Soft and cute female mage

Chapter 18 Changqing has three treasures, bloody urine and fart must not be less

The children had no patience. After waiting for a while and no one came, they ran away like crazy.Only the woman sat under the tree and waited for a long time.

Fang Ling talked to her intentionally, and learned that the woman didn't seem to remember herself, nor did she remember anything about the mountain temple.

She probably had something in her mind, so the two of them waited until it was almost dark. Fang Ling was really hungry and thought that "little Shuanzi" would never come again, so he returned to the Zhu family's mansion.

Because of the practice, Fang Chang is not allowed to eat wine, meat or meat after taking a bath.

At this time, seeing Fang Ling who was so hungry, his mouth was full of oil, and his heart was very unbalanced.He hurriedly ate another two pieces of pastries and pancakes on the table, and smashed a handful of melon seeds, only to feel more comfortable.

At this time, while he was messing with the guy in the bag, he said:
"I thought you were stupid staying on the mountain, but I didn't expect you to deliver what you said in the morning. Look, that Zhu Daguan was so frightened, where did you learn this?"

Fang Ling ate and drank enough, and became a little more active.Hearing the words at this time, she put down half a handful of melon seeds Ren'er had saved in her hand and said seriously:
"I didn't scare Mr. Zhu Daguan. There is something wrong with that tree, and I encountered something even worse under that tree in the afternoon."

Fang Changqing chuckled nonchalantly.

"What's the strange thing?"

"The dead come back to life, have you ever seen it?" Fang Ling asked seriously.

"I've seen it. Not only have I seen people, I've also seen cows that were blown to death and come back to life."

Seeing that Fang Changqing said she was bragging, Fang Ling quit, and immediately retorted:
"Some 'poor ways' are just bragging! Why don't I know when my dad will still stare at me?"

Fang Changqing carefully put half a handful of melon seeds on the table into his hand, ate it in one bite, and then said with a smile:

"People in the world travel far and wide. Occasionally, it's common to take a different approach and find another way. What do you know about movies, little girl?"

Fang Ling didn't care that her father said she was a little girl, but she was curious:

"My nose is the sharpest. I walked all the way, but I didn't know where a dark ditch was buried. Your sword is so slanted, but it's strange. What kind of slant is it?"

This flattery was very secretive and not obvious, but it made Fang Changqing happy:

"Look, I just said that you are not stupid.

Zhu's house faces south, the kitchen faces northwest, and the Muma River faces southeast of the town.If you want to drain water, you can either dig a dark ditch from the back kitchen to bypass the door, or go around the back yard from the back kitchen to the southeast.

And the previous husband was indeed capable, so how could he let the secret communication pass through the front door and thus break the feng shui of Zhu's house?
They must have changed the waterway without authorization after Mr. Feng Shui was determined. "

When Fang Ling heard this, he became energetic.

"What's the matter with the flowers? I see that as soon as you mentioned this, Zhu Daguan's expression changed immediately."

Fang Changqing blushed and spat:

"Little girl, what are you doing asking about these things?"

Seeing that his father avoided answering, Fang Ling became excited, wrapped around like a piece of dog skin plaster.

Fang Changqing saw that she had been depressed recently and had finally regained her senses, so she honestly explained the whole story.

It turned out that a few days ago, Miss Betao, who sang opera on the East Street, asked him to match her horoscope.At that time, he still wondered that although the girl was an actress, she was born with a good appearance, so why did she fall in love with an old man who was over fifty years old.

It wasn't until today that the housekeeper brought him Zhu Daguan's birth date, that he suddenly realized.

Isn't it the one that Bi Tao got together a few days ago?Since it was a coincidence, in order to show his supernatural powers and convince Zhu Daguan, he clicked on him.

Fang Ling smiled and said, "Daddy was lying."

Fang Changqing was a little embarrassed.

"Like a father, like a daughter! You're the same, you're just telling nonsense. If you hadn't bluffed Mr. Zhu, I wouldn't have been able to charge more for a ceremony."

Having said this, Fang Ling became serious.

"Dad, there's something really wrong with that tree. You'd better not take it lightly."

Fang Changqing obviously didn't care, he just laughed and said:
"You just don't know! Your father and I have traveled all over the country for so many years, and we used to make a living by selling rat poison and cockroach poison.

I have observed this tree a long time ago. One side is dry, but the other side is still alive. There are foreign objects under the trunk of the dry side that look like vermicompost. Is this not red ants?
It's just because this place is not a humid and hot place in the south, and red ants rarely appear, so they don't know about it, and it can be regarded as your father and I taking advantage of it. "

Fang Ling always felt that it was not as simple as red ants, but he couldn't say what it was.

Seeing that she was worried about her left and right sides, Fang Changqing said:
"That's all, that's all, then you will come with me tonight, and you will be convinced."

It was night, the moon was dark, the wind was high, and the wind was blowing. It was just like the old Song in the mountains. They said that it was a good time to kill people, steal goods, and rob houses.

A dharma altar has already been set up in front of the big tree three or five feet away from the gate of Zhu's house.Fang Changqing was wearing a Taoist robe, a lotus crown on his head, holding a flag in his hand, and was doing the practice.

Standing next to the altar was Zhu Daguan and the butler, who were still shivering in the cold even though they were wearing cotton clothes, and on the other side was Fang Ling with a dignified expression.

Fang Ling was holding an apricot-yellow flag in his hand, with his father's cloth bag slung across his body, and his eyes were staring attentively around the tree pole.

She always felt that there was a gaze looking at them, but when she looked carefully, it was pitch black.

After doing the Taoism for about half an hour, Fang Changqing's mouth was dry after chanting the scriptures, and he almost finished the play.Then he held the mahogany sword, walked up to the tree, and poured the red ant medicine he had prepared a long time ago around the tree pole.

As soon as he walked half a circle, he walked to the shadow of the tree pole, and suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if he was in a deep cold pool, and he couldn't speak or move his feet for a while.

Fang Changqing was startled, and before his whole body was completely stiff, he hastily bit the tip of his tongue and pressed his consciousness against the spiritual platform.Although the Lingtai was kept clear, but before a mouthful of blood spewed from the tip of his tongue, he was completely unable to move.

Fang Changqing was in the shadow behind the tree, and the rest of the people couldn't see clearly through the thick tree trunk.

Only Fang Changqing saw a wisp of black smoke coming from the tree trunk toward his throat.

He was so anxious that his head was covered with cold sweat, his feet seemed to be rooted, and even with all his strength, he couldn't move.Just when he tried his best to move his footsteps, but he didn't move, and he let out an earth-shattering fart.

The black smoke seemed to be intimidated by the loud fart, but hesitated for a while, and did not immediately entangle it.And this filthy air, like urine when a ghost hits a wall, immediately broke the magic.

Fang Changqing just felt his hands and feet coming back, and immediately ran out of the shadows with a yell.

Fang Ling saw a plume of black smoke rising more than two feet behind Fang Changqing, and rushed towards Fang Changqing.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, she raised the apricot-yellow flag casually, made a formula with one hand, and held the flag with the other, and immediately took five steps to chase the Yin Gang.

As a surge of true energy in the dantian ascended, it instantly approached the tip of the right finger.As soon as a little spiritual energy spilled from the fingertips, the moment it touched the apricot-yellow flag, it spread like a prairie fire, and the whole flag immediately came alive.

Fang Ling swung the apricot-yellow flag round, and swept towards the smoke over there.The moment it hit the smoke, a cloudy air suddenly overflowed, and the wind was so strong that Fang Ling couldn't even open his eyes.

(End of this chapter)