I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Zhang Zheng looked into the lake, and in the lotus pool, the maid was dragging a pink figure to the shore, her hair was in a mess, her fair face was shaved three or four bloodstains, and it was overflowing on the water.

As soon as Fifth Miss was pulled ashore, the maid who was talking to her rushed forward with a mournful face, wailing mournfully: "Miss...Miss, wake up!"

Zhang Zheng took a clean handkerchief from his arms and handed it to the drenched maid, "Wipe it, the water is not clean, and the wound is prone to inflammation."

The servant girl took it flattered, and thanked weakly, but before she had time to wipe it off, she followed Miss Fifth and knelt together in a circle.

Suddenly there was hurried and frantic footsteps in the distance. It was a luxuriously dressed woman, wearing gold and silver, followed by a group of servants, who were menacing.

Zhang Zheng backed away calmly, leaving from a secluded path, away from the right and wrong place.

This small episode did not attract the attention of Zhang Zheng and Guiwa. Until four days later, a nun led two burly boys to come aggressively. Seeing Guizi playing with the snow in the yard, she cursed in surprise. After a few sentences, he asked the boy to pick up someone and leave in a hurry.

"This is really a monster, no one can live for so long!"

After the few people left, Zhang Zheng came out from behind the tree with a solemn expression, falling far behind and followed the few people.

While quietly following behind a few people, Zhang Zheng thought of the ghost doll, and couldn't help asking in doubt: "Do you know what they are doing?"

The ghost doll has long been agitated by this boring prison-like life, and said angrily: "I'm not a god, how do I know!"

After all, it has been locked up for so long, Zhang Zheng expressed understanding for its indifferent attitude, but understanding is understanding, it doesn't mean that she will suffer this anger for nothing.

"Can you be sensible? Now is not the time to argue with you."

Zhang Zheng stopped, hid behind a thick tree trunk, and looked at the crowd gathered by the lotus pond not far away, headed by the master, accompanied by the noble lady who had a quick glance at the lotus pond last time.

The most eye-catching one is the yellow-robed Taoist priest who is facing the Qushui in the lotus pond, holding a whisk in his hand, resting on his elbows, with white eyebrows and white hair, he looks like a fairy.

With just one glance, Zhang Zheng slammed into the eyes of the Taoist who suddenly looked back. His gaze was like a mirror, and Zhang Zheng had nowhere to hide.

But only for a moment, the Taoist priest withdrew his imposing gaze, as if it was just Zhang Zheng's illusion, but the cold sweat on Cen Cen's forehead clearly reminded Zhang Zheng that it was definitely not an illusion.

The ghost baby didn't notice the abnormality of the Taoist priest, but she could sense Zhang Zheng's momentary nervousness, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Adhering to the caring spirit of the blood contract, the ghost doll asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, just that Taoist over there just looked here."

Zhang Zheng calmed down, but the ominous premonition grew stronger. Reminiscent of the ghost baby's words that it was an earth-bound spirit, he hurriedly asked, "Where were you when you were conscious? Answer the truth, and don't be fooled by fabricated lies."

The ghost baby hummed dissatisfiedly, but also noticed that her expression was serious at this time, and she couldn't tolerate it being perfunctory.

"When I was conscious, I was by the lotus pond, but the lotus flowers were all dead, and there was only a stagnant water. After that, my previous memories slowly recovered. I didn't lie to you before, I really only remember two. Some vague fragments after the age of two, I really have no memory before the age of two. It seems that when I died in the memory, I was also in the lotus pond, but I just forgot how I died."

Zhang Zheng frowned, and asked, "But this lotus pond?"

"Ah."

Zhang Zheng took a deep look at Guizi, who was being held by the nanny, and unconsciously clenched his hands into fists. His nails pierced into the flesh. He felt no pain, and no blood flowed out, only white dead flesh.

The nanny was kneeling in front of the master and the woman with Guizi in her arms, and she couldn't wait to complain: "My servant has seen the master! Second lady! This guy is really a monster. The mute has been dead for more than half a year, and no one has given food to take care of him today. Hey, when the servants went, he was still playing in the snow in the yard."

