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Lao Zhao closed his eyes and pondered, brushed his fingers over the kid's forehead, and said leisurely: "Lord Qin, please rest assured, Ling Lang just rushed to the black evil, and waited for the poor Dao to open the altar to drive away evil spirits for him, and to worry about it." ”

Lord Qin was very excited, nodded hurriedly, that kid seemed to be a little reluctant, bared his teeth, and hid back vigorously, Lao Zhao grabbed his collar, with the blessing of internal force, how much more than a few hundred catties of strength in his hands, that kid was just an ordinary person who didn't understand martial arts, how could he have the ability to break free? This also made Lord Qin believe in Lao Zhao's ability even more, although these are fundamentally two different things.

Lord Qin reported his son's birthday, Lao Zhao ordered to put an incense altar, and the Taoist boy under his command found a vacant space, put a desk, spread a red cushion, and pressed two candlesticks on it, Lao Zhao shook the dust, and the Taoist boy obediently retreated, and he personally lit the candle.

The incense altar is dedicated to Taiyi to save the suffering immortal, that is, the master of Nezha in the god list, Taiyi Zhenren, hey, I don't know how this fairy is mixed, what Guan Gong, Queen Mother of the West, and Tianfei Mazu are the more functions in the future, the higher the god position, and he was originally with Pangu, Sanqing's generation, and later became Sanqing's apprentice, and then later, there are fewer and fewer people who worship him, and the main hall will basically not have his place alone.

Zhao Zhijing found a piece of red cloth, like wearing linen and filial piety, wrapped the kid, and then ordered someone to bring a stool, the kid was unwilling to do it, Lao Zhao's hand was strengthened, he wailed, obediently shrank there, and didn't dare to resist, Lao Zhao snorted coldly, and secretly said to himself, toast and don't eat and drink.

lit a large handful of incense, Lu Qingdu stood far away, and he didn't see how many roots, it is said that this is very regular, according to the identity of the believer, but looking at Lao Zhao's meaning, it is estimated that he grabbed a handful casually, hey, there is really no professional ethics, are you not afraid of being complained by Lord Qin and then given a bad review.

Zhao Zhijing grabbed the handful of incense, the smoke was filled, and his old face was red, and he pressed the top of the kid's head with his hand, and he sang with words in his mouth: "There is a Qin family today, sixteen years old, a sheep, save the suffering Tianzun, the believer is sincere, open the evil and drive away the evil, has the evil gone?"

The Dao boy next to him shouted: "Let's go!" A subordinate said beside Lord Qin: "My lord, you should also shout along." ”

Lord Qin was a little embarrassed: "What does this official say, he is also an official of the imperial court, shouting and shouting, what kind of system." ”

The subordinate helplessly persuaded: "In front of the immortals, how can there be any officials." ”

Lord Qin was born in Confucianism, and he has always believed that his son is silent and strange, if it weren't for his son's illness this time and the strong recommendation of his colleagues, he would never have come to Chongyang Palace.

Zhao Zhijing has words in his mouth, there are ruts and rhymes, and he also interacts with the Taoist children, has he gone, has his soul been opened?

If so, for half an hour, when the incense was half burned, Lu Qingdu looked a little thirsty, and the Taoist priest was not something anyone could do, just for ten minutes, the mouth thunderbolt did not stop for a second, can ordinary people do it? And it has to rhyme, the key is not repeated.

Then, Zhao Zhijing lifted the kid's neck and asked him to kowtow, nine kowtows in a row, and for each kowtow, Lao Zhao had to sing a different word, to the effect that he thanked the gods and prayed to the believers.

After that, Lao Zhao splashed ink, grabbed the kid's wrist and pressed a handprint on the thirty-six pieces of yellow table paper one by one, and then wrote the eight characters of birth and the name, gender, and place of birth on each sheet, and then took the yellow table paper and beat around the kid like dust, while still singing non-stop.

From head to feet, eyes, nose, mouth, shoulders, heart, lower abdomen, knees, ankles, patted one by one, Lao Zhao stopped, and then grabbed the kid to the incineration area dedicated to burning paper, where there was a bronze like a tomb, and most of the paper ashes that burned out of the yellow table paper flew into the bronze.

Lao Zhao grabbed the kid, let him stand aside, lit the yellow table paper by himself, and then took a pot helmet steamed bun, threw it on the ground, sprinkled some wine, and sang it in his mouth, how could it be so coincidental, just at this time, there was a gust of wind, blowing ashes flying around, the choking kid covered his face, Lao Zhao is still professional, even if he twisted his eyebrows and stared, he still burned the paper without moving, and after singing, or according to the sentence, this job is not something that anyone can do.

Returning to the incense altar with the kid, Zhao Zhijing untied the red cloth draped on him, then tore more than a dozen equal parts of length and width, waved his hand, and there were already Daotong waiting aside, picked up the needle and thread, sewed it under the armpit and shoulder of his clothes, and handed over the remaining part to Lord Qin, and some people put it on their necks, and sewed a total of nine stitches, Lao Zhao sang nine more sentences, how about the first stitch, how about the second stitch.

In the end, Lao Zhao picked up a cauldron helmet and said to Lord Qin: "My lord, you take care of Ling Lang, and within three days, eat this steamed bun, then the evil will naturally disappear." ”

Lord Qin hesitated, "In this way, the dog can recover as before?" He turned his head to look at his son, who was a little unmotivated, a little unconvinced.

