[Shuili Village under the jurisdiction of Fucheng].
Qi WuHuo looked at the address left by the murdered young girl, and still went out through the door as a cover-up. But when he walked out of the door, he turned around and saw the city gate. There was a very majestic tower above the city's main entrance. At the highest place in the hall, there were majestic bronze statues of mythical beasts lying on the left and right, which were Chao Feng and Jiao Tu.
Chao Feng likes to look far away, while Jiao Tu hates enemies entering their lair.
There are many statues on the city gate tower.
But Qi WuHuo always feels that the Chao Feng statue on the main gate of Zhongzhou is a little strange.
It always felt like he was alive, and he seemed to have glanced at himself just now.
Then he immediately turned his head away.
Now my eyes are looking straight at the clouds over there.
'Illusion?'
Young Daoist was surprised, and then noticed that Chao Feng was staring at him.
He bowed slightly in the direction of the statue.
Then I saw that Chao Feng seemed to be shaking a few times, and his eyeballs were obviously slanted. Although he was obviously a stone carving, he seemed to have a stiff feeling.
"It is indeed a big city in Zhongzhou, different from the dream."
Qi WuHuo thought about it and recorded this matter in his heart.
The method of immediately rotating the earth, following the direction recorded by Jade Book given by Elder Tao, you don't have to worry about losing your way even if you rely on the earth veins, Central Province Prefecture City, It is the most prosperous place in the entire Zhongzhou. Even among the empires, it is only inferior to the Capital City Imperial Capital. The people who can live in the city [fang] only occupy a small part, and most of them are in the villages outside.
There are still divisions like villages, towns, townships, and li.
Shuili Village is not too far from Fucheng.
It is a village based on a river near Fucheng. It was built close to the water. When Qi WuHuo went there, it was still early and the river flow seemed to be slower in winter. The whole village was considered affluent and people could be seen coming and going. The expressions on their faces were happy and joyful. Many families had already posted couplets and were ready for the New Year.
Young Daoist saw a old man sitting on a lounge chair, lazily basking in the rare warm sunshine in winter.
So he stepped forward to inquire, using what young girl said to him at that time as evidence, and only said that he was someone who knew young girl, and was entrusted to come to this village. The old gentleman still held a book in his hand, looked up at him, and said, "You are talking about Zheng Xiu's house. Her daughter has been lost for a long time, and there is still news coming back?"
"May I ask the old gentleman, where is her home now?"
"Her home? This, hey, things are complicated, young Daoist, just come with me, I will lead you."
The old gentleman shook his head, put the book in his hand aside, and then motioned for Qi WuHuo to follow him forward.
While chatting, Qi WuHuo learned that this old gentleman once studied and passed the exam Xiucai Scholar, but he had been unhappy in his official career. He returned to his hometown when he was old, and read and admired flowers every day. He also taught children how to read. He was very happy. He mentioned the missing child again and lamented for a long time, saying that he had taught her to read and write, but he never thought that he would suddenly disappear.
The old gentleman walked to a door, suddenly stopped, looked at Qi Wuhuo, and said, "Little Daoist priest, tell me."
"Has the child already..."
old man hesitated to speak.
Seeing young Daoist's expression, I already guessed something, but I just sighed.
He patted the door and shouted, "Xiaolian, Xiaolian?" I called several times, but no one answered, so I opened the door and motioned for Qi WuHuo to come in. The yard seemed to be an ordinary farmhouse. Originally, the land on one side should be cultivated and planted with some vegetables, but it was already deserted. There was dust everywhere in the yard, and there were weeds. It was obviously the New Year, but there seemed to be no preparations.
The old man patted the door, and after a while someone's voice came out.
A person groped out from the door, young girl's mother, who must have been less than forty years old. But now she looked haggard and shabby. Most of her black hair had turned white, and the remaining black hair was also withered, like withered grass after autumn--
The roots have been broken, there is no nutrients, and the vitality has dissipated like fluttering leaves.
The old man sighed.
His expression was gloomy.
"I hugged her when she was little."
"When she was born, I was your age. I was still studying at a young age. Watching her grow up, I never thought she would become like this."
The old man whispered to Qi WuHuo.
The woman just said, "Ah, is it Old Brother Zhou?"
"You came to me. Did you find my girl? Or do you know the news about her?!"
The woman said expectantly, but her eyes were dull and she was looking in the wrong direction. Qi WuHuo did not ask, but just said, "I have news about her..."
"Ah!"
When the woman heard this, she became excited and stepped forward, but she bumped into the table next to her. Things fell down with a crash. She stumbled and fell to her knees. However, she just stretched out her hands to grab Qi WuHuo's hand that she wanted to support. Her voice was almost choked and she said:
"Thank God, thank God!"
"Thank you Bodhisattva, thank you Buddha, thank you Jade Emperor, my daughter, daughter..."
She cried loudly.
The old man was about to say that this is a Daoist priest. How can you say that he is Buddha Bodhisattva if you want to thank him?
Young Daoist knelt down half-kneeling, gently supported the wrinkled palms with both hands, and replied with a gentle voice:
"Well, the Bodhisattva will bless her... and he will bless you too." The woman seemed to have suffered a huge shock, cried loudly, and then fell asleep. Qi WuHuo opened the door, and even the smell in her nostrils felt like it was about to slowly decay. He helped the young girl mother back to the bed.
