Chapter 4 Master

On the way down the mountain, two figures, one big and one small, were walking down the mountain, but what was funny was that the two people were wearing clean Taoist robes, but neither of them wore shoes and stepped barefoot on the muddy path.

The two of them still have a Taoist crown on their heads, covering up the wounds on their heads. If they don't look at their feet, the old man really has some fairy bones.

"Master, what are we going to do?"

Ye Tian knew that there were two pairs of brand-new cloth shoes in the bag on the back of the old Taoist, and he also knew the master's intention not to let him wear shoes, but he was still puzzled about the behavior of the old Taoist priest. Dressed so well, he would not go down the mountain to cheat, would he?

"Yesterday, when I went down the mountain, I saw a white flag hanging in front of a family. There must have been a dead person in the family. I'll take you to do magic..."

The old man spoke, but the soles of his feet accelerated a little. It was a little closer to the main peak of Maoshan Mountain. If he had hired the Taoist priest above, he would have run away in vain.

"Do...what do?" Ye Tian was thundered by the old man's words. This seems to be the work of a monk, right? If the Taoist priest goes to do this, is it a little bit of a dog's nosey with mice?

seemed to see Ye Tian's thoughts. Lao Dao snorted and said, "What's wrong? I teach you to recite the "Lingbao Unquantifiable People's Top Quality Wonderful Sutra", which is abbreviated as the "Deputed People's Sutra", which can save people's three paths, five hardships and eight difficulties, and surpass the three worlds..."

What Lao Dao said is reasonable. Monk and Taoist priests can do things, especially in this Maoshan area. The popularity of Taoism is far greater than that of Buddhism. There are white things at home, and most of them are Taoist priests.

It's just that we have just experienced the era of **, and the reform and opening up has not been around, and ordinary people don't have any spare money in their families, so they don't have so much attention. Ye Tian is very young, so he naturally doesn't know this.

"Master, where does that person live?" Ye Tian asked, the child wants face. He doesn't want to be seen by his classmates in this dress, so he won't be laughed to death?

The old Taoist priest didn't know Ye Tian's little thought and said, "In Maolu Town, go faster, or you won't be able to make it at noon..."

"Hey!"

After knowing where to go, Ye Tian happily agreed and accelerated his pace a little. His school was not in Maolu Town, and he didn't know anyone. Naturally, he was not afraid of losing face.

After coming to the foot of the mountain, Lao Dao and Ye Tian found a stream to wash their feet, changed their shoes, and walked to Maolu Town. Although it was only more than 20 miles away, the two did not arrive at the town until noon.

"Hey, it's a market today..." After coming to the town, Ye Tian immediately shouted excitedly.

In their place, every fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there is a market in the town. People from ten miles and eight townships will come here to set up stalls to sell things. It is the most lively. The relatively spacious town is already full of people at this moment.

Located in Maoshan, Ye Tian and Lao Dao's dress is not abrupt, because there are many Taoist priests in the surrounding crowd.

"Master, look, there are monkeys..."

"Oh, Master, look, popcorn..."

Crowding into the crowd, Ye Tian was already overwhelmed. At this time, in Ye Tian's heart, perhaps this is the most lively place in the world.

"Well, Master, isn't that our colleague? The iron mouth is straight, master, who is more powerful than the old man? Ye Tian's eyes were sharp, and when he saw a fortune-telling stall, he immediately stopped the old way.

"Go, is there a comparison? Your master's progress is all high-door mansions. If you mix like this, how can you be worthy of the face of your grandfather?

Lao Dao's face turned green when asked by Ye Tian's words. How can he go to the roadside to set up a stall? Although this divination is the most common in the world, it is also divided into three or six or nine.

This kind of roadside stalls look at the words, and collect 80 cents a piece of gossip, which is the lowest in the industry, and most of them have no real talent and learning, so the old way disdains to do it.

"Bad boy, I'm exhausted..."

It took a lot of effort to pull Ye Tian out of the crowd. Lao Dao was also tired and panting. He pointed to the front angrily and said, "Go quickly, or you won't have lunch..."

From the east of the town to the west, there were a lot fewer people rushing to the market. Following the old finger, Ye Tian saw a family with a two-story building.

In this era of transition from a planned economy to a market economy and still using food stamps, it is a great thing to be able to build such a small building, at least it is a household of 10,000 yuan.

At ordinary times, such a family is absolutely enviable, but at this moment, the people passing by look at this family with pity, and some unkind people's faces are also a little gloating.

......

In the single courtyard of these two-story buildings, there is a mourning hall, a woman in her twenties, holding a little boy who is eight or nine months old and has fallen asleep, with a sad face.

"His uncle, how about sending Xiaojun to the county hospital? He will cry when he wakes up, and there is no way..."

