Retirement Tiandao Online Poverty Alleviation

The old town is silent as soon as the sun sets, and the old people staying in the old houses go to bed before eight o'clock, and only the street lights flicker on the streets.

The longer the historic streets and alleys, the more strange rumors there are, and the street where Qian Duoduo is located is one of them.People who die in vain have deep obsessions, or those who want to protect their families become ghosts and earth-bound spirits, without any evil thoughts, wandering in the streets and alleys.There are also some homeless ghosts who can only find shelter in empty houses.

The old house of Qian Duoduo's family is the favorite place of these ghosts. Many of the ghosts know this little child, who was just born skinny and sick, and the neighbors dote on him.Children are psychic, so many ghosts still like to tease Qian Duoduo.When Qian Duoduo became a Taoist priest, he unintentionally counted the ghosts who had helped him as his own "ghosts", so the old house became a ghost inn.

The ghosts won't hurt Qian Duoduo, but they can't stand the cold. Qian Duoduo's family has two quilts.

Although Xue Mao knew about this, but these ghosts were related to Qian Duoduo, it was inhumane to forcibly break them up, and the foolish apprentice subconsciously recognized them, so he could only send stoves to his home during the holidays.

But now, these ghosts are all squatting outside the old house, some are picking up the branches and leaves of the bushes, some are covering the garbage cover, and some are sticking their heads out of the bricks of the flower beds.

"Hey, old man Liu, don't you usually like that doll? Come in, or the little doll will die! Our inn will be gone!" Turning around, a young man with a kitchen knife stuck in his head shouted.

The old man with the trash can on his head rolled his eyes: "Hey, why didn't you come in. Is that something we can beat, let alone a few hundred years of death, who is the biggest among us?"

"Oh, it's Ah Hong," a female ghost with a bumpy face and one eyeball missing in the bush responded enthusiastically, "She has been dead for more than 100 years, but her mental age is eight years old."

The kitchen knife man sighed: "Then what should I do, wait for the child to die? If I am still alive, I will call my brothers to kill the group of evil spirits every minute."

The female ghost "slapped" the person and rolled her eyes: "Do you understand the anti-pornography and anti-crime campaign? Your brothers are all squatting in the bureau."

The kitchen knife man: "Then really watch the little Taoist priest die. I don't know if he can be like us after death."

"Shh! Someone's coming."

He Qiyi: ...

A group of ghosts evaded in response, but unfortunately there is no entity all the year round, and the concealment skills are really not very good.For example, the half head protruding from the trash can, a kitchen knife floating on the bushes, and the little girl who was held down by the waist but showed her buttocks.

"Grumbling--"

An eyeball rolled from the bushes to the middle of the road, and when He Qi glanced at it, he was frightened immediately and stopped in place.

"Hey, I said, what are you hiding, and you can't see us." The kitchen knife man straightened up, and He Qi, who pinched his eyeballs and looked at him, looked at each other in blank dismay.

The kitchen knife man: "...we are good ghosts!"

These ghosts have no hostility, but they are all unjust dead ghosts, and they cannot be reincarnated if they have obsessions.And Qian Duoduo made offerings unintentionally, his mind is clear, and his soul will not be scattered.

"Ahhh!" the female ghost screamed, ignoring her eyeballs, "That thing drove us out, my Lord Hades, that monster with the blue face and fangs that almost broke the little Taoist's house. It must be him, I will fight with you!"

"Hey, fight as hard as you want, don't use my kitchen knife!" The male ghost covered the wound on the top of his head, stamped his feet and roared angrily.

Pixiu dodged to avoid the female ghost, while He Qiyi threw his eyeballs, turned around and left: "I think you can solve it yourself."

"Wait!" Pixiu stuffed his eyeballs into the female ghost's eye sockets, "They are separated by a barrier, if you feel carefully, there is a sinister aura inside."

The old house is covered with a layer of enchantment, and the human way of setting up the enchantment is advanced, at least no worse than Xue Mao, and is good at concealment.If it wasn't for Pixiu's reminder, He Qiyi would have ignored it.

He Qiyi pondered: "This formation..."

Pixiu gritted his teeth: "It's the formation of Guanling Taoist Temple. But the Taoist temple will never have such a sinister spirit. And I, I can't break it."

To be precise, it cannot be broken. Pixiu has a contract with the founder of Guanling Taoist Temple, and must not harm the Taoist Temple and its children.The formations and talisman papers under the sect are also protected by the contract.

So this is a ghost made by people who are proficient in Guanling Taoist magic. The inner ghost has never been difficult to deal with, and Pixiu has a bad face.

He Qiyi felt that something was wrong, and asked the female ghost who was holding the kitchen knife and rolling her eyes: "You said there is an evil ghost inside?"

"Ah... ah, yes." The female ghost was dizzy from the Ling Lie's strong energy, and immediately realized that the little Taoist priest seemed to be saved.You don't have to float around every day like them!

"Great Immortal! Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. There is still a monk living in it. He must be rewarded if he saves someone! That evil ghost is too deep in Taoism and can use spells. We ordinary ghosts are not I can't beat it." The female ghost wiped her tears, "Poor little Taoist priest, he was trapped for two days. I don't know if there is any hot food or sweet soup to drink."

The female ghost cried miserably, and Pai Yao's complexion became even uglier.

He Qiyi was thinking about the old house. He pinched the formula with his fingers, and the talisman appeared out of thin air. The red handwriting seemed to swim like a vermilion pen, and the spiritual power, qi and enchantment collided.The last stroke fell, and there was a "boom" all around, and all the ghosts were rolled out tens of meters.The evil thoughts hidden in the enchantment suddenly gushed out.

