However, taking people's money and eliminating disasters for others has been practiced since ancient times, and there is no gossip.

Abba Xu touched the official hat of the Ming Dynasty on his head, and said with regret: "My hat is a waste of money, and I have wasted a lot of materials!" If it touches my head first and can't touch it, then you can see the magic of my hat. As he spoke, he slowly stood up and took off his hat, not noticing that his head was under the palm of the weak king's stretched hand. He didn't need the weak king to take the initiative to touch his top, but he took the initiative to send the top of his head to the weak king's hand.

"Abba Xu! Be careful! Grandpa hurriedly shouted and pushed him out.

At this time, the bamboo pole made a "click" sound. The weak king leaned, and the hand on the top of Abba Xu's head was directly pressed down. The weak king's hand touched the crown. Since Abba Xu himself loosened the hat, the weak king's hand easily pressed the crown crookedly.

A cloud of green smoke came out of Abba Xu's head, as if the center of his head was on fire.

Daddy pushed hard in time and pushed Abba Xu a few meters away.

After one bamboo pole broke, the other bamboo pole could not withstand the weak king, and then it also made a "click" sound, turning from straight to bow-shaped.

In this way, the foot of the weak king fell to the ground again.

Both bamboo poles were bent and bent like bows. And the weak king is like an arrow on the bow. With the power of the bamboo pole bending, it bounces on its tiptoes. When it fell again, the bamboo pole could no longer resist the impact of gravity, and cracked into several pieces with a click. This time, the weak king landed steadily. A puff of dust rose around his feet, and then landed on the feet of the weak king.

At this time, Daddy was closer to it than Abba Xu was to it. So it left Abba Xu, who had been smeared with incense ash on its face, and jumped at Daddy.

There is a weak king in front of my father, and there is a low earthen wall behind him, so he can't advance or retreat.

The weak king easily approached his father and pressed his head with one hand, intending to touch the top and turn his father into a walking corpse like him.

Luckily, Daddy's hat was securely worn, and the crown separated his hands.

Seeing that he couldn't touch the top, the weak king turned his hands around his father's neck, and then took out a mouthful of smoky and smelly teeth, and slowly approached his father's neck.

My grandfather often said that "the smell of is still three points fragrant, and the smell of people is irresistible". When I was a child, I didn't understand this sentence, the stinks so much, how can there be three points of aroma? Later, when I really saw the rotten smell of people, I realized that in comparison, the smell of feces can really be regarded as containing three points of aroma.

The weak king is a zombie, and the smell of rot in his body comes out of his mouth. Many people have bad breath, mostly because of a bad stomach. The stomach of a zombie can be imagined, so its smell can also be imagined.

Grandpa was so smoky that he wept because of the stench of the weak king.

It should have smelled the sulfur smell on his grandfather's body, and the weak king was hesitant before biting his stinky teeth.

Also because of the hesitation of the weak king, my father believed that the legend of Munigou boiling Zhuhu was not groundless. Although the sulfur hot spring can't make it impossible for the weak to find him, it is not very sure that the weak can find him.

It was this slight hesitation that saved my father's life.

Before its teeth could bite, Abba Xu thrust two bamboo poles into the sleeve of the weak king again.

Abba Xu stabbed the bamboo pole into the sleeve of the weak king from behind the branch, and then used the leverage of the branch to lift the weak king up.

The weak king not only failed to bite it, but was also hung up again.

This time, Abba Xu Xue was obedient, and before the bamboo pole broke again, he hurriedly went into the house and took two iron rods, and pierced them through the place where the bamboo pole had been stabbed, replacing the bamboo pole that was not strong enough.

The weak king's feet hung in the air again.

Abba Xu held on to the branch, panting and said to his father, "If you had slowed down a little just now, your neck would have been gnawed off by it." But you don't have to thank me, if you hadn't pushed me away just now, I would have become a weak man. If I become a weak man, it will be like a monk suffering from flower willow disease and a hunter falling into a trap, making a big joke! ”

Daddy looked at his head and asked, "You had a puff of smoke on your head just now, how are you doing now?" ”

Abba Xu took off his crooked hat, touched the top of his head, and smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just that the top of my head is a little hot, and my skin and flesh are a little painful." ”

Grandpa, who knows a little about medical skills, said: "There are Baihui acupoints on the top of the head, which belong to the Du Mai, which means that the hundred veins meet here." The meeting of a hundred pulses, the master of a hundred diseases. I think it's going to suck your yang energy out of your Baihui acupoint. When the yang energy suddenly all rushes to the top of your head, it will naturally make you feel hot on the top of your head. The yang energy of the whole body is concentrated on the small head, and the skin and flesh are naturally swollen and painful. I just saw a cloud of green smoke coming out of your head, and I think you have lost some yang energy. ”

"Yang Qi is fine, but it's a pity that my beans have been trampled on a lot." Abba Xu said sadly as he looked at the beans on the ground.

