Start: Summon a Daji

Even if you fulfill the little devil's demands, the little devil's demands will become bigger and bigger in the future, until your family is ruined!

In this world, there are causes and effects, and cause and effect are connected. If you don't want the effect, you have to give it back. "

"Didn't the Taoist say that?" The Patriarch had already thought of something.

The old Taoist nodded and said, "That's right! Distribute all the money you've earned over the years. It's best to use it to help the poor, so that the karma between you and the kid will fade."

"Master Dao, is there no other way?" The head of the family was very embarrassed. Although he was stealing other people's fortune, he still earned it by himself in his feelings. It is not easy to disperse all the family wealth.

"Whether money is important or life is important, the owner needs to weigh it himself."

"I will consider it carefully, but please stay in the shabby room for a few more days."

In this regard, the master and apprentice got the right to live in the mansion for free.

Late at night.

In the room, Qin Feng asked the old man puzzledly: "Master, how do you know that something is going to happen in this house?"

"There's a lot of resentment here, it's weird if you can't see it." Li Xiuyuan rolled his eyes. At this moment, he finally took a good bath, which was so comfortable.

Qin Feng pinched his neck and said: "Okay, you really are hiding something!"

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die... The traitor, let go quickly, I'm going to be strangled to death by you as a teacher." The old Taoist repeatedly begged for mercy, and Qin Feng let go of his hand, and asked a curious question, "Master, is it true that Patriarch Xie really only has family wealth?" Dispersed to break the disaster? It's a pity."

"The ill-gotten gains should be scattered! What a pity!"

The old Taoist stroked his few beards, and said profoundly: "A mere brat, it's not good! There are ways, but why should I help him?

Besides, even if I help him get rid of the kid completely, he won't live for a few years. "

"Why?"

"This "Five Ghosts' Lucky Fortune Technique" is a technique that is immoral and life-threatening. The longer it is used, the more harmful it will be.

I've also heard that there are experts who help, get rid of the little devil, and finally give birth to an heir. Guess what? "

Qin Feng asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

"Hehe, the descendants have been poor for three generations! Such crooked tricks not only borrow the wealth of others, but more importantly, borrow the wealth of the descendants. This is irreversible.

So ah, you have to be upright!Everything depends on yourself!

Tian Xingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement

... "

Under the earnest teaching of the old Taoist who was comparable to a lullaby, Qin Feng successfully fell asleep and slept very soundly.

This is nonsense. Anyone who sleeps in the open for so long, in addition to guarding against plague snakes and insects, must also be wary of mountain ghosts and wild monsters like nightmare apes. Suddenly, there is a big bed and a warm quilt, and he can sleep well. Delicious.

Closer to home!

The next day, Qin Feng and Lao Dao bid farewell to this family. Before leaving, Patriarch Xie brought a large plate of gold to thank Lao Dao for his life-saving grace.

The old Taoist refused to accept what he said, and in the end he only wanted ten taels of silver.

If this result is known to other people, I'm afraid they will laugh out loud, ten taels?The leftovers that the Xie family throws away every day are worth more than ten taels of silver?

But in the end, the old man still only collected ten taels. On the way, Qin Feng asked: "Master, I finally got a chance to earn money. Why did you only take ten taels of silver?"

Of course, ten taels of silver is already a huge sum of money for the two of them, the master and the apprentice!But for the Xie family, ten taels of silver is just one hair on the body of nine cows.

The old Taoist sneered: "This silver is stained with sin, it is ill-gotten wealth, the more I take, the more sinful fate I will have."

"Since it's a bad fate, you still accept it?"

"Why? I've worked so hard, why don't I give you money?" The old man shouted loudly, with a very excited expression, and counted with his fingers: "It's okay for me to be alone before, but now I have more than you, and I get more money every day." How much will it cost?"

"Hehe! Money fan!"

Qin Feng sighed, the old man was really embarrassed to say it, and all the money was used to buy wine for him.

No, as soon as I got the ten taels of silver, I went to the tavern to exchange for a catty of the top-quality Fenjiu, and there were only seven taels left in an instant.

After walking for a day, when the sun was setting, the master and apprentice settled down in a small village.

I saw a man with a very different appearance and a dull expression, kneeling towards a group of people.

He kept kowtowing, but no one responded.

Qin Feng could tell at a glance that this person was probably the "Mr. Tree" in the village. Judging from his expression and expression, he was a disabled person with defects in intelligence, language and body.

The old Taoist stepped forward and pulled him up, and asked: "There is gold under the man's knees, why do you kneel down?"

Mr. Shu couldn't understand what the old man said, he just repeated to himself: "Mother is dead, mother is dead..."

His accent was very vague, and if it wasn't for the old Taoist who carefully identified it, he might not be able to understand it.

