After hearing this, Dalang looked at her with hope, "Then..."

"I won't help others in vain." Fu Yao intercepted his words before he said the contents behind him, "Didn't Sanniang tell you not to make a deal with me. As she said, if you want to get something from me, you have to pay something at the same time."

"But I have no money." Dalang said pitifully.

Fu Yao's fingertips gently stroked his lips, "I don't want money. I want your tongue."

"Ah?" Dalang shrank back in fear, quickly covering his mouth, and his eyes widened, as if the big sister in front of him was a man-eating monster.

"Look at you so scared," Fu Yao wanted to chuckled, but the squint voice really made people feel no beauty. "Don't worry, if the transaction is successful, you will only become a mute if you reincarnate and reborn. There is no other problem. How about it, are you interested?"

Dalang shook his head like a rattle, "No need, no need."

"Oh." After getting the rejected answer, Fu Yao calmed his tone and pushed him away lightly, returning to the back of the screen with no interest, "When you figure it out one day, come to me again."

Outside, Dalang and Sanniang looked at each other, and Sanniang pulled the corner of her mouth at him, showing a crying smile. But Dalang knew that she was praising herself.

It was late at night and Dalang sent Carpenter He and his wife down the mountain like before, but Sanniang did not go with her.

She knew that the audience must have something to say.

"What are you doing at the door? Come in and talk." Sure enough, Fu Yao spoke inside.

"Yes." Sanniang walked in as she said.

"Fu San, will you feel wronged when you ask you to be my maid?" Fu Yao said.

"No." Sanniang said.

"But I can feel that as a daughter of the Fu family, even if you are dead, the glory of the Fu family is still imprinted in your heart. Although you are doing mediocre things, you don't look down on me as your master from the bottom of your heart. This makes me very distressed." Fu Yao said lightly.

Sanniang said neither humble nor arrogantly: "You are too worried. Sanniang, no."

"That's just that you don't think you don't have it. The Fu family is the most stubborn." Fu Yao thought of something and smiled coldly, "You have inherited this very well."

Sanniang was silent for a moment and said, "Are you angry because Dalang rejecting you? But he is still young. He should have a new beginning."

"Then you are really kind." Fu Yao sneered, "I don't have any brains at all. No wonder my fiancé was murdered by his fiancé and others. He could only beg others to take revenge for you."

The past was suddenly torn apart, and Sanniang felt ache and couldn't help but tremble, "Do you have to, do you want to be so mean?"

"I just remind you that you are just a wandering soul that will scatter at a moment, not the third lady from the Fu family. Putting away your arrogance and serving me well is your duty. I promised to avenge you, but I didn't say that you must see the great revenge with your own eyes."

Sanniang felt suffocated and understood the meaning of her last sentence.

She forced herself to hang her head and replied, "Yes."

When Dalang came back, he felt that the atmosphere in the Taoist temple was a little wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Speaking to Sanniang, Sanniang was still as usual, stuttering with questions and answers. As for the observer, he had disappeared.

In the next few days, they were the only ones in the Taoist temple, and the master of the temple never showed up. In response, Dalang quietly breathed a sigh of relief and said to Sanniang privately: "I am really afraid that the master of the temple will secretly cut my tongue."

Sanniang did not answer.

She was not sure about this kind of thing.

At night, Dalang sat at the entrance of the Taoist temple and looked down at the foot of the mountain.

It has been three days since his parents have not appeared yet.

"Surely something was delayed," he comforted himself.

But on the fourth and fifth days, he still didn't see anyone. Until the eighth day, he saw his mother carrying tools up the mountain alone.

Logically speaking, these jobs are mainly men, and women only help to help. Now there is only one person going up the mountain, so something must have happened.

After seeing this, Sanniang suppressed him and refused to let him go. She didn't let him out until it got dark.

As soon as he appeared, Dalang couldn't wait to ask his mother, "Where is Master He?"

He did not recognize his parents, and usually only called him "Master He" and "Auntie He".

When He's wife saw that it was him, she had not spoken yet, and tears came down. She wanted to kneel down to Dalang, but was pulled by Dalang, "Is something wrong? Tell me first, maybe I can help."

"He is sick. The doctor said it was an incurable disease." He's wife said while crying, "I want to ask the master of the spectator to save him. Can you take me to see the master of the spectator?" The son and husband could only save one. She thought about it all night and finally decided to save her husband.

"What!" The legs crossed, and the person almost fell to the ground.

Sanniang followed behind her, and when she heard this, she was stunned and stopped.

"Can you please take me to see the audience?" He's wife was still begging. She had already placed her hope on this last life-saving straw.

Finally, Sanniang came back to her senses first, "The Master of the Consciousness can save him." She said first, then quickly clarified her thoughts and said to He's wife: "You go back first, come again tomorrow. The Master of the Consciousness can save him."

