Before Sun Captou left, he looked at Zhang Qingdi. He remembered this man's appearance and planned to find two desperadoes from the city and find a suitable opportunity to stab him twice.
Zhang Qingdi threw down a piece of silver and left.
Lady Wang wanted to thank her, but Emperor Zhang Qing didn’t give her any time and disappeared at the intersection with Xiao Sheng.
Lady Wang closed her stall and went home in the evening. When she got home, it was extremely hot these days, but she always felt extremely cold at home.
"Dad, I'm back. Are you feeling better today?" she asked while standing at the gate.
"Much better! Much better!" An old voice came from the room. "But don't bring the wind in. I don't dare to see the wind yet."
"I understand." Lady Wang said. "Dad, don't worry about anything."
"Don't worry, daughter, dad will be fine." The old voice replied.
Lady Wang turned and left. She returned to the house and washed herself. After hearing that Niu Er was dead, Madam Wang was amazed, but also relieved.
She really can’t afford to mess with that Niu Er.
Ever since Na Niu Er disobeyed and killed her whole family, her father fell ill.
In fact, Lady Wang has never been close to her father.
When her father was young, he followed a wandering Taoist priest around.
In the end I learned nothing, so I went home.
When he came back, his mother died of illness due to overwork. From that moment on, my father seemed to be a different person.
He is very kind to himself and will always try his best to satisfy his requests.
The only time he refused his request was to marry his late husband. Originally, Mrs. Wang was in love with a fellow villager, but this time her father did not agree.
Finally she married her husband. Three years later, her husband died of illness. She had complained about her father countless times.
But in the end, I slowly accepted my fate...
Niu Er's words must have frightened his father. After he became ill, he was not allowed to go in to see him in the east room.
He ate very little three meals a day and just let himself sit at the window...
The little saint said to Emperor Zhang Qing, "How could someone use such a sinister spell."
"Then You should ask the person who invented this spell," Zhang Qingdi said angrily.
At this time they were on the roof of the east room of Madam Wang’s house.
Although they were outside the house, they both could see everything in the house clearly.
There is a big vat in the house, and the vat is full of glutinous rice.
There is a corpse in the glutinous rice, and the corpse is covered with talismans. The function of these talismans is to turn the soul of the corpse into a ghost, but it will never be reincarnated.
No one would use this kind of talisman without deep hatred.
In the evening, the ghost of Mrs. Wang’s father floated in from outside the house full of resentment.
He floated into the corpse of the rice vat.
The corpse began to twitch. That was because the injured soul was in so much pain that it actually caused the body to twitch.
Xiao Sheng frowned and appeared directly in the room.
This room is clean and tidy.
When Little Saint came in, the body was covered with a quilt, covering the horrifying body in the rice vat.
There is a letter in the most conspicuous place when you enter the door.
At this time Emperor Zhang Qing also appeared.
He picked up the letter immediately, and Xiao Sheng said a little embarrassedly, "Master, isn't this bad?"
"What if this letter is written to us? "
Zhang Qingdi said and opened the letter.
There was only one sentence in the letter, "Dad is dead, don't lift the quilt. Find someone to help carry the vat to the wild and burn it. You have to live a good life."
"Master, this is..." Xiao Sheng was a little confused.
“If you don’t understand, ask him.” Zhang Qingdi said.
As soon as they turned around, an innocent soul stood behind them, looking at them coldly.
Of course they were not afraid, but a faint golden light appeared on the little saint's body, and the wronged soul immediately shivered with fear.
Emperor Zhang Qing looked at the wronged soul and said, "This guy should have been cured by this talisman, so he can't speak."
Emperor Zhang Qing waved his hand, and Xiaoman appeared.
This time Xiaoman appeared, and a huge ghost gate appeared behind her. Emperor Zhang Qing looked at it and felt that he was not inferior to the Ten Palaces of Yama.
"Do you always make such a big show when you come out now?" Zhang Qingdi asked with a smile.
“Hahaha.” Xiaoman grinned. "What do you want me to do?"
"Look at this guy?" Zhang Qingdi pointed at the wronged soul and said.
"Who did it? I will take this person to my third level of hell!" Xiaoman said angrily.
Actually, Emperor Zhang Qing had some suspicions in his mind, but he still wanted to confirm it.
Xiaoman glanced at the wronged soul and said, "Two lives! How did you end up like this?"
When the wronged soul saw Xiaoman, he immediately knelt down and begged to kowtow.
The strange noise coming from his mouth should be a bunch of nonsense.
After Xiaoman heard this, he felt a little better towards the wronged soul.
After a while, the wronged soul can speak.
It can be seen that he is somewhat wary of Emperor Zhang Qing and Little Sage.
"Who made you like this?" Little Saint asked.
