...

Everyone hurriedly made way. When she approached, her face suddenly became ruthless. She raised her hand holding the pink silk and pointed at Yang Li: "You, the star of the Sangmen, don't urinate and look at yourself. You dare to show off in front of this fairy. Humph, if you say you go to the Land Temple, I won't say anything about the God of Wealth Temple, just go to Hubo Temple--"

Speaking of this, she kept sneering.

Everyone understood why she was laughing at. If she hadn't had a hint of awe of the gods, then Hubo Temple would have been demolished as a thatched cottage, let alone burning incense.

If the land appears and the God of Wealth appears, it is possible. If you want to say that the Hubo appears - even the wild cats and dogs in that place are not interested in shit there, let alone the appearance of the spirit?

"You old woman is talking nonsense. Hu Bo is so beautiful that he looks good. He is like a pimp all day long. He also believes in the Red Immortal who is a demon. Be careful of being punished!"

Yang Li's personal experience happened yesterday. Now he is very respectful to Hubo and immediately turned against him.

When the rest of the people heard this, they couldn't help but feel happy and scolded them well, but unfortunately no one dared to show it.

Xie sneered and turned his head away, then said, "Forget it, forgot, I will not argue with you, a mortal. I have just said that you have evil to the Red Immortal, so make your own preparations."

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Xiaobao and said, "But kid-what do you say it?"

"I...I..." The little girl shrank toward Yang Li, obviously unwilling to do so. She looked at the rest of the people, but found that they all left, people's hearts were warm and warm, lonely and helpless, and two lines of tears flowed.

"Nonsense." Ao Yan walked out of the crowd and said.

"Hao Boy..." Xie's tone of refuting her was a boy, and he couldn't help but feel angry, but before he finished speaking, Ao Yan stopped when he walked past her and glanced at her.

It was just this time that she suddenly became scared and did not dare to look at her, so she hurriedly left the yard.

Inheriting Fu Zhao is a god. No matter how small the status is, it is still orthodox. It has its own majesty. How can this be compared to ordinary people?

Xie Shenpo didn't know, Ao Yan didn't know, but an unintentional action reflected the gap between Ao Yan and him now.

Ao Yan looked at the back of the witch Xie, with a very strange look.

In his eyes, the witch Xie's shoulders had no good fortune and fortune, and the longevity fire on his head was also pressed by a ball of black air. This should have been a dying person, but the old woman was just now jumping around.

Only then did he realize that this black atmosphere symbolizes a person's "karmic debt".

The Buddha said: Debts of karma are deep and sinful. That's the reason. Strong karma debts will gradually devour people's fortunes, so Ao Yan was shocked when he saw this: "I saw a ghost in broad daylight!"

There are three fires on the top of the shoulders of a living person, which are divided into red longevity fire, yellow lucky fire, and green lucky fire, which symbolize three aspects of luck. The stronger the fire, the stronger the luck.

At that time, many people gathered in the yard, and each of them had three fires condensed into a single stream by the yard, turning into a red auspicious cloud and floating above the yard.

Others can't see it, but they can see it themselves.

This thing is quite unique and is called "popularity".

As the saying goes: a strong popularity is prosperous, a prosperous family is prosperous, and a vast ghost spirit is vast and the world is cool.

It means that the more popular the more peaceful the more the evil will be, the more likely it is to avoid evil. The worse the popularity, the more likely it is to get involved in unclean things.

At this time, everyone dispersed, and the popularity above the yard was extremely weak, so Ao Yan couldn't help but frown and explore.

He originally thought that Uncle Zhao and his wife suddenly fell down and were really possessed by evil spirits. If this reason was determined by Goddess Xie, but except for the weaker popularity, there would be no bad things here.

It seems that it wasn't the one who did it by Xie, nor was it a person who was possessed by evil spirits. That was really a disease.

When the little girl Zhao Xiaobao saw him, she was extremely happy. The two of them were familiar with each other since childhood. At this time, everyone left and their parents fell down. There was only one Aunt Mei, who was a woman. She always felt more comfortable staying with Ao Yan.

Ao Yan scared Xie away just now, which made her happier.

Ao Yan comforted her a little, and then went into the house with Yang Li. Uncle Zhao was his benefactor, so he must save him, but he had to find out the cause of the disease before this.

He is not a doctor, but he is still familiar with basic hygiene examinations.

Zhao Xiaobao and Yang Li did not understand, so they could only watch Ao Yan touched and looked around, but they didn't dare to worry. Now this situation can only be treated as a dead horse.

After a while, when he saw Ao Yan's brow stretching and he seemed to have made progress, he hurriedly asked how.

"Don't worry, it's not because of being infected with evil, but because of mosquitoes biting them when they entered the mountain..." Ao Yan said.

"What?! Malaria!" Yang Li interrupted in a voice, as if he was frightened when he saw a ghost.

Headache, fever, alternating cold and heat, spleen enlargement, general aches, fatigue, anemia, and various symptoms applied to a person at the same time are torture, and these are malaria symptoms.

In ancient times, it was almost the same as a terminal illness.

Thinking out the reason clearly, Ao Yan was trying to comfort him. This disease can be cured with turmeric wine. It will be cured after a while, and it will not be in the way.

However, he changed his mind and said, "There is a unique Artemisia anise grass near Hubo Temple in the east end of the village. It is different from ordinary Artemisia anise. It tastes a bit like this. Please take Xiaobao to pick more. I'll take care of the uncle and aunt."

Yang Li and Xiaobao nodded and went out without thinking.

