As the saying goes: You must be careful of others, and you must not be harmed.

I am always on guard against unfamiliar people. The old Taoist priest slept with my father, and I slept with Xiaoma.

Before going to bed, I used to reading a paragraph of books first, so Xiaoma asked: "You don't have a girlfriend yet, right? What kind of thing do you want to find?"

I casually said: "I'm just like me, how far have you and Zhang Manxia made?"

Xiao Ma immediately became depressed and replied: "We have lived together, but she has never been able to get pregnant, so I went to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor said I was infertile, and this must be a warning from the ghost of the tomb owner!"

I am still skeptical about whether the ghosts of the owner of this ancient tomb exist. Are there really ghosts in the world? So where are the ghosts of the corpses I dissected at school?

Because of my vigilance against the pony, I didn’t dare to sleep very much, but I still had a strange dream. I dreamed that the ground was covered with heavy snow. I accidentally sprained my ankle and massaged my ankle vigorously. At this time, Professor Zheng, who was covered with snowflakes, suddenly appeared and said to me: "Use a needle to pierce Zusanli and Sanyinjiao, and the Chengshan acupoint can relieve pain and relax muscles, but you must bring acupuncture tools."

However, I searched all over my body and didn't see the acupuncture bag I bought. Professor Zheng stretched out his thick hands and twisted my ankle hard. The severe pain made me scream.

After opening my eyes, I found that the pony was staring at me with a weird look and asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

I shook my head quickly and looked out the window. It was already dawn, so I got dressed and got up.

My sister prepared breakfast and asked everyone to have something together. My father asked us to prepare and go to Huimeng Town.

Xiaoma said: "I came here in a car, so don't worry about transportation."

However, his broken van was already covered with a thick layer of snow, and his father told him: "Drive slowly, the road is a bit slippery!"

Because it had just snowed, the sky was gray and the ground was white.

The old Taoist priest said to himself: "Heroes are buried in heavy snow, and the miserable people are still alive."

My father asked curiously: "My brother still knows Feng Shui? Let's see how Feng Shui is in my tomb in Lao Taishan?"

After hearing this, the old guy opened his mouth and explained like a surging river: Although Mangling is the best funeral place in the world, not all places there are suitable for burial people. If buried in a dangerous place, the family will be destroyed and accidents will continue.

I was disgusted with his trick, so I took out the acupuncture bag for examination. Professor Zheng reminded me of the strange dream last night.

Suddenly, the van braked suddenly. I didn't sit firmly. My finger was stabbed by a triangular needle, and a drop of bright red blood immediately poured out.

Xiaoma explained: "I just seemed to have pressed something?"

My father and the old Taoist priest hurriedly opened the car door and went down to check. My sister took out the toilet paper and wanted to wipe my wound, but I refused.

"I have alcohol cotton, and use this to disinfect and stop bleeding, it's fast and safe!"

The sister said: "But it hurts too!"

When I got out of the car, I found that the van had just hit a bunch of snowmen. I don’t know who was making a row of snowmen in the middle of the road, and the remaining snowmen were wearing straw hats.

"As long as you don't hit someone!" The father sighed, everyone returned to the car and Xiaoma continued to drive.

We arrived at my uncle's house in Huimeng Town at noon. This place had been converted into a mourning hall. A group of relatives dressed in mourning were sitting around the main hall, and my grandmother was lying quietly in a dark coffin.

Grandma really died of illness, what should I do? How to complete the matter between Xiaoma and the old Taoist priest?

After Xiaoma was sure that my grandmother was lying in the coffin, she sat on the ground all of a sudden and was helped by the relatives of the manager who treated him as the deceased. I hurriedly looked at the old Taoist priest and asked for his opinion?

The old fox's face did not change. He took off his black leather jacket and revealed a gray Taoist robe. He raised the whisk with his left hand, shook the soul bell with his right hand, and said in his mouth: "Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, and the dead please rest in peace!"

The in charge gave us a linen mourning clothes, and Xiaoma put them on in embarrassment.

