The township was embarrassed in public, and was very ashamed, so he left in a hurry with his servants and officers and soldiers.
"Dao Chief, what should I do next" The young head of the household stepped forward and bowed.
"Ask a few old people to carry the coffin out of the grave and send it to the tomb for a week."
Mo asked.
The head of the household at this time to Mo Wen as a god, heard the words and immediately asked someone to do it, Yao Jia is a rich family in the village, the crowd took the opportunity to curry, a few old people entered the tomb, carried the coffin out to go around the tomb, and then put the coffin back into the tomb.
After the coffin was lowered, the expression of the dry corpse in the coffin had changed, the hideous expression had changed to calm and serene, and the resentment had dissipated.
The woman was suffocated in a coffin, and her heart was filled with resentment, and she saw the light of day like a wronged person, but she did not ask for anything but others to know what had happened to her.
"Dao Chief, I want to change my mother's clothes, can I?"
The young head of the household touched the coffin and wept bitterly.
"Filial sons should not touch the bones of their parents, cover the coffin and seal the tomb, and pay tribute from outside the tomb."
Mo Wen turned and walked out of the tomb.
Although the main family was sad, this matter was a happy event after all, and after the memorial service, the head of the Yao family immediately ordered someone to clean up the banquet, and thanked Mo Wen and the people who helped carry the coffin before.
"Dao Chief, in recent years, there have been frequent wars, taxes are quite heavy, and there is not much money in the family, this is two hundred taels of sesame oil money, please don't dislike it."
The young householder placed a black cloth bag on the table.
"There are still some entanglements on the poor road, so put away these silver and two good people."
Mo Wen waved his hand and said.
"The Taoist chief doesn't know, it's not that Yao is stingy with money, but that his family is in the middle of the road, and it's true" Mo Wen interrupted the other party's words without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, "The good man misunderstood, the poor road is not too little, but it is useless, and the good people are troubled to clean up some dry food for my master and apprentice to eat on the road." ” The young head of the household frowned when he saw that Mo Wen refused to accept the money and had to give it warmly, and Mo Wen did not like this senseless push, and the latter frowned when he saw Mo Wen, so he gave up and ordered the kitchen to bake dry food for the two.
In the evening, the master and apprentice stayed overnight from the village.
The fastest news in the world is the news, the things of the day quickly spread to the four miles and eight towns, to the evening, the people who heard the news came to visit in an endless stream, these people came here naturally to ask Mo to ask, Mo Wen did not refuse people outside the door, but put people into their own and nameless East Chamber.
There were a total of seven people who were put into the door, and four of them wanted to ask Mo Wen to make Jiao, which was mainly to chant scriptures and pray for blessings, and Mo Wen was not interested in this, so he sent four people away, leaving three people who asked to catch demons and exorcise ghosts.
Two of the three were poor men in shabby clothes, and one was an old man with a sad face and rich clothes.
"Dao Chang, villain Luo San, is a Wang Guling person, last winter my mother-in-law didn't know what monster to sleep, noisy every day, bite when she sees someone, dare to ask the Taoist to help."
A middle-aged peasant took out half a string of copper coins from his sleeve and put it on the table tremblingly.
"Where is Wang Guling located," Mo Wen asked casually.
The farmer hurriedly raised his hand and pointed north, "It's not far from here, but it's only seven or eight miles away." ” Mo Wen listened to the words and felt the breath of the north, and soon had a plan in his heart, "After making the righteous and evil, he likes the heat and fears the cold."
"Exactly, exactly."
The farmer nodded busily.
"But I can't stand up straight," Mo asked again and again.
"Exactly, ask the Taoist to make a move."
The peasant fell to his knees and kowtowed to help.
"Go back and sprinkle the ring of wine with sulfur outside the house, and then find three miles west from where Ling Zheng is, and dig two feet into the ground to see a big gray snake, and kill it to make Zheng heal himself."
Mo Wen threw the half-hanging copper coin back to the farmer, waved his hand and said, "Go." ” The latter was skeptical, put the coin back on the table, thanked him, and turned to go out.
Mo Wen turned his head and glanced at Nameless, Nameless understood, took the copper coin and chased him out.
"What is the matter with the good man looking for me?"
Mo asked the other person, who was about fifty years old, dressed in shabby but neat clothes, and at first sight he concluded that this man was a pedantic pedant.
The old man bent down when he heard this, "Dao Chief, the little girl has been very strange these days, I am afraid that there is something unclean to possess her, I dare to ask the Dao Chief to go to save her when it is convenient, the old man has no long things, the family is surrounded by walls, and he can't take out a thank you gift, only incense is made day and night for the Taoist chief to seek blessings and accumulate virtue." ” "I don't know where the treasure of good people is," Mo asked, got up and returned the salute.
"Thirty miles to the southeast, Yangliuzhuang is."
The old man said.
Mo Wen was distracted and found that there was no demonic and ghostly atmosphere in the southeast thirty miles.
"What's wrong with love?"
Mo asked.
"I don't think about eating, I sigh every day, I don't answer when I talk to her, and I don't think about tea and rice in recent days, and I don't eat more grain."
The old man spoke.
"Ling Zhengke is still alive," Mo asked.
"Alas, the inner man died of a plague a few years ago."
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The old man sighed and said.
Mo Wen didn't ask again, took out the talisman box and drew a house purification talisman and handed it to the old man, "Stick it above the door of the main house to keep you safe." ” The old man took the talisman paper and went with a thousand thanks.
"Master, what kind of evil thing did his daughter recruit?"
asked the nameless who sent the guest back suspiciously.
