My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

Chapter 83 Meeting the Master in the Village

On this day, in the morning, at the entrance of Zhaojia Village.

"This Taoist priest, you must help us take a good look." Zhao Guangyuan bowed his waist, his face was respectful, and his eyes showed flattery.

The veteran beside him has triangular eyes, a swollen nose, thick lips, and a mouth full of big yellow teeth. His appearance is remarkable.

The Taoist robe on his body was full of stains, and the dust whisk in his hand was also dirty. Overall, he looked like he hadn't bathed all year round, and he didn't know how long he had traveled outside.

If Zhang Hao was here, he would definitely recognize that this old man was the one who counted his marriage.

At this time, the old Taoist waved his fly whisk in his hand, and held the pinch formula with one hand, facing the direction of the mountain, his thick lips moved up and down, as if he was muttering something.

After a long time, his triangular eyes narrowed: "The fox in this mountain barks..."

Zhao Guangyuan was shocked and listened carefully: "Master, what do you say?"

He invited this old man from the town. It is said that he is very good at fortune-telling, and he is also a master of Fengshui.

In the past two days, no matter day or night, the group of foxes on the mountain seemed to be crazy, barking non-stop, and it was even worse at night, as if they were in a hurry. He is also afraid that one day he is doing farm work, and the fox will go down the mountain.

The most important thing is that it's useless for Zhang's boy to set up that fairy temple. Those foxes are still barking and have no intention of stopping.

There are several other families in the same situation as his family, so I asked him to go to the town to ask a priest to see what happened to the fox on the mountain.

The old Taoist squinted his eyes, stroked his blackened white beard, and muttered, "Foxes are making trouble in the mountains, this is an ominous omen!"

Zhao Guangyuan's face was pale, his mouth was wide open, and he didn't speak.

The old Taoist glanced at his expression, and continued: "Look at your village, which is backed by mountains, with no water in front and no mountains on both sides. This is a terrain where wealth is scattered but not gathered. Land, so there has never been a rich and powerful person in your village, am I right?"

Zhao Guangyuan nodded again and again: "You are right, Master, our village is full of peasants, not to mention rich and powerful, they are all poor."

The old man nodded contentedly.

Sure enough, it was as he had guessed.

How could there be rich and powerful people in this village in the mountains? Even if they did, they would have to leave the village, and as long as they left the village, even the rich and powerful would not be able to come back.

So how can this be true.

"Then...then what's going on with this fox barking?" Zhao Guangyuan asked.

The old Taoist stroked his beard, sighed and shook his head: "You also know that the fox is one of the five immortals and needs to be worshiped and incensed by people, but you people in the village have no one to worship. Fa Shi, and then you are building a fox temple, and you can worship incense day and night..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Guangyuan scratched his head and asked doubtfully, "Build a fox temple?"

"Well, what's the matter? But do you think what the poor Taoist said is a lie?" the old Taoist asked.

Zhao Guangyuan shook his head hastily, raised his finger and pointed behind a wall at the entrance of the village: "There is a fox temple there..."

Old Daoist: ? ? ?
Staring at the triangular eyes, I really saw a small three-story building less than one meter high behind a wall. I took a closer look, and judging from the rough appearance, there was also the small hole and the three-story building. Among the small buildings, there is an exquisite fox statue on the second and third floors.

There were still tribute fruits outside, and behind the incense burner and incense sticks, the old Taoist was completely stunned.

hiss.

This... is wrong!
In other words, I knew it was a fool.

"Who built this temple?" The old Taoist could only bite the bullet and ask.

Without hesitation, Zhao Guangyuan said, "It's a young man from our village who talks about it all day long."

The old Taoist stroked his beard, squinted his triangular eyes, and was thinking about how to round up the words, when he heard Zhao Guangyuan say again: "No, Daoist, it's that kid!"

The old Taoist raised his head when he heard the words, and was taken aback for a while when he looked in the direction he was pointing.

On the dirt road leading to the village road, a young man came face to face. The young man looked quite handsome, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, but his complexion was dark, which may be the reason for the year-round farming. At this moment, this man was wearing a simple T-shirt. T-shirt, black jeans, and slippers, as if he was just wandering around with nothing to do.

The corner of the old man's eyes twitched, and he immediately recognized this young man, the young man who asked him for marriage a few days ago.

At that time, the young man's calculation of the time was very weird, and he got married in the middle of the night. At that time, the old Taoist suspected that the young man might be married to the ghost, but after realizing it, the young man had already left, so it was difficult for him to catch up .

Unexpectedly, he would meet this young man here today, which is considered a kind of fate...

While thinking about it, Zhang Hao came up to Zhao Guangyuan, looked at Zhao Guangyuan and said, "Uncle Guangyuan? What are you doing here?"

Zhao Guangyuan waved his hand: "Hey, haven't those foxes been barking these two days? When we got together, we wanted to find a master from the town to show us."

Zhang Hao nodded thoughtfully, then turned his head to look at the old Taoist: "Then this is the invited master...Huh? It's you, master."

