Volume 1 The Divine Doctor of the Nation Chapter 1 The Daily Life of the Situ Family
"...The sky is spirited, the earth is spirited, the Supreme Lord is as urgent as the law, the blue dragon is breaking, the white tiger is trapped, the black magic is overwhelming, the red bird is blazing...the four directions are sneaky, the eight directions are spooky, evade quickly, the heavenly master is coming, slaying the demons and eradicating them
Demons and evil spirits will be killed..." There are runes written on the yellow talisman with bright red cinnabar dragons and phoenixes. There is no wind around, but the talisman paper seems to be dancing with invisible silk threads, rising and falling, left and right.
, it’s so weird that it makes people shudder, and they can’t help but feel weak in their hearts.
Those who do evil have ghosts in their hearts.
Anyone whose home is uneasy must have privacy that cannot be disclosed to outsiders. Which wealthy family does not have a few corpses buried in the backyard? The wind in the sealed ancient well is miserable.
When people feel uneasy, the first thing they think of is the Taoist priest who can keep the house safe.
And this Taoist priest is an extraordinary person. He claims to be the thirty-seventh generation descendant of Longhu Mountain. He inherits Zhang Tianshi's skills of Qimen Dunjia, catching ghosts and binding gods. He is proficient in yin and yang. He can see evil objects with one glance, ghosts and ghosts in the sky.
He can come and go as he pleases between the two worlds.
There was just a bang, and the talisman spontaneously ignited without fire.
Seeing this, everyone exclaimed in surprise.
"Old... Master, there really is a ghost. It's my fifth aunt, and she's come back to claim her life..." She won't close her eyes and her ghost will never leave!
"Shut up, she doesn't want to live anymore. What's going on in Guanfu? If you say anything more, I'll slap you in the face..." Mr. Huang, who has a broad belly, has a mustache on his lips and a goatee on the tip of his chin.
, he rubbed his neatly trimmed goatee with fear on his face, but still pretended to be calm and authentic.
She was just a village girl bought with ten taels of silver, but she still thought she was some chaste and martyr woman!
It's just that this man doesn't do bad things, and he's not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. His hand stroking his beard trembled involuntarily, so much that even his beard trembled.
Mr. Huang is a local wealthy businessman who has one wife and seven concubines, and has dallied with countless girls. Apart from being good at doing business and making money, the only thing people talk about is that he is lustful. Anything that can be solved with money is considered trivial, especially
It's a woman.
The fifth aunt was originally the daughter of a small farmer in Liwan Village. One day he went to the village to collect rent and took a fancy to her. Regardless of the fact that she was already engaged, he snatched her away with ten taels of silver.
When she refused, he used her family as a threat to force her to tearfully commit herself to a businessman who was older than her father.
Unexpectedly, a year later, her fiancé, who was studying in the county town, came to her door and wanted to take his fiancée away. When Mr. Huang saw that the young man had a fair face and a good appearance, he ordered his servants to interrupt the other's writing hand and
His face will be stained, and he will have no chance of success in his life - there is a rule in this dynasty that disabled and ugly people are not allowed to be officials.
When she learned that her fiancé had ruined her future because of her, she vomited a mouthful of blood and committed suicide by hanging from a beam that night, leaving behind a letter in blood, vowing to turn into a ghost. Since the Huang Mansion wasted her life, she wanted the Huang Mansion to bury her with her, and from then on her family home
If you are restless, your descendants will not prosper.
Perhaps he really fulfilled the fifth aunt's blood curse before she died. In the seven years after her death, no matter what Mr. Huang did, everything went very poorly. Both the business and the house were in various situations. Either the goods he had ordered were stopped midway, or the goods he ordered were stopped midway.
It was the wives and concubines who were fighting and jealous, which made him exhausted, coaxing this one and appeasing that one. It can be said that the place is full of chicken feathers and the house is restless.
But these are trivial matters. What really worries him is that since the fifth aunt passed away, no more children have been born in the Huang family. No matter directly or indirectly, no woman in the family is pregnant, and the number of heirs is very few.
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What frightened him even more was that in the past two years, he had lost two concubines and a legitimate son for no reason. His seven-year-old son was also seriously ill and could only survive.
It’s not that Mr. Huang didn’t invite people to come to his mansion to chant sutras and set up a dojo to open an altar, hoping to resolve this series of bad luck and bad luck. However, every time he invited someone, someone in his mansion would die for no apparent reason. There was no disaster or disease, except for a pimple under his neck.
Very obvious blue and purple pinch marks on the fingers.
"Little boy, here comes the sword."
"yes."
