Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 221 This is an expert
The night is shrouded, and the stars are as few as fireflies.

Looking from a distance, Zhaojiagou is as silent as a tomb, lying quietly in the cemetery called Night.Several looming flames burst out from the chimney, like ghostly will-o'-the-wisps.

When the master of the Jianzhang Pavilion arrived with his disciples, he suddenly remembered that he didn't know where Zhao Wensong lived.

By chance, I saw a peasant woman standing in front of the haystack in the dark and tearing grass. It seemed that she was about to start a fire to make food, and she immediately stopped casting spells to find her.

"Cough-cough-"

From a long distance away, the owner of the Sword and Stick Pavilion coughed a few times, for fear of scaring the villagers.

When he got closer, he clasped his hands and said, "Poverty Taoist Rongyang is a Taoist of Mingqing Palace. Dare I ask layman, where is Zhao Wensong's home?"

The woman, who was greedy for farm work and missed the time, had heard coughing a long time ago, and her eyes had been looking at the place intentionally or unintentionally. Seeing the two Taoists, she was relieved, and pointed to a thatched hut with a fence not far away:

"Well, that's the one."

"Thank you for the pointer!"

The master of the Jianzhang Pavilion bowed his head in salute, and was about to leave when his heart moved, and he asked again: "I heard that Zhao Wensong often insulted his sick mother, I don't know if it's true or not?"

The woman said: "Oh, to tell you the truth, there is indeed such a thing. However, it is also understandable, whoever is replaced may not be able to do as well as Zhao Wensong."

The Master of the Sword and Stick Pavilion and Qing Yuan looked at each other in dismay after hearing the words.

Qing Yuan couldn't help but asked, "What's going on?"

The woman said with emotion: "Master Dao doesn't know something. The old sister-in-law suddenly suffered from dementia for some reason a few years ago. It was fine at first, and occasionally she was awake for a few hours, and she could still do some work. Later, it became more and more serious." , not only do not know people, but also curse people!"

"It's fine to swear, sometimes you say scary things, such as parents coming, ouch, it makes people go crazy when they hear it, it's really scary! E Niang is timid, she can't hear these things, she can't If you don’t move to the city with your children, only Wen Song will be left at home to take care of them.”

"Who knows that misfortunes never come singly. Two years ago, my old sister-in-law went to the latrine in the middle of the night and somehow fell..."

"Since then, I have been completely paralyzed. I am crazy all day long, full of bad words, and I don't know how to call people when I shit and pee. It is all over the house... Often it is changed in the front, and it comes back again. Not even diapers..."

"Tell me, who can bear this matter?"

The old woman sighed and seemed very sympathetic to Zhao Wensong.

Hearing this, Qing Yuan frowned, and was about to refute, but Master suddenly said:

"There is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time. According to the layman, the old sister-in-law has been paralyzed for two years. It seems that Zhao Wensong is indeed quite filial."

The old lady nodded when she heard the words: "That's right, I look pitiful, I often help out, and I have never found bed sores (bedsores) on my old sister-in-law. Tell me, can you do it without filial piety?"

The master of the sword and stick pavilion nodded in agreement.

Taoist Qingyuan, who was about to refute, immediately fell silent when he heard the words.

The master of the sword and stick pavilion chatted with the old woman for a few more words, and then left.

After leaving for a few steps, Qing Yuan couldn't help but said: "Master, didn't this disciple do something stupid?"

The master of the Jianzhang Pavilion said: "Zhao Wensong was at fault for humiliating his mother before, but he can't blame the rumors. In the future, we must remember that people's words are to be feared."

Qing Yuan nodded, knowing that this was the master comforting himself.

While the two were talking, they had already arrived at the door of Zhao Wensong's house. Not long after they knocked on the door with their fingers, a skinny man opened the door and was obviously taken aback when he saw a Taoist outside the door.

"Poverty Taoist Rongyang is a Taoist from Mingqing Palace. He heard that the layman's mother is seriously ill. I counted her fingers. It's quite a fate, so I came to meet a few times."

The master of the sword and stick pavilion bowed his hand.

He didn't say heal the sick and save the sick, it's not that he's not good at it, it's just for the sake of caution.

