Although he knew that the smoke could only show his teeth and claws but could not hurt people, Xuan Po still swayed from side to side to avoid the useless attacks of the Blood Fool, and he did not even dare to face the Blood Devil's provocation. Therefore, he had no good impression of, or even disgusted by, the humor of the Rosewood at this time.

"I'm dying, but you still have the heart to tease me!" Xuan Po tilted her head to dodge another attack from the bloody ghost, frowning and blaming the Precious Daoist.

"I'm not kidding you." The Taoist priest knew that Xuan Po was going to be angry, so he was busy catching ghosts. He gripped the slender stalk in his mouth, plunging it into the smoke from behind the bloody.

The surrounding women still didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of the Precious Taoist priest, but they just looked at it with their eyes with full attention.

The bloody ghost seemed to feel the pain of being stabbed in the back, and turned around to grin and intimidate the Rose, but the Rosewood was not as frightened as Xuanpo. He even smiled at the bloody ghost, his mouth pursed, and he inhaled gently, and the hideous smoke was sucked into his mouth by him from the rice stalk, like an addict smoking, but people were pleasantly spitting out the smoke rings, and he inhaled them. A huge cloud of smoke was magically sucked into the small mouth of the Rose Daoist. The mouth of the Rose Taoist priest bulged like a frog holding its breath. He pointed to the cap of the can, and he hurriedly handed it to him.

Still with the canned cap still on the ground, he bent down and inserted the rice stalk from one side of the cap, and then they heard the sound of the priest blowing out. He blew the smoke from his mouth into the cap of the bottle, and cautiously, like a child catching an escaped grasshopper with the cap. The people around held their breath and watched the Noble Daoist finish this series of actions, and they didn't dare to spit out. At this time, the hall was very quiet, except for the sound of "shhhhhh

The bulging mouth deflated like a deflated balloon, and the Noble Taoist blew all the gas in his mouth into the small bottle cap. Then he quickly pressed the cap of the bottle with his hand, and then stood up with his foot on the cap, looking proud, as if a schoolboy was showing off the red certificate of merit from the teacher to his parents. Everyone saw his smug expression and knew that the Blood Paste Ghost had been subdued by him, which made the stone in their hearts fall to the ground.

The third aunt pursed her lips and said, "What is there to be proud of, of course people who study Taoism are not afraid of ghosts." Of course, we ordinary people don't know how to deal with these unclean things. ”

The Taoist priest still did not hide his pride, raised his head and instructed Xuanpo: "If you are caught, you will not be caught, and there is no difficulty in asking you to get a big ocean nail, right?" At that time, people were still accustomed to call matches "foreign fire" and big nails "foreign nails".

"Don't take it, I've got it." Xiao Xiao said as he turned back to the house. The Rose Taoist looked at the young man who walked into the inner room with his waist twisted and twisted, and his eyes showed a strange look, but no one else noticed this detail. Soon, he took out a big nail the length of his middle finger. Xuan Po took it and handed it to the Rosewood priest. Xuan Po was not disgusted by the pride of the Rose Priest, but because of the scene just now, she had respect and worship for the Rose Priest, and her face also showed undisguised flattery.

"A hammer is needed." The Taoist priest said, making a movement of striking a big nail.

"Yes." He took out the hammer again.

The priest spat at the tip of the nail, then aimed the tip of the nail at the center of the can cap and struck it with a hammer. After a while, the nail nailed the canned cap to the ground.

Returning the hammer, the priest patted the sticky hand and said, "Okay, take a red cloth and cover this place, and tell both adults and children to pay attention to this place so as not to break it." After twelve o'clock tonight, there will be no problem. ”

The third aunt originally wanted to ask a few questions, but after seeing the invincible look of the Taoist priest, she deliberately suppressed the questions and didn't ask. Xuan Po understood the third aunt's thoughts, so she had no choice but to rot the questions she was interested in in her stomach, and turned to ask other questions: "Precious Taoist, didn't you promise to tell us about pinching?" Now that the blood paste ghost has been cured, and the Yaksha ghost will not come out for the time being, why don't we drink tea at the house and talk about pinching by the way? ”

When it came to pinching, the third aunt had always been interested in it, and she also nodded. Several other women joined in.

Seeing that these people were also a small favor for him, the Rose Taoist priest was embarrassed to ruin everyone's interest, and besides, he also liked the feeling of being on top. Also, he looked too much like someone he knew, and he deliberately wanted to stay here a little longer. So he agreed.

Seeing that he promised to talk about the pinching time, he was so happy that he hurriedly invited everyone into the back room, made a few cups of warm tea and listened to him chat.

Of course, I was still in school at the time, and I didn't hear how the Taoist priest talked about pinching. Later, I took the initiative to ask Xuanpo, and Xuanpo told me the original words of the Taoist priest.

When I heard it, it turned out to be similar to what my grandfather said. For a while, when I begged my grandfather to teach me how to pinch, my grandfather was stubborn and had to agree. Unfortunately, I read too few ancient books, and in the end, I didn't learn them all.

"The eastern characters are laughing, the southern Chinese characters are playing gongs, the western bad characters are seen monsters, and the northern characters are seen in Yama." That's the first thing my grandfather taught me. As soon as I heard it, I was in a fog and didn't know what to do. The first thing they said to the Taoist priest was this mantra.

Grandpa smiled: "The new books you are reading now, many things in ancient books you don't know, it's too difficult to learn this." Zi Chou Yin Mao Chen Si Wu Wei Shen You can't recite the first-class water, how can you learn? "Before I asked my grandfather to teach me, he tested the order of my zodiac signs, and I didn't say all of them.

But I still didn't give up, and I stuck to him. He had to regain his patience and tell me.

Grandpa said, "Except for the thumb, there are twelve knuckles on the other four fingers, which represent the twelve hours." From the little finger segment, it is pushed backwards. "Grandpa first pointed to my little finger, then the middle and then the next section. He went on to say, "When someone gives you an hour, start counting from the knuckle of that finger." ”

"The southeast, northwest, and northeast directions are represented by the index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger respectively; It also represents the four words Cheng, Zhong, Inferior and Que. If it is pinched on the word, then the smile is very good; If it is pinched in the Chinese character, then it will be good to play the gong, just toss, and it doesn't matter; If you pinch in a bad word, you must have encountered something unclean; If you pinch the word Que, it is at stake and can be fatal. Grandpa said to himself, holding his fingers, completely ignoring whether I could keep up or not.

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