After rushing to Hubo Temple, I saw that there were many Artemisia annua growing around it. Xiaobao was stopped by Yang Li when he was about to pull it out.

"Xiaobao, this thing is only long around Hubo Temple. Let's go and put in incense sticks before picking it. Aunt Mei tells you that Hubo in this temple is very effective. Don't bother him if we do this."

"Yeah." Zhao Xiaobao nodded quickly.

The two entered the temple and lit incense. Ao Yan, who was far north of the village, was playing with a clean face cloth. Suddenly, Fu Zhao moved his mind, and four thin incense powers appeared, and he nodded.

This is his purpose.

With "Artemisia anise", Uncle Zhao and his wife quickly stopped their condition. Ao Yan was tired for a day and said goodbye to Xiaobao. Yang Li said goodbye to him and went to rest. While walking on the road, the situation of today always appeared in his heart.

Xie Shenpo was disdainful to Hubo, and the villagers talked about Hubo's expressions.

But Ao Yan knew that no matter whether there was a god in this world or not, the villagers would be in awe when they talked about it. With this behavior, he clearly realized that his position of god had fallen to the lowest point.

Soon, he figured out the reason: "In the final analysis, the god Hubo is a little useful, and people do not rely on fishing to make a living, so they naturally do not need to pay tribute and sacrifice. But in the final analysis, the main reason is that the gods do not appear."

Yes, if the gods do not appear, it proves that they do not exist. If they do not exist, they will naturally have no value for offering.

"Since that's the case, then my dream-sending technique comes in handy, but there are just four incense sticks, and it takes three to consume, which is a bit painful. Although Xiangliu Village is small, there are still two hundred old and young people. If I have seven hundred incense sticks and all dream-sending, who can shake this status?" As soon as he thought of this, he shook his head and said to himself, which was a pity.

Not to mention seven hundred ways, even if he is given one hundred ways... no, he can be satisfied with fifty ways.

Every time I have less than ten incense, I can’t stay overnight. I use a trace of less. How can he not thirst after eating the last meal?

"This dream-supporting technique must be used. Since you can't cut the mess quickly, you can only use the steel on the blade."

Ao Yan thought to himself and turned to the direction of the ancestral hall in the east of the village, where the place where the witch Xie lived.

He has heard of this person, and he has a lot of bad deeds and many strange things are mixed in it.

This old woman does not believe in the God of Wealth, but only believes in the Red Immortal. She is also a kind of person who is unrestrained, which makes the villagers dislike and want to drive them away. But in the end, those who drive them away are either afraid to speak or can no longer speak.

Why can't you speak? Because you're dead.

"Hmph! It seems that he is a great evil man. He should have some means, but how can a vulgar woman be like a god? I am a god and give both kindness and power. If I do not do this, I cannot strengthen the power of the god and shock the people."

At this moment, Ao Yan's body was filled with a strong aura, as if he had changed his body in the blink of an eye.

The fourteen-year-old boy began to transform. He said in a deep voice: "Then start with you. He scolded Benhu Bo and happened to kill the chicken to warn the monkey. It's God's will."

If even such a villain can be suppressed, then this village can be won.

At night.

After ate the vegetarian vegetarian food, the ancestral temple was full of spirit signs, and said something to a shrine on the side of the hall.

Made of red sandalwood in the shrine, the carvings are finely carved. The inside is not a statue of a god, but a black wine pot. The surface of the pot is made of red cinnabar and the earthworm-like symbols are depicted. There are no melons and fruits around it, and there are not even incense burners.

After finishing the chanting, the witch walked towards the back room of the ancestral hall with the oil lamp.

She has a weird temper and speaks indiscriminately. Few people are willing to bother her. If there is no need to ask for anything, who would have come to her gloomy residence?

I got on the couch, put the oil lamp on the coffee table, poured a glass of water, took out the book from under the pillow, and carefully considered it under the oil lamp. The book had no cover, it was broken and was 6 pages, and every word was obscure.

As she read, her eyelids closed and fell asleep. In a daze, she felt her body lightening, and the sound of wind rushing in her ears and falling rapidly, but she felt her feet paused and opened her eyes quickly.

When she saw this, she looked shocked.

It turns out that this place is no longer the original hut. It depends on the situation, but a dark hall with white gauze tents hanging everywhere. The four words "Mirror hanging high" hung on the beam above are hung, and bronze lamp posts are placed on both sides, with blue fire burning faintly on it.

"This is...yamen? Why did I come here?" Xie Tsang Po murmured, feeling something was wrong and became scared.

She has never seen the Yamen before, but this is not the case. It seems like the legendary one...

Just as she thought of this, waves of solemn sounds came out with the sound of a wooden stick poking, which scared her whole body trembling.

"mighty--"

The blue fire suddenly surged on the lamp post, illuminating most of the dark hall in an instant, and at the same time, the two rows of soap-coat yamen on the left and right were clearly reflected.

Bang!

A slap of a haunted wood came from the hall, followed by a thick voice: "Yan Luo, the emperor in the underworld of this hall, is the bold ghost Xie Xiaolan, why don't he kneel when he sees this hall?"

Xie’s real name is Xie Xiaolan.

The gavel made her heart beat, and her feet softened and she knelt down. When she looked up at the hall, the white gauze tent had fallen.

"Xie Xiaolan, you should have lived for seven years. This palace has captured you because you humiliated Xiangliu Hubo today. He came to me to complain. I will ask you if this matter is certain?"
Chapter completed!