Divine Eye Female Taoist

"Boss, come..."

Before I could speak, Qingde quickly interrupted me.

"Hush! Why don't I eat noodles with you? If you like it, you can eat it yourself. I won't eat it to my death."

Seeing Qingde's appearance, I couldn't help laughing and said: "Don't pick and choose, this is a mess, it's good to have something to eat."

"I don't care." Qingde turned his head aside and shouted: "Boss, where are you?"

At this time, a middle-aged woman walked out from the inside, her eyes were red, as if she had just cried.

"Come here, what do you two guests want to eat?" The middle-aged woman asked softly.

Afraid that I would order noodles again, Qingde took the lead and said, "Let me serve braised pork."

The woman looked at Qingde in embarrassment and shook her head. "No."

"Braised fish?"

"No." The woman felt a little embarrassed, and then lowered her head after speaking.

Qingde continued to say several times, but the woman kept shaking her head and said "no".

"Hey! What do you have here?" Qingde couldn't help being a little disappointed, but he was still a little unwilling.

"There is a face."

Hearing the woman's answer, Qingde almost didn't spit out the water he just drank.

"Noodles? You..."

I covered my mouth and snickered, the woman didn't understand the situation, so she asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing?" I tried not to laugh out loud.

"It seems that you two are in the same group." Qingde looked at me and the woman suspiciously, and asked again: "Two bowls of noodles!"

The woman stood there motionless when she heard the sound, Qingde looked at her. "What? Is there anything else?"

"You haven't said what kind of noodles you want?" The woman finally said this after holding back for a long time.

Qingde said disdainfully: "Isn't it just noodles? You can just have two bowls."

"Oh!" The woman returned to the kitchen silently and started to get busy.

Not long after the woman entered, an eight or nine-year-old boy walked out, looking dumbfounded.

I took a look and saw that the child's three souls and seven souls were missing one soul.

"Qingde, look at that little boy."

Qingde cast a disdainful glance, held his chin, and muttered: "What's so good about a child, you're better looking."

"Get out." I gave him a blank look, stood up and came to the side of the little boy, and reached out to touch his head.

I also saw one of the little boy's souls floating nearby, but he still refused to return to his body.

"Strange, what's going on?"

"Ya'er! Why are you so disobedient and what are you doing running out again?" The woman came from the kitchen in a hurry and took the little boy into her arms.

The little boy smiled at the woman first, and then said to me: "I want to treat my sister to eat candy."

As he spoke, he began to fumble in his pocket. "Here, sister eat candy."

I saw what the little boy handed over. When he opened his palm, I was shocked. Where is this sugar, it is clearly half a bone.

Seeing this, the woman quickly knocked out the things in the boy's hands, and apologized to me in tears. "I'm sorry, the child is young and ignorant, so don't be as knowledgeable as him."

"It's nothing, it's okay." I replied with a smile: "Sister, what's wrong with your child?"

The woman told me with snot and tears:
A few days ago, many customers came to Ya'er. They all went to Qinglian Taoist Temple in Yunshan. The shop was busy and they didn't have time to take care of their children.

Maybe the little boy is naughty by nature, Ya'er climbed to the roof by himself, and then accidentally fell off it.

There was nothing wrong with the fall, but in the past two days, Ya'er was in a daze by herself from time to time, talking to the air.

What's even more frightening is that he doesn't know where he got so many bones and eats them as candy.

After finishing speaking, the woman touched the tears in her eyes, and continued: "I wanted to take him to Qinglian Taoist temple these few days, and asked Taoist nun Liaoran to help him take a look, but I never took the time to come."

Qingde suddenly said: "Where is your man?"

"He..." Before the woman could speak, tears fell again.

"So he's dead." Although Qingde said in a low voice, the woman still heard her.

"more or less!"

Qingde and I looked at the woman at the same time, and the woman explained: "He is a follower of Aunt Zhiran, who spends all day practicing the method of longevity in Qinglian Taoist temple, so why bother us!"

"The law of longevity?" I frowned slightly and looked at Qingde. "Is there really a way of longevity in this world?"

Before Qingde could speak, the woman said first: "Yes, I understand that Taoist nun has the body of immortality."

"How do you know?" I looked at the woman puzzled.

The woman explained: "It is rumored that the Taoist nun is nearly a hundred years old, but she still looks like a young girl. This is why my husband is obsessed with it."

"Ah!" I sighed helplessly, and saw the little boy picking up the bone that was thrown on the ground just now, and was gnawing on it vigorously!
"Sister, how about this! Let me take care of your teeth first!"

The woman showed a terrified expression after hearing this. "You can take good care of him."

I smiled and said, "Try it! Maybe it will look good."

Qingde shouted emphatically from the side: "Let her try! She is a Taoist."

The woman was ecstatic, and hurriedly said: "Then please show me!"

I closed my eyes slightly, stroked Ya'er's skull, turned my head and said to the woman: "The child is just scared, and there is a soul missing from him, as long as you call him, he will be fine."

The woman didn't say anything, Qingde said puzzledly: "He just fell, how could he be frightened?"

I gave him an annoyed look, and said to the woman: "People have three souls and seven souls. Every time they are frightened, their souls may come out of their bodies. But all the frightened souls dare not approach the main body."

"Oh." The woman nodded her head half understanding.

"Give me Ya'er's birth date, and I'll call it for you. Get some sleep, and you'll be fine tomorrow."

The woman found a pen and paper, and wrote Ya'er's horoscope on the paper.

Qingde at the side also saw the clue, and said to the woman: "I said elder sister, are you urging your son to die?"

The woman looked at us both suspiciously. "What's wrong?"

I took the paper from the woman and told her, "This person's birthday must be written on red paper, and those written on white paper are usually for the dead."

"Ah?" The woman was terrified, and hurriedly said: "Then I will burn it!"

"No."

The woman looked at me suspiciously, Qingde stood up from the stool, went straight to the woman, and picked up the white paper with Ya'er's birth date written on it.

Qingde instructed: "Keep it well, remember, don't burn it, if it is burned, your son will not live long."

At this time, the woman was like a frightened rabbit. She didn't dare to listen to what we said. She folded the paper and kicked it into her arms.