his heart, he may also become heinous, and he will reveal all the malignant nature that is suppressed.

Luo Fu was affected by the more and more severe depression, and gradually lost his kind nature, and the malignant repressed in his heart leaked out. Twenty years of repression in an empty house finally broke out, and she became a Yaksha. She is good at confusing men, which is a manifestation of her denial of her perseverance in life. In addition, she likes to eat the mother's womb, so that the child cannot be born, which is a sign of her denial to give birth to a son. When men and women are having sex, it will hinder women from getting pregnant, suck sperm, take pleasure in mutilating little lives, and do all kinds of evil. This can barely be regarded as her disguised revenge on her son.

"The Yaksha ghost who wants to control the red-haired ghost," Xuan Po interrupted the Rosewood priest, "is that the Rashiki in this story?" ”

The Rose Taoist nodded and said, "Exactly." I've been tracking it for years, but I haven't been able to subdue it. If it had taken control of the Red-Haired Ghost and had used the Red-Haired Ghost against me, I would have no way to defeat it. ”

The Noble Daoist glanced around, looked at the frightened people, and said, "There is even worse news, that is, this Yaksha ghost has absorbed the essence of ninety-nine men, and already has a deep path, and if it absorbs the essence of a young man, its path will be raised to a higher level. By then, I won't be able to fight even a hundred. When the time comes, the red-haired ghost will not only not be able to help it, but will become a burden in its eyes, and it will eat the red-haired ghost as well. I guess you also know that the red-haired ghost absorbs a lot of essence in the resurrection place, and the yaksha ghost will become a yaksha demon after eating the red-haired ghost. At that time, no matter how powerful the Taoist priest is, he will not be able to subdue it. ”

"The Yaksha ghost is already approaching here, but you are still suspicious of the Taoist priest who wants to capture it." The Rose Taoist said mockingly.

Xuan Po trembled, but pretended to be calm and said, "Based on your story, we can't fully believe you." ”

"What then do you want me to believe?" Daoist Rose spread his hands and asked.

Xuan Po stretched out her hand and scratched the back of her head and said, "We can let you stay with us first, and you are not allowed to take the red-haired ghost away." In a village not far from us, there is also a master of ghost hunting, named Master Ma Yue Yunma. He can pinch and calculate, and I'll ask him to come and see it tomorrow. If he approves of it, you can take the red-haired ghost. Xuan Po pointed to the crowd and said, "None of the people here know how to do magic, and no one knows if you are a true Taoist priest or a fake Taoist priest. ”

After a pause, Xuan Po continued: "Everything must be decided when Master Ma comes." ”

Others agreed with the words of the Elector.

The Rose Taoist priest said helplessly: "Okay." Wait for the master Ma you mentioned to come. ”

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