The next moment, the sword roared, and a green sword inlaid with one hundred and eight copper plates passed by like a rainbow, leaving an emerald green afterimage, but with a hint of bloodthirsty cruelty in its beauty.
There was an inexplicable chill wherever the sword tip crossed, as if there was something there that was eager to break free, being chased by the sword light. With nowhere to hide, it stretched out its ferocious claws in all directions, trying to catch something to escape, engraved with spells.
The money sword killed the demon on the spot.
Suddenly, dark ink-colored rain fell from the empty sky, and when it fell on the ground, it turned dark red, like blood, and like human bones and flesh squirming, struggling to extend upwards.
Everyone was shocked and took a few steps back. In the courtyard where the Taoist altar was decorated, there was only a middle-aged Taoist priest with an immortal demeanor and a Taoist boy with delicate features.
The dark red thing, which looked like blood and flesh, shook violently as if trying to escape, then gradually became silent again, as if unable to move, and finally softened into a pool of blood, which slowly seeped into the ground and was no longer seen on the ground.
A sickening drop of blood.
The burning talisman slowly fell down and turned into ashes.
At this time, a gust of wind blew up.
The cool breeze blew away the unpleasant smell of blood, and everything returned to calm, with the faint fragrance of lotus floating in the air from time to time.
Mr. Huang, who is rich and wealthy, has everything in his house, including gold, silver, jewelry, silks and satins, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, but it lacks elegance. There are no lotus plants in his seven-acre house, and there is no lotus planter within ten miles nearby. This lotus plant
Where does the fragrance come from?
No one can understand it, they only know that they have boundless power and do their best to keep their homes safe.
"Taoist Master Kongkong, is this the end of it?"
Kongkong Taoist Priest, who had a good appearance, looked up at the sky like a celestial being, and counted with his fingers. A compass circled in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest. It was quite a bit of Taoist cultivation. The breeze was bright and the moon was shining brightly.
Fairy spirit.
"Well, it's almost clean. Although your aunt has a grudge in her heart, she still cares about her parents at home. Mr. Huang will consider it as a donation and take one hundred taels to build a new house for her and buy a few acres of land so that they can spend their old age peacefully.
If you have enough food and clothing, if you have no regrets, you will have a smile on your face and ignore the worldly affairs."
"What, you want another hundred taels?" Mr. Huang felt a little sore and didn't want to take it out. A mud-legged man working in the fields was not worthy of his special treatment.
"One hundred taels can buy your home a safe life, it's a good deal." It's easy to eliminate karma with money.
Although one hundred taels is not much, it is still hard-earned. Mr. Huang reluctantly muttered: "If you don't ask the Taoist priest to resolve it, why do you still need to spend money?"
Taoist Master Kongkong glanced at him with a mysterious expression and said: "Spend money to buy peace of mind. It's no big deal for evil ghosts to cause trouble. I tried my best to subdue her, but I could only forcefully send her back to the underworld. Three
, to ensure that she will not cause trouble in the house within five years..."
"Wait a minute, Taoist Priest, you said within three to five years?" So after this period, the female ghost will come again and cause the death of his family and the separation of his wife and children?!
"Yes, I can suppress her for five years at most, and then I have to ask Mr. Huang to ask for his blessings. If I can't eliminate her hostility, it will be even harder to deal with her turning into a demon."
"Taoist Priest, what if I move my family?" Master Huang asked. Anyway, he had enough money to sell this house and buy a larger one in the prosperous Fucheng.
Taoist Master Kongkong waved his hand and said: "No, if you take her virgin blood, she will be with you for the rest of her life. And have you asked her to worship her ancestors, indicating that she will be a member of the Huang family in life and a ghost of the Huang family in death?
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"This..." Mr. Huang was shocked. He did this just to scare Wu Yiniang and make her accept her fate and do her duty as a concubine instead of thinking about escaping from him. Moreover, he still treated her.
It's a bit partial, otherwise only the principal wife can enter the temple, only a few times a year, and no more are allowed.
"If Mr. Huang didn't believe in ghosts and gods, he wouldn't invite a poor Taoist to come and cleanse his house. The so-called cycle of heaven has its own cause and effect. Good causes are sown and good results are produced. If you are willing to open the door of convenience, this girl will be favored by you. So what?
I can ask you to repay the past grievances! In ten or eight years, the grievances will disappear, and she will be reincarnated, and then Mr. Huang can sit back and relax."
"Is this true?" Mr. Huang is most afraid of ending up without a successor.
"Practitioners do not lie, and believers always believe in them." Since ancient times, it is better to resolve enemies than to make enemies. Only by getting rid of the past can we start over and recreate Nirvana.
