Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 69 There is no difference between mortals and monks

The tired baby fell asleep, and Xu Yuanchang took his fingers out of his small palm.

He took out a mutton-fat white jade plaque decorated with several willow leaves. It was Liu Xianfeng's handwriting. He breathed in a breath, wrote a rune on it with his fingers, and stuffed the jade plaque into the swaddling clothes.

"Don't keep the jade plaque three feet away from you. If Shan Lang doesn't cry tonight, it will be fine."

Xu Yuanchang explained and motioned to the wet nurse to take the baby back to the room.

Sleeping yellow in January, crying in February, and stomachache in March.

It’s time for babies to sleep more.

His appearance broke the first response. The baby was fine. However, the trouble still lies ahead. An even worse revenge will affect three generations.

The head of the Zeng clan accompanied Taoist Xu to the front hall and whispered: "Can Taoist do something to help Shan Lang return to his body? I am deeply grateful to everyone in this house."

Xu Yuanchang said with certainty: "There is no need to set up an altar to make Sun's soul intact."

The Zeng clan leader showed a smile on his face, said some polite words of gratitude, and invited the Taoist priest to sit down in the front hall. All the servants left, leaving only the eldest son waiting in the front hall. After drinking tea and chatting for a while, he asked for advice: "Dao Zhang Xu, if there are any other hidden dangers in my house that have not been eliminated, I would like to ask Dao Zhang Xu to give you some pointers. I will be grateful."

As people grow older, he saw that the solemn look on the Taoist priest's face before was definitely not a good thing.

The eldest young master's eyes flickered, worried that his father had been deceived and fell into the usual tricks of people in the world.

Xu Yuanchang pondered for a moment, and in front of his eyes flashed the scene of a baby with tears on his face reaching out to him. He sighed and said: "To be honest, your house will have some troubles in the future, and the retribution of that yellow-skinned spirit will be repeated. Xu The magic power is low and there is no way to break it. Chief Zeng can go to the Izumo Temple a hundred miles away and ask an expert to go down the mountain and cast a spell to break it."

The smile on Zeng’s clan leader’s face froze and he said, “Isn’t that yellow-skinned man killed long ago? How could he...”

Xu Yuanchang ignored the suspicious look of the eldest young master on the other side and said: "Since ancient times, there have been rules for spring hunting: young animals and pregnant animals are not allowed to be hunted. Chief Zeng is a man who knows how to hunt elders, and he understands the truth better than Xu. If it is ordinary It's nothing more than wild animals, at most it will damage some of your shady virtues.

"That yellow-skinned man has become a spirit. Even if he is killed, he prays and sings for six days, but his obsession and resentment will not go away, causing his grandson to suffer a disaster before he is even a month old. This is a sign and must be guarded against."

He had said enough this time.

The Zeng clan leader was so angry that he cursed in a low voice: "That beast behaves shamelessly, has a reckless character, and turns a deaf ear to the old rules. Oh, what should we do?"

The eldest young master endured it for a long time. Seeing his old father's sadness and anger, he finally couldn't help but said: "That yellow-skinned man was killed by you, Daoist Master Xu. Why doesn't it seek retribution from you..."

The Zeng clan leader got up in anger and slapped his eldest son in the face for his rude words.

Taoist Master Xu is a Taoist priest with real magic. How can he be offended?

If you use a little bit of tricks, the whole family will not be able to live in peace.

"Don't be offended, Taoist priest. Dogs don't know etiquette and are quarrelsome with each other. I will apologize to you."

"Clan leader Zeng, please don't be polite. If you have anything to say, it would be better to say it clearly. As a Taoist priest, it is a natural duty for Xu to eliminate evil spirits and kill monsters. Why should he be afraid of it? Moreover, the yellow-skinned spirit bullies the weak and is afraid of the strong, and he does not dare to retaliate. Provoke Xu."

Xu Yuanchang supported the Zeng clan leader who was about to salute, and explained a few words in a calm manner. He did not sit any longer and went straight back to the quiet room to rest and meditate.

The patriarch of the Zeng clan scolded his sons so hard that they all felt uncomfortable.

Later, he discussed with his eldest son in the hall about going to Izumo Temple to invite the master. Xu Dao's long words made it clear that the retribution of Huang Pizijing could not be resolved. As the head of the family, he was very worried in his heart.

No matter how much money is spent, this disaster must be ended.

The eldest young master had other thoughts in his heart, but he did not show it on the surface and complied with it.

Early the next morning, when he heard that the baby was sleeping peacefully, Xu Yuanchang said goodbye and left, only willing to accept the fee of thirty taels of silver notes.