"Really?" He's wife stopped crying.

"Um."

"Then should I wait here, or should I go and carry the person over?" said He's wife hurriedly.

At this time, Dalang also understood. He suppressed his emotions and said, "No, the master is not here now. When she comes back tonight, I will tell her that she will definitely save... Master He, don't worry."

"Really?" He's wife was still a little confused.

"Of course it's true." Dalang pretended to be relaxed, "We have great ability and can do anything. She can only live a life, so she can do it. Go back and take care of Master He."

He's wife didn't know what to do for a moment, but after a while, she stuttered: "Then, then I'll go back first. Come again tomorrow?"

"Yeah, go back first."

After finally persuading my mother away, Dalang quickly turned around and went into the Taoist temple and cried, "Statistic master, are you here? I promise you to give you your tongue, can you save my father?"

Outside the door, Sanniang looked at Dalang kowtow desperately and forgot to say anything for a moment.

"Guanzhu?" No matter how Dalang called, Fu Yao never appeared.

Later, Dalang himself was desperate and knelt on the ground and cried quietly, although he did not shed tears.

At this time, I don’t know who sighed in a low voice: “You may never see him again in this life if your father dies and your son dies.”

This sentence pierced into Dalang's heart like a sharp sword, and his breathing almost stopped. It was at this moment that there was no longer anything at the corner of his eyes - a crystal teardrop slid down from his eyes. When the tears fell in the air, a pair of hands appeared quietly and caught it.

"It's really beautiful," Fu Yao raised the tears in his palm. Under the moonlight, the gem-like tears reflected a breathtaking light, which was very beautiful. "Little slave, this time you're worth it."

Dalang didn't expect her to appear suddenly. He was stunned and begged: "People please save my father, I promise to give you my tongue."

"For the sake of ghost tears, I won't increase the price." Fu Yao said, "As for your father's illness, the doctor didn't tell your mother that his illness requires expensive medicinal materials to maintain. As long as he has money, he is still alive like an ordinary person. To put it bluntly, it's still a matter of money."

"But he is in a bad situation now."

"Just let him go up the mountain tomorrow."

The next evening, He's wife asked someone to help her carry her husband up the mountain. At this time, she found that there was one more thing in the Taoist temple - a large tripod in the middle of the corridor in the yard.

The cauldron is a bit old and has mottled rust on the surface. There is a layer of white sand inside, and nothing else is left.

Bypassing the big tripod, Sanniang and Dalang were waiting there at the door of the main house.

"How many people have come?" Fu Yao's voice came from the Sanqing statue, and the villagers who were slightly closer heard it.

Dalang said: "There are twenty-seven in total."

"Let the chicken avoid it, and the rest of the people will be incense sticks for each person."

"Fragrant?" Dalang was stunned. They didn't seem to have any.

Fang Er volunteered, "I'll go down the mountain to get it now."

There are still some incense and candles left in Qingming Festival at home. He forgot about it, and he has never been here to eat incense until now.

He hurried away, and then came. The last person lit a stick of incense, worshiped the statue of Sanqing, and then inserted it into the cauldron.

For some reason, after the incense was inserted, it burned rapidly. The incense that had been burned in a quarter of an hour was burned out in just a moment. When people around him saw it, they were amazed in their hearts.

After the incense was burned, Sanniang took a cup of wine, took a cube of the remaining incense ash and put it into the cup, and then poured the wine in front of everyone and fed it to Carpenter He to take it.

After drinking a glass of wine, Carpenter He gradually became rosy. After a while, he sat up from the door panel.

"How good?" This quick-acting scene left everyone stunned.

Dalang was also a little surprised and hurriedly went up to check if his father was really fine. However, before he got close, Carpenter He was surrounded by others.

In that moment, an inexplicable feeling surged in Dalang's heart.

Although he is still standing with his parents, life and death are an insurmountable gap, blocking them on both sides and making their joys and sorrows disconnected.

"You go back and come tomorrow." Sanniang rushed the people and said.

"Okay." He's wife hurriedly bowed and responded. Everyone else imitated her and bowed and left.

The crowd dispersed, and the Taoist temple was quiet. Dalang sat drooping and sat on the old bluestone steps, looking lonely.

Sanniang went into the house and said, "You knew that Carpenter, who was sick?"

"Yeah." Fu Yao replied casually, holding the teardrop.

"So, at the beginning, did you want to help Dalang?"

Fu Yao stopped and sneered, "Look, you are speculating on others at will again. I know that Carpenter He is sick because I have the ability; Dalang and I are dealing with each other, we all need something for each other, and fair trade.

And you, first because you were afraid of me, thought I was malicious in your mind; then when you saw me saving Carpenter He, you thought I actually had a kind heart. Fu San, is it so easy for you to see through human hearts?"
Chapter completed!