Zhao Zhijing shook the dust: "My lord, please rest assured, Ling Lang was just a lazy ghost and a mad ghost before, and he behaved abnormally, but now it's okay, Poor Dao has driven away the evil ghost for him, so he naturally doesn't have to worry about it." ”

Lord Qin hesitated, and it was not good to ask again, he was stunned, and he suddenly said: "Daoist Zhao, since you are here today, this official wants to ask Daoist to calculate a hexagram for me, okay?"

Lu Qingdu, who was originally sleepy, was interested, this is deliberately finding fault, weighing Lao Zhao's ability, Zhao Zhijing smiled, he has seen a lot of this kind of half-believing person, nodded indifferently, he stretched out his hand and said: "Lord Qin, please wait in the side hall." ”

As soon as he tossed around, Zhao Zhijing was wearing a robe again, sweating profusely, Lord Qin had nothing to do, and he even maliciously thought that if Zhao Zhijing was not allowed to calculate the hexagram for a while, he would not mind making a big fuss in Chongyang Palace.

drove away the idlers, Zhao Zhijing was alone with Lord Qin, Lu Qingdu stood behind Lao Zhao curiously, seeing how he flickered, Lord Qin was a little displeased, but Zhao Zhijing smiled and said: "There are gods three feet above your head, you don't need to mind others." Lord Qin was silent at this time.

Lao Zhao grabbed Lord Qin's hand, glanced at the palm of his hand slightly, and then said with a smile: "My lord, when you were young, there were many bumps in the road to scientific research, but there were no dangers, is what the poor Dao said right?"

Lord Qin was shocked: "Daochang Zhao is really good, it's really accurate." ”

Lu Qingdu twitched the corners of his mouth, and said that what he said was accurate, and this kind of cliché and nonsense was accurate? Who can do things smoothly? Not to mention such a big matter as the imperial examination, and what is it called bumpy? Does walking and falling count? Examination questions and the review of one's own key points

Does it count as a difference? When revising, does occasional wind chill count?

The favorite of fortune tellers is this kind of half-believed, and the brain supplement ability is super strong, as long as you think of it, then any hexagram you actually think is God's right.

After some flickering, Lord Qin was finally dizzy by Lao Zhao Kan, and obediently offered a few hundred taels of silver, without any doubts, and also respectfully asked Zhao Zhijing, where is his future, and whether he can go further in his career, Lao Zhao is very secretive about this, just a sentence that the plan is in the people, and the success is in the sky.

Hehe, when the Taoist priest earns these two money, it is much faster than robbing the rich and helping the poor, chivalrous and courageous, and one has to ask for it, and the other is obediently sent, voluntarily slaughtered, and shouts thank you loudly when it is over.

After that, the level of the pilgrims was not enough, the status was too low, Zhao Zhijing no longer ended up in person, Lu Qingdu was bored, wandering around, with the name of four generations of big disciples, in the Quanzhen Sect, no one dared to stop him except for his uncle and grandfather.

When passing by the courtyard of the pure and scattered Sun Buer, he took a sneaky look, it is said that there are more than a dozen young Taoist aunts, of course, the Taoist aunts of the Song Dynasty are completely different from the semi-prostituted Taoist aunts of the Tang Dynasty, they are either willing to become monks, or they are concerned about Shinto, unlike the Tang Dynasty, it is almost the temptation of uniforms, and the stepdaughter of the Taoist aunt, such as the princess of Taiping, the fish mystery, I won't say more.

However, the courtyard is tightly guarded, although it is a Taoist aunt, but after all, there is a difference between men and women, the three religions of the Quanzhen Sect are one, and they also attach great importance to the defense of men and women.

Lu Qingdu doesn't mean anything else, it's just curious, whether it's Gu Tianle's version of the Condor or the Xiaolongbao version, Li Mochou, the Taoist aunt, is a beautiful and unparalleled beauty, although she is not Quanzhenjiao, but she loves the house and Wu, Lu Qingdu is inevitably a little moved.

There is a library in the back mountain, but there is no edict from the seven sons of Quanzhen, any disciple including Zhao Zhijing is strictly forbidden to enter, and the only books stored in it are Taoist classics, lost, damaged, but the inheritance is broken, as for the martial arts cheats, how can they be put inside, it is all passed on by word of mouth, imprinted in the mind, which is why after Yitian, a large number of martial arts successors have no successors, because of the war, many masters, even too late to leave the inheritance.

There is a talisman courtyard in front of the library pavilion, which specializes in making some talismans to drive away evil spirits, open up light and increase blessings, Lu Qingdu looked at it curiously, and then asked: "This senior brother, do we have a transfer talisman here, is it the kind of infusion of internal force, the kind that blinks thousands of miles in the blink of an eye?"

Senior Brother Datou was speechless, and glanced at Lu Qingdu: "Senior brother, everyone is their own person, and I don't get you, this is ordinary cinnabar, the carved talisman, pasted on the door to ward off evil spirits, and put it in the bag to drive away ghosts." ”

Lu Qingdu was a little lost, hey, although I knew it was impossible, but I still felt very uncomfortable when I heard it with my own ears, why didn't I travel to the world of Xianxia?

When he returned to his own yard, Yang Guo was chopping wood, but he didn't know why there were beads of sweat on his face, Lu Qingdu looked at the firewood pile on the side in wonder, three by two, three by two, doing this bit of work is tired like this, kidney deficiency?

Hmmm? No, what is the mark on the ground? Why does it seem that someone is kneeling there?