A young man who hates evil so much that he may have misunderstood this time.
The innocent soul looked at Xiao Man, who said, "Xiao Sheng is a good goblin, and that is my master!
Just say whatever you have to them."
Hearing this Then the innocent soul said, "It's me!"
"Why did you do this?" Little Sage asked in confusion.
“For my daughter!” The wronged soul replied, and then he said to Emperor Zhang Qing and Little Sage, “Just come to me if you have any problem, don’t hurt my daughter!
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The two people I killed deserved their death.
Although there was no life in his hands, Niu Er bullied men and women and forced good girls into prostitution.
Then Sun Baotou is Niu Er's brother-in-law. If he hadn't been behind it, how could Niu Er dare to be so unscrupulous. "
"You misunderstood, we are not looking for you because of this matter. "Emperor Zhang Qing said.
If Emperor Zhang Qing hadn't extinguished the two soul fires on Sun Battou, this evil spirit would not be able to take the life of Sun Battou today.
Little Saint was speechless for a while...
The old man had to endure great pain to make himself like this. At the same time, Little Saint also understood why he had to cover the rice vat with a quilt.
I was just worried that when his daughter came in, she would be scared to see the body in the rice vat.
"What else are you wishing for?" Little Saint asked.
"No more." The old man shook his head. "I used to hang out with a wandering Taoist priest for half my life, and finally I learned fortune-telling, and this magic that kills evil spirits.
I was worried that the fortune-telling would harm my daughter, so I watched it once in my life, helping her choose a marriage, and causing her to break up with the man who was cheating on her wife.
I don’t want to use this evil spell, but there is really no other way. That Niu Er wasn't joking, he really had murderous intentions!
If not, it will be my daughter who dies. "
No fool will ask why the old man doesn't kill Niu Er. It's so simple. It's hard to say whether the old man's body can take a punch from Niu Er. "I'll spend one more day with your daughter. , I will send you to reincarnation tomorrow. "Xiaoman said.
"I..."
"If I let you reincarnate, you can reincarnate!
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva can't stop you!" Xiaoman said seriously.
Zhang Qingdi couldn't help but give the domineering Xiaoman a thumbs up.
The old man’s resentment was eliminated by Xiaoman.
He went to see his daughter for the last time...
Little Sheng said with emotion, "There are parents who are so caring to their children."
"How can there be parents who are so caring to their children in this world? !" Tang Seng asked angrily.
After saying that, Elder Tang put the bowl in his hand on the table.
At this time, Tang Monk sat down. There were three tables on both sides, and the three monkeys were invited to sit down. At the table in front, an old man sat.
Vegetarian fruits and vegetables are arranged neatly on the table, followed by noodles, rice, snacks, and soup.
After eating well, Tang Seng asked them what they were doing before.
It turns out that these good men and women must have an explanation.
It's like preparatory practice to send the Ku Zhai and preparatory practice to fill the Huan Zhai.
The preparatory practice of Jikuzhai can be understood as burning more ghost coins while you are alive, so that you can use them after your death.
Filling back the fast means that you have received the care of the gods and Buddhas and need to repay the gifts to the gods and Buddhas.
But Chen Laohan Zhai monk is practicing the fast of death in advance.
This is equivalent to knowing that someone in the family is about to die, and using this as an excuse to fast as a monk.
Zhu Bajie laughed a lot after hearing it, and Old Chen was not angry at all. He just explained the matter to them in detail.
Where the stone monument stands on the Tongtian River, and a few miles further up, there is the Inspiration King Temple. This place is called Chenjiazhuang, and hundreds of families live here.
The King of Inspiration once a year sacrifices to a young boy, a young girl, pigs, goats, animals, and sweet wine as offerings to him.
When he eats a meal, he will bless them with good weather; if they don't sacrifice, it will bring disaster.
If the knife is not touching you, you will naturally not feel the pain of cutting your skin.
This year it’s time for old man Chen and his younger brother’s child to compete.
This old man Chen’s younger brother is called Chen Qing, and old man Chen is called Chen Cheng. He is sixty-three years old this year, and his brother is fifty-eight years old. They have no heirs.
Chen Cheng was fifty years old and had no son, so his relatives and friends persuaded him to take a concubine. Finally, I gave birth to a daughter, who is only eight years old this year and named Yi Sheng Jin.
Because he had no heirs, he built bridges and roads, built temples and pagodas, and gave alms to fasting monks. Chen Cheng had an account book and remembered every account clearly. By the time he gave birth to a daughter, he had used exactly thirty kilograms of gold.
Thirty kilograms is a scale, so it is called a scale of gold.
His younger brother has a son, who he got through hard work after taking a concubine. He is seven years old this year and is named Chen Guanbao.
Because they supported Grandpa Guan Sheng and obtained this son under the title of Guan Ye, he was named Guan Bao.
