Chapter 83 Meeting the Master in the Village
This day, in the morning, at the entrance of Zhaojia Village.
"Taoist Priest, you must take a good look at it for us." Zhao Guangyuan bowed, with a respectful face and flattering eyes.
The old Taoist next to him has triangular eyes, a swollen nose, thick lips, and a mouth full of big yellow teeth, and his appearance is remarkable.
The Taoist robe on his body was full of stains, and the whisk in his hand was also dirty. Overall, he looked like he hadn't bathed all year round and had been traveling for an unknown amount of time.
If Zhang Hao were here, he would definitely recognize this old Taoist as the old Taoist who calculated his marriage.
At this time, the old Taoist waved the whisk in his hand, holding it in a pinch shape with one hand, facing the direction of the mountain, and turned his thick lips up and down, as if he was mumbling something.
After a long time, his triangular eyes narrowed: "The foxes in the mountains are barking..."
Zhao Guangyuan was shocked and listened carefully: "Master, what do you say?"
He invited this old man from the town. It is said that he is very good at telling fortunes and reading Feng Shui.
No matter day or night in the past two days, the group of foxes on the mountain seemed to be going crazy, barking non-stop, even worse at night, as if they were anxious. His land was at the foot of the mountain, close to the hillside. He was also afraid that one day while doing farm work, the fox would come down the mountain.
The most important thing is that the Zhang family's fairy temple is of no use at all. Those foxes are still barking and have no intention of stopping.
There were several other families in a similar situation to his, so he was asked to go to the town and ask a Taoist priest to find out what was going on with the foxes on the mountain.
The old Taoist squinted his eyes, smoothed his white beard, which was somewhat black, and muttered: "Foxes are making trouble in the mountains. This is an ominous sign!"
Zhao Guangyuan's face turned pale, his mouth opened wide, and he did not speak.
The old Taoist glanced at his expression and continued: "Look at your village, it is backed by a mountain, there is no water in front, and there are no mountains on both sides. This is a terrain where wealth is scattered but not gathered. In Feng Shui, it is called a mountain weighing the head. Therefore, there has never been a rich and powerful person in your village, am I right?”
Zhao Guangyuan nodded repeatedly: "You are right, Master, our village is full of farmers, not to mention rich and powerful, they are all poor."
The old Taoist nodded with satisfaction.
Sure enough, it was just as he guessed.
How could there be a rich and powerful person in this village in the mountains? Even if there were, he would have to leave the village, and as long as he left the village, even if he was rich and powerful, he would not be able to come back.
So how can this be correct?
"Then...then what's going on with this fox's bark?" Zhao Guangyuan asked.
The old Taoist stroked his beard, sighed and shook his head: "You also know that the fox is one of the five immortals and needs people to offer incense and incense, but you people in the village have no one to offer them. As time goes by, the fox is unwilling to wait for me to do anything. Then you are building a fox temple and offering incense day and night..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Guangyuan scratched his head and asked doubtfully: "Build a fox temple?"
"Well, what's wrong? But you think what Pindao said is a lie?" Lao Tao asked.
Zhao Guangyuan shook his head quickly, raised his finger and pointed behind a wall at the entrance of the village: "There is a fox temple there..."
Old man:? ? ?
Looking with triangular eyes, he saw a small three-story building less than one meter high behind a wall. Looking closer, judging from the rough appearance, there was also the small opening and these three buildings. Among the small buildings, there are exquisite fox statues on the second and third floors respectively.
There were tribute fruits, incense burners and incense placed outside, and the old Taoist was completely stunned.
hiss.
This...is a mistake!
I should have known it was a lie.
"Who built this temple?" The old Taoist could only ask bravely.
Zhao Guangyuan said without hesitation: "He is a young man from our village who talks all day long."
The old Taoist stroked his beard and squinted his triangular eyes. When he was thinking about how to make this statement, he heard Zhao Guangyuan say again: "No, Taoist Master, it's that boy!"
The old Taoist raised his head when he heard the words. When he looked in the direction he pointed, he was stunned for a moment.
On the dirt road leading to the village, a young man walked towards him. The young man had a handsome appearance, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, but his skin color was darker, which may be due to years of farming. At this moment, this man was wearing a simple T-shirt. T-shirt, black jeans, and slippers, as if he was strolling around with nothing to do.
The old Taoist's eyes twitched, and he immediately recognized this young man. He was the young man who approached him for marriage a few days ago.
At that time, the young man's calculation of the time was very strange. He was actually getting married late at night. The old man suspected that the young man might be suitable for a ghost marriage. But after he realized it, the young man had already left, and it was hard for him to catch up. .
Unexpectedly, he would meet this young man here today. It was a kind of fate...
While he was thinking, Zhang Hao had already come closer, looked at Zhao Guangyuan and said, "Uncle Guangyuan? What are you doing here?"
Zhao Guangyuan waved his hand: "Hey, aren't those foxes barking all the time in the past two days? As soon as we gathered together, we wanted to find a master from the town to show us."