Looking at the little white-faced child in her arms, the woman is heartbroken. The husband has gone. If the child has another life, how will she live in the future?

This is the fifth day. A few days ago, many people came to mourn, but I didn't have time to think about it. Now that my husband has been at the funeral, everyone who should come has come, and the yard has also calmed down. The child's crying is more and more heartbreaking.

A man in his thirties was smoking a cigarette. After hearing the woman's words, he fiercely extinguished the cigarette butt on the ground. He stood up and said, "Ok, let your sister-in-law take care of it. Let's eat something later. Let's go to the county hospital..."

Boss Miao is a little depressed. Since he started transportation the year before last, the days have been getting better and better day. Not only has he become a well-known 10,000-yuan household, but more importantly, his second brother-in-law gave birth to a big fat boy last year.

For the Miao family, this is a great thing. You know, the two Miao brothers, Miao Lao Dalian, gave birth to four children, both of whom were daughters. As soon as the second son was born, he was immediately cherished by the whole family.

But who would have expected that there would be a shortage of clouds and sunshine, and people would have misfortunes and blessings. Just as this little life was getting better and better, the second brother got out of the car, but he suffered a car accident, and even the body capital could not be preserved.

What's more, since the second child had a car accident, the little nephew also began to get sick. He cried all day long and refused to eat. He went to the hospital in the town but couldn't see any clue.

A series of changes in the family have made Boss Miao, a seven-foot man, with a few more white hair on his head. People in their thirties actually look a little rickly.

"Alas, Xiaojun woke up again, his uncle, what should I do?"

Perhaps the words of the two woke up the child in the woman's arms. The little guy grinned and cried, and the distressed woman burst into tears.

"No, let's go now and go to the hospital!"

Boss Miao threw the cigarette he had just lit on the ground, stretched out his hand and hugged the child over. As soon as he walked to the door of the yard, he found two people standing in front of the door.

"This real person, may I ask... what can I do for you?"

As the first batch of rich people in the reform and opening up, although Boss Miao was anxious, he did not lose his etiquette. At the moment, he appeased his crying nephew and looked at the old Taoist priest. As for Ye Tian beside Lao Dao, he was automatically filtered out by Boss Miao.

"Incommanent, this scholar is polite..."

Lao Dao took a look at Boss Miao, took out his right hand, bent his index finger (including the meaning of one gas and three clears), lifted it to his chest, and said, "My disciples and I passed by here and found that your house was extremely heavy. It is located in the holy place of Taoism. I don't know why this scholar didn

The old Taoist priest's words made Ye Tian secretly roll his eyes, "Find someone to solve it? Then why do you run as fast as Daddy Rabbit? Aren't you afraid of being robbed first?

However, when he heard Lao Dao mention Yinsha, Ye Tian raised his head curiously, as if he looked in the yard. He also learned the knowledge of local Qi and public opinion from Lao Dao, but he had never seen any dragon Qi Yinsha.

"Huh? What's going on?

Just as Ye Tian was looking at the yard with the knowledge taught by Lao Dao, the tortoise shell that appeared in his mind in the morning suddenly appeared again, and Ye Tian was so shocked that he almost shouted out.

It's just different from the morning. After the tortoise shell turned around in Ye Tian's brain, the lines on his back were shining brightly and suddenly turned into airflow, overflowing to Ye Tian's eyes.

"This...is this what the master called Yinsha?"

When the airflow filled Ye Tian's eyes, the scene in front of him seemed to be a little different from just now. On the right side of the mourning hall, there was some faint gray fog.

Although the sun is shining at this moment, this position is blocked by the canvas of the mourning hall. The faint fog is still condensed and not scattered, and it seems to be a little clear with the sunlight next to it.

"Is this the ancients' interpretation of yin and yang?"

Looking at the strange scene in front of him, this idea came to Ye Tian's mind. As a young pioneer under the red flag, he made no decision to believe in any ghosts and gods.

And this fog is just a little gloomy, and it is not a ghost in Liaozhai Zhiyi. It is a little similar to the explanation of the ancient word "yin", that is, the "rotating fog of reunion", for the cold, for the dark, for the gathering.

"Kid, what's wrong?"

Just as Ye Tian was searching for 100,000 reasons in his mind to explain the scene in front of him, he suddenly felt that his arm was pulled. After coming to his senses, he found that he was already standing in the yard.

"It's okay, Master, I'm observing what you said..." When the old Taoist priest broke in, the scene in Ye Tian's eyes returned to its original state, but the faint fog could no longer be seen.

"Did the little real person also see it? Is there really something wrong with my house?

After hearing Ye Tian's words, Boss Miao looked at the little Taoist priest suspiciously, saying that Lao Dao did smell like a superior man, but what does the little child know?

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