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Since returning from Qingling Temple, Hao Laozhang has not seen such a beautiful morning for a long time.

The family has long been unable to open the lid of the pot, and even the money for the medicine to save his son's life has been almost spent. Now, even if the fox master can really help take revenge, the father and son will have to starve to death.

Seeing that the remaining copper shells were only enough to buy a pack of arsenic, Hao Laozhang was disheartened. Instead of living in the world, it is better to be with his son Huangquan as early as possible, and to avoid one more day of sin. He gritted his teeth and his heart was crossed, and he decided to take poison and commit suicide!

Slowly pushing open the door with heavy steps, he saw a person kneeling in front of him and a bamboo basket next to him before he could cross the threshold.

Mr. Hao doesn't know when this person knelt here, and he doesn't know how long this person has been kneeling, but he only knows that even if this person in front of him turns into ashes, he will recognize it, this person is Wang Laoqian!

Wang Laoqian suddenly raised his fat big hand, which frightened Hao Laozhang to kneel on the ground, trembling all over.

Just listen to the sound of "pop!"!

Wang Laoqian's slap actually hit him in the face!

"I'm damned! I'm a bastard!" Wang Laoqian slapped himself ten times in succession, shouting as he twitched: "Master! I was wrong! Master! I don't dare anymore!"

Old Uncle Hao asked in a trembling voice, "Dare to ask where your grandfather is now?"

Wang Laoqian slammed his head on the ground and cried:

"You are my father, your son is my father, and your grandson is also my father! I will be your grandson from now on! No...... Too grandson!"

Uncle Hao was confused by his generation, but he didn't dare to refuse, and he didn't dare to say anything.

Wang Laoqian held the bamboo basket beside him with both hands in front of Hao Laozhang, and tore open the white cloth covering the bamboo basket, only to see that it was filled with shiny golden shells, and the dazzling golden light made Hao Laozhang unable to open his eyes. There was so much gold that he had never seen in his dreams, and he was overwhelmed for a moment.

Wang Laoqian pleaded loudly:

"These things are for the grandson to honor the grandfather! If you don't recognize the grandson, the grandson won't get up!"

How dare Hao Laozhang admit such a grandson, although he hates Wang Laoqian the most, he is also the most afraid of him. At this time, Mr. Hao neither dared to accept it, nor did he dare to refuse.

As long as Hao Laozhang didn't take the basket, Wang Laoqian kept kowtowing, letting the blood on his forehead be dripping.

Seeing that Wang Laoqian at this time was not like a poisonous snake, but like a kowtow worm, the fear in his heart couldn't help but be a little less. He took the basket with both hands, placed it beside him with a slight tremble, and asked in a low voice:

"Dare to ask Aisun...... Why?"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Laoqian immediately fell into memory, his body gradually curled up like a shrimp, a look of fear appeared on his face, his facial features were distorted to the limit, and his appearance was extremely terrifying, as if there was a powerful ghost coming to ask for his life. I saw that his lips kept moving, and a series of mutters came out of his mouth.

Uncle Hao couldn't hear what he was saying, but he always felt that his voice today was shrill and piercing, and the more he listened, the more he looked like his son who had been gelding. He glanced at Wang Laoqian's crotch, and saw that his thin crotch was empty, exactly like his own son.

He put his ear to Wang Laoqian's mouth, listened carefully, and heard him say:

"You know...... It's all said...... I...... I didn't do anything...... It's true...... I don't know Lin ...... Where did Zi go...... Fox...... Grandpa Fox spares his life!"

Old Master Hao suddenly realized, although he didn't know what kind of punishment Wang Laoqian had suffered, he knew that it must be the manifestation of the fox master of Qingling Temple.

Although his son's mutilated body could not be changed, being able to return blood for blood and make a local snake like Wang Laoqian kneel down and confess his relatives was something he didn't even dare to think about before. In fact, he doesn't know one thing yet, Wang Laoqian, the "No. 1 splash of the song", has now become the "No. 1 joke of the song"!

Uncle Hao thought about it, if Wang Laoqian died today, although he would take revenge, he and his son would starve to death. And now a piece of copper shells is exchanged for a basket full of golden shells, which is enough for his father and son to have enough food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

As the saying goes, the mediocre man will punish the saint and the heart.