Mr. Huang thought of all the past events of Wu Yiniang's time, and her sweet voice was still in front of him.
After all, she had served him, and besides, life-saving was more important than money, so he reluctantly nodded and said: "Okay, I will give the Tian family a hundred taels and let them renovate the dilapidated adobe house, and use the remaining money to buy land.
Once the land is planted, there will be food, and you will never die of hunger."
"Buddha Infinite Life, Mr. Huang will be rewarded for his good deeds. I will give you another talisman and stick it on the lintel of the main hall door to protect you from evil things and keep your home safe." Taoist Master Kongkong took out the talisman paper written with cinnabar and emptied it out.
A Qin Tian Seal was stamped and guarded by order.
"Thank you, Taoist Master. Thank you, Taoist Master. I hope you will accept this small gesture." Mr. Huang ordered someone to present a thick red envelope wrapped in red paper.
"Practitioners also want to eat and drink, so I won't be polite." The immortal cashier was also very magical. With a sweep of his hand, the red seal disappeared instantly.
The housekeeper respectfully sent Taoist Master Kongkong and the little Taoist boy out of the black door on behalf of his master. The stone steps paved with sapphire reflected the sunset in the west.
After walking for a short distance, the little Taoist boy with his hair tied up stretched out his fair little hand toward the Taoist priest: "Bring it here."
"What to take?" Kongkongdao lowered his eyes and asked.
"Stop pretending, you bastard. Use the money to tell the truth, don't try to hide your secrets." His tricks of deception are very versatile. Does he really think he is a magician who can slay demons?
Situ Kongkong knocked the little Taoist boy on the head angrily and said seriously: "You are so rude, what a magic stick. I, the Taoist priest, rely on real materials and will never mix them with water."
The little boy spat angrily: "Dad, you can keep these words to deceive others, they won't fool me! I see you swiping and competing, can you really catch ghosts?"
It turns out that this pair of Taoist priests and little Taoist boy are father and daughter. They wear similar yellow Taoist robes. The older one is elegant and elegant, while the younger one is elegant and smart. They have three-dimensional faces with smiles, straight nose bridges, and nostrils.
He is fleshy, his skin color is white, his eyes are big and his lips are thick, his father's eyebrows are thick, and his child's eyebrows are thin.
"Oh! You just don't want to learn from my father. You are so shallow that you can't see the hidden strength of my father. You are at a huge loss!" Who is he going to pass on his good skills to? His own children are blind.
, you have lost your natural good aptitudes.
Situ Kongkong moved his hands, and a dark blue moire-patterned purse bulged up and down on his waist. It looked like a human hand and foot. He tried hard to open the purse. He tapped his fingertips twice and found out what was in the purse.
I felt much more at ease in an instant. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary purse, but in fact it was a Qiankun bag. Inside was a female ghost that had just been captured from the Huang Mansion. This ghost was extremely ferocious and filled with fierce and vicious aura.
"Stop talking nonsense, bring the money, we are still waiting to buy rice for cooking." Situ Qingqing stretched out his hand.
"Qingqing, leave a few taels of silver for dad to buy a drink..." Situ Kong salivated, and in the middle of his words, one hand quickly snatched away the red envelope that he had stuffed into his arms.
"No, drinking too much alcohol is harmful to your health. You'll be so drunk when you drink. I can't move you." To prevent my father from getting drunk again, the best way to cure him is not to drink at all.
You won't go crazy with alcohol and save a lot of trouble.
"Qingqing, I'm addicted to alcohol." He thought it would be okay to take a few sips of wine.
"Quit drinking."
"Qingqing...you are so cruel."
"This matter is non-negotiable!" Situ Qingqing shook her head decisively, took out five 100-tael silver notes from the red envelope and put them into her purse.
They can live a long time with five hundred taels.
It's a living thing but not a use, because there are seriously ill patients in the family, and I don't know how much money I spend every year just to buy that person's medicinal materials, and some medicines are extremely expensive.
"Qingqing, that's your father's money."
You take it too naturally!
"I'm the head of the house, and you'll give it to me no matter how much money you earn. Dad, you don't need me to remind you how you spent the thousand taels of silver notes you got back through fraud, right?" That time they almost ran out of food, so they collected food during the day.
Wild fruits, stealing chickens at night, and having a hard time.
"Qingqing, saving one life is better than a seven-level pagoda. I am just..." Looking at his daughter's wife-like eyes, Situ Kongkong's words stopped abruptly.
"You were just drunk. Seeing that there was no room to live in because of the flood in the Yellow River, Dad, you were so proud that you donated all your money. You completely forgot that there was a starving and emaciated baby at home waiting to be fed."
