How could there be such a look, Feng Yousheng didn't know why, and he always felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Huang Xiuxian was also surprised at this time, and said: "Oh, my mother! This, this, this disease is ghostly! I, I can't cure it here—— I said grandma, you, you, you ...... This kind of disease is also brought to us, you really lift us up! You, you better ask for another wisdom!"

The old grandmother didn't move, her eyes were still full of tears, she didn't say a word, she didn't have an expression.

Children are most likely to be haunted by ghosts, because children are too young to have no ideology, and when the soul leaves the body, it will produce a pathological state of being dumbfounded, unable to wake up, and crying incessantly. In the folk, adults will embroider some flowers, cats, dogs and other fun things on the clothes worn by children, and children will touch and play with themselves, so that the children's spirit can be condensed, and their thoughts will not run away. Folks like to make tiger head pillows for children, in addition to shaking evil and avoiding evil and calming the spirit, there is also the meaning of the growth of the dragon and the tiger's brain. When the child goes out, he brings a peach branch to ward off evil spirits. The eldest child's soul was taken away by a ghost, and his body was fine, but he didn't have a trace of consciousness and spirit.

The wind wandering monks who have traveled all over the north and south of the river have a very good understanding of ghosts and souls in their hearts - sick and weak, yin qi is full of fire, passing through the soul cave, walking in the night, intimidation, etc., and it is very easy to suffer from ghosts and ghosts.

Wang Dashi looked at the old grandmother and the child on the hospital bed very pitiful, so he said to Huang Xiuxian: "Huang Zhangjiao, you hurry up and make herbs for him and treat him!"

Huang Xiuxian said: "This symptom cannot be cured by herbs alone, but also needs to recite a spell, and use the spell to drive away the filth that took away his soul, so as to attract the soul back to the source, only in this way can the child wake up, and then give Chinese herbs to treat the body." ”

"It's important to save people, Huang Zhangjiao, you will treat it now, and if you need anything, order us as soon as possible!" Wang Dashi said.

"If I knew how to recite the incantation, I would have cured him a long time ago!" Huang Xiuxian finished speaking, turning around and wanting to leave.

Wang Dashi stopped him: "The Yellow Palm Sect, healing the sick and healing the wounded, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, is the purpose of our local sect, and over time, we can restore the prestige of the local sect! If we don't save ourselves when we see death, won't we lose the demeanor and reputation of our sect?"

Huang Xiuxian was uncomfortable when he heard it, so he gave him a farewell.

Wang Dashi also felt that he was too impatient, so he slowed down and said, "Oh, I'm anxious and fast-talking, please forgive Huang Zhangjiao!"

These were all seen in Dafu's right eyes, his eyes glared at Huang Xiuxian, and he rushed: "It's really unlucky, the head of a sect, it's actually so upright! Hmph, you look presumptuous! If you are disrespectful to Wang Dashi, you are disrespectful to us!"

Huang Xiuxian's attitude eased a lot, and he catered to Dafuyou with a hippie smile, and sighed: "Originally, I could have begged the weasel spirit on my body to heal the child, but your bad ideas and bad ideas forced them away, and now, I can't do anything!"

"Hey, I said Huang Xiuxian, you can't blame us, you are now entangled with Dazhumei, and if you want to become husband and wife, isn't it your wish!" said the Wind Wandering Monk.

Huang Xiuxian sighed and said, "After that, when you meet these people who come to seek medical treatment, you don't accept them, if you do, you can do it yourself!"

Wang Dashi then remembered that Huang Xiuxian no longer had any skills, but he was older and should always have some experience, so he asked, "Huang Zhangjiao, is there no other way?"

Huang Xiuxian said: "There is a way, but it is more difficult, no one is willing to do it—— you save others as saving yourself, I don't know if you are willing to do it!"

Dafu's mother-in-law and mother on weekdays are also warm-hearted, and said: "Huang Xiuxian, you are now a dead pig and a wooden bird, if you sell Guanzi again, the four of us will beat you up, take out your underwear and hang it on Dazhumei's head!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a knock on the door, and Dazhumei rushed out of the back room, holding an oily iron spoon, and shouted at Dafuku: "Who are you talking about, don't bully my husband!"

