My master is invincible

Chapter 5 Zhongxie
This scene shocked Lao Wang and others. Lao Wang wrapped me in his arms, pinched me hard, and said anxiously: "Jiuzi, you are so young, don't scare me!"

"Could it be that you have been bewitched by an evil spirit?" said one of the Eight Immortals next to him.

Hearing this, Lao Wang's face became tense, he took out a piece of nanmu, beat it on my Tanzhong acupoint a few times, and said: "This is too evil, take it back to the village quickly, and invite the old scholar to take a look!"

The old scholar that Lao Wang talked about is a famous lazy man in our village, and the only one who knows how to do things in our village. He is almost a hundred years old, and his body is very strong. When he was young, he wanted to learn Taoism and refused to work in the fields. I didn't finish my studies, but I passed the age of marriage, and I was single all my life, and my life was extremely poor. I depended on the villagers of our village to help me, so I survived.

Fortunately, the old scholar usually reads a lot of books and knows a lot about nature. When there are weddings and ceremonies near our village, he always likes to ask him to find an auspicious day, and occasionally invite him to look at Fengshui, and he also happens to take this opportunity to hold a tooth-beating ceremony.

As for the title of the scholar, according to his own statement, he was a scholar during the Xuantong period, but he lost his fame because of the fall of the Qing Dynasty. People in our village have mixed opinions on this.However, we saw that he was getting old and didn't want to argue with him, so we admitted his status as a scholar.

Lao Wang and a group of Eight Immortals carried me back to the village. When my father saw my situation, he burst into tears. He didn't dare to let my mother know my situation, so he carried me directly to the door of the old scholar.

However, my father was a sensible person, so he didn't blame Lao Wang, but comforted Lao Wang, told him not to blame himself, and expressed his gratitude to the other Eight Immortals, persuaded them to leave, and left Lao Wang to help.

The door of the old scholar's house was closed tightly, and the old scholar's unique voice of "Zhe Ye" came from inside. When the father heard this voice, he suddenly became angry. Now that his son is alive or dead, the old guy is still interested in thinking about this thing.

Ignoring Lao Wang's tugging, he kicked on the top of the door. The wooden door was originally old, so it must not be able to withstand his father's foot, and a crack was broken with a bang.

Perhaps it was because the father made too much noise, and as soon as he stepped down, a human voice came from the old scholar's yard. It was the old scholar's voice: "What kind of son of a bitch, knock on the devil's door in broad daylight!"

After a while, the old scholar came to the gate and saw that the gate of his house had been kicked. Without saying a word, he turned around and returned home. In less than a minute, he ran over angrily with a hatchet , "Chen Dazhuang, you son of a bitch, what did I do to you? How dare you attack the door of my house? I'll see how I beat you, you reckless man!"

Seeing the old scholar holding the hatchet, his father admitted his cowardice, and knelt down in front of the old scholar with a sullen head, saying: "Old scholar, you must save my nine-year-old son, he is foaming at the mouth when he lifts the coffin."

"Are you here to invite this old man, or... are you planning to kill someone to silence him?" The old scholar was worried about his father's door, so his tone was not so good.

Lao Wang hurriedly stepped forward, took down the hatchet from the old scholar's hand, and said: "Old scholar, you are always calm. You are a person with real skills. Don't worry about Lao Chen. He kicked it because of his love for his son." At the gate of your house, you always hurry to see Jiu Yazi, after I’m done, I’ll fix the gate for you, and I’ll make you a few bottles of good wine.”

Hearing this, the old scholar finally showed a smile on his previously calm face, stroked his white beard, which was not much on his chin, and said: "You are the only one who can talk, so bring him in and let the old man have a look. "

My father glanced at Lao Wang gratefully, and the two of them carried me in after a lot of trouble. Lao Wang told the old scholar some of the things he encountered while carrying the coffin, even the six Ding Liujia things were truthful explained.

The old scholar nodded after hearing this, pondered for a while, and cursed: "One-eyed dragon, you are trying to kill people. Thanks to you carrying so many coffins, why don't you have any common sense? Do you know the birth date of the deceased? What do you know?" The zodiac coincides with the deceased? The old man sees that you have fallen into the eyes of money."

Still not relieved after scolding, the old scholar picked up a stick and pointed it at Lao Wang, and threw himself on him, literally.

Lao Wang was not angry, he knelt down with a plop, and said, "The burial was too urgent, and I didn't come to ask you in time. I'm sorry for Lao Chen, and I'm sorry for Jiu Yazi!" .

The father helped Lao Wang up from the side, looked nervously at the old scholar and asked, "Is there any way to save Jiu Yazi?"

The old scholar glared at his father and Lao Wang, and asked his father to prepare half a bucket of rice and stir it with a half bucket of urine.

My father didn't dare to be negligent, so he quickly found these things, and the whole room was filled with stench in an instant, and the old scholar ordered my father to pour the things over my head.

Strange to say, with the feces dripping on my head, I woke up leisurely, then slowly opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Lao Wang's haggard face, and then my father's slightly swollen eyes, When their eyes met theirs, their expressions immediately turned into surprise.

"Wake up, wake up!"

My head was a little dizzy, and I felt like I had collapsed. I didn't even have the strength to raise my hand, so I asked feebly, "Why... so stinky?"

Lao Wang was about to say something, but was stopped by the old scholar, he said: "One-eyed dragon, you need to go to the cemetery to dig up the new grave, and then pour a few barrels of shit. Go to the tomb, otherwise the deceased will trouble Jiu Yazi."

"If you do this, the tomb will be useless, isn't it a bit extreme?" After hearing this, Old Wang asked uncertainly.

The old scholar glared at him and said, "This is the only way. You can do it or not. This old man has no other way."

I don’t know if Lao Wang filled the tomb with feces, but I know that that night I dreamed of a woman who demanded my life with a hideous face, saying that I made her die without peace and that sooner or later she would suffer retribution.

The next day, my father brought me two bottles of baijiu to see the old scholar to express his gratitude. I don’t know what happened, but the old scholar declined politely. You must know that he is usually addicted to alcohol. Later, I heard from Lao Wang that he The baijiu sent over was also rejected by the old scholar.

My father thought that the old scholar didn't like the courtesy enough, so he took the 700 yuan I earned from carrying the coffin and went to the town. After deducting the money for buying medicine for my mother, there was still about [-] yuan left, and I bought two bottles of high-end liquor , It is said to be high-end, but it is actually a bottle of liquor that costs about [-] yuan, but, for my family, this wine is indeed the most high-end liquor.

Unexpectedly, the old scholar didn't even bother to open the door this time, so he sent his father away. Although his father sometimes had a bad temper, he was a man who knew how to repay his kindness. He thought he owed the old scholar his life, so he must give some Things are at ease, so let me squat at the door of the old scholar, and tell me that I must give this high-end liquor to the old scholar.

(End of this chapter)