For the next few days, Ji Weisheng was in that state, he could hear and feel it, but he couldn't open his eyes or move.

All the attention of the day and night was on the little fairy who came in and out.

However, the daily life of the little fairy is a little strange.

"On the seventh day of the first month, my cat is gone, you can help me calculate a hexagram and take a look." It's an old lady's voice.

"The seventh day of the first month, the floating paper you gave me last time, after I burned it to ashes and put it on my feet, I really feel that athlete's foot is much better, you can give me a little more......" was an old man's voice.

"The seventh day of the first month, this is the green onion I planted myself, I specially pinched the most tender one to send to you, the talisman you drew for me last time, after I put it on my granddaughter, her learning attitude is really correct, and she doesn't play with her mobile phone when she goes home, and she takes the initiative to do homework, come, you take these green onions, you're welcome."

“……”

He felt the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the little fairy, and often listened to her own complaints to herself: "Woo woo, that talisman paper is a real luck talisman, and Old Man Zhang actually used it to cure athlete's foot!" How much do I need for light rune paper and cinnabar, but he only gave me thirty yuan! The price list is on the top of a 500 yuan, okay?! ”

"There is also the Pure Heart Talisman, which is a strong will and clears distractions, is it more expensive than a luck talisman? Aunt Zhou actually only gave me a handful of green onions, huh, for so many days, I didn't even have an income of 500 yuan, I really did something wrong. ”

Such small complaints can be said to be non-stop, but the next time those people come again, the little fairy will still give what she should give, and she will not be reluctant.

Ji Weisheng wore a fairy filter several meters thick, and felt that the little fairy who saved him was really kind and cute.

As for a series of trivial things such as the seven aunts and eight aunts, how can they be so similar to the style of the mortal world? That's none of his business.

He just thought that if only he could open his eyes sooner and see what she looked like...... The little fairy must be very good-looking.

Ji Weisheng thought so, and then he got what he wanted.

The reason is that in recent times, Qiao Xia's small Taoist temple has been very lively, and the ability of the seven aunts and eight aunts to bring goods can be said to be very strong, and her fame has gradually spread outside the community.

There is a very powerful little girl in the old town, who can catch ghosts and draw talismans, and somehow it has spread to people with hearts.

A person who has been tormented by various supernatural events recently, with the mentality of a dead horse being a live horse doctor, found Qiao Xia.

"Master save me!" As soon as Huang Ming saw Qiao Xia, he couldn't care to marvel at her youth and gender, his face was extremely haggard after being tortured, and his cloudy eyes bloomed with the color of desperate life: "I must have hit a ghost!" Master, you must help me! ”

Qiao Xia's scalp tingled when she heard the ghost words, but thinking of the original owner's last wishes, she had to go back to the house to get a robe and a peachwood sword, and prepared to go to his house with Huang Ming to have a look.

She was so scared to death, looking at the big guy who was still lying on the bed in a coma, she couldn't help muttering: "If only you woke up, it's a monk in the Tribulation Period, with you, what the hell am I afraid of." ”

As soon as the words fell, he met a pair of extraordinarily bright eyes, and he looked at it with a sense of righteousness.

Ji Weisheng's heart swelled with pride—the little fairy needed him now.

He told himself he had to wake up, and then he could really open his eyes.