Just after the construction team Liu Shigong and Xiaogong Li left, a man hurriedly walked over from the other end of Zhong Kui's temple and approached to see that it was Luo Xiaoming.

One day he is 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. 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 doing things, 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 came to see him. She told him a very strange incident, saying that something big happened at home and that 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 the traces of his master. He hoped that he could cheer up and come out to do these things. After running around many places and searching for the fruitless ones, 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. This place is a quiet place, whether it is a small temple or a large temple. It has one characteristic, that is, the atmosphere in the temple is solemn and solemn, and naturally it is incompatible with those laughing, beating and scolding.

Looking up, the dark light comes from a towering tree at the door. The big tree covers the sky and the sun for many years, and 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 in because of this, and 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 not-wide palace 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 came in, which alarmed the beggar. He turned his head in panic and 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...

When returning to Longwan, there was an incomprehensible news in the city far and near. It is said that Luo Xiaoming picked up a beggar, and the 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). Why did he pick up a beggar for no reason? There was also a hippie jokingly saying that Xiaoming probably wanted to find a companion for his mother...

Xiao Ming ignored these gossips. He took the beggar home, gave him food, helped him comb his messy hair and washed 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 thud, 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, but you can't 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. Who would have expected that his second half of his life will 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, and the black and white impermanence is the 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 a difficult time, because he has seen clearly his past and present life, so 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. The union she gave was to continuate 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. He was sitting in a stiff position, expressionless face, and there was no trace of joy, anger, 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. He 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 eldest sister 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 getting settled down with the master, Xiao Ming was thinking about the situation of the old house and had to take time to check it out. Receiving money and eliminating disasters for others 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 chuckled and said, "I don't know either! Someone told me that there is a very legendary small village here, so I want to come and have a look."

Jiang Rong loves comics and especially likes to draw horrible and realistic scenes. She occasionally submits articles to some magazines, hoping to get the recognition of 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!