"It's better to rest and recuperate more in the future. Lack of yang energy hurts the body, so you can eat more barley and peanuts to replenish yang qi. Before Grandpa finished speaking, he saw Abba Xu sliding down from the branch like a piece of mud, his face became more and more pale, and his hands and feet shivered as if he was afraid of cold.

Grandpa hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

"What's wrong with you?"

Abba Xu said weakly: "It's not much, it's just that the eyelids are fighting, and the legs are weak." I seem to be hungry. ”

Grandpa said: "You're not hungry, you're losing yang." Come, lift up your feet, and I will carry you into the house. ”

So, Grandpa helped the weak Abba Xu to go to the house and hung the weak king there.

That night Abba Xu was trembling, his lips turned black, his face turned white, his eyes became dull, and his hair was as listless as grass wilted by frost. These symptoms are a bit like a small child leaving home. But people don't leave home after they reach the age of twelve. Abba Xu is a loss of yang energy, to a certain extent, it is like losing a soul.

Grandpa was afraid that he would die, so he poured him ginger soup and put a towel on him.

In the middle of the night, Grandpa came out and fixed the two ends of the iron rod carrying the weak king with ropes so as not to slip off, and then took a cloth bag from Abba Xu's family to cover its head, so as not to frighten others.

After three or four days, Grandpa didn't have the energy to take care of it, so he left it to dry there alone, exposed to the sun and night dew, wind and rain.

During the day, someone saw the weak king hanging there like a scarecrow, and couldn't help but come over with curiosity and point and talk about it. Since they have always been jealous of Abba Xu, knowing what he deals with on weekdays, they will not get too close to the weak king. Besides, the body odor of the weak king is not good.

Animals are different.

Other people's chickens on the street often run under the feet of the weak king and peck at his feet. The weak king is barefoot. Maybe it stepped on the broken beans that night while the broken beans stuck to the footboard, so the chickens liked to peck at them. It may also be because its feet are mossy and new moss like its face.

The sheep that were driven by the shepherds were also interested in the weak king≤ and several sheep ran out of the flock and ran under the feet of the weak king to tickle and tickle. The shepherds could not move, so they threw up their whips to scare the sheep away.

Chickens and sheep are both animals that are not highly spiritual.

Cows and cats with higher spirituality are different when they see the weak king.

When the oxen passed by, they would suddenly run wildly, and the frightened people had to run with them. And the cat will only look at it from a distance and will definitely not approach. But the cat's eyes are still focused on what is on the iron, turning its head from time to time to look.

Then there are those who are not sensible are underage children.

Children like to play and make trouble, and sometimes they will chase after the weak king who is hanging. Seeing that the weak king had a cloth bag on his head, they argued with each other whether this was a real person or a scarecrow. The brave child also pinched its feet with his hands to see if it was wrapped in a wooden stick or soft meat.

When the adults saw the children touching it, they shouted at them and told them to stay away.

The children were afraid to touch it, but they were reluctant to leave, so they gathered around to watch the family call them home for dinner. After eating, I came here again to argue and watch. Anyway, they have a lot of time, enough waste. I'm tired of playing in other parts of the radish village, how can I easily let go of a new gadget when I finally see it?

Daddy wanted to keep the children away from the weak king, but he couldn't speak Qiang. He thought about whether to carry the weak king to another place, but he couldn't carry it alone. The adults in the neighborhood were suspicious and didn't necessarily dare to help. Even if he was willing to help, Dad was worried that something would go wrong in the process of moving. If it jumped up in the middle of so many children, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Grandpa had heard that the weak man was afraid of the sun like a zombie. The next few days were sunny and the air was nice. But he didn't see anything unusual about the weak king on the iron.

Before that, Daddy had heard that once a zombie encounters sunlight, it will burn like paper meets flames, and finally burn to nothing left, not even a little ash; I have also heard that zombies will bubble their skin when they encounter sunlight, and then their skin and flesh will boil like boiling water, and finally turn into a puddle of stinky water.

I once asked my father about this question, and my father said that this is because zombies belong to yin, or are they not ordinary yin, but things that are yin to the extreme. Since ancient times≡, yin and yang have been incompatible, and it is impossible for yin and yang to be incompatible, comparable to the incompatibility of water and fire. Therefore, zombies will never dare to see the sun.

I asked my dad again, is there no zombie that can see the light at all?

Grandpa said that there are no absolutes in the world. A very small number of zombies can also come out during the day, but unless a clever Taoist priest or monk casts a light protection spell on the zombie.

It's a pity that this is what Daddy told him after Daddy returned to Thrush Village. At that time, the crooked priest was concentrating on the zombies and the twisting charms to subdue them. There is a specialization in the art industry, and in terms of understanding zombies, the crooked Taoist was stronger than his grandfather at that time. Later, my grandfather surpassed the crooked Taoist priest in this regard, and he also benefited from the crooked Taoist priest's guidance.