Old man Hao burst into tears, the hatred in his heart had subsided, his hands were folded, and he bowed again and again in the direction of Qingling Temple.

At this time, the fox master is simply a living immortal sent by God to save the suffering in his heart, no immortal can be as powerful as the fox master, and no fairy can help an ordinary poor old man like the fox master, and no fairy is more worthy of faith than the fox master.

There are more and more people in Chaoge City who worship the fox master like Hao Laozhang, but the five gods in the Qingling Temple are far from the great images that people imagine.

The five people in the Qingling Temple are all for their own desires, playing the role of saving the people from fire and water. One percent of wealth may not be much for the poor, but for the rich, it is a large number.

Many times, there will be large sums of jewelry shell coins in the Qingling Temple that are carried in boxes.

The rich man told the wealthy people in Chaoge City that if they used the best mutton fat and jade shells as incense money and filled five hollow statues of gods, the fox master would protect their children and grandchildren for generations. The wealthy lords in the city were so convinced of this that it was difficult to count the amount of incense money in the Qingling Temple every day.

The son of good fortune borrowed the Qingling Temple to make a lot of money; Su Jituo Qingling Temple was blessed to drink the best wine every day; the little Taoist priest was named a fearless god of war, and he could also be regarded as fulfilling his dream of being a general; the five grain immortals Weng could eat big fish and meat all of a sudden, and he had grown from a thin old beggar to a big fat man, and he had begun to worry about losing weight;

However, the bad things done by these gods combined are not as good as a "Fengzi Niangniang".

There is a local tea merchant surnamed Wang, and people call him "King of Tea". Chaoge's tea since the Shang Dynasty has been provided by his family. Not only was he rich and famous, but he also had a very beautiful daughter-in-law. The fly in the ointment is that this daughter-in-law has been married for ten years, but she has never conceived a child.

The king of tea has been passed down from generation to generation. In order to hold his grandson, he didn't know how many home remedies he had tried for his daughter-in-law in the past ten years, and how many recipes he had invited. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would try, but the results disappointed him again and again. He pinned his last hope on "Fengzi Niangniang".

Although Mrs. Wang is no longer young, she still has charm, her demeanor is demure, and her gestures reveal everyone's beautiful temperament. As soon as she stepped into the threshold of the Qingling Temple, everyone's eyes were focused on her alone.

Hua Niu'er had never seen such a graceful and luxurious beautiful woman, and she was so greedy that she even drooled. As usual, he took the "Sending Tea" from the back hall and planned to serve it to Mrs. Wang.

Before he could pick up the teacup, he heard someone at the door ask:

"What did you just pour into the teacup?"

Hua Tu'er turned his head to look, and saw the little Taoist priest standing at the door resignedly.

"You can't take care of it!" replied coldly.

"The women who prayed overnight in the temple were pregnant with your children?"

"So what? You're a monk, don't be nosy!"

As soon as Hua Mao'er's voice fell, I heard a cold voice come into my ears:

"He can't take care of it, can I?"

Hua Tu'er looked at it and found that it was Su Ji who spoke, and the domineering spirit on her body was swept away, and she hurriedly said haha:

"Yes, of course. However, Brother Ji didn't know that Mrs. Wang was originally from Oiran. It is said that in order to marry into the Wang family, she ruthlessly threw her two children into the river and drowned! Since marrying into the Wang family, this hen has not laid eggs for ten years. The people of Chaoge all know that the problem lies with the man, but she actually came to ask for a son today, which shows that this girl is still a demon who does not abide by women's morals! If I don't surrender her, how can I be worthy of my name as a pervert? The younger brother promised Brother Ji that this would definitely be the last time. ”

"Not once!" Su Ji shouted, "You're not a ghost now!"

The flower tumor gritted her teeth and squeaked, and her distorted face was like a piece of red-hot iron, and she bowed her head and murmured:

"I don't know who stole the chicken and didn't make it a mess at the beginning, but now he has come to be a good person!

"It doesn't matter if I'm a god or a ghost! If you dare to bring this bowl of tea out today, I won't have you as a brother!"

Hua Tu'er suddenly raised her head and glared at Su Ji, there was neither brother nor friendship in her eyes, there was only naked desire.

