On the official road in the early morning, two Taoist priests, an old man and a young one, walked slowly towards the morning sun, and the old Taoist bent over and listened to the chatter of his apprentice with an embarrassed face.

"Master, why don't we go back, you have failed to catch ghosts twice this month, you haven't seen a single ghost, and you have been driven out by others, you haven't eaten a meal, and there is no rice in the Taoist temple, alas, what can I do. A five- or six-year-old, tiger-headed little Taoist boy said with a sad face.

The apricot yellow robe on Lao Dao's body has been washed and white, and the shoes on his feet are still patched, although he is thin, fortunately, he is in good spirits, listening to the apprentice's complaints, he said stupidly: "Apprentice, I believe in Master, I will be able to catch a big demon when I go to Liujia Village this time, and I will collect money to buy you your favorite sugar gourd." ”

Xiao Daotong rolled his eyes, lifted the package on his body and said: "You say this every time, how can you count once, I didn't eat breakfast today, it's really not good, let's go back to farming, I will definitely not die of hunger." ”

Xiao Daotong touched his cooing belly, sat under the big tree next to him, sighed with his hands on his cheeks, and was reluctant to leave.

Lao Dao is also hungry, he only drank a bowl of gruel last night, let the apprentice eat two more bowls, this month two orders of business have not been done, not that he is unwilling to catch ghosts, he really didn't even see a ghost, to tell the truth, he was scolded by the master as a charlatan, not a copper plate was given, there was really no money, so he had to squat in front of the apprentice and persuade him: "Apprentice, you can't stop, you have calculated carefully for the teacher, we rushed to Liujia Village just to have lunch, and if you delay for a while, you will miss the meal." ”

Seeing that Xiao Daotong was a little hesitant, Lao Dao took off the package on his apprentice's body and carried it on his body, and said flatteringly: "If you really can't walk, the master will carry you on your back?"

Looking at the emaciated figure of the master who seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, Xiao Daotong sighed again and again: "Forget it, you help me, I can't get up." ”

Lao Dao was distressed, he didn't say anything, he just wanted to hurry to Liujia Village to catch a big demon, not only to fill the apprentice's stomach, but also to let himself, the long face of the master, just about to help Xiao Daotong, an oil paper bag was handed over.

Lao Dao looked at the oil paper bag, and his eyes lit up, what a handsome son.

The young man looked like he was fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a luxurious white robe, with satin green cloud chasing boots, a moon-white long sword hanging from his waist, and a black and white jade pendant on his side looked very valuable.

The white-robed young man burped, smiled and said: "It's nothing, I bought too many buns, and there are still two left after I can't finish eating. ”

When the incident was heard, Lao Dao couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Xiao Daotong deliberately turned a blind eye, his face was righteous and awe-inspiring, but his stomach began to growl again after being seduced by the smell of steamed buns, and his eyes kept aiming at the oiled paper bag in the young man's hand, looking funny.

Lao Dao couldn't bear it, gritted his teeth, took the oil paper bag and said: "Then thank the son first, and when the poor Dao collects the money, he will give you the money for the bun immediately." ”

He turned around and stuffed it into the apprentice's hand, touched his little head and said, "Let's go after eating." ”

Xiao Daotong held the steaming oil paper bag in both hands, smelled the rich fragrance and was intoxicated, looked at the kind-hearted boy brother and said shyly: "Thank you, big brother!"

The white-robed boy smiled and nodded, looked at the somewhat embarrassed Taoist beside him and asked curiously, "I wonder where the real person is going to subdue the demon and eliminate the demon?"

When the old Taoist heard this, he hurriedly waved his hand and said: "I can't be a real person, it's just a rural Taoist, Liujia Village has been a little unpeaceful recently, I suspect that it is a ghost, let the poor Dao go over and take a look." ”

The young man was even more curious, "Oh, I don't know what strange things have happened? It just so happens that there is a distant relative of mine in Liujia Village, if there is really something strange, then Ben Gongzi will also go to see it." ”

Lao Dao did not doubt that he had him, and said like a bamboo tube pouring beans........

Thirty miles north of Nanlucheng, there is a small village, which is called Liujia Village because it lives dozens of families surnamed Liu.

Liujia Village is located in the middle of nowhere, they are all poor families, people rise at sunrise and make daily income and rest, do not ask for anything rich and expensive, just seek peace and security.

Half a month ago, there was an old lady named Liu Jia'e in the village who was found dead at home, the old man had a hard life, did not marry, and was also a warm-hearted when he was alive, and he was willing to help when he had something, and the children in the village also liked the old man very much, often Grandma Liu shouted before and after Grandma Liu, and the old man would pick some home-grown melons and fruits every time he heard them and let them take them back, and the relationship with the village was good.

So when the people in the village knew that the old man had died, they all spontaneously came to help deal with the aftermath.

According to the rules of the village, the dead must be parked at home for seven days before they can enter the earth, and there must be descendants to guard the spirit, but Liu Jia'e has never married in her life, so how can there be any descendants.

Life and death are the most important things, the old man did not enjoy the blessings during his lifetime, and after death, there was not even a person who kept the spirit, it was inevitable that it would be too miserable, and finally everyone decided to find a young junior to replace the spirit, and after the completion of the work, he could get twenty dollars.

