The blind master is blind but his heart is as bright as a mirror, Zhong Mingfa's apprentice is not ordinarily good to him, and he also knows that the world is chaotic now. People's hearts are unpredictable, the sea is unpredictable, and when you are old, you can have an apprentice to take care of it, which is also a blessing from the previous life.

Every time Zhong Ming sends, he will be busy for a while, and the picking and folding inside and out is certain, and he has to wipe the master's body when he is finished.

It was refreshing for the master to figure it out, and the topic came out. The master sniffed greedily, Zhong Mingfa washed the clothes that still smelled of soaphorn trees, sniffed and said, "You came to see the master, you want to ask about the child's situation, right?" ”

"Master Mingjian, the rebel son is in trouble today, he actually ~ actually tore up the portrait of the ancestor to wipe his ass......"

The master's eyelids blinked nervously, and then he said slowly: "Everything has its own number of days, the old does not go and the new does not come, so don't worry about this matter." Besides, this kid came from a strange place, either a disaster star or a lucky star. The master squirmed his dry lips, trying to stir his sunken eyes, as if he wanted to see the apprentice sitting beside him, but he sighed helplessly, and continued: "Think about it, you picked him up in the bright moonlight, and that cemetery also means that he is not the tomb of the wicked, and it seems that he has been by your side for several years, you have not had any major incidents, and there is no abnormal situation in the village, it seems that he should be from Fuxing." ”

Zhong Ming's purpose in sending it was to find a peace of mind, the master is an elder, and his words make sense. Since the old master said that this child was not from the disaster star, his heart was a little more stable.

"This kid has a mysterious origin and is very provocative, and he will definitely cause disaster one day." The master raised his hand and touched his bare chin, and the furrows and wrinkles on the old man's face were like the annual rings carved by an old tree. Under the reflection of the kerosene lamp, I could clearly see the lack of sparkling luster of sweat in the wrinkles and folds.

The heart that had just been comforted was said by the master, and Zhong Mingfa's heart hung up again.

"Master, please."

"The heavenly opportunity must not be revealed, let's do what we do, and accumulate yin virtue for future generations. If you don't say it well, you will dig a pit and harm people, and if you accidentally shorten your yang life, alas! Only the dead like our industry, the living avoid it, I have worked all my life, why are I blind, that is, this truth, you will understand it when you think about it slowly. ”

The meaning of Master's words, Zhong Mingfa understood in his heart. In the line of cutting holes, what you see is what others dare not see, and what you do is what others dare not do. If the deceased is resurrected after the person digs the hole, then the hole has to be filled by the person himself. It is said that nine out of ten points are blind, which is not unfounded.

As soon as Zhong Mingfa walked out of the reservoir from the master's place, he heard the dull sound of wooden sticks beating his clothes, mixed with the laughter of three women.

"Vanilla little Nizi, when she was young, she had a virtue with her mother, Sao! I actually fell in love with the freak born in the cemetery. ”

"Don't say it, that freak's eyes are a little different, and after a long time, you will see that his eyes are green."

"Phew! Who are you scaring about? ”

Zhong Mingfa stood on the edge of the hill, deliberately coughed a few times, and stepped on the ground to make a loud 'dong dong' sound.

Hearing this familiar coughing sound, after a burst of boos, the three long-tongued women hurriedly buried their heads in scrubbing their clothes, and did not dare to raise their heads to greet Zhong Ming.

Zhong Mingfa put his hands behind his back and swaggered from the hill to home.

At this moment, a person came running from Nanbian Village, running towards Zhong Mingfa in a panic, shouting something loudly.

Zhong Mingfa ignored the man, and walked straight with a tiger face. This strange virtue of his is known to everyone in the village. No one cares when his face is happy and when it is gloomy.

But since Zhong Kui, Zhong Mingfa's life has changed a lot. His smile was wrinkled all over his face, and he walked more vigorously than before.

"Master Zhong, wait for me." A young and strong man saw that Zhong Mingfa was about to turn around and go to the west village, so he hurriedly shouted.

Zhong Mingfa looked coldly at the person who came and almost didn't foam at the mouth, so he knew that there must be something urgent, or the dead person in the family needed to be killed. He stopped, still holding his hands behind his back, looking proud.

'Whew~Whew. The man gasped, wiped his sweat and said with a panicked look on his face: "Master Zhong, I went to your house to find you and didn't see you, and then went home and rushed from home again." ”

Zhong Mingfa interrupted the other party's words impatiently, and said seriously: "Don't mind, let's get down to business, who in your family died, how tall is it, fat or thin?" ”

The man couldn't wipe off the sweat, squinted his eyes and said, "No! Not dead yet! ”

"Ball! Why are you looking for me if you're not dead? Zhong Mingfa said and wanted to leave.

"There's no difference between not dying and dying, but it's just hanging and roaring, it's quite mad. Auntie asked me to ask you to see what was going on. ”

Looking at the appearance of the man, Zhong Mingfa had a stubby figure in his mind, a man with a meaty face and a pig-killing knife. Who is this man? Thinking like this, he couldn't help but ask, "Your uncle?" ”

The man replied, "Yes." ”

Zhong Mingfa chased after him and said, "Your surname is Yan?" ”

"Yes."

"Let's go, take me to see it."

When night came, Zhong Kui kept looking back and forth in the courtyard. Daddy should have come back a long time ago when he went to East Village! It was almost dark, and there was no one in sight.

Looking at it, I finally saw a figure appear on the road leading to the courtyard. Seeing that the figure is his father, Zhong Kui jumped forward happily and shouted, "Dad." ”

"Hmm." Zhong Mingfa replied. Then he asked again, "I didn't do anything bad today!" ”

"How dare you, Dad, my face still hurts."

"Well, I'll get you some mud on the foot of the tank later, and it will work tomorrow morning."

"Dad, you went to Grandpa's, why did you come home so late?"

Zhong Mingfa, who entered the house, opened the lid of the pot and looked at a large bowl of hot sweet potatoes in the pot. frowned inadvertently, and then replied, "Grandpa came back very early, and he went somewhere else." The one who killed the pig couldn't lose his breath when he was old, so he roared like that, and he didn't live until he died, making the neighbors uneasy. Maybe it's too painful, the whole person's appearance is deformed, and I can't fall in one breath, I'm used to seeing dead people and I'm scared to the point of cramping my legs and stomach. ”

"Pig killers, this is easy to do. You tell them that under his bed, put a blood basin and a pig-killing knife under his bed. ”

Zhong Kui's words shocked Zhong Mingfa, and he was immediately stunned, he looked at this little bit as if he was watching a circus show. Where did this kid come from? Listening to his words, no one would believe these words, which were spoken by a twelve-and-a-half-year-old yellow-haired child who had not dried up.

Zhong Mingfa's eyes bulged like copper bells, and he forced Zhong Kui to ask, "Who are you listening to?" ”

Zhong Kui puffed his nose nonchalantly, and said with a big grin: "Dad, I didn't listen to anyone, it was originally, he was a pig killer and pulled down too many life debts." If you want to die happily, it's impossible, and you have to be tortured. The method I'm talking about, you can call someone to try it. ”

(End of chapter)