"Ahh

Seeing this tragic situation, Zhang Bozu was horrified in his heart, and couldn't help screaming, but this cry made him feel dizzy in his head, and then his eyes went black.

…

Bang bang bang!

Zhang Bozu opened his eyes suddenly, his heart was still shaking in his chest, but the slightly rapid knock on the door became clearer and clearer.

Zhang Bozu covered his forehead and calmed down for a moment before slowly turning over and sitting up. He looked around, dusty bedspreads, medicine boxes and luggage by the walls, rusty basin racks, old and mottled tables and chairs, and...

A goose-yellow dream pot leaning upside down on the table.

He hadn't left the inn at all, it was just a dream.

However, the dream was so real that everything was so natural from beginning to end that he still couldn't believe it was just a dream, but the bloody head made him extremely glad that it was just a dream.

Zhang Bozu slowly calmed down and exhaled, but there was a knock on the door in his ears again.

Opening the door, the person standing outside the door made Zhang Bozu's heart beat again.

It's Matsukaze!

Song Fengzi still walked to the table and sat down unceremoniously as before, and then began to pour tea.

Zhang Bozu just looked at his back and was stupid, and even forgot to close the door.

This scene is almost the same as the scene in the dream, but when he opened the door just now, Zhang Bozu found that the sky outside was already a little dark.

"Dao Chief, you..." Zhang Bozu reluctantly calmed down, and asked tentatively while closing the door, "Are you done with your business?" ”

Song Fengzi hummed, drank half a cup of tea, and then continued: "The master's family can't wait, and has invited someone else to be the dojo." ”

"Ahh Zhang Bozu screamed in shock.

Song Fengzi turned his head to look at him, and said suspiciously: "You are so surprised. Nevertheless, the host felt very sorry for me, and must leave me to rest and eat, so he came to look for you for so long. ”

"It seems a little different here." Zhang Bozu muttered, and sat down at the table.

"What did you say?" Matsukako looked at him strangely, "You were a little wrong from just now. ”

Zhang Bozu hurriedly snorted, and then asked cautiously: "Dao Chief, you... Do you have anything else to do in the royal Taoist except to rest and eat? ”

Song Fengzi's face changed slightly when he heard this: "Something else? What do you mean..."

"Since he asked someone else to ask you to run for nothing, didn't he feel sorry for you? Shouldn't I have introduced you to something else? Zhang Bozu hurriedly replied.

The air fell silent suddenly.

Song Fengzi suddenly stood up, looked down at Zhang Bozu, and said word by word: "I didn't tell you that the person who hired me is a royal Taoist, how did you know?" ”

Zhang Bozu was stunned for a moment, he was a little at a loss, "I..."

"And, his family did introduce me to a business." Song Fengzi interrupted him, "Master Zhang, what the hell is going on?" ”

"Alas!" Zhang Bozu suddenly sighed, stood up and began to pace around the room, grabbing his hair indiscriminately, looking very irritable, as if he was organizing language.

Song Fengzi only looked at him quietly and didn't say a word.

"Dao Chief!" Zhang Bozu suddenly stopped, turned to look at Song Fengzi, "You won't believe it, I... I just had a dream, and something terrible happened in the dream, and I..."

"What did you dream about?" Song Fengzi asked lightly.

Zhang Bozu sighed, and then he told his previous dream.

…

"Although you didn't eat at Wang Daoist in the dream, and that little guy didn't appear, Wang Daoxue invited someone else and introduced you to business in the same two points!" Zhang Bozu said anxiously, "Dao Chief, is that business the Cheng family of Zhang County?" Is it his daughter-in-law who has a difficult birth? ”

Song Fengzi didn't speak for a long time, and after a while, he nodded slowly.

"Oh my!" Zhang Bozu couldn't help but exclaim, "So, my dream is my dream!" ”

"Master Zhang, didn't you really buy anything in the ghost market?" Song Fengzi threw out this sentence suddenly, and then looked at Zhang Bozu very solemnly.