With a father who is not clear-headed, his children will have to be more tolerant.
Situ Kongkong smiled sarcastically: "How long has it been since you brought it up? Dad is also doing it to build up your virtues. You are the only one in our Situ family."
"I don't mind if you marry again." Situ Qingqing said this sincerely.
Ever since she became sensible, her mother has been a constant source of medicine. Her body is so weak that she has to stay in bed for many years and can only survive with rare herbs. It is undeniable that her mother is a good person and a mother who loves her children, but her illness makes her
She couldn't be a good wife and mother, and she relied on her father to take care of her whenever she got sick. She spent more time in a coma than awake, and vomited blood from time to time. Later, her mother's body could no longer hold on, so she left, leaving them forever.
Father and daughter.
"Qingqing, I don't want to hear this a second time." An unforgettable pain flashed through Situ Kongkong's eyes. He didn't want others to know about his feelings for his wife. She was the only softness in his heart, and no one could replace it.
, and no one can intervene.
Situ Qingqing still didn't understand what deep love meant. She only knew that her father cared about her mother very much. As soon as she mentioned her, the smile on his face would disappear. So she immediately changed the subject and said: "Go buy rice, and cloth and
Cotton, salt and oil at home are almost gone. Let’s buy some more white flour and brown sugar..."
"What are you buying cotton for now?" It's too early, it's only the end of summer.
She said seriously: "Because it's cheap."
"Cheap?" They just got five hundred taels of silver, so they don't need to save too much!
Situ Qingqing's face turned slightly red and said: "Dad, you can save some face for me. You know that I'm clumsy but you still ask. Now that I'm starting to sew winter clothes, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with the severe cold."
Hearing this, he chuckled and said, "It doesn't matter, dad isn't good at it either. Let's encourage each other. Anyway, I don't lack anything to wear."
"Can I be the same as you?" My father really raised her as his son!
After buying rice and daily necessities, the two of them walked to a house ten miles outside the town.
The house is built of green bamboo, with one main hall and two rooms on the left and right. The side room connected to the house is the kitchen, and the small room next to the kitchen is used to store firewood and sundries.
The house is surrounded by a bamboo fence, with about half an acre of open space in front and behind. Climbing on the fence are loofah vines with small yellow flowers. Two rows of garlic and leeks are planted underneath, as well as other good crops with a short planting period.
The vegetables are quite green and green, and they also raise a few chickens, led by a big, cocky and high-spirited rooster, which leads a group of hens, pecking here and there.
This is Situ Qingqing's first time raising chickens. Ever since her mother died, they have been moving from town to town and never stayed in the same place for a long time. She even forgot how many residences she had moved.
In Huidu, they avoid crowds and build their own houses using existing wood. Sometimes they even build treehouses to live in trees.
"Miss, you are back."
The maid who greeted her with a smile was named Doumiao. She was one year older than Situ Qingqing and was fourteen years old this year. However, her body shape was completely incompatible with Doumiao. She had big breasts and perky buttocks, and a tall and muscular figure. She was graceful as a woman.
Her figure has been revealed on her body, which is also the main reason why Situ Qingqing doesn't take her into the town. She is too attractive. In comparison, her appearance seems much ordinary, and it is the appearance of the girl next door that can be seen everywhere.
As for Situ Qingqing, who can dress up as a child... Well, it's not an exaggeration to say that she is too miserable to look at. At the age of thirteen, she has not yet reached Guishui, her chest is flat, and she doesn't even need to be wrapped in a piece of cloth. She pretends to be a little Taoist child perfectly.
Some people still believe that she is only eleven or two years old, and some even think she is only ten years old.
Fortunately, she is kind-hearted and never cares about physical changes. What should come will always come, and there is no need to rush.
"Well! We brought the money back, and it can be used for more than half a year." At least for half a year, we don't have to worry about going hungry.
"Wow! The master is really powerful. Every time when we are about to run out of money, he can tell where there is live wealth with just a few clicks of his fingers. I really admire the master!" Doumiao's eyes were full of admiration.
I almost took the incense and worshiped the master as a god.
"That's because he is lazy and refuses to dwell on yellow and white mundane things. There is no time when he is not willing to do anything until he is at the end of his rope. If he were willing to visit more wealthy families, we would have endless silver." Situ Qingqing never believed it.
Her father was good at catching ghosts, and he just put on airs and deceptions, and used his eloquent mouth to bluff people.
Their money is always just enough for them. They can't starve to death, but they don't want to be rich. It's just enough for about half a year's expenses. Once the money is used up, they leave, go to the next town to make a living, and then find a rich household.