Daifuku heard the word "Mr." and felt numb for a while.

This kind of scene, noisy for a while, where is it like, in the eyes of others, what kind of system does the local school become.

"Okay! Okay!" Wang Dashi should be in harmony with the scene and said: "Everyone don't quarrel, hurry up and think of a way to save the child—— Huang Zhangjiao, as long as you think of a way to save the treatment, we will definitely be willing to do it, save the dead and help the wounded, accumulate virtue and do good deeds to be happy!"

Huang Xiuxian swept the long hair at the corner of his mouth and said, "You go to the ravine outside, on the slope of the river, to see if there are any dead people, and take off your clothes!"

Several people's eyes widened when they heard this. Dafuku scolded right: "You bastard, you're really unlucky, why do you use the clothes of the dead, keep them for you to give old clothes!"

Huang Xiuxian was very angry, so he walked towards his residence, and it seemed that he was so excited by Dafuyou's scolding that he was not ready to rescue.

In fact, there are a variety of methods for folk to heal "ghosts and souls", the most local is the "Taoist mother" in the countryside, the method is unique, lighting incense ashes, inviting gods, worshiping ghosts, taking elves, and sacrificing ancestors...... There are also methods that are spread in other townships and said on the road. Huang Xiuxian's method is what the township preaches, not in the elegant hall, not in the elegant book, unbearable to pass on the classics, only in the countryside said. They believe that if the ghost takes the child's soul, takes off the clothes of the dead body, and puts it on the child's body, the ghost who is holding the soul thinks that the child is dead, and will not let go of the soul, and the child's soul will slowly return to its original place.

There are not many villages near the local sect, and it is really difficult to find a person who has just died - for a long time, they have been buried in the grave, and they have been digging up the grave to get their clothes, and if they do not say anything, they are afraid that the clothes will rot, and the affairs of the dead can only be listened to, and they cannot directly knock on the door and ask when they will die!

Since you want to save people, there is no better way at the moment, you can only look for the dead according to the folk sayings.

Dafu Right and Dafu Zuo felt that picking up the clothes of the dead corpse was very exciting, and they could show their courage and deeds, and they matched Wang Dashi to prepare to leave, but the wind wandering monk was reluctant to go, and always felt that the eldest child and the old grandmother were strange.

Dafu pulled the wind wandering monk and said: "Hey, let's go quickly, let's use this half day to inquire, if it goes well, we will bring back the dead man's clothes tonight, and the eldest child can be saved!"

The Wind Wandering Monk was still hesitating, and at this time, Wang Dashi pulled him out of the sect.

The vitality of the local school is very strong, Huang Xiuxian put peach branches at the head of the eldest child's bed to ward off evil spirits, and lit a brazier under the bed to increase yang energy, as long as he finds the clothes of the dead as soon as possible to wear, there should not be too much danger to his life.

Let's say that the local faction is located in Qingyu Mountain, the slopes are continuous, the rivers and canals are crossed, the villages are scarce, and it takes two hours to find a populated place, even if you go so far, you may not be able to meet the dead, if you happen to meet the person who just died, you may not be able to take off your clothes smoothly.

Thinking of this, I can't help but retreat a little.

"He's a fucking hippie! This dead man won't be found in a day or two, so let's go back, don't bother with it, it's better to lie down in bed and sleep when you have time like this." If this child dies, it can only be a fortune-teller!" said the Wind Wandering Monk.

Although the wind wandering monk is poor and tongue-in-cheek on weekdays, his style is not right, but a fiery heart will not change, I don't know why he has been retreating today, and he doesn't want to find the clothes of the dead to save people, which is a little incredible.

Daifuku right heard it unpleasantly: "It's really hard, let's go quickly, don't grind anymore!"

The Wind Wandering Monk pursed his lips, extremely unhappy.

Wang Dashi guessed: "Could it be that the Wind Wandering Monk has other thoughts, or is the Wind Wandering Monk afraid?"

Daifuku right and Daifuku left are looking for it along a small river.