"You can drink, why can't I play with women!"

"No wonder you have a tumor on the top of your head, it turns out to be very bad!" Su Ji clenched his fists and said word by word: "Get out! Don't let me see you again in the future!"

The little Taoist priest looked left and right, but he didn't dare to persuade him, and he didn't know how to persuade him.

Hua Tuo'er picked up the tea bowl, knocked away the two people in front of him with her body, and strode straight to the front hall.

Mrs. Wang tastes tea every day and is very picky about the quality of tea. She felt that this "Sending Seed Tea" was simply the lowest of the lower grades, not only with a poor taste, but also with a bitter taste. She only pinched her nose and drank half a cup, and then secretly spilled the remaining half of the cup.

Sending Zicha is far inferior to Lin Zi's Spring Night Sword, and Mrs. Wang, who only drank half a cup, woke up from bed in the middle of the night and found herself naked, and there was a man lying next to her!

When she used the candlestick to illuminate the face of the flower, she was so frightened that she forgot to put on her clothes, and crawled out with a rolling belt. She had only run a few steps when she stepped on a loose stone slab and suddenly stumbled and fell.

She fell into a dark cavern, and when she touched it with her hand, she felt the ground shaggy and covered with slimy moss. The jade hand picked up the candlestick on the ground and illuminated the surroundings, only to see that the front was tortuous and graceful, sometimes wide and sometimes narrow, and the cave wall looked hazy in the faint light.

Taking a deep breath, she touched her veins, trying to calm herself as calmly as she went. There were holes in the holes, and they were so accessible that she could feel herself going down, getting darker and darker as she went.

Suddenly, a person appeared in front of me!

Mrs. Wang was suddenly terrified and froze in place. After a while, seeing that the man was still standing, she fixed her eyes and saw that it was not a man, but a statue.

How could anyone enshrine a statue in such a place?

Puzzled, she held the candlestick in front of her to illuminate the statue. I saw that the statue was dressed as a Taoist priest, its neck was cut off by the roots, it was holding an empty bowl in its left hand, and it was holding a sword in its right hand, and the blade of the sword was stained with blood.

The statue has a round stone at its feet. At first, Madame Wang thought it was the base of the statue, but when she illuminated the stone with a candlestick, she found that it was a bloody head!

A pair of empty eyes staring at her!

Such a strange scene frightened Mrs. Wang's lips white and her face full of tears. She finally couldn't hold back her fear and ran away screaming.

I don't know how long she has been running, but she is already sweating and panting.

At this moment, suddenly his eyes lit up, and a faint beam of light shone on the ground in front of him. She hurried to the bottom of the light, and saw a round sky above, and it was dawn.

A stout rattan hangs down from above. She grabbed the rattan and climbed up with all her strength. After countless failures, she finally crawled out of the cave, and by that time it was already dawn.

In front of her was a one-and-a-half-meter-high wooden shelf, on which hung a red satin robe to dry, and it turned out that she was now in the backyard of someone else's house.

When she looked back, she saw that the hole she had climbed out of was a dry well. I didn't expect that there were countless staggered and complicated passages under Chaoge!

At that moment, she had a guess, and her eyes were fixed on the well, without blinking.

"Whether it's a helper or a ghost who destroys wealth, does it all enter every household through this underground cave?"

A cold wind blew, Mrs. Wang rubbed her bare shoulders, felt cold on her body, and realized that she was still naked, so she bit her red lip helplessly, wrapped the clothes on the wooden frame and ran away from the back door.

Mrs. Wang, who ran home, told the king of the tea what happened last night. She didn't say a word about sharing a bed with a man, only saying that she had seen a ghost. Although she didn't recognize the nodule, she remembered the tumor on the top of his head. After listening to his daughter-in-law's description, the king felt that the only person with that kind of tumor in his head had died a few years ago.

When Mrs. Wang saw that the king didn't believe it in the tea, she told the story of the underground cave in front of the whole family. She led her family to find the dry well that connected to the cave. But she found that there was no tunnel exit under the dry well at all, and there was not a thick vine to climb up.

The family thought she had fallen into an evil spirit, and basically no one believed what she said.

However, there is one person in the Wang family who believes it, and this person is Mrs. Wang's husband, the son of the king in the tea, Wang Laoqian.