Zhang Bozu immediately avoided his gaze and became at a loss: "I... I—" He couldn't help but look at the porcelain pot lying quietly on the table.

Seeing that his eyes were straight, Song Fengzi followed his line of sight, but only saw the most ordinary table, on which were teapots and cups, as well as a pot of sorghum wine that had been drunk and two wine glasses.

"Actually, I bought... Bought a dream pot. Zhang Bozu finally said it, and he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dream pot?" Song Fengzi said strangely, "What dream pot?" ”

Zhang Bozu walked to the table, put his hand on the round belly of the dream pot, and then looked at Song Fengzi: "Dao Chief, there is actually a goose-yellow porcelain pot here, with a round belly and a pointed bottom, as big as a wine jar. You can't see that, can you? ”

Song Fengzi carefully stared at Zhang Bozu's left hand hovering in mid-air, and slowly shook his head, while he also walked over and tried to put his hand under Zhang Bozu's hand, but he didn't touch anything.

Zhang Bozu's eyes widened, because he saw that Song Fengzi's hand directly passed through the wall of the dream pot and entered the belly of the pot, and the place where the wall of the pot was touched by his hand suddenly turned into a mist and blurred.

Song Fengzi looked at Zhang Bozu's expression, and guessed about ** points, he stretched out his hand and recited a sentence of Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable.

"Dao Chief, believe me, there really is a porcelain pot here!" Zhang Bozu was afraid that Song Fengzi would suspect that he was lying, so he hurriedly said, "It was given to me by that black shadow in the ghost market, but in fact, I didn't buy this pot!" ”

Song Fengzi nodded and said, "I believe you Zhang Shizhu, but you still tell me your experience of entering the ghost market from beginning to end!" ”

Zhang Bozu nodded, and told Song Fengzi the cause and effect of the whole thing.

…

After listening to Zhang Bozu's narration, Song Fengzi frowned and sat at the table in thought.

"I don't know what kind of dream this dream pot contains, but it seems amazing!" Zhang Bozu said excitedly, "Just like the prophecy, several things have been right so far. ”

Song Fengzi was speechless, only blinking at the desktop.

"Dao Chief, in my dream, I predicted that the young lady of the county Cheng family would die due to weakness, and the stillborn baby in his belly would become a sting, so you can't go to the county Cheng family!" Seeing that Song Fengzi did not react, Zhang Bozu said anxiously.

"The mist rises, the ghosts grow, and the clouds appear." Song Fengzi said and nodded at the same time, "This is indeed true. It's just that before the appearance of the dragon, there must have been a vision in the sky, and I recently watched the sky at night, but I didn't notice the vision, but there was a good omen! ”

"Good omen?" Zhang Bozu said.

"I've never heard of this dream pot, and I've never encountered that black shadow in my life." Song Fengzi said, "It's strange, it's just a very ordinary ghost market, how can there be so many unusual things?" ”

"Dao Chief, what should I do now?" Zhang Bozu's face was full of sorrow and he didn't know what to do.

"You just said that the young lady of the county Cheng family will die, but as far as I know, she is in good condition now." Song Fengzi said, "Originally, I promised to go to the county Cheng's house tomorrow, but now it seems that I need to rush over as soon as possible." ”

"Huh?!" Zhang Bozu was taken aback, "Dao Chief, why do you still want to go!" ”

"Go, you must go, not only at once, but you must go with me!" Song Fengzi's eyes were resolute, and he grabbed Zhang Bozu.

"Why should I go?!" Zhang Bozu was so frightened that he took two steps back.

"Of course you want to go! Because if she could be treated in advance, she would naturally not die, and the fetus in her womb would not have become a sting. Isn't it? "Song Fengzi did not let go.

"This..."

Song Fengzi's reason was impeccable, Zhang Bozu was speechless, and he could only rely on him to pull himself towards the door.