There are only two people in the yard now, so this arm must belong to Ma Heng.
The venomous snake bit it and then ran away quickly, without giving Xiaoxiao a chance to catch it.
It looked very smart.
As for Ma Heng, he shook his head and placed it directly on Xiao Xiao's body.
Xiao Xiao sighed, thinking about whether Ma Heng was destined to be in conflict with a snake.
This snake itself does not have strong venom, but it carries a mental attack.
It is similar to the principle of hallucinations such as foxes and weasels.
Bite is not the purpose, but because of the difference in cultivation level, the body can amplify its attacks when it is close to the body.
Xiaoxiao put the blood compass on Ma Heng's wound and rubbed it to restore his strength and he woke up.
"I've thought of a solution."
Xiaoxiao returned to the hospital and directly drew a few amulets, folded them, and handed them to Ma Heng.
"As long as the workers keep them with them, it will be fine.
Remember, you can just name a famous Taoist request to make them feel more at ease."
Continue.
Xia Xiaoxiao added, "Which temple should I go to to ask for a Buddha statue to be offered?
Find a famous temple.
My grandpa needs the money."
Ma Heng made an OK gesture, "Okay."
Song Lingyu opened the door and came in to see Xiao Xiao, who was surprised, "You're back so soon."
Xiaoxiao could already read some simple lip language and replied, "Just take a look and see how uncle is doing."
Song Lingyu picked up a pen and paper and wrote, "Your uncle was discharged from the hospital yesterday.
He is recovering well, but he has a lot of scars on his body."
Then he paused and wrote, "You think it's a matter of Feng Shui?
There are a lot of problems at home.
Something happened."
"That's why I asked my grandpa to move to another place to live.
It will take about a month for people to live in the courtyard."
"Mom, let's go home after the courtyard is repaired.
I can recover faster if I go to the mountains."
Song Lingyu nodded and wrote, "We will go back when it is repaired."
The workers in the courtyard were wearing amulets and felt a lot more at ease looking at the Buddha statues.
I don’t know if it was a psychological effect or some other reason, but they all felt more energetic and worked faster.
Let’s talk about what happened to that black snake and where did it go?
The little black snake got into a black car not far after it got out of the courtyard.
The person driving the car was Shi Youfu.
Black Snake got into the car, Shi Youfu started the car and left, driving to a well-built bungalow in the suburbs.
The bungalow was obviously built over the years, but after entering the bungalow, there was a small adobe house.
It looks like a small temple.
There is a clay sculpture of the Dragon King in the adobe house.
The clay sculpture is a bit dilapidated, but the tributes and incense are all available.
The little black snake came in, got behind the Dragon King clay sculpture and disappeared.
Shi Youfu bowed to the Dragon King clay sculpture and said, "Brother Hei, what should we do next?"
The clay sculpture of the Dragon King actually made a buzzing sound.
"I didn't expect that I met a Taoist nun, and I don't know what sect's inheritance it is now.
You expose the matter and see how she reacts.
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I don't have much time.
The worst is possible."
Shi Youfu paid his respects again, "Brother Hei is like a reincarnation of me.
I will risk my life to save Brother Hei."
Then he turned around and went out and drove into the car.
He saw no one in the courtyard he went to first, so he drove to the hospital.
Shi Youfu was stunned when he came in.
He didn't expect that he would dare to come here at this time.
Hasn't war been declared?
Song Lingyu didn't know what happened, so she poured a glass of water for Shi Youfu and leaned against the bed.
"What are you doing here?"
His tone was not very friendly.
Shi Youfu picked up a pen and paper and started writing, which seemed to have a thousand or two thousand words.
This is writing a composition More than half an hour had passed since I finished writing.
Xiaoxiao was watching TV when Shi Youfu handed the paper over.
Xiaoxiao took it and looked at it, his expression became more and more solemn and he finally fell into deep thought.
If it is a composition, then what Shi Youfu wrote is a narrative, something he personally experienced.
More than ten years ago, Shi Youfu was a poor boy.
He came to Beijing to work and was looked down upon and ostracized because he had no education and could not speak Mandarin well.
When he was desperate, he walked into a dilapidated temple in the suburbs with a bottle of wine and half a chicken.
He was bored drinking alone, and he got drunk after a few drinks.
There was no one else in the ruined temple.
He cried, laughed, toasted and worshiped the ruined clay sculpture, and even placed the remaining half of a roast chicken in front of the clay sculpture.
When he was tired, he fell asleep.
In his dream, he saw a black dragon thanking him for the food and wine, and told him that there was a jar underground in the southeast corner of the temple, which he said was given to him as a gift.
The next day I woke up with a hangover and my mind was still not very clear.
I had already walked several kilometers and suddenly remembered what happened in my dream.
A villager stole a shovel and he returned to the ruined temple.
This dig was incredible.
A jar of gold.
At that time, he was confused.
How much is this jar of gold worth?
He grabbed the gold and ran away.
When he returned to the rental house, he did not dare to leave the house.
He hid it for several days for fear of being seen.
After two days, he was overjoyed and felt stupid.
Who knew he had so much gold, what was he afraid of?
So he sold some gold, bought tribute incense candles, and secretly went to the ruined temple at night to worship.
This time he fell asleep again.
This time he dreamed of a man in black clothes, and the two of them were eating and drinking.
One night, when he woke up the next morning, he found that the tributes he had laid out had no flavor at all.
This time, he completely believed that gods had appeared.
After selling the gold bit by bit in batches, he bought the land of the ruined temple and built a house.
Others thought he had demolished the temple, but who would have thought that he had hidden it inside.
Shi Youfu lived here and usually ran a small business.
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Whatever he did to make money was very smooth.
He attributed all this to the clay sculpture.
The incense continued.
As time passed and he developed feelings for him, he called the clay sculpture Hei.
Brother, the two of them often meet in dreams.
But not long ago, Brother Hei actually said goodbye to him, saying that the world is lacking spiritual energy now, and there are no believers, so he won't last long and will dissipate.
Of course Shi Youfu was reluctant to part with it.
Although he said he wanted money and had whatever he wanted, he was a grateful person.
He had already regarded Brother Hei as his relative, so he begged Brother Hei to find a way.
Brother Hei said that as long as he finds his golden body and relies on the spiritual energy and resentment stored in it, he can still survive for a few more years.
After searching for Shi Youfu in many ways, it is almost certain that Brother Hei's golden body is in Xiaoxiao's courtyard.
Buried underground.
After reading this story, Xiaoxiao asked, "Is this true?"
If a normal person would just think it was a story, but Xiaoxiao was different, she believed these were true.
"It's absolutely true.
No matter what you dig up, I only want the golden body.
I can bear all the expenses during this period, and I will also pay for the reconstruction of your courtyard."
"Take me to see your black brother and I will give you an answer."
Shi Youfu's face tightened.
Xiaoxiao added, "Don't forget there is a human life between us
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