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Everyone hurriedly got out of the way, and when she approached, her face suddenly became fierce, and she raised her hand with a pink silk and pointed at Yang Li's: "You mourning star doesn't pee on yourself, dare to do it in front of this immortal girl, hum, if you say go to the Land Temple and the God of Wealth Temple, I won't say anything, just go to the Hubo Temple-"

When she said this, she sneered.

Everyone understood what she was laughing at, if it weren't for the reverence for the gods, the Hubo Temple would have been demolished and used as a thatched house, let alone incense.

If it is said that the land manifests the spirit, the God of Wealth manifests the spirit, then it is still possible, if you want to say that the Hubo manifests - the wild cats and wild dogs in that place are not interested in there, let alone the manifestations?

"You old woman is talking nonsense, if you are evil, Uncle Hu is good-looking, you are like a pimp all day long, and you still believe in the red fairy of Laoshizi, and beware of retribution if you go to the evil demon road!"

Yang Li personally experienced what happened yesterday, and now he is in awe of Hu Bo, and immediately raised his eyebrows.

When the rest of the people heard this, they couldn't help but rejoice and scold well, but unfortunately no one dared to show it.

Goddess Xie sneered and said goodbye, and then said: "That's it, that's it, this immortal Gu doesn't quarrel with you as a mortal, you have already hated the red immortal when you say it, so prepare yourself." ”

After speaking, he looked at Zhao Xiaobao and said, "But baby-what do you say?"

"I ...... I ......" The little girl shrank to Yang Li's side, obviously unwilling, her eyes looked at the rest of the people, but she found that they were all gone, people's hearts were warm and cold, a sense of loneliness and helplessness came up, and two lines of tears flowed.

". Ao Yan walked out of the crowd and said.

"Hairy boy......" Lady Xie couldn't help but be a little angry when she heard the tone of this refutation of her, but before the words were finished, Ao Yan paused when he walked past her and glanced at her.

It was at this glance that she was suddenly frightened in her heart, did not dare to look at her, and hurriedly left the courtyard.

Inheriting Fu Zhao is a god, no matter how small his status is, he is orthodox, and he has his own majesty, how can this be compared to mortals?

Xie Shenpo didn't know, and Ao Yan didn't know, but an unintentional action reflected the gap between Ao Yan and today.

Ao Yan looked at the back of Mrs. Xie, and her eyes were extremely strange.

In his own eyes, this Xie Shenpo had no two fires on her left and right shoulders, and the longevity fire on her head was also pressed by a black gas, which should have been the appearance of a dying person, but this old woman was jumping around.

Only later did he realize that this black gas symbolized a person's "karmic debt".

There is a Buddhist saying: deep karmic debts, heavy sins, this is the truth, powerful karmic debts will gradually devour people's fortunes, so Ao Yan was taken aback when he saw this: "Hell in broad daylight!"

There are three fires on the shoulders and heads of the living, which are divided into red longevity fire, yellow blessing fire, and cyan Lu fire, symbolizing three aspects of luck, the more prosperous the fire, the stronger the luck.

At that time, many people gathered in the courtyard, and each person's three fires were condensed into one by the courtyard, turning into a red auspicious cloud and floating above the courtyard.

Others can't see it, but you can see it.

This thing is quite peculiar and is called "popularity".

As the saying goes: the popular family is prosperous, and the ghost is cold.

It means that the more popular it is, the more peaceful it is, and the worse the popularity, the easier it is to get into trouble with unclean things.

At this time, everyone dispersed, and the popularity above the courtyard was extremely weak, and Ao Yan couldn't help frowning and looking around.

He originally thought that Uncle Zhao and his wife suddenly fell, it was really evil, if this reason was determined to be on Mrs. Xie, but in addition to being weaker here, there was no bad place to see it.

It doesn't seem to be a ghost caused by Mrs. Xie, nor is it an evil spirit, it's really sick.

When the little girl Zhao Xiaobao saw him, she was immediately overjoyed, the two had known each other since childhood, at this time everyone left, her father and mother fell, and there was only Aunt Mei who was a woman, she always felt more comfortable staying with Ao Yan.

Just now, Ao Yan scared Lady Xie away, which made her even happier.

Ao Yan soothed her a little, and then entered the house with Yang Li, Uncle Zhao is his benefactor, save, absolutely save, but before this, the cause must be investigated.

He's not a doctor, but he's familiar with basic health checks.

Zhao Xiaobao and Yang Li didn't understand, so they could only watch Ao Yandong touch and look west, but they didn't dare to feel at ease, and now this situation can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

After a while, seeing Ao Yan's brows stretched, and there seemed to be progress, he hurriedly asked how it was.

"Don't worry, it's not an evil spirit, it's a mosquito bite that infected malaria when entering ......the mountain," Ao Yan said.

"What?!malaria!" Yang Li interrupted, as if he had seen a ghost and looked terrified.

Headache, fever, alternating heat and cold, splenomegaly, body aches, fatigue, anemia, all kinds of symptoms applied to a person at the same time are torture, and this is the symptoms of malaria.

In ancient times, it was almost equivalent to a terminal illness.

Thinking about the reason, Ao Yan is trying to comfort him, this disease can be cured with turmeric wine, and it will be fine if it lasts for a while, and it will not be in the way.

However, he thought about it and said: "There is a unique Artemisia annua grass near the Hubo Temple in the east of the village, which is different from ordinary Artemisia annua, that thing has a bit of a taste, please take Xiaobao to pick more, and I will take care of the uncle and aunt." ”

Yang Li and Xiaobao nodded and went out without thinking.