Then feel his pulse.
The old gentleman stood nearby.
Qi WuHuo After a long time, he raised his hand and said, "I already have a stubborn illness in my body... and grief hurt my body, Primordial Spirit is very exhausted; I also eat very little, and my body's vitality has been greatly depleted... my vitality is severely injured, and I need to rest peacefully, otherwise, I'm afraid I won't live long."
"It's just her eyes."
Qi WuHuo looked at the old man.
old man said, "... She was not in good health at first, and then she had to endure it in order to support her eldest daughter. You know, many people in the village were reluctant to go to the doctor when they got sick, so they endured the pain, and then they got sick. The daughter finally got older and asked us to help find a good in-law. But later, the daughter pushed back in order to see a doctor for her, saying that if she went there, it would be too far away from home."
"Her husband's family didn't want her to go there either, and they even had a few big fights."
"Later, the girl disappeared."
"Her mother dragged her body to look for it. She looked and looked for it. She looked for it for several months without finding it. Her body was so weak that she couldn't walk. She had to cry. She cried and cried until her eyes went blind."
"But I don't dare to die yet."
"I'm afraid my daughter won't be able to find me when she comes back one day."
"Just hold on tight, we'll bring her some food, she'll come and eat."
"That's how it is with people. No matter how hard it is and if you don't want to die, you will always have to endure it."
The old man is talking.
Qi WuHuo was quiet for a long time. He stretched out his hand and pointed out, and just touched the acupoints on the woman on the bed in an instant. In an instant, even old man felt that her breath had become calmer, and the young man seemed to look a little pale. old man was surprised and said, "This is..."
Qi WuHuo said, "The so-called acupuncture is basically to strengthen the righteousness and drive away evil spirits."
"In this case, it is a more direct and simple method to use my Qi as a needle to stimulate its own vitality."
"I will help her regain her strength here and recuperate her body before leaving."
old man watched the young man perform acupuncture, but couldn't help but asked, "Are you related to her?"
The Daoist replied, "It doesn't matter."
"Then why did you do it to this extent?"
Qi WuHuo replied, "Promise."
"Also, the person who harmed her daughter is a Daoist priest, and he can be considered a Daoist disciple after all."
"That's how it should be..."
The old man was even more confused and asked:
"I am a Daoist disciple, what does it have to do with you?"
Young Daoist did not answer, and in the end just smiled gently:
"My cultivation level is low."
"It's just that if I can help, I'm just helping. It doesn't matter."
There is a roll of white paper in his sleeves, with countless people's experiences written on it. He once lamented that a person's life and death were just a line of text and a little mark of ink. But now that he came here, he knew that that little bit of text and a little mark of abrasion carry so much weight.
Young Daoist helped clean up this messy house, and the old man also helped.
It ended up being much cleaner and looking brand new.
The old man sighed, "It's rare to celebrate the New Year, so I brought some red paper couplets here, and I have to write a post about the Kitchen God."
He went to get the red paper and Qi WuHuo picked up the pen to write.
The young man wrote a couplet, and the old man couldn't help but applaud and praise, saying, "What a good word, what a good word!"
"I can write better than the old man. Come on, come on, you can also write this Stove Lord's post."
Qi WuHuo Pick up the pen.
The events and emotions experienced by Yellow Millet Dream are gradually being forgotten, but the things he once mastered have truly survived. The practitioner's control over the body allowed him to use the calligraphy of Master WuHuo, so he wrote a text post with prayers and blessings, hoping that the Kitchen God can bless this poor man in the next year.
The old man admired the young man's writing and suddenly shook his head and said with a smile, "I wrote it wrong. I wrote it wrong."
"Huh?"
Qi WuHuo looked down, but didn't see a single word that was wrong.
The old man pointed with his finger and said with a smile, "Look, it's been Jingyun Era for five years, why do you still write Jingyun Era for four years?"
"Jingyun Era five years? But..."
Young Daoist was stunned, he clearly remembered that when he left, he had to celebrate the Jingyun Era fourth year of the New Year.
At that time, I was chatting with Li Puyü's uncle and he mentioned <Edict of Ascension> three years ago.
old man saw that he didn't believe it, so he couldn't help laughing and said, "Young man, don't think that I can't remember clearly when I get old."
"<Edict of Ascension> was promulgated four years ago. Old man, I got the benefits and was able to return home. How could I not remember it clearly?"
Four years ago?<Edict of Ascension>
Qi WuHuo was stunned. Countless possibilities flashed through his mind in an instant. He obviously hadn't left for that long.
Putting aside the experience on that island, the time spent on the boat was only one day and one night. How could it last for a year?
His thoughts suddenly paused.
I thought of today's sloppy fortune teller's sneer and that half-smiling expression.
'Yesterday?'
'If it were yesterday, nothing happened young Daoist.'
Young Daoist A ridiculous idea came to mind.
"I meditated on that river for a full year?!"
That's when he realized this.
It's as if Obstacle of Knowledge and Perception was broken.
The vitality in the body suddenly began to change.
Several turns, and then--
Skyrocketing!