The two brothers are almost over a hundred years old together.
This time it was his family’s turn, so naturally he didn’t dare not to offer it. But the love of licking a calf is hard to let go, so they thought of setting up a transcendental dojo with their child first.
This is the reason for practicing the fast of death in advance.
After hearing this, Zhu Bajie felt that the people in Chenjiazhuang were hypocritical and cold-blooded. It is said that they are worshiping Buddha and practicing monks, but they want to give their children to goblins.
Chen Cheng heard Tang Monk getting angry and saw the three inhuman goblins looking at him mockingly.
The monkey suddenly asked, "Since this child is so rare, why don't you spend money to buy a boy and a girl for him."
After the monkey asked, Tang Monk and the other three looked at him with disdain.
He didn't care and just looked at Chen Cheng.
“Hey, the Inspiration King often comes here to inspect. Every time he comes, he can’t see his form. He only smells a fragrant breeze and knows that Grandpa Wang is here.
He puts it there. We in Chenjiazhuang know everything about big things and small things.
He remembers the years when old and young were born. Therefore, he must be the biological son or daughter of the people in Chenjiazhuang before he can use it.
Don't say that there is nowhere to buy two or three hundred taels, even tens of millions of taels, there is no place to buy such identical children of the same year and month. "
"It sounds like someone has bought it before. "The monkey asked with a smile.
Chen Cheng nodded, that family's fate was too tragic.
The monkey looked at Tang Monk. Elder Tang regretted eating his family's food.
Tang Seng actually had a lot of changes along the way.
From his great ambition when he first came out of the Tang Dynasty, he witnessed goblins eating people when he arrived at Shuangcha Ridge. Then on Diamond Hill, he questioned Veda Bodhisattva for Red Boy.
Compared with the original work, Tang Seng has made a lot of progress in addition to being a crybaby.
"Idiot, I know you have some money there, take some out." The monkey turned to Zhu Bajie and said.
"Brother Monkey, you are really good at joking. How can I have money?" Zhu Bajie was actually just twiddling his thumbs.
He also understood what the monkey was trying to do.
“Second Senior Brother’s money is hidden in his ears.” Sha Monk said, putting down the vegetarian meal in his hand.
"Wukong! Don't bully Bajie." Tang Seng said.
Chen Cheng didn't understand for a moment what the four masters and apprentices were going to do. But he could feel that they seemed to have some resentment towards him.
He had his own selfish motives for greeting the four masters and apprentices so warmly.
The four masters and disciples came from the Tang Dynasty in the east. The Tang Dynasty was more than ten thousand miles away from here. To be able to get here, they naturally had some magical powers.
Furthermore, this monk looked like an eminent monk, and his three disciples, although they looked inhuman, could tell at a glance that they had some abilities.
So Chen Cheng hoped to arouse their compassion, save the goblin, and save his daughter.
If it were not his and his brother's children who were being sacrificed this time, I'm afraid Chen Cheng would still be as peaceful as before.
"Wukong, you will bring Master's purple gold alms bowl." Tang Monk said.
The monkey took out the alms bowl from the bag. Did the master not eat enough and wanted to pack it for the journey?
Tang Monk took the alms bowl and stroked it reluctantly for a while.
"Almsgiver Chen, this purple gold alms bowl was given to the poor monk by the Emperor of Tang Dynasty, and its value is self-evident.
Today the poor monk gives this alms bowl to you, even as a reward for today's meal. It’s time to eat.” Everyone could see Tang Seng’s reluctance, but he still put the purple gold bowl in Chen Cheng’s hand.
"Master, what do you mean?" Chen Cheng quickly returned the alms bowl.
But Tang Monk didn't answer, "If I had known that the food here came from this way, the poor monk wouldn't have eaten a bite."
"Hehehehe." Zhu Bajie reached out and took the purple gold bowl. "Master, this alms bowl can be worth hundreds of meals. How can you give it to him like this!"
As he spoke, Zhu Bajie took out a piece of silver from his ear.
“This piece of silver is enough for your meal.”
“Master, I am devoted to chanting Buddha’s name...”
"People who have Buddha in their hearts will not trade their children for wealth or good weather!" Monkey said seriously.
"We know what you are thinking.
Bajie, there is no need to give him any money. He is not worthy of master's alms bowl. I, Sun, will help you surrender. That goblin is just paying for the meal." Monkey said coldly.
"Amitabha, this time we, master and disciple, will go together!" Tang Seng said with his hands clasped together.
"Master, this time I, Old Zhu, will show you how powerful I am, Marshal Tianpeng." Zhu Bajie grinned with a big pig mouth.
"Master, Senior Brother, and Second Senior Brother are right!" Sha Monk said firmly. (End of this chapter)