Mr. Shu's face was full of tears. He thought that the old man didn't understand, so he knelt down to him and kowtowed again.

"Go, take me to see your mother."

The old Taoist didn't say much, Mr. Shu took the two of them to his house, and when they arrived at the place, they found two "Mr. Trees" with the same expression and behavior sitting at the door.

These two Mr. Trees are really brain-dead, the kind with no IQ at all.

One was smirking at the sky, and the other was lying on the ground, imitating a dog barking.

And in this dilapidated old earthen house, an old woman with white hair and a kind complexion was lying quietly on the bed, dead for a long time.

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After staying up until two o'clock, I finally finished writing the fifth watch, and went to bed!

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Qin Feng stepped forward and took a look. The old woman was thin and unhuman, with only a cloth covered with pudding wrapped around her body. The wrinkles on her face were telling the traces of time.

She walked very peacefully, not as if she died unexpectedly, but as if she was dying.

"dirty..."

When Mr. Shu shouted dirty, Qin Feng thought he was reminding himself that the house was dirty.

The old Taoist shook his head and sighed, "He wants us to bury his mother!"

then,

Qin Feng and the old Taoist went to buy a coffin, and after putting the old woman's skinny remains in it, the master and apprentice solemnly recited the reincarnation sutra for an entire hour.

After doing all this, Qin Feng learned about the family's background from the villagers.

The dead old woman's nickname was Axiang, and Axiang was also beautiful when she was young. It happened that he had a cousin who was also quite talented.

Because the ancients didn't know much about the harm brought by close relatives, this led to the children born to the couple, without exception, with congenital mental defects.

The youngest third son, the Mr. Tree whom Qin Feng met kowtowing at the entrance of the village, has a little IQ, and the other two are completely unable to take care of themselves.

However, fate always likes to play tricks on the poor. Axiang's husband fell off a cliff and died more than ten years ago. Axiang, a widow, took care of her three sons alone. In a blink of an eye, 20 years have passed!

What made Qin Feng even more sad was that he found three jars of chestnut rice and dried beans in the cellar of the hut.

Ah Xiang only ate wild vegetables on weekdays, and she saved the millet over time and left it to her three sons. She was probably afraid that after she left, the three silly sons would starve to death if they were left unattended.

For this reason, I also specially taught the less stupid one to cook, not how delicious the rice is, but as long as it is cooked.

"Thanks..."

Mr. Shu knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the two of them non-stop, and took out a bag of Dao food and handed it to Qin Feng and Lao Dao as a reward.

The old man hesitated for a moment, took the food, and was about to hand over his whole body of silver to the other party when Qin Feng stopped him.

The old man looked at Qin Feng puzzled, and Qin Feng said: "Let's not talk about whether he knows silver or not, and whether he knows how to use it. Even if he does, he will inevitably be deceived by evil businessmen when buying and selling silver."

The old man made sense after thinking about it, so he went to the nearby market and exchanged all the silver for grain.

The master and apprentice stored all the grain in the cellar.

"Now, Pindao, I have no money at all."

Although the old man complained, his face was filled with a smile.

Qin Feng said with emotion: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

The next day.

When it was just dawn, Qin Feng and the old Taoist buried the coffin in the mourning hall in a Fengshui place not far from the village.

The old Taoist took a sip of the wine from the gourd, smashed his mouth and said: "Teacher, there is a folk legend.

It is said that people who have suffered all their lives in this life are hard-to-come by the immortals in the sky.

You will be among the immortals in your next life, believe it or not? "

"I believe!"

"I believe it too."

The old man's smile was the same as before, and when he smiled, his front teeth leaked out, which looked a little funny.

"The legend is true, then Grandma Ah Xiang, maybe she will be carefree in her next life?"

Qin Feng thought so in his heart.

After that, Qin Feng and the old Taoist master and apprentice left the village.

Before leaving, Mr. Shu stayed at the entrance of the village, knelt and kowtowed, and ignored the bleeding on his forehead.

Until, the two had gone far away and disappeared from his sight.

He has a stupid mouth and can't say high-sounding and touching words; his family is poor and there are no gifts that can be given; he only knows how to thank his benefactor in the most primitive and sincere way.

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Jiuge City.

The most prosperous city that Qin Feng and Lao Dao have encountered since their travels.

The autumn wind blows over the green tiles and red walls, the abrupt cornices, the high and flying shop signboards, the shimmering cars and horses, and the endless stream of pedestrians, all of which set off the bustling and lively city.

This place is called Jiuge City, and according to modern terms, it is the capital city of a province.

On both sides of the street are teahouses, taverns, pawnshops and workshops.There are still many small vendors with big umbrellas in the open space on both sides of the street.