Chapter 5: The Old Way Descends the Ghost (1)

It was the morning of the third day, and Huzi in a coma seemed to be experiencing everything in this dream. With dreams, crying, crying, shouting, struggling from time to time, there will be a whisper: "Son, don't don't don't why, why".

The grandmother who was sitting on the edge of the bed and taking care of Huzi looked at Huzi, who had been in a coma for a day and a night at this time, and her face was full of pain, she was already anxious, tears flowed down her face, and her heart was very anxious. He regretted why he had been so busy with his work in the field that he had neglected his beloved grandson. I am usually afraid of falling off in the palm of my hand, and I am afraid of melting in my mouth. If something happens to this, how can I live?

At this moment, the white-haired grandfather is sitting at the door, holding a cigarette stick in his hand and clicking non-stop. I remember that every time I took out a cigarette stick, my grandson would run over: "Grandpa, come and I'll help you order it!" A pair of small hands lit a match and handed it to himself. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Parents who work far away from home hear the news from home and sit in a cheap rental house. At this moment, the mother is holding the only photo of herself holding her one-year-old son in her hands, and she has already returned to her heart.

Due to family financial reasons, my son left him when he was just over a year old and came to work in this unfamiliar place. Here she suffers from the white eyes of countless people, endures hunger, cold. But every time I think about my son, even if he is doing the hardest, most tiring, and dirtiest work, he still grits his teeth and persists.

Countless cold nights, because of a dream that a child is sick, falling, and waking up from a dream, crying and unable to sleep all night. In the past few years, I owe too much to my son. I can't watch him grow taller and fatter like other mothers, and I can't take him in my arms and gently pat the dirt off his body when he falls. You can't coax him, get used to him, criticize him when he makes mistakes, take care of him when he's sick, comfort him when he's crying, and your biggest hope is to be able to hold your son and listen to him call himself a mother

At this time, an old Taoist priest wearing a dirty and oily robe, a bun on his head, and a waist-length beard walked in.

Two days ago, it was this old Taoist priest who carried his unconscious grandson home. At that time, Lao Dao only said that his grandson was covered by unclean things, and he would find a way to save him, and he still had some things to deal with, and he would come back in two days. He turned and disappeared into the night.

Seeing the old Taoist priest walk in, the two old men hurriedly surrounded him. "Dao Chief, what's wrong with Huzi? You want to save my grandson! Please! We're on your knees. As he spoke, he knelt down in front of the old Taoist priest while crying.

Looking at the two white-haired old men kneeling in front of him, the old Taoist priest hurriedly helped them up. "Old brother, old sister, get up, you are tormenting the poor, please get up quickly. Don't worry, I'll find a way to wake him up. The old Taoist priest held the second elder's hand and patted it gently.

"I have a request, though, and you need to prepare something first."

When the second elder heard this, he hurriedly said: "If the Taoist chief has anything you command, as long as we can do it, even if it is for our old life, we will do it." ”

"Old brother, old sister, you are serious. The first thing to do is to prepare later: in the middle of the room there is a table of eight immortals, a live rooster, incense, candles, money paper, and then a bowl of half-ripe rice, and three glasses of white wine soaked in willow leaves."

"This second thing, which is what I call the request, is also about Huzi. Huzi, this child's life is miserable! Heavenly life is a fairy star. This immortal is not the immortal we know in common sense, but a snake immortal. Fox fairy. Cat fairy. Dog fairy. He will always be entangled in this life. And it is destined to be twenty years old. ”

"Old man, this is good, my hard-working grandson!" As she spoke, the grandmother who was standing aside looked at her grandson, who was still lying in a coma on the bed, and cried. "Dao Chief, you have to save him." Crying and kneeling to the old Taoist priest again.

The old Taoist priest tightly held the second elder who was about to kneel in front of him and said, "Don't worry, I have a relationship with the child Huzi, but I hope you agree with me to accept him as a disciple." I see him at the age of 20, and there is a glimmer of life still alive. At the same time, if he comes to my door, I will do my best to help him resolve this calamity. ”

"Dao Chief, is there really no other way? Do you really want Huzi to follow you as a monk and practice? But he's so young! At this time, the two old men were full of hesitation and reluctance.

"Don't worry, when I'm done with this, I'll go back and take care of everything. When Huzi is ten years old, I will come again to take him back to the door to teach him Taoist spells and take him as an apprentice. And I will bring him back here every year for the New Year. ”

"But Dao Chief, Huzi is a single lineage of my Zhou family!"

"Our faction is allowed to marry and have children. And when I look at this kid's face, I can see that his peach blossom luck in the future is not ordinary, so you can relax! ”

Looking at Huzi, who was still in a coma at this time, the two old men gritted their teeth and nodded in agreement.

"Later, you will bring in what you have prepared, and then close the doors and windows and paste the talisman paper in my hand. Remember, you don't need to put it on the front door. I'll go out first and prepare the most crucial things I'll use later. As he spoke, he took out a tart of talisman paper from his bosom and handed it to the hands of the two old men. Turn around and walk out.

The two old men looked at the back of Lao Dao leaving, and the pain in their hearts was incomprehensible.

Towards evening, the old Taoist walked back with a bamboo tube in his right hand and an old cloth bag embroidered with gossip patterns. I saw that at this time, he had already changed into a clean robe. Even the hair and beard that were originally messy were meticulously tidied up. The whole person has long lost his original laziness, and his eyes reveal a sense of ability, which looks extraordinarily energetic.

"Are you ready?"

"Well, Dao Chief, you're all set." The two old men said anxiously.

"Later, I'll close the door and dispose of the tiger's body. Stay in the courtyard, and whatever you hear later, remember not to open the door and disturb my practice. Otherwise, not only Huzi's life will be in danger, but even I may lose my skills. ”

"Don't worry, Huzi is my future disciple, no matter what, even if I don't want to cultivate my body, I will save him back." Looking at the haggard old man in front of him, the old Taoist priest was comforted.

Receiving the assurance of the old Taoist priest, the two old men relaxed slightly. Standing in the courtyard and snuggling up to each other, tears couldn't help but cross the corners of their eyes. Watching Lao Dao walk into the house step by step, "Bang! The door was locked tightly.