Wang Xiaoer panicked at this time, patted Qiao Jinzhi's face, and called her name, but there was no reaction at all. It's a pity, because I've been suffocating for too long, and now I can't go back. Qiao Jinzhi's face was bruised, and he didn't breathe anymore.

Wang Xiaoer also felt cold hands and feet, and he had to bear criminal responsibility for this murder. He was afraid of going to jail, and even more so of letting him pay for his life. So, he came up with a ghost idea. Wrap Qiao Jinzhi's body in oiled paper and tie it with stones. At night, while it was dark and waiting for everyone else to fall asleep, he used a cart to pull Qiao Jinzhi's body and sink her into the river, so as to achieve the effect of destroying the corpse and hiding it from the world.

The corpse was disposed of, and Wang Xiaoer was still worried that Qiao Jinzhi's family would come to find trouble for him. So, he called a few of his buddies, made up the lie, and promised to invite them to drink when the time came. This group of people arrived at Qiao Jinzhi's mother's house, and there was a scene where Zhu Bajie beat a rake.

Now, the facts have been clarified, Wang Xiaoer was arrested in prison in accordance with the law, waiting to be beheaded. Qiao Jinzhi's family inquired, cried bitterly, and pulled Qiao Jinzhi's body back to bury it. Because there was only one person in Wang Xiaoer's family, after he was arrested, the prefect awarded all his family property to the Qiao family. I hope to use this way to compensate for Qiao Jinzhi's regretful mood and comfort her in the spirit of heaven.

The matter was dealt with properly, and the little fat man's mood was also very heavy, just like eating dozens of sweet persimmons in one go, which were piled up in his stomach at once, and it was difficult to swallow. He bid farewell to the prefect and walked towards the bazaar with heavy steps.

After some fright, Li Meng didn't know where to run for a long time. The little fat man was finally okay today, it was too lonely to be alone, so he was ready to look for Ding Hao who slipped away. Ding Hao's whereabouts, the first place that the little fat man remembered was where Liuyun Dao was headed.

It was already noon, and the autumn sun was like a paper tiger. Although it looks scary, it is actually not very powerful. The glow shone on the already powerful flowers on both sides of the road. As if they knew that their fate was coming to an end, these flowers refused to work hard to release their fragrance.

Autumn is cool and suitable for travel, and now that the autumn harvest has just been completed, people at home have nothing to do. The young people who have not married have taken their lovers/people, and the married old men have taken to the streets of the bazaar with their children in their arms. As far as the eye can see, it is also a bustling scene.

The little fat man walked through the crowd, and he saw Ding Hao sitting in front of his master's hexagram stall, watching his master talk to a guest. Ding Xiaoqian was not here, and it is estimated that he will go back after breaking up with Ding Hao.

The little fat man walked up to them, Ding Hao saw the little fat man, showed a vague smile on his face, and said, "Little fat brother, why did you come back so early? I thought you wouldn't come back if you didn't play until dark today!"

Ding Hao has been here all along, and he doesn't know about the murder in Bairen Park. The little fat man didn't bother to mention it, although the murder case was solved, but the ending could not be changed, which made the little fat man feel a little regretful. Such a good woman, why didn't she meet her, and she was really blind when she followed Wang Xiaoer and others.

The little fat man glanced at Ding Hao and said wiltingly: "I'm hungry and I don't have any money with me." ”

After hearing this, Ding Hao smiled dumbly, and he also knew that the little fat man liked to eat it the most. Ding Hao said: "Hehe, I'm in for a treat today! When Master finishes greeting this guest, let's go to dinner together." ”

The little fat man pulled over a chair and sat at the table with Erlang's legs crossed. Liuyun Dao Chang and the little fat man are also very familiar, so naturally they will not be too polite to him. He nodded at the little fat man and continued to speak to the guest in front of him.

Only then did Qi Wenyuan notice that there was a middle-aged man sitting in front of Liuyun Dao Chief. This middle-aged man was wearing a plain green shirt, the kind of clothes that rural people often see. His face was the color of the bronze bell of the ancient temple the year before last, and the sharp blade of the years carved one mark after another on his face. His nasolabial folds are more profound, slowly arcing from the sides of his nose, and his eyes reach the corners of his mouth, and then expand outward from the corners of his mouth, like two oars on a boat in a mirror lake.

The three vertical lines on his forehead are like a "river", extending from his forehead to the corners of his eyes. The Sichuan character pattern is even more profound, as if there is something difficult to resolve in my heart. His eyes were small, squeezed by his eyelids and only a slit. It's like a camel that has been walking in the desert all year round, and can't lift its head when it is oppressed by heavy goods.

"Dao Chief, is there any good way to resolve the relationship between my son and his object?"

It turned out that the old man had a son, and his son fell in love with a girl in the village, and the girl was not disgusted with him. However, his son was an ox, and the girl was a snake, and they were mutually restrictive. But his son liked that girl very much, which made the old man at a loss. In desperation, I had to come to the market and find the Taoist chief of this villager.