A man named Liu Dong agreed without thinking about it, this person is in his thirties, a crop man, dark skin, five big and three thick, and his courage is also well-known in the village, and everyone readily agreed.

Liu Jia'e's house is also a dilapidated tile house, in front of which is a small courtyard, where a lot of melons, fruits and vegetables are planted, and the body is placed on the ground in the middle of the hall.

Although it was early spring, it was still a little cold at night, so the man unloaded a door and slept at the door wrapped in a quilt.

Nothing happened on the first night.

It's just that in the middle of the night of the next day, Liu Dong suddenly woke up with urine, and the man who only exposed his head felt the cold wind outside, tightened the quilt and thought about enduring, waiting for dawn. But the more I wanted to fall asleep, the more awake I became, and the urge to urinate became stronger and stronger, so I couldn't help but curse a few words in a low voice, and crawled out of the bed tremblingly.

The moon and stars were scarce, and the courtyard was snow-white, and the man walked out of the house and was about to solve it, but he thought of the old man behind him, and he endured walking to the edge of the yard before unbuttoning his pants.

Just when he was pouring out of thousands of miles, he suddenly heard a cold laugh of "hehehehe..."

The man didn't dare to pee, and stood nervously in place and listened, wondering if he had heard it wrong?

"Hehehehe...."

In the silence of the night, the laughter came and went, and the resentment was harsh, not at all like a human sound.

Liu Dong sighed in his heart, and instantly sweated all over his body, and the biting chill went straight to the top of his head from the soles of his feet, and the water that had not been released just now was like a river bursting its embankment, wetting his pants.

The man stared at his eyes and didn't dare to breathe, following the faint laughter, tiptoeing to the place where the sound came from.

Suddenly, the man seemed to see something, his body trembled like chaff, "Mom!", and crawled out of the yard with a rolling belt, and the slender courtyard door was directly smashed by the frightened Liu Dong, and it was closed and opened.

On the floor of the hall in the courtyard, the white cloth covered with Liu Jia'e rose and fell with the strange laughter......

Liu Dongyi, who went back, couldn't afford to be sick, and the people who heard about it rushed to Liu Jia'e's house with hoes and sickles, and saw the old man sitting at the gate of the tattered courtyard from a distance, sneering at everyone.

At first, no one dared to speak, and after a stalemate for a long time, seeing that the old man seemed to only know how to smirk, an old man of sixty or seventy years old mustered up the courage and shouted: "Miss Liu, aren't you dead, why are you alive again?"

The old man still sneered, his eyes glazed.

Then another bold poked the old man with a hoe, and was slapped away by the old man, and everyone relaxed a little.

A fat woman was startled and said: "Could it be fake death, I heard that there is a person in the next village who died and was about to be buried in the ground, someone heard the sound of fingernails scratching the coffin board, opened the coffin only to find that the person is alive again, and he is still alive and well!"

"It's possible, it's possible...."

"I've heard about it too..."

Everyone is gossiping, you say a word, I say a word.

In the end, the villagers only thought that Liu Jia'e was fake dead and alive, and they could only giggle when their brains were confused...

From this day on, there are children in the village every three or five days, no matter how many people look for it, they can't see the dead and the corpse, some people wonder if it is a wild beast coming down the mountain to commit murder, and some people suspect that it is Liu Jia'e who has come back from the dead to make a ghost, and there are different opinions.

During this period, they also reported to the officials, but after careful inspection, the officers and soldiers still found nothing, and only told the people to take care of their children, and the people in the village were panicked.

Until the fifth child disappeared, people couldn't bear it anymore, they couldn't rely on the government and could only rely on themselves, someone mentioned that there was an old fairy in the "Qingliangguan" not far from the village, named Sun Daoquan, who had the power to scatter beans into a soldier, and he could be invited to come to the village to see.

After sending someone to explain the situation in the Taoist temple, the desperate villagers kindled their last hope and waited for the arrival of this old immortal.

At this time, the old immortal was spitting in front of a white-robed young man.

"Childe, Taoism pays the most attention to chance, Xuanzhi and Xuan, if there is no chance, no matter how high your talent is, it is in vain, when the poor Dao was three years old, he was accepted by the master, and at the age of ten he was familiar with all kinds of Taoist classics, it has been fifty-six years ago, and he did not dare to say that the law is mysterious, but it can also be called a profound Taoism!"

In the past, every time Lao Dao wanted to talk about his apprentice, Xiao Daotong escaped for various reasons, so that he was not depressed, and now he finally met a master who was willing to listen.

The little Taoist boy who was riding alone on the horse listened to the master's shameless boasting, and tried to find a crack in the ground several times to get into, which was really embarrassing.

The white-robed young man listened with a smile all the time, and occasionally asked questions, which caused the Taoist to be even more comforted, and bluntly said that the son had a Taoist root.

The Taoist was about to show off his profound Dao method again, but he heard the little Taoist boy on the horse shouting first: "Liujia Village has arrived!"

Lao Dao glared back at his apprentice, swallowed his saliva, and was a little unsatisfied.

Li Xuanji squinted at the small village not far away, shook the folding fan, and strode away.