My three uncles and two aunts have arrived, and my cousin and cousin have arrived. These relatives have not seen each other for a long time and are a little unfamiliar.

My aunt asked us to eat rice as soon as possible. After a bowl of hot noodles, our body became much warmer immediately.

The old Taoist priest pretended to behave in the mourning hall to save his grandmother, and then asked the manager about his grandmother's situation.

My uncle took people to the cemetery to inspect, and the old Taoist priest followed me. I didn't want to go, but Xiaoma forced me to go there. Zhenmin and the champion were also there. The old bricklayer was also there. Seeing that I brought the Taoist priest here, I was a little unhappy.

Because it snowed, the car could not go up the mountain, so we had to hike.

When we were exhausted and panting, we saw a Taoist priest walking away on the white hillside, walking elegantly on the snow, and the old mason's face became even more ugly.

Taoist Master Tanyou also stopped and asked me: "There are Taoist priests here too?"

I said I didn't know, and my uncle explained: "It's just a crazy Taoist. We don't trust Taoist priests here! But don't misunderstand, we still believe in you very much!"

Everyone continued to climb up the mountain. I looked at the place where the crazy Taoist priest had just walked, and only saw a string of shallow footprints.

Xiaoma asked his uncle about the situation of this crazy Taoist priest.

This mad Taoist priest is from Jiaozuo, Yellow River. I don’t know when I crossed the Yellow River and came here. I don’t see anyone on weekdays, but occasionally I will meet him. When you ask him, he will talk nonsense and answer questions that are not.

When we arrived at our grandfather’s grave, it was almost dark. Zhenmin and Guanjun and his cousin began to clean up the snow on the grave. The old Taoist priest stood at the grave, took out the compass, and inspected the Feng Shui.

Brother Zhenmin dissuaded: "No need to read the Taoist priest. Our Feng Shui here is very good. Mangling is the best Feng Shui treasure land in the world!"

The old Taoist priest recited: "The green dragon on the left and the white tiger on the right, the vermilion bird on the front and the black womb behind, it is surrounded by the mountains and rivers, and the back is against the Yellow River. The left and right roads are on the right ditches. If you ask for another rock to control the mountain, plus the red-headed sky, descendants, and great blessings are in harmony with the sky!"

My relatives were skeptical, so my uncle asked: "Master, how much does the total cost of what you said?"

The old Taoist priest began to count. I was about to dissuade me, but the crazy Taoist suddenly appeared from the valley on the right, shouting loudly: "If you want your descendants to be powerful, you need to accumulate virtue from your predecessors. Although the Feng Shui here is good, it cannot be produced by emperors and generals."

Taoist Master Tanyou saw a fellow Taoist staggeringly and immediately asked: "Which treasure is the Taoist fellow Taoist? What is the name of the Taoist?"

The crazy Taoist smiled and pretended to be mysterious, but replied: "I won't tell you, you old fox!"

Taoist Master Tanyou was a little embarrassed, and his uncle advised him: "Why should Taoist Master bet on a madman? The feng shui here is so good, why can't emperors and generals come out?"

The mad Taoist took out a big gourd, opened the block, tilted his head and drank it. A strong fragrance of wine drifted away with the wind.

"How can this lunatic drink?" My cousin put down the shovel and wanted to tease him.

The mad Taoist suddenly grinned his teeth and threatened fiercely: "Don't mess with me, otherwise you will die ugly!"

My cousin was startled, and the other party took a big step and quickly ran towards the Jishugou.

I was a little curious and wanted to go and check it out, but my uncle said, "It's going to be dark. Let's clear out the grave quickly and then hurry up and go home."

Taoist Master Tanyou chased the crazy Taoist man and when we cleared the snow on his grandfather's grave, he came back in frustration. My cousin hurriedly asked him what the result was?

The old Taoist priest replied: "As soon as this madman arrived at the edge of the ditch, a donkey rolled to the bottom of the ditch. When I chased to the bottom of the ditch, there would be no one else to see!"

I immediately questioned: "Are you still footprints?"
Chapter completed!