Hearing this, Ding Hao's eyes widened. Because, what this old man said was similar to what he and his object were talking about. Master told him that as long as he devoted himself to practicing the Dao, those mutual reciprocities and restraints would not be fulfilled in him. At that time, Liuyun Dao Chang told Ding Hao that the law is not Xuan. In other words, these worldly taboos cannot have an impact on the cultivators. Because of this, Ding Hao placed himself under the door of the Liuyun Daoist and devoted himself to practicing the Dao Fa.

Now that there is suddenly a person who has encountered something similar to himself, Ding Hao is curious to see how the master can resolve it. After hearing this, the head of Liuyun Dao showed a smile on his face with the peach blossoms of the spring breeze in March, and said slowly: "Since the ancestor created these taboos, there must be a way to resolve them. In fact, this method is also very simple to say. When you go back, plant a small tree in the yard of your home. Then, bury the birthdates of your son and his object under this tree. In this way, these taboos will be transferred to this tree, and there will be no impact on them or their families. If the tree is too strong, the tree will wither or die. These are normal phenomena and there is no need to worry. ”

"It's as simple as that?"

The old man was at a loss, revealing a hint of surprise and relief. He blurted out, apparently not expecting it. The various taboos set by the ancient ancestors were resolved by a small tree.

Liuyun Daoist nodded and said, "It's not difficult, it's not difficult." This kind of taboo can actually be easily resolved, but in the mouth of the world, it is exaggerated too mysterious. ”

The old man thanked him for his kindness, and said to Daoist Liuyun in his vicissitudes and ancient voice: "Daoist, if this is the case, then thank you so much. By the way, how much money should I give you for such a big help to my family?"

Liuyun Dao Chang laughed and said, "Poor Dao is in a good mood today, so I won't take your money." You should keep the money, go to the market not far ahead, and pick a small sapling that will grow stronger. ”

The old man was grateful to Liuyun Dao Chief, and after thanking him repeatedly, he turned around and left. Looking at the old man's departure, Ding Hao said with some dissatisfaction: "Master, you are too eccentric. It's such an easy way to dissolve, and you still let me worship and cultivate under your door. ”

"Haha. The melodious laughter of the Liuyun Daoist resounded through the heavens and the earth, and he looked at Ding Hao and said, "It's not difficult to resolve it, but when I see some good seedlings of cultivating immortals like you, I can't help but feel itchy, and I want to receive it." ”

"Dao Chief, Ding Hao, are you still finished? I'm dying of hunger. The little fat man hugged his gurgling belly for a long time, and said with some complaints: "The old stomach and old intestines are hungry and fighting." If you don't eat something to make up for it, your internal organs will rebel collectively. ”

Liuyun Daoist and Ding Hao noticed the little fat man with a dissatisfied face, and Liuyun Daoist said apologetically: "I patronized and chatted, but I forgot about you." Let's go to dinner!"

The little fat man sat for a long time, waiting for this sentence. As soon as he heard about eating, he was full of strength, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood. He stood up and asked with excitement on his face, "Dao Chief, where are we going to eat at noon today?"

Liuyun Dao Chang glanced around, pointed his hand not far away, and said, "This Dongguan mutton soup is good, let's go there to eat." ”

Hearing that it was not a full banquet, the little fat man was a little unhappy. However, it was better to eat than to starve, so he still followed behind the Taoist chief and walked towards the sheep soup restaurant.

The hexagram stall of the chief of Liuyun Dao is placed on the street, even if no one else is there, no one will touch his things. Because of this, Liuyun Dao Chang was very relieved to take the little fat man and Ding Hao to drink mutton soup.

Dongguan Mutton Soup is quite famous in Lianyun City, he is the secret recipe of their ancestors, and this taste cannot be eaten in other places. A few years ago, there was an eight-part patrol passing by here, and I was also deeply attracted by the aroma of mutton soup. He immediately asked the palanquin man to stop the palanquin and drank a few bowls of mouth-watering mutton soup there. After drinking, the patrol lord was full of praise for the Dongguan sheep soup and inscribed them with his own handwriting. It is precisely because of the title of the eight patrols that Dongguan Sheep Soup is famous.

The little fat man and the three of them walked into the sheep soup restaurant and saw that there were already many people sitting inside, all of them drinking happily. What's more, it's the sweaty back of the drunk. After drinking, he reluctantly put the bottom of the bowl aside, like a starving ghost reincarnated.

The best thing to eat in Dongguan sheep soup is mutton soup with baked cakes. The price is not expensive, and you can eat for more than a dozen dollars. And it is suitable for all ages, women and children.

Liuyun Daoist took the little fat man and Ding Hao to sit at a table, and shouted loudly to the shopkeeper: "Boss, come first three bowls of mutton soup and ten baked cakes." ”