Just as Liu Shigong and Li, the construction team, had just left, a person hurriedly walked over from the other end of Zhong Kui Temple and walked closer to see that it was Luo Xiaoming.

One day he was a teacher and a father for life. Zhong Kui disappeared from people's sight. As a disciple, Luo Xiaoming did not believe that his master was gone. He thought that his master was deliberately pretending to be crazy and stupid to avoid reality, so he paid special attention to where his master had been.

Xiao Ming also had a clear idea of ​​the abnormality in the old house. He still knew a little about suppressing the evil ghost Kui. He didn't know whether it was because of his lack of knowledge or as the saying goes, his Taoism was not exquisite enough. When he entered the old house, he did not feel the obscure atmosphere that was invisible to the naked eye.

Xiao Ming, who is extremely principled and meticulous in his work, has agreed to suppress the old house Guikui, but he has not done it well. He is so worried that he is too big to be relieved.

In addition, this morning, another lady who came to see him came to him and told him a very strange incident, saying that something big happened at home, and it happened a week ago. Before the accident, a child who was slightly older than his daughter had wandered around their house and painted a portrait of her daughter on a broken wall that was about to be relocated.

Shortly after the girl drew a portrait of her daughter, something happened to her child.

Given these things that he could not do and had no choice but to do so, Xiao Ming had to run around and search for his master's trace, hoping that he could cheer up and get out to deal with these things. After running around many places and searching for the fruitless ones, when he passed by Zhong Kui Temple, he suddenly remembered that his master had been here, so he just came and took a look.

Xiao Ming, who was rushing to the temple, felt the difference between the temple and other places when he walked to the gate of the temple. It was a quiet place. Whether it was a small temple or a large temple, it had one characteristic, that is, the atmosphere in the temple was solemn and solemn, and naturally it was incompatible with those laughing, beating and scolding.

Looking up, the dark light comes from a towering tree at the door. The tree covers the sky and the sun for many years. Even in autumn, the huge branches cover half of the area of ​​the temple. Looking at the perspective and feeling, I feel that the temple is quiet, as if there is no one at all.

Xiao Ming did not give up on going in and checked it out, but he still prayed secretly with a pious heart; I hope Master is here... His thoughts are in line with the rhythm of his steps, and he has stepped into the high threshold and entered the hall that is not wide at a glance.

A beggar with a ragged dress and a scattered face was eating the steamed buns on the pedestal... Maybe it was Xiao Ming's movement that alarmed the beggar. He panicked and turned his head to look at it, then hurriedly stretched out a pair of dirty hands, and hurriedly put all the remaining steamed buns into his ragged clothes and wanted to escape.

Just as the beggar turned around and glanced quickly, Xiao Ming was slightly shocked...

There is an incomprehensible news about the long and near Long Bay. It is said that Luo Xiaoming picked up a beggar, and this beggar was so stupid that he could only eat or sleep.

Someone shook his head and sighed, saying that Luo Xiaoming was a fool (a fool). He picked up a beggar for no reason and said that Xiaoming probably wanted to find a companion for his mother...

Xiao Ming ignored these gossips and took Beggar home, gave him food, helped him comb his messy hair and wash his face. In a short while, a sloppy beggar was cleaned up by him and restored to his original appearance.

Xiao Ming settled the beggar in the middle of the main hall, knelt down with a thump, and said in a trembling voice: "Master is here, I will be bowed by my disciple."

My mother stood beside her with red eyes and tears in tears, sobbing quietly from time to time. She felt sad that the famous ghost hunter in front of her had become such a beggar when she was not seen in the past year.

This confirms a folk saying: "Thirty years from Hedong, thirty years from Hexi, you can touch the back of your neck and cannot see it." The general idea is that no one can determine his future. In the future, including Zhong Kui, he will catch ghosts all his life, but who would have expected that his second half of his life would be so miserable.

Not bad, the beggar is Zhong Kui.

The crazy Zhong Kui, what happened to him? The answer is not difficult to find. Hei and Bai Wuchang knows best. People have to go through three disasters and eight difficulties. Zhong Kui is like Sun Wukong protecting Tang Seng to obtain the scriptures. It is still so difficult. Because he has seen clearly his past and present life, he has to go crazy once before he can survive the disaster, otherwise his life will not be safe.

The fate with Xu Qian was so short-lived that she was unioned for the continuation of another thrilling story. She was like a selfless female spider, who contributed her life for the birth of her descendants and also resolved the grudges she owed to come to the world.

Ran Qin is the pain in his heart, and the bits of memory are settled in his mind.

The deepest feelings are vanilla, and the book on the pillow of Three Life Three Worlds is endless, and their stories can be told.

Zhong Kui sat quietly, his unswerving eyes just stopped on Xiao Ming's face, sitting in a stiff posture, expressionless face, and no joy, sorrow and happiness.

Xiao Ming's mother brought a basin of hot foot washing water and gently placed it at Zhong Kui's feet.

Xiao Ming held up his master's feet, rubbed off the torn shoes hanging from his feet, hugged his feet and put them in hot water, pulled up his torn trouser legs, and used a towel to heat him with a swollen and ulcerated instep.

The married girl rushed back and forth when she heard the news, went to a nearby pharmacy to buy anti-inflammatory ointment, and applied it to Zhong Kui one by one. After that, Xiao Ming helped his master up and sent it to the room, and said emotionally: "Master, you have a good rest,"

After settling down with the master, Xiao Ming was thinking about the situation of the old house and had to take time to check it out, collect money and eliminate disasters for others. This is also the rule of doing this.

Just as Xiao Ming was busy taking care of his master, a few students who seemed to be coming from the city were hurriedly walking from the newly built mechanized farming road in Donghua Village. The leader was a young girl with a pretty appearance.

Someone was shouting: "Jiang Rong, there is no scenery here that will help you inspire,"

The girl named Jiang Rong laughed and said, "I don't know, but someone else told me that there is a very legendary small village here, so I want to come and have a look,"

Jiang Rong loves comics as a child and especially likes to draw horrible and realistic scenes. She occasionally submits articles to some magazines and looks forward to it. She can be recognized by the magazine, but she often feels like a rock sinking into the sea without any response.

Later, with the introduction of a thoughtful person, she received guidance from a famous comic master and realized that her comics lacked something called spiritual energy.
Chapter completed!