Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 68 The Taoist priest appears and stops crying at night

When we arrived in front of the archway gate in the west of Xianqiao Village, the sun was setting and the sunset was gorgeous.

Xu Yuanchang glanced at the two-foot-tall red willow tree on the side of the road. It had lush branches and leaves and was growing so fast. He then carefully looked at the old and mottled stone archway stained with sunlight, and sent a message to ask about the invisible little tree charm on his shoulder.

"Can you still sense the weirdness of the archway?"

"I can't notice it anymore. It should be last time when Yan Jiaoyu and the others came here and plugged the loophole."

Liu Xianfeng replied, she was still disgusted that the red willow tree was smelled by the weasel spirit, and she refused to leave the young master's shoulder. She used a delicate wooden comb to comb her long hair.

On the way here, Xu Yuanchang asked many questions from the two hunters.

For example, after Huang Pizi was eliminated, six important figures came to the village. Later, officials and police officers from the county came to the village to investigate the case for two days.

Xu Yuanchang did not stop in front of the archway and followed the two hunters into the village.

Along the way, we saw children shouting, birds returning to their nests, and smoke from cooking stoves drifting into mist on the mountain ridges. It was a completely different scene of life compared to the last time.

The men who came out to say hello in the yard beside the road had smiles full of respect. Most of them knew the magical Taoist Master Xu.

Xu Yuanchang, carrying his iconic bamboo box, nodded and smiled in response.

This great meritorious deed of saving countless lives in Xianqiao Village gave him a different feeling at this moment. It was numb and numb, like cool raindrops, and he was thoughtful.

After receiving the news, the Zeng clan chief and several clan elders, surrounded by a group of juniors, came to greet him.

After being polite for a while, Xu Yuanchang was more than polite and walked side by side with the Zeng clan leader.

Liu Xianfeng had already left. She didn't like these mortal customs.

Xu Yuanchang saw yellow talismans posted on the corners of many trees on the roadside. On them were the spells "Emperor of Heaven, Emperor of Earth, there is a night cryer in my family. Gentlemen passing by should recite it three times and sleep until dawn." The incantation was fresh. He sighed slightly in his heart.

After entering the patriarch's residence, he washed his hands and wiped his face, drank tea and chatted for a while.

Xu Yuanchang proposed to walk around the house without too many people, and just let the eldest young master and fourth young master of the patriarch's family accompany them.

The chief of the Zeng family agreed wholeheartedly and said many kind and grateful words.

First, he looked in the front yard, and then went to the incense hall. Xu Yuanchang saw the ancestral tablet enshrined, with the words "Original Ancestor Wanglou Gong" written in the middle. Then he glanced at the incense burner full of residual incense, and he had some guesses in his heart. Perhaps Zeng Wanglou of Jiuhuan Palace survived with the help of incense offerings from his descendants?

Turning his head and looking over his shoulder, Liu Xianfeng appeared at the side and said via voice:

"Sir, I have just traveled through most of the village. Every household here enshrines the memorial tablet of 'Original Wanglou Gong'. The ancestral hall also has a statue of Zeng Wanglou and an altar. It is a large village with a long history. There are branches and leaves in other places. Zhuangzi, it is strange that Yun did not develop the prototype of the incense family god."

Xu Yuanchang walked out of the incense hall and warned through a message: "If you find anything strange, don't rush to investigate. Let me know first. The 'Ning Shen Talisman' and 'Amulet' I drew for you. If something strange appears, hurry up and join me." , don’t waste time.”

He learned many common talismans between legal talismans and mortal talismans.

Drawn with magic power, it has some magical ability to weakly communicate with heaven and earth. He is worried that the unknown "mountain god" deep in the mountains to the north will cause mischief and affect Liu Xianfeng, who is a tree charm.

To be able to do something tragic like praying to God with the help of the Huangpizi spirit and almost launching a group of beasts to besiege the mountain village, that thing was evil and he had to be on guard.

Like him practicing meditation and keeping quiet, Tao Qi has just begun to mature, but it is too far away, and that thing cannot affect him.

"I understand, sir, be careful too."

Liu Xianfeng disappeared into the air, and she was still busy going to the ancestral hall to carefully search for ancient books.

Xu Yuanchang inspected all the way to Sanjin's back house. He didn't go to the young lady's room to check. There was no need for it. It was not an invasion of external evil, but intangible karma.