Zhang Hao nodded thoughtfully, then turned to look at the old Taoist: "Then this is the invited master... Huh? It's you, master."
He also recognized that this was the master who told him the time.
I have to say that I don’t know if this master is capable, but he is quite right in calculating birth dates. The foxes really got married at that time, which saved him a lot of trouble.
"It's really fate that we meet this little brother here today." The old Taoist stroked his beard, waved the whisk in his hand, and then asked: "Did you build this Fox Temple?" Zhang Hao nodded: " Exactly, what do you think, Taoist Priest?”
"Very good, very good." The old Taoist said vaguely, his triangular eyes narrowed again, thinking about the words.
Then, the old Taoist looked at Zhao Guangyuan and said: "Since this little brother has built a fox temple, I will do a ritual later, and the fox will rest in peace soon."
Zhao Guangyuan nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, master, thank you very much, master."
The old Taoist waved his hand and said: "Okay, now is not the time to do anything. You can go home first. I, the poor Taoist, will wander around and chat with this little brother."
Zhao Guangyuan nodded again and left wisely.
Afterwards, the old Taoist returned his attention to Zhang Hao and casually chatted: "Little brother, can you take me for a walk in the village?"
Zhang Hao was naturally happy: "No problem, Taoist priest, let's go."
The two walked along the road at the entrance of the village and walked into the village.
On the way, the old Taoist looked at him secretly and asked with a smile: "Little brother, how was the time when the poor Taoist calculated last time?"
As a monk, if you don’t encounter such a thing as underworld marriage, that’s fine. But if you encounter it, you should give some advice or advice. After all, it is something that is harmful to your moral character. In Taoist thought, it is not good for descendants. It's not good for future generations.
Therefore, it is best to stop in time.
Zhang Hao put his hands behind his back and nodded heavily: "I was just about to tell you, Taoist Priest, that the timing was really accurate. The thing was very successful. I would like to thank Taoist Priest."
The old Taoist waved his hands repeatedly: "I can't do it, I can't do it."
Looking at Zhang Hao's expression, the old man sighed silently.
Sure enough, seeing that this young man has no intention of repenting, he may have done this many times, so he should stay away from such people to avoid being contaminated with bad things.
While the two were talking, a middle-aged woman came towards them, pushing a wheelchair.
Zhang Hao raised his eyes and saw that the middle-aged woman was Aunt Li. He raised his hand and said hello: "Aunt Li, you..."
When he saw the young man about his age in the wheelchair, his smile froze and he said with a forced smile: "You are taking Lin Zi out for a walk again."
The man in the wheelchair had his eyes closed tightly, his neck was hanging weakly, and his body was bound to the wheelchair by a few ropes, as if he was completely asleep.
The man bound in a wheelchair is called Gao Lin.
Aunt Li's family has two sons. The eldest son is Gao Hai, who runs a canteen and helped Zhang Hao build the Fox Temple.
The youngest son is this Gao Lin.
I heard that I once went to the mountains to play in the early years and accidentally had an accident. I was sent to the hospital and the doctor said that I had brain damage and became a vegetative state. Now I think it has been several years since the incident happened.
Since her younger son became a vegetative state, Aunt Li took her home and maintained her life with liquid food and glucose. She massaged and kneaded her body all day long to help him move.
But even so, it is just in vain, just to maintain life.
After all, when he was sent to the hospital, the doctor said that this person might not be able to wake up for the rest of his life.
Many people also advised Aunt Li to give up her younger son if it didn't work. In any case, she still had her eldest son by her side and could not drag down the whole family. However, Aunt Li strongly objected and drove them away angrily.
It was Aunt Li's persistence and Gao Hai's silent support that allowed Gao Lin to live in this world as a vegetative state.
With his thoughts at this point, Zhang Hao sighed silently.
In his impression, Aunt Li is a very good person. She is kind to everyone. She is a good old lady in the village. She has never blushed or had a quarrel with anyone in her life except for her youngest son.
For example, when Li Siyu was young, he often helped Li Siyu.
And when he returned to this village from the city and drank all day long, Aunt Li often brought him meals and helped him clean up his dilapidated and messy home.
It can be said that if Aunt Li hadn't been there at that time, he might not have been able to wait for Li Siyu to come over.
But such a good person does not have a good life...
"Yes, take advantage of the good sunshine today and go out to bask in the sun. Lying at home all the time will make your body really useless." There was no bitterness on Aunt Li's face, and she was smiling all over her face.
It looked like her little son was in a temporary coma and would wake up one day.
Looking at Zhang Hao, she said again: "Oh, Xiaohao, I will take Siyu to my aunt's house for dinner another day. Xiaohai always keeps saying that I want to treat you to dinner."
"Okay, aunt, I will take Siyu there another day." Zhang Hao agreed casually.
The two were at the wrong time.
The old Taoist standing next to Zhang Hao was stroking his beard and squinting his triangular eyes. He looked at Gao Lin in the wheelchair. He might have suffered from an occupational disease. He asked casually: "This fellow, this young man in the wheelchair, what happened to him before?" What happened?”
(End of chapter)