After rushing to the Hubo Temple, he saw a lot of Artemisia annua growing around, and Xiaobao was stopped by Yang Li when he was about to pull it out.

"Xiaobao, this thing is only around the Hubo Temple, let's go to the pillar incense before picking it, Aunt Mei tells you that the Hubo in this temple is very effective, let's do it like this, don't annoy him." ”

"Uh-huh. Zhao Xiaobao nodded hurriedly.

The two entered the temple and put on incense, Ao Yan, who was far away in the north of the village, was making a clean face cloth, and suddenly Fu Zhao moved in his mind, and the power of four incense as thin as hair appeared, so he nodded.

That's what he's trying to do.

With "Artemisia annua", Uncle Zhao and his wife's condition quickly stopped, Ao Yan was tired of a day with Xiaobao, Yang Li said goodbye and prepared to rest, walking on the road, but his heart kept thinking about today's situation.

Mrs. Xie disdained Uncle Hu, and the villagers talked about Uncle Hu with cold expressions.

But Ao Yan knew that no matter whether there was a god in this world or not, the villagers would be in awe when they talked about it, and with such a performance, he clearly realized that his god position had fallen to the lowest point.

Soon, he figured out the reason: "In the final analysis, the god Hubo has a small role, and people don't rely on fishing to eat, so they naturally don't need to pay tribute." But in the final analysis, the main reason is that the gods do not manifest their spirits. ”

Yes, if the gods do not manifest their spirits, it proves that they do not exist, and they do not exist, so they naturally have no value for worship.

"In this case, then my dream technique just came in handy, but there are exactly four incense sticks, and the dream technique needs to consume three, which is a little painful. Although Xiangliu Village is small, there are about 200 people of all ages, if I have 700 incense sticks, all of which are based on dreams, who else can shake this status?"

Don't say 700 ways, even if you give him 100 ways...... No, he can be satisfied with fifty ways.

Every time he gets less than ten incense, he can't stay overnight, with a little less, how can he not be thirsty for the feeling of eating the last meal but not the next meal?

"This dream technique must be used, since you can't cut the mess quickly, then you can only use good steel on the blade. ”

Ao Yan thought about it and turned his head to look in the direction of the ancestral hall in the east of the village, where was the residence of Xie Shenpo.

Thank you for this person, he has heard of it, it is full of bad deeds, and there are a lot of strange things mixed in it.

This old woman doesn't believe in the God of Land and Wealth, only believes in the Red Immortal, and she is the kind of open-mouthed, so she disgusted the villagers and wanted to drive them away, but in the end, those who drove them either didn't dare to speak, or they couldn't speak anymore.

Why can't you speak, because you're dead?

"Hmph! It seems that he is a great evil person, and he should have some means, but how can a laywoman be compared to a god? I am a god, and I am a god, and I cannot strengthen my divine power and deter the common people. ”

At this moment, Ao Yan's body was full of bearing, as if he had changed in the blink of an eye.

The fourteen-year-old boy began to transform, and he said in a deep voice: "Then start with you, I scolded Ben Hubo, just to kill chickens and make an example of monkeys, it is really providence." ”

If even this kind of wicked person can be suppressed, then he can also pocket this village.

Night.

Xie Shenpo ate vegetarian food, sat in front of the ancestral hall full of spirit cards, and said something to a shrine on the side of the hall.

The shrine is made of rosewood and is finely carved, and instead of a tablet of the gods, a black wine jug is placed on the surface of the pot with red cinnabar to depict earthworm-like symbols, and there are no melons and fruits around, not even an incense burner.

After chanting, the goddess walked to the back room of the ancestral hall with the oil lamp.

She has a strange temper, she speaks indiscriminately, and few people want to bother her, and if she doesn't have something to ask for, who wants to come to her gloomy abode?

On the couch, the oil lamp was placed on the coffee table, a glass of water was poured, a book was taken out from under the pillow, and under the oil lamp, word by word, carefully considered. The book has no cover, six pages in tatters, and the words are obscure.

Reading and reading, she fell asleep with her eyelids closed, and when she was in a daze, she felt a light body, and the sound of whirring wind surged in her ears, falling rapidly, but she felt a pause, and hurriedly opened her eyes.

At this glance, she looked shocked.

It turns out that this is no longer the original hut, but a large hall with white gauze tents hanging everywhere, and the words "mirror hanging" are hung on the upper beams, and there are bronze lampposts on both sides, and the blue fire is burning faintly on it.

"It's ...... Yamen, why did I get here?" muttered Mrs. Xie, feeling that something was wrong, and her heart became afraid.

It's not like she hasn't seen the yamen, but it's not like this, it's like a legend......

Just as she thought of this, a solemn sound accompanied by the sound of aggressive wooden sticks poking the ground came out, which made her tremble in fright.

"Might-Might-"

The blue flames on the lamppost swelled suddenly, illuminating most of the dark hall in an instant, and at the same time the two rows of soapy clothes on the left and right were clearly reflected.

Syllable!

There was a startling slap in the hall, and then a deep voice said: "The Heavenly Son of the Netherworld in this hall, Yama Luo, is also, the bold ghost Xie Xiaolan, why don't you kneel when you see this hall?"

Xie Shenpo's real name is Xie Xiaolan.

A startled slap made her heart skip a beat, her feet were weak and she knelt down, and when she looked up at the hall, the white gauze tent had fallen.

"Xie Xiaolan, you should have seven years to live, this hall will detain you with your soul, all because you humiliated Xiang Liuhu Uncle today, he came to me to complain, and this hall asked you, is this matter conclusive?"

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