Walking on the mountain road, the autumn wind accompanies the autumn scenery.

Liu Xianfeng sat on his shoulder, chattering endlessly about the ignorance of the sons of that family. He also said that the young master had a good temper towards ordinary people, so good that ordinary people would kick his nose in his face.

She almost couldn't stand it anymore, she wanted to make someone trip and get a bruise on the face, or fall into the latrine and get covered in stinky feces.

Xu Yuanchang laughed: "Complaining too much will prevent heartbreak. It is advisable to take a broad view of the scenery."

Liu Xianfeng wrinkled her nose and said with dissatisfaction: "You Daoist Brother Xu, you are beating around the bush and calling me a little chicken. I can't stand their hypocrisy. What about the fourth young master? He has a very bad reputation in the village and town. It's a fault of not raising a godfather." Don't let them do what they do. What's more, they don't cultivate their personal ethics and suffer the troubles they cause." She became unhappy and called her by her previous name.

Of course, in front of outsiders, she is still the obedient "spiritual pet" and cannot make others misunderstand by barking.

"Taoists should deal with things with a normal mind. There is no difference between ordinary people and monks, and they should be treated the same."

Xu Yuanchang uses his own ideas to influence the wild little tree charm.

The two extended their discussion on this topic.

Liu Xianfeng had endless weird ideas in her mind, the conversation was lively, and the journey was not lonely.

Until he returned to Bailin Valley, Liu Xianfeng took out the Ningshen Talisman and the amulet and said: "Sir, before setting off in the morning, I ran out of the village and noticed that the two talismans were touched. I was so frightened that I hurried back to the village. Later, together with you, If nothing happened, take a look at the talisman, are there any clues left?"

Xu Yuanchang took the talisman and observed it carefully. The mana contained in it was slightly depleted, and said: "I can't see what touched the talisman. From now on, you will have to run far north alone."

"I won't go, I don't dare to go."

Liu Xianfeng followed the advice, she was frightened.

However, both of them guessed that it was the mountain god who instigated the yellow-skinned spirit to cause trouble, the "god of sin" recorded in the miscellaneous notes of the ancestor of the Zeng family.

It is easy to live a quiet and peaceful life with mountains and rivers, and no one comes to disturb me in the remote Bailin Valley.

The dogs and domestic cats in the village never go to Gushipo.

Eight days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, another person came to the door asking for help.

Taoist Xu has a good reputation. He has made several attempts without missing a beat. Taoist Xu never competes with local Taoist priests for business, nor does he give people a Feng Shui look. There are no slanderous words among his colleagues.

But one thing is that Taoist Xu's price is quite high, often priced at a hundred taels of silver.

Neighbors who want to trouble Taoist Xu have to think carefully.

The young man who came back this time was wearing a coarse cloth jacket, tanned and with a sad look on his face. When he saw him, he knelt down and kowtowed: "Taoist Master Xu, please be merciful and save my mother. She helps people to interrogate people and ask questions. We haven't started yet." There was no movement for half a quarter of an hour, and the breath was extremely weak. A day and a night had passed, and his life was at stake."

Xu Yuanchang helped the person up and asked, "Is your father the Master Shenpo?"

The young man hurriedly said: "My mother usually takes care of the housework, collects ghosts, summons ghosts, and performs moxibustion for local children. Starting in the past ten years, she said that she received some fairy teachings in her dreams. From then on, she helped people live in the underworld and subsidized the family." , but this time I somehow missed it.”

The villager who led the way smiled and added: "Grandma Ai from Guguan Village is very famous in villages and towns. She is one of the best goddesses in the world."

The young man smiled, his face becoming more bitter.

Liu Xianfeng, who flew in invisibly, heard this strangely, and encouraged her via voice transmission: "Master, let's go and have a look. Could it be that the Goddess Guo Yin left her soul in the underworld and will never come back?"

She was there for the fun.

It's not a big deal.

Ever since Jiuhuan Palace experienced a life-and-death danger, he became timid.

I don't usually run around alone.

Every time I go back to the depths of the closed cave to collect the spiritual spring water, I am careful and as light-footed as a thief, going back as quickly as possible.

She was afraid that two old monsters would run out from the secret room next door and leave her as a guest.

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　Thank you all for your strong support. You helped Lao Yan successfully pass through all the obstacles and get the recommended spot in Sanjiang next week. This honor is due to all of you!
　　If it would have been put on the shelves today, it will now be postponed to next Wednesday, which is February 2th at noon. Thank you very much!

　　I have been rushing through the manuscript in the past few days and am preparing to put it on the shelves.

(End of this chapter)