boyutpedia #257 - Songjiazhuang, Zhang's House, there are ghosts
#257 - Songjiazhuang, Zhang's House, there are ghosts
Song Family Village, the Zhang residence.
Master Zhang sat in the hall, his face full of worry.
His eldest daughter-in-law, grandson, and daughter Zhang Wan sat beside him.
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It was almost dark.
None of the adults in the family had an appetite for dinner, but the little grandson was a bit too hungry and grabbed a piece of pastry from the coffee table.
"Father-in-law, it's not a solution for us to just sit here," Zhang Shao-furen said. "We should quickly send someone to Lingzhou to invite a powerful Taoist priest back."
"Invite a Taoist priest?" Master Zhang said, his old face drooping, and he snorted coldly, "If we invite a Taoist priest, wouldn't those bastards outside know everything?"
At that time, it would be uncertain whether the lives of the whole family could be saved, and the family property would definitely be lost.
"I've worked hard all my life to save up this fortune, and if it's taken by outsiders, I won't be able to close my eyes even when I die!"
"Father, you're willing to risk your life but not your wealth. Don't end up losing both," Zhang Wan said softly. "It's not that your daughter is saying unpleasant things, but the only male members of our family left are you and Heng'er. If we still need to ask Master Qi Dao to take action, I'm afraid…"
"Shut up!" Master Zhang saw that his daughter-in-law's face was unsightly, and he hugged his little grandson tighter in his arms, and couldn't help but angrily said, "You're just a girl, with me, your father, in charge of the family, when is it your turn to speak?"
"Father, even the emperor of our Great Zhou is a woman, yet your daughter can't even say a word?" Zhang Wan sneered, "That Master Qi Dao also looks down on women and won't even let your daughter see him."
"What, you can't wait to see him?"
"Yes!" Zhang Wan puffed out her chest, glared her eyes, and said, "If you ask me, Father, you're just senile. If you had let your daughter marry him earlier, I would have given birth to a son or daughter by now and learned all his skills. Why would we be in such a predicament now?"
These words didn't sound like they came from a young lady waiting to be betrothed.
But Master Zhang didn't think much of it. Instead, he slapped his thigh and said, "Oh! This matter is indeed my fault! That Old Taoist Qi made a couple of excuses, and when I saw that he didn't know what was good for him, I didn't force him."
"Father, you're wrong about that. Although I'm not beautiful, I'm still young. If you poured some wine down his throat, wouldn't this matter be settled?" Zhang Wan sighed, "Not to mention anything else, with my fertile land, it's common for just a little seed to blossom and bear fruit!"
"What my daughter said is true, but it's too late to say these things now," Master Zhang said regretfully.
"…" Zhang Shao-furen's mouth twitched. She was still full of doubts about her daring to marry into the old Zhang family back then.
What exactly did I see in this family?
"My little aunt is good-looking!" Zhang Sanheng, who was eating pastries, suddenly shouted at this moment.
This child reacted slower than other children, but he knew what was going on in his heart.
Zhang Wan was so happy when she heard this that she giggled, hugged her little nephew, and stroked his round head, saying, "That's right, our Heng'er is an honest child, and his eyes are clean, so he can see that his aunt is beautiful."
Those bastards who say she's ugly should each be beaten with a stick until they vomit shit!
"Grandpa, I'm hungry," Zhang Sanheng, who was being held in his aunt's arms, suddenly became bolder and shouted at Master Zhang.
"Eat, eat, eat! All you know is eat! The rice and flour in the house are almost eaten up by you and your aunt!" Master Zhang looked at his grandson, and then glared at by his daughter, he finally compromised and said weakly, "Set the table, set the table, call the housekeeper…"
"Master, Master!" The housekeeper ran in before he could call, "Master!"
"Are you calling for my soul? This master isn't dead yet!" Master Zhang didn't dare to glare at his daughter, but he glared at the housekeeper as soon as he said so, scolding, "You have no manners at all! What's the matter that you're so flustered about?"
Could it be that the ghost has come out?
Impossible.
Although the sky looked dark, it was because it was raining and there was no sun.
It wasn't dark yet, it was just dusk.
That's why he could scold the housekeeper with such a full voice.
"Master, Mr. Song has invited a little Taoist priest," the housekeeper said with a happy face, "He's waiting at the door now. Our family is saved."
"Who? Who let him invite a Taoist priest!" Master Zhang was shocked rather than pleased when he heard this, and he suddenly stood up and said, "Is this going to ruin my family's affairs? Go, quickly drive him away!"
One felt a chill in her heart, while the other frowned secretly.
"Master, Master, please calm down. It's that this old servant didn't explain clearly. Mr. Song said that this little Taoist priest wasn't specially invited," the housekeeper quickly followed the young mistress's words. "He met him at the entrance of the village."
It had been three days since the house was haunted.
Seeing that the ghost was getting more and more fierce, and had already started harming poultry.
If it dragged on, people might die.
He lived in the front yard of the Zhang residence and was afraid that the haunting in the house would affect him, so he