Pixiu's figure flashed, and flew towards the old house.

"Boom!"

Two horns hit the door, and the small beast rolled backwards twice.

He Qi clicked on the door, and a barrier collapsed: "What's the rush, I haven't finished solving it yet!"

Pixiu: "..." If it wasn't for defeating you!

The door of the house opened without any wind, and a few cold and evil thoughts rushed out suddenly.

A group of ghosts swarmed out, and when they saw a man and a beast, the ghost group was stunned:

"Huh? Why are there two?"

"Which one to tie?"

"Human... That little thing is a spiritual pet, it can't be the target!"

"What nonsense, tie them all up! Didn't the head give you several sticks?"

"Chong Chong Chong, if you wait any longer, you will be driven back! Don't you feel this decent spiritual power!"

"No, where should a monster be tied? Horns? Claws? Neck?"

"There are so many things, it's fine if you don't put them on."

One ghost took down his mind and rushed over heroically. The other ghosts saw that their companions had already gone up, so they followed one after another.

All of a sudden, countless ghosts rushed forward with their teeth and claws open. They had different shapes and different magic weapons in their hands.The only thing they have in common is that they hold a long red silk thread in their left hand.

Pixiu's eyes were bare, and he took one bite at a time.

He Qiyi raised his eyebrows and moved to the left, preparing to exit the battle circle.

"Oh, it hurts! This monster's teeth are so sharp. Did you succeed, you guys?"

"There are a few hanging on the corners, hey, that one is going to run!"

Immediately, countless pairs of eyes looked in He Qiyi's direction, and then the ghost tide counterattacked together, holding up the red rope, feeling like a heroic sacrifice.

In the confusion, he felt a tightness in his wrist, and at the same time, a sharp and cold voice appeared excitedly.

"Hey hey hey! The old man has succeeded, comrades, retreat quickly! The task is completed. Huh? Where are the boss and the young boss?"

"Are you confused? In the living room, hurry up, don't put the cart before the horse, we are all supporting roles!"

A group of ghosts disappeared, leaving behind He Qiyi who looked at his wrist with a sullen face, and Pixiu who shook his head desperately to shake off the red rope.

"click"

The living room was brightly lit, and the leather shoes made a "tap-tap-" sound when they stepped on the floor.

"Ahem! Mr. Pixiu is willing to go into the trap for his disciples. The poor Taoist admires it very much. Although monks should not rush into the world of mortals, but now that the world of metaphysics is in decline, the poor Taoist knows how to be flexible. I think entrusting the apprentice to...how is it?" you!?"

Xue Mao stared, looked at He Qiyi who was standing beside him covered in cold air, and then at the shrunken version of Pixiu with wide eyes, suddenly felt a sudden cardiac arrest.

But the old ghost who had just hung the red string floated out to claim credit: "Hey, Sect Leader, we never let anyone go, absolutely foolproof."

"Master? He, He Qiyi!?" Qian Duoduo poked his head out from the kitchen, dumbfounded, and then he saw the looming red string on He Qiyi's wrist, and the little Taoist who was pulling the kitchen door was completely petrified.

He Qi looked softly, and looked at a room full of Taoist ghosts: "Master Xue explained to me, what's going on?"

Xue Mao twitched the corners of his mouth, unable to show a business smile.

"This matter is my idea." Qian Duoduo stood up and quietly pulled Xue Mao back, "I wanted to put that red string on Pixiu. These ghosts were brought in by the master to help."

"That is to say, it was an accident?" He Qiyi raised his wrist and looked at everyone in the room.

A group of ghosts huddled in the corner, trembling.Didn't you say that it's almost like a bridal chamber!Why is it so scary!

Qian Duoduo felt a little guilty, knowing that this crooked way is not good, and one person should be responsible for everything, so he simply nodded: "Yes..."

"It was He Yan who asked us for help!" Xue Mao covered Qian Duoduo's mouth with his palm, and looked at him with disgust, "Hey apprentice, why don't you get the hang of it! You know how to go straight and help Yanyan What are you doing hiding it?"

Qian Duoduo stared wide-eyed, and frantically tugged at his master's sleeve: "Mmmmmmmmmm!" Don't talk nonsense!

Xue Mao put his arms around Qian Duoduo: "It's an expedient measure, maybe a blind cat bumps into a dead mouse, otherwise, Master, I've practiced a gourd of ghosts in vain!"

Qian Duoduo: "Oh, please finish washing him!" He Yan doesn't like him!

"Then I'll take the blame!" Xue Mao gritted his teeth and turned around with a smile on his face.

He Qiyi has been silently looking at the looming red string on his wrist——Yuelao red string, which is the main source of marriage, and those who sincerely seek it will find true love.If you bring it to your beloved lover, you can grow old together.

"That day he and Qian Duoduo were in the backyard and wouldn't let me in..."

"That's what we're talking about!" Xue Mao nodded decisively.

Qian Duoduo stared at his master, Hu Yao, and almost lost his anger.He desperately shook his head at He Qiyi, hoping that the other party would notice something was wrong.

However, He Qiyi stared blankly at his wrist from the beginning to the end, as if he was wandering and thinking.

After a while, he finally raised his head, but ignored Qian Duoduo's gesture.

——"You said, this is the red thread he gave me?"

Xue Mao: A great fortune teller in the metaphysics world where a blind cat ran into a dead mouse!