"It's nothing evil, it's just a dark ghost."
Mo Wen said casually, what are the symptoms of the old man's encounter, it is clearly a girl who is pregnant with spring.
"I don't know what the good people are here for," Mo asked, turning his gaze at the last old man in brocade.
"Dao Chief," the old man said, looking at the door.
Mo Wen turned his head to look at Nameless, who walked to the door and closed the door.
The old man in brocade put down his burden and took out a wooden box from the bag, and after opening it, there were five pieces of horseshoe gold.
"Dao Chief, this is a little sesame oil money, you take it first."
The old man placed the wooden box on the table.
Horseshoe gold began in the Han Dynasty, the weight of each ingot is different, the lightest of these ingots is about 100 taels, five ingots of gold is 500 taels, which is not a small amount in the people.
Seeing that this person took out so much gold, Mo Wen began to look at this person again, this person was about sixty years old, tall, with a large nose and a wide forehead, wearing a black, red and blue robe, wearing a four-cornered crown hat on his head, and many accessories on his body.
"Where does the good man come from, and what is the matter with me?"
Mo asked, and when this man arrived, he immediately offered a huge amount of gold, which made him feel good about him, not because of the amount of gold, but because the person knew the size.
Moreover, this person's personal visit is also very sincere.
"The old man's surname is Huang, he is a native of this Lindong Village, who runs a rice shop in the state capital on weekdays, and this time he returned to his hometown to worship his ancestors and take refuge."
The old man bowed and said.
"Where do the good men say about encountering evil begins?"
Mo asked, before he had asked the purpose of the visitor, and this person was talking about encountering evil.
The old man surnamed Huang couldn't ask Mo Wen when he heard the words, and his face was embarrassed, and he stopped talking.
"My master doesn't value gold and silver at all, and he has something to say."
Nameless urged, he often sleeps in the wild on weekdays, and finally found a stable place to stay but was entangled by these people and couldn't sleep, so Nameless was very unhappy.
"Think about it."
The old man whispered.
Mo Wen nodded when he heard this, turned to look at the square crown worn by this person, and found that the lower edge of the crown and hat worn by this person was pressed very low, which was undoubtedly to hide something.
After the old man finished speaking, he fell into hesitation again, and after a long time, he raised his hand and took off his hat, and it turned out to be a bald head.
"Are you a monk?"
asked Nameless.
Hearing this, the old man hurriedly put his hat back on, and waved his hand at Nameless again and again, "The Taoist chief is quiet, the Huang family has been in business for generations, how can the old man be a monk, and the lack of hair on the top is being teased by monsters." ” "The scar on your head is also burned by a monster for you," the nameless ninja is not stopped.
"Exactly."
The old man was crying.
"Explain cause and effect."
Mo Wen also wanted to laugh, but he didn't show it, because he knew that the owner of the grain shop surnamed Huang was scared to death at this time, this is Liangguo, and the monk is going to be killed.
"This matter also has to start from last month, the old decay has a rice shop, there is a little grain in the warehouse, every year to the time of the green and yellow will set up a porridge shop, two meals of porridge in the meridian for disaster relief, when it is spring and summer, the porridge shop is open again, and the hungry people in the four miles and eight towns are rushing to eat porridge.
Thousands of households help one family, one family helps thousands of households, this year there are too many hungry people, coupled with the limited surplus food, the porridge shop is only open for seven days.
In the past few days, a monk will come to beg for food at night, and the family will secretly give soup to him when they see him pitiful, and give him a few days ago, and then see that he always goes, for fear of being noticed by the government, they will not allow them to give porridge to the monk under the pretext of the old decay, and refuse to give the monk porridge and rice, I never thought that the monk was a goblin, and I could hear the nonsense of the soup servant and believe it to be true, and I went to my house that night to shave off all the old decay hair, and also burned a few scars for the old decay with the red-hot copper coin.
The old man said sadly, nameless to listen to interesting, and when the old man finished speaking, he said with a smile, "No wonder your ring scar is round on the outside and square on the inside." ” "Don't laugh at the little road chief, if the old decay is noticed by the government, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep this master."
The old man took a few steps back, sat down on the wooden chair on the east side, and sighed.
"Have you ever seen the monk's face?"
asked Mo Wen.
"The old man was not present at the time of the soup kitchen, because the monster went at night, and the servants of the soup porridge did not see it clearly, and it was also dark when it went to the old house to commit the murder, and the old man was so hard to get up that it was difficult to open his eyes, and he never saw it."
The old man said.
"You can't see nothing."
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Mo asked.
"That's, that's, according to the servant of the scourge master, this man has a very strange appearance, very different from ordinary people."
The old man said again.
Mo Wen Wenyan felt a pang in his heart, could it be that this person was the Peacock King he was looking for on this trip.
"Have you ever heard him speak?"
Mo asked.
"No, that monster made a chaotic voice and couldn't speak."
The old man shook his head and said.
"Then how do you know he's a monster change," Mo asked again.
Although many clues show that the monster in the old man's mouth is very similar to the monk Peacock King, there are also doubts in this matter, that is, the Peacock King will not be so foolish, and the Peacock King is a real monk, and he will not shave his head just because the other party does not have porridge and rice with him.
"This monster has a method of fixing people, the old man once looked for a high gong Taoist to go to descend it, and every time it was fixed and teased, pity those Taoist chiefs, and the demon was shaved off by the monster instead of being a Taoist bun."
The old man sighed heavily.
"It often goes there to do evil," Mo Wen asked with a frown.
"Seven days, seven days to shave once, the old decay tried his best to prevent it, so he could only flee back to the old house for refuge":