A wet nurse walked out of the room with a swaddled baby in her arms and saluted under the eaves of the corridor.

The young fourth master, who was about twenty years old, said hurriedly: "This is the child who is noisy and crying every night. Please ask the Taoist priest to take a look at it."

The eldest young man, who was about thirty years old, glanced at his ignorant brother, feeling a little helpless, but he couldn't say much.

Xu Yuanchang walked closer, took a look at the pre-month-old baby, who was sleeping peacefully, and whispered: "I'll look at it again when it cries at night. It's windy outside, so take it back to the room."

The fourth young master looked slightly disappointed and waved to the wet nurse. The group returned to the front hall and had a sumptuous dinner under the respect of a group of highly respected guests. Xu Yuanchang asked for a quiet room to rest.

Near midnight, Liu Xianfeng quietly appeared, and a familiar road fell on his shoulders.

"Sir, I have gone through almost all the old books and ancient books in the ancestral hall. I can confirm that Zeng Wanglou, who was suppressed in Jiuhuan Palace and never saw the light of day, is the same person as the founder of Xianqiao Village. I found a handwritten note by Zeng Wanglou at that time, which mentioned 'Nine Fantasy Cauldrons'."

Xu Yuanchang took the old yellow book and could smell the scent of moth-proof camphor.

He flipped through the pages page by page, and found the "Xianqiao Mountain Sin God" and "Nine Fantasy Cauldrons" recorded in it. The words were vague, but they were consistent with what he was thinking. He handed the booklet to Liu Xianfeng and asked her to return it at some time. .

Liu Xianfeng smiled and said: "Sir, I also discovered the martial arts secrets left by Zeng Wanglou. The fist, kick and fork hunting skills practiced by the men in Xianqiao Village are from those secrets, but they lack the mental skills and are simple. There are many, do you want to look through them?"

Xu Yuanchang thought for a moment, then reached out for a few martial arts secret books in a box.

He flipped through it and memorized the two sets of fists and kicks. With his knowledge and skills, it was not difficult to learn secular martial arts.

The difficult thing about anything is that you have to spend a lot of time practicing, persevere, learn to master it, and open up new perspectives.

A knock on the door was heard outside.

"Tao Zhang Xu, please go and take a look. The child has started crying again."

The fourth young master Zeng's voice came from outside the door, full of anxiety.

Xu Yuanchang handed the book back to Liu Xianfeng and asked her to return it. He opened the door and walked out. Without saying a word, he walked towards the backyard with the fourth young master, holding a lantern with his companion.

On the way, I met the Zeng clan chief and two other young masters who were rushing over. They exchanged a few words with each other. The Zeng clan chief spoke sincerely and they went to the backyard together.

The crying baby was taken out to the next room, his face turning purple from crying.

Xu Yuanchang walked closer, but there were only two steps left. The baby immediately stopped crying, opened its dark eyes, and stretched out a small hand towards the Taoist priest, which shocked everyone.

A maid hurriedly ran to inform the fourth young lady who was still worried.

Xu Yuanchang stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the baby from the top of his head to his little hands.

He didn't know how to resolve this cause and effect.

Sometimes manpower is poor, his practice is short, and what he learns is insufficient.

The head of the Zeng clan was secretly impressed. He stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Shan Lang is destined to be a Taoist priest. He stopped crying when he saw the Taoist priest."

The Taoist priests and warlocks we hired earlier were doing Tiao Shen, but even after an hour of exhaustion, there was no result.

They are all fake tricks.

Several other people agreed and complimented the Taoist priest for his miraculous ability, which instantly cured the young master's crying.

One of Xu Yuanchang's fingers was tightly grasped by the baby and he refused to let go.

He knew that babies under the age of one month could not actually see people clearly and could only turn as the light changed.

As for why he stopped crying, perhaps it was the calm aura exuding from his body that dispelled the disturbance in the dark. He suddenly asked the smiling Master Zeng: "Tonight is the first day that your son has cried?"

Fourth Young Master Zeng was stunned for a moment, counting silently in his mind.

The wet nurse holding the baby whispered: "Shanlang has been crying for six nights, and today is the seventh night."

Xu Yuanchang's face suddenly became serious.

The last time the weasel spirit cried out for injustice for less than seven days, he interrupted it and then killed it. This time, seeing how the baby was crying, he started to hold in his anger until his face turned purple. If he didn't show up, he would have cried to death.

This retribution is difficult to deal with.

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(End of this chapter)