The grandmother kowtowed again, sent money, and begged the old Taoist priest to cure his son.

When the old Taoist priest saw his grandmother, wearing a patched sackcloth, and only symbolically received a few copper plates, he opened the altar, holding a peachwood sword, singing and dancing, his eyes were sometimes sharp, sometimes painful.

"Whew!"

Finally exhaled a breath of turbidity.

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