He also recognized that this was the master who counted the time for him.

I have to say that I don't know if this master is capable or not, but the calculation of the birth date is quite correct. The foxes really got married at that time, which saved him a lot of trouble.

"This little brother, I met you here today. It's really fate." The old man stroked his beard, waved the whisk in his hand, and asked, "You built this fox temple?"

Zhang Hao nodded: "Exactly, what does the Taoist think?"

"Very good, very good." The old man said vaguely, his triangular eyes narrowed again, thinking of words.

Then, the old Taoist looked at Zhao Guangyuan and said: "Since this little brother has built a fox temple, I will do a ritual later, and the fox will rest in peace soon."

Zhao Guangyuan nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, master, thank you, master."

The old Taoist waved his hand and said: "Okay, now is not the time to do things, you can go home first, poor Taoist, I will wander around and chat with this little brother."

Zhao Guangyuan nodded again, and left with great interest.

Afterwards, the old man turned his attention back to Zhang Hao, and casually chatted, "Little brother, can you take me for a walk in the village?"

Zhang Hao was naturally happy: "No problem, Taoist priest, let's go."

The two walked into the village along the road at the entrance of the village.

On the way, the old Taoist looked at him stealthily, and asked with a smile: "Little brother, how was the time when the poor Taoist did the calculation last time?"

As a monk, it's fine if you don't encounter such a thing as a marriage with the ghost, but if you do, then you should persuade it or you should persuade it. After all, it is a matter that damages yin and virtue. It's not a good thing for future generations.

Therefore, it is best to stop in time.

Zhang Hao put his hands behind his back and nodded heavily: "I was just about to tell you, the Taoist priest, the time was calculated exactly right. The matter was a success, and I would like to thank the Taoist priest here."

The old Taoist waved his hands again and again: "I can't do it, I can't do it."

Seeing Zhang Hao's expression, the old man sighed silently.

Sure enough, seeing that this young man has no intention of repenting, I'm afraid he has done such things many times, so he should stay away from such people to avoid being contaminated with bad things.

The two were talking, when a middle-aged woman walked towards her, pushing a wheelchair.

Zhang Hao raised his eyes and saw that the middle-aged woman was Aunt Li, and raised his hand to say hello: "Aunt Li, you..."

When he saw the young man about his age in the wheelchair, the smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and he forced a smile and said, "You're taking Lin Zi out for a walk again."

The man in the wheelchair had his eyes closed tightly, his neck drooped weakly, and his body was tied to the wheelchair by several ropes, as if he was completely asleep.

The person bound in the wheelchair is called Gao Lin.

Aunt Li's family has two sons. The eldest son is Gao Hai, who runs the canteen and helps Zhang Hao build the Fox Temple.

The youngest son is Gao Lin.

I heard that I went to the mountains to play in the early years, and accidentally had an accident. Afterwards, I was sent to the hospital and the doctor said that my brain was injured and I became a vegetative state. Now I think it has been several years since this happened.

Since her youngest son became a vegetable, Aunt Li took her back home and maintained her youngest son's life by relying on liquid food and glucose. She massaged her youngest son all day long, kneaded her body, and helped him move around.

But even so, it was futile, just maintaining life.

After all, when he was sent to the hospital, the doctor said that this person might not be able to wake up for the rest of his life.

There were also many people who advised Aunt Li to give up the youngest son if it was impossible. Anyway, there is still the eldest son by his side, so the whole family should not be dragged down, but Aunt Li strongly opposed it and drove him away angrily.

It is because of Aunt Li's persistence and Gao Hai's silent support that Gao Lin can still live in this world as a vegetable.

At this point in his thoughts, Zhang Hao sighed silently.

In his impression, Aunt Li is a very good person, she is very kind to everyone, a good old man in the village, except for the matter of her youngest son, she has never blushed or quarreled with others in her life.

For example, when Li Siyu was young, he often helped Li Siyu.

And when he returned to the village from the city, when he was drinking all day long, Aunt Li often brought him meals and helped him tidy up the dilapidated and messy home.

It can be said that if there was no Aunt Li at that time, he might not have been able to wait for Li Siyu to come.

But he is such a good person, but he doesn't have a good life...

"Yeah, taking advantage of the good sunshine today, go out to bask in the sun, and lie at home all the time, and your body will be really useless." Aunt Li couldn't see any bitterness on her face, and she was full of smiles.

In that way, it was as if her youngest son was only in a temporary coma and would wake up one day.

Looking at Zhang Hao, she said again: "Oh, Xiao Hao, another day I will take Si Yu to my aunt's house for dinner, and Xiao Hai keeps nagging that he wants to treat you to dinner."

"Okay, ma'am, another day, another day, I will definitely take Siyu with me." Zhang Hao agreed casually.

When the two were in the wrong place.

Standing beside Zhang Hao, the old man stroked his beard, squinted his triangular eyes, looked at Gao Lin in the wheelchair, who might be suffering from an occupational disease, and asked casually: "This fellow, this young man in a wheelchair, what happened to him before What happened?"

(End of this chapter)