"Why did your old man get here?" Zhang Zefang hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed the beggar's right arm, couldn't hide the joy on his face, and turned back to ask Wu Zhiyuan, "Zhiyuan, how did you come together?" ”

Wu Zhiyuan was about to answer, but the beggar coughed lightly a few times, and said slowly: "I happened to meet, so we entered the door together." His tone was calm and old-fashioned, not at all like the cynical appearance when he was with Wu Zhiyuan.

Wu Zhiyuan didn't understand why the beggar hid himself and didn't mention it, but now he knew that he was Zhang Zefang's master, so he didn't dare to make a mistake, and walked lightly to his parents to salute.

"Zhiyuan, thanks to your master, our Wujia Village has been spared a disaster." Wu Chengxi patted Wu Zhiyuan on the shoulder, and his gratitude to Zhang Zefang was overflowing.

"Dad, do you agree with me to worship Zhang Daochang as a teacher and be a disciple of Maoshan?" Wu Zhiyuan grabbed the title of "your master" in Wu Chengxi's words, and hurriedly asked questions while the iron was hot.

"This ......" Wu Chengxi was speechless when he heard this, he looked at his wife Wu, and knew that he had accidentally said it for a while, so he lowered his head and stopped talking.

Zhang Zefang on the side saw that the atmosphere was slightly embarrassing, and hurriedly changed the topic, Lang smiled: "Master, I have been walking in Shandong recently, and I am planning to visit you in Haiyang in a few days. ”

Zhang Zefang obviously did not know what was happening in Wujia Village, let alone the fact that the beggars and Wu Zhiyuan had worked together to eliminate the drought.

"This is a long story, when we have time, we will have a candle and a good chat, what is that, Wu Zhiyuan?" The beggar turned his head to Wu Zhiyuan on the side, his face was playful, and he didn't look like an old man of more than a hundred years.

"Oh...... Predecessor. Wu Zhiyuan's mind was in a hurry, and he thought for a long time before he came up with such a title.

"Don't, you still call me little brother." The beggar smiled slightly, and his smile revealed heartiness and open-mindedness.

Wu Zhiyuan suddenly blushed, turned his head and glanced at Zhang Zefang, who was also looking sideways at him. He calls Master Zhang Zefang, and he calls his master's master a little brother, this relationship is really confusing.

"Where's the girl who was wounded by the drought?" The beggar looked around, Wu Chengxi and his wife hurriedly dodged when they saw this, and Wu Zhiyuan saw Sheng Wanxiang lying on the kang, wrapped in a futon, with a pale face, calm as water, as if he was asleep.

If it weren't for Wu Zhiyuan, Sheng Wanxiang would not have come to Wujia Village, let alone be hurt by the drought, thinking that he met Sheng Wanxiang by mistake, maybe it was a mistake. If it weren't for that coincidence, maybe Sheng Wanxiang would have married the lady of your family, even if it wasn't her wish, she wouldn't have ended up in such a field today.

Thinking of this, Wu Zhiyuan rushed to the edge of the kang in one step, looked at Sheng Wanxiang's bloodless face, turned his head and begged the beggar: "Senior, please save her." ”

The beggar waved his hand, walked to the kang with a serious expression, lifted the quilt and took a look, and then picked off the eyelids of the evening fragrance, and his expression instantly became solemn.

"The soul of heaven returns to heaven, the soul of earth enters the earth, only the soul of life stays in the body, it is not difficult to save her, it is not easy to say." The beggar pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice.

Not only Wu Chengxi's family of three, but even Zhang Zefang was confused when he heard this, he understood the principle of three souls and seven spirits, but the latter sentence "It's not difficult to say, it's not easy to say" is puzzling, is it difficult or easy?

"Master, you might as well just say the way of salvation, and we can do what you want." Zhang Zefang said eagerly.

"Hmm......" The beggar nodded slightly, pondered for a moment and said slowly, "People have three souls and seven spirits, after a person dies, the heavenly soul returns to the heavenly road, the earth soul goes to the earth, and the life soul wanders in the burial place." This girl's soul is still there, and the soul of the earth has already entered the ground, but the soul of heaven has not yet returned to the prison and is floating elsewhere. Now, as long as I can recall the Earth Soul, I can be sure that it will be returned to its place. ”

"What do we need to do?" Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly asked.

"Soul hunting and soul summoning requires nights, and a stone grinder and someone who shares her heart." The beggar replied in a calm voice.

The stone mill is a tool used in the old days to grind grain crops such as wheat and soybeans into flour, and consists of two short cylindrical stones of the same size and a grinding disc. The short cylindrical stone is generally called the upper plate, and the grinding plate is generally called the lower plate, and the lower plate does not move when grinding flour, and relies on manpower to rotate the upper plate. There is a hole in the center of the upper plate, commonly known as grinding eyes, and if you add grain into the grinding eye, the grain will leak between the upper plate and the lower plate, so that it will be ground.

"There is a stone mill in the village! It's in a small clearing in the middle of the village! Wu hurriedly answered, she was a housewife, and she had a lot to do to grind noodles.

"I have shared hardships with Wanxiang, and it can be said that we have the same heart!" Wu Zhiyuan was also busy answering.

"Stone mills are easy to find, but hard to find at night." The beggar sighed softly, "If you don't summon the soul at night, I'm afraid that if you pull the soul back, you will also lose your soul because of the pure sun and the scorching sun." ”

Wu Zhiyuan was about to say, "Won't you just wait until the evening to summon the spirit", but Zhang Zefang asked, "Master, what do you mean...... Miss Shanda can't wait for sunset today? ”

The beggar didn't reply, but nodded thoughtfully.

If you can't wait for sunset today, even if you have a stone mill and someone who has a heart, it will be in vain. The night, the stone mill, and the like-minded people were all easy to prepare, but they couldn't, no wonder the beggar said, "It's not difficult to say, it's not easy to say."

For a moment, everyone was speechless, each immersed in sorrow and sorrow, and the air seemed to freeze, no longer flowing, and there was no sound.

"Okay, why don't we cover all the windows with cloth so that the light doesn't shine in?" Wu Chengxi came up with a method, and he was very happy, this honest and honest mountain village farmer had a heart-to-heart, and naturally he didn't want a young girl who was in her prime to die, not to mention that she had saved her son's life.

Zhang Zefang set his eyes on the beggar and waited for his answer.

"Yes, yes, but there is no stone mill." The beggar shook his head slightly, and seeing the puzzled gazes from everyone, he sighed lightly and continued to explain, "I understand your thoughts, but the stone mill needed to conjure the soul needs to go through the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter and stay in place, otherwise the grinding eye will not be able to reach the underworld at all, so if you want to move the stone mill home, it is useless." ”

The grinding eye of the stone mill is only used as an entrance to the yin, spring, summer, autumn and winter are a seasonal reincarnation, in this reincarnation, the stone mill rotates around the grinding eye every day when grinding flour, and the various earth-growing crops that are milled are naturally endowed with the spirituality of the grinding eye and the earth's qi, but if the stone mill is moved halfway, the grinding eye's spirituality is not enough to reach the underground, and the earth's qi is insufficient, so it naturally cannot work.

Everyone fell into contemplation again, seeing that time passed by seconds, Sheng Wanxiang was one step closer to the ghost door.

"There it is! How did I not think of that? Suddenly, the beggar gave a high-five and jumped to his feet!