Xiao Baihui, who is used to Xiao Ye, naturally won't keep any etiquette when she arrives at Xiao Hui's house, I saw her sitting on the sofa like this again, and then greedily licking Xiao Hui's mousse cream cake, while pretending to be a big god with a smile: "Do you want to ask me, how do you talk to my sister?"

"Hehe, you little girl, how do you know?" Xiao Hui was unconsciously amused by Xiao Baihui's cute appearance, and he didn't know why, he actually laughed out loud. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In fact, Xiao Hui laughed a little embarrassed.

Then I only heard the sound of "hee hee~" from the sofa, and at this time, Baihui laughed even more, and she unconsciously felt that the big man in front of her was a little stupid, "This is a very low-level spell of our gods, called mind reading, like I am born to see through what people are thinking?"

"Oh, yes, can you teach me, so that I can also know what the boss and my subordinates think of me and what they think of me?" Xiao Hui flattered.

In this modern society that has broken the traditional superstitious thinking, there are very few people who believe in the existence of gods and ghosts anymore, so Xiao Hui really didn't take the words of this wild child seriously.

Xiao Hui was about to get up and pretended to be about to pour a cup of tea, when Xiao Baihui immediately muttered: "Uncle, your heart says, you don't believe me Baihui Lak~"

"No, then I'll test you, what am I thinking about now?" Xiao Hui suddenly asked.

"You're going to eat roast suckling pig in the evening~" Baihui replied hum-huh.

"And now?" Xiao Hui asked.

"You're going to take Baihui and my sister with you." Baihui replied quickly.

"And now?" asked Xiao Hui with some hesitation. The reason why he hesitated was because could the little girl in front of him really know how to read minds?

"You want your sister to come back to life. Baihui replied with some frustration, as for the reason why Xiaobaihui was lost, it was because her father of death told her this sentence: "Those who leave will never return to the original material world." ”

People actually have three eyes, this third eye is the yin and yang eye, also called the eye of heaven, the communication of gods and ghosts, in fact, it is not a difficult thing, sincerity can open the eye of heaven, and the person who opens the eye of heaven can see things that ordinary people can't see.

Xiao Hui only knew that in nature, people only had two eyes and two ears, so according to his knowledge accumulation, he could only see things in the ordinary three-dimensional world.

However, according to Xiao Baihui, it is easy to say that it is easy to open the third eye to see Xiao Xu, that is, Xiao Hui, as an ordinary person, will be a monk for 50 years and accumulate 50 years of yin virtue, then you will be able to see the appearance of the daffodil fairy clearly.

Seeing that Xiao Hui was a little discouraged and lost, and that he couldn't let him report a plate of daffodils all day long and run around like a snake spirit, the kind-hearted Xiao Baihui decided that the good people would do it to the end and fulfill their pair of hard-working mandarin ducks.

"Actually, the physical body is just an empty shell in this world, if you can find Uncle Cao's help, as long as he wipes the magic pen in his old man's hand, your dream can still be realized~" Xiao Baihui asked.

"Really, really, Baihui?" Hearing this, Xiao Hui couldn't help but be happy and sad, but he was patronizing and happy at this time, but he ignored the words "this world" in Xiao Baihui's mouth.

In fact, the Uncle Cao mentioned in Xiao Baihui's mouth is the elegant temperament of the Eight Immortals, and the polite Uncle Cao Guo, because he is a god of heaven, so Uncle Cao often has to go to hell to inspect, visit, and see if there are any unjust ghosts or something.

The innocent world has caused tens of thousands of innocent ghosts, and the causes of death of these unjust ghosts are also diverse and varied, of course, Uncle Cao Guo also knows that he alone or the power of the Eight Immortals alone cannot overturn the case for all the dead people, all he can do is record it with the magic pen in his hand.

The reporter had to say that it was still Uncle Cao Guo and Lan Caihe, who had just gone to hell, and a fat little girl who looked like she was only a dozen or so, and her face was flushed, so she pulled a thin woman with a haggard face and came to the two immortals.

When Uncle Cao Guo and Lan Caihe looked at each other, and they didn't know what was going on, they saw the woman behind the little girl "Porphy" kneeling down in front of them, and then begged bitterly:

"Two immortals, you must be the master of the people's daughter, I, Dou E, died so unjustly~"

"Please get up, please get up. Uncle Cao Guo said, and asked Lan Cai and the past to help up the poor Dou E who couldn't kneel for a long time, and then, Uncle Cao Guo took out the magic pen in his sleeve, one by one, and truthfully recorded the case of "Dou E's Injustice".

After Teng finished writing, Uncle Cao Guo handed over the yin-yang-shaped paper with the words trickling Xiu to Lan Caihe, and after he summarized it, he reported it to the jade-faced judge Lu Juan in batches, and finally Lu Juan locked the souls of the great evil people in the material world one by one.

This whole process is the spiritual belief that the Chinese people have practiced for more than 2,000 years:

Raise the head of the gods, the cycle of cause and effect, the principles of heaven are clear, and evil is rewarded.

After telling the case, Dou E naturally wants to go back to hell and wait quietly for news, no matter how big the grievances are, people and ghosts have different paths, this natural Dafa is still unbreakable.

But at this time, Uncle Cao's curiosity was not in Dou E, but in the little little fat girl with a red face, with a curious heart, Uncle Cao Guo squatted down very curiously, took her little hand and asked:

"Little sister, who are you, why are you here?"

"Oh, uncle, my name is Baihui, and I am the daughter of the Grim Reaper. Xiao Baihui replied in a very childish voice.

"Oh, so that's the case~" Uncle Cao Guo nodded thoughtfully after listening to Xiao Baihui's explanation, then took out a magic pen, and on a white sheet, he played in a hurry, and drew a "peony map" after three times five divided by two.

"Wow! Uncle Fairy, it's great~" Xiao Baihui praised.

"Do you like it, just blow at it if you like it." Uncle Cao Guo said softly.

"Whew" a plan, after that.

A delicate, fully blooming, and very vivid peony flower came down from the painting and came to the heart of Xiao Baihui's handboard.

"Do you like it?" Uncle Cao asked with a smug smile as he stroked his long beard.

"Wow~ Xiaobaihui, I like it so much~ Thank you, Uncle Fairy. Xiao Baihui replied with joy, and then the eccentric little chubby girl scratched her round little head and asked:

"Uncle Fairy, is it possible that with your pen, everything you draw can be turned into life?"

"Yes, just blow your breath~" Uncle Cao Guo nodded and replied with a smile.