In fact, regardless of the Mingqing Palace, abandoning the body, repairing corpses, it seems that they are not good at healing, but they are not.

Because whether it is a sword stick replacing a corpse, a fake object replacing a form, or a sword destroying the body, the requirements for the physical body are actually not low.

In order to ensure the success of the autopsy, Mingqing Palace naturally worked hard on the way of curing the disease.

"It turns out to be the fairy head of Mingqing Palace, please come in quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wensong hurriedly turned to invite.

At this moment, a call came from the main room behind him: "Wen Song, who is here?"

Before the voice fell, I saw an old woman walking out of the main room with a red face. The night was dark, but she had piercing eyes, and she recognized the master of the Sword and Stick Pavilion at a glance, and exclaimed: "Immortal Master Rongyang?!"

The master of the sword and stick pavilion and his disciple Qing Yuan looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"I heard that the layman has been ill for two years. This, this is... what's going on?" asked the Sword and Stick Pavilion Master.

"Let's not hide from the Immortal Elder, this is... God's revelation." Zhao Wensong looked excited.

Afterwards, he chattered excitedly.

Talk about how he found Yanshou to accompany his guests, how he went to the village temple to offer sacrifices, how the gods appeared, how he returned home, and when he took a nap, how did my mother recover...

The excitement of the tone and the upside-down of the words are not enough for outsiders.

At the end, Zhao Wensong said with emotion: "The gods are merciful! At the village temple, I looked at the tone of the gods and thought that the gods blamed me. Unexpectedly, the gods just persuaded me to be good! Thinking about the two years I have often spoken bad words to each other, my heart It's guilt. Speaking of which, if I could have found Yanshou to accompany my guests earlier, maybe my old lady would have recovered. Anyway, my old lady was able to recover from her illness thanks to the blessings of the gods. I will go to the village temple tomorrow I wish."

Following Zhao Wensong's narration, Taoist Qingyuan was stunned for a long time, and when he heard Zhao Wensong's praise of the gods, his face suddenly became hot.

After hearing this, the Master of the Sword and Stick Pavilion smiled and said: "It is reasonable to fulfill the wish! However, according to the view of the poor, the layman may have moved the gods because of his filial piety in the past few years, and this was the blessing of the gods."

Zhao Wensong smiled embarrassedly when he heard the words: "Where is that."

The master of the sword and stick pavilion took out a few talisman papers and handed them over: "Since the layman is safe, the poor can rest assured. A few talismans can be carried with you to avoid evil spirits. Layman, please accept it."

Zhao Wensong took it, and bowed again and again: "Thank you, Immortal Elder, for giving me the talisman!"

After the two sides greeted each other for a while, the Sword and Staff Pavilion Master, who had not yet stepped into the threshold, left immediately.

The master and apprentice had just left the village, Qing Yuan couldn't help asking: "Master, what's going on?"

The master of the sword and stick pavilion said: "What do you think?"

Qing Yuan's face was somewhat complicated: "According to my disciples, it should be a certain fellow Taoist who passed by and did it smoothly."

The master of the Jianzhang Pavilion looked up at the starry sky and said: "It should be like this. He doesn't seek fame, he doesn't seek profit, he sees fire clearly, and he is merciful. This is a master."

Qing Yuan was silent when he heard the words.

Some words, the master did not say, but he has already felt.

Compared with this unknown master, his behavior is immature and ridiculous.

If it wasn't for an expert passing by, Zhao Wensong's reputation would have been completely pushed into the abyss by him.

From now on...

Qing Yuan did not dare to imagine the consequences.

"Do you want to meet this expert?" the Sword and Staff Pavilion Master suddenly asked.

"Can the master find it?"

Qing Yuan looked surprised, and hurriedly said: "Such a virtuous and talented person, my disciple naturally admires him extremely!"

The master of Jianzhang Pavilion smiled and said: "I have heard about Chaoge receptions for a long time, but I rarely go there. This time, I want to see them carefully."

Qing Yuan was taken aback for a moment: "Chaoge Cocktail Party? Master means... is that expert a demon?"

(End of this chapter)