The second lady she was talking about was the beautiful woman who was snuggling beside the master. Hearing this, her delicate willow eyebrows stood on end, and she stared at Guizi with a sharp gaze like a bone-wrapping knife.

But the master didn't even look at Guizi, he just bowed his hands to the Taoist in yellow and respectfully said: "Master, the evildoer has been captured, and I ask the priest to work hard to drive away the demon for my family."

The Taoist in yellow robe nodded slightly, but didn't answer much.

I saw him facing the lotus pond, waved his wide sleeves, and a crock jar appeared out of thin air beside the pond, laying firmly on the ground, with the mouth of the jar facing the Taoist.

The Taoist turned sideways and ordered: "Put him on the ground, facing the mouth of the jar. Is there any food? Put some in the jar."

The master waved his hand to signal the nanny to put the osmanthus seeds down on the mouth of the jar, and said distressedly, "Eat? I'm afraid the kitchen is not prepared right now."

The Taoist priest looked around for a week, his eyes fixed on the maid who happened to pass by in the distance, "Bring her the soup and medicine in her hand."

Madam recognized the servant girl as the person serving her, and said anxiously: "Master Daoist, but...but it's my little girl's medicine."

"It's okay, he can't recognize it."

Madam's complexion is not very good-looking, she doesn't care whether the evildoer recognizes or not, she is worried about the illness of her obedient daughter, it will take some time to boil another bowl.

The master snorted coldly, stopped her stupid love, and told the servants beside him: "Go, bring the soup and medicine."

The decoction was handed to the Taoist priest, and the Taoist wiped the dark medicine evenly, and poured all the decoction into the crock with a "splash", and a lot of black concoction dripped from the mouth of the jar, soaking into the crevices of the stones.

Immediately, the Taoist turned his gaze and landed on the old man, "You stand behind the earthen jar and tell him to climb into the earthen jar. Don't touch him."

Let him call?The old man was hesitant, but he raised his eyes and met the Taoist priest's indifferent gaze, as if he was about to shake his hands and leave if he didn't follow suit. His heart was beating like a drum, so he had no choice but to move behind the earthen jar.

After not seeing any movement for a long time, he hesitated to speak anxiously, "Daoist, what should I call?"

The yellow-robed Taoist said coldly, "Call him by name."

"He has no name."

"Then call him back to life."

The master stood stiffly behind the earthen jar, and repeated coldly with his mouth open.

"Afterlife, come here, there is food in the jar."

"Afterlife, come here, there is food in the jar."

……

The surrounding area was dead silent, the young child lying on the ground was lying on the hot stone in the scorching sun, wearing a thin shirt, his pale, ghostly face was still not warm under the scorching sun, he suddenly raised his head, and bumped into the master without any warmth. Yan's eyes.

He tilted his head, copper bell eyes, needle-point pupils, no matter how strange he looked, the master's voice was stuck in his throat, and he continued to call repeatedly after a while.

The toddler moved, his round eyes stuck to the soup in the crock pot, the bitterness in the air dragged him to crawl towards the crock pot little by little, his pale lips opened and closed, making a meaningless "ah ah" sound .

Seeing that the child he grew up with was about to be sent to death, Zhang Zheng couldn't bear it, and became inexplicably annoyed, cursing in a low voice: "A bowl of bitter medicine can fool him, I've treated him badly, really a fool."

As soon as the words came out, Zhang Zheng suddenly realized something, and said via voice transmission: "You didn't think that was the only reason you lost your temper at the time, did you?"

With the character of ghost dolls who fight unreasonably and don't let go of reasons, if it doesn't answer, it means that she is right, and it has no power to refute.

At this moment, Guizi had already climbed into the earthen jar with his whole body. The Taoist's gaze was like a torch, and he was chanting words, and he was pinching the talisman quickly in his hand, as fast as a shadow.

"Boom-"

The earthen jar stood up suddenly, the lid of the jar was closed tightly with a bang, the body of the jar shook violently, and the sound of gurgling breath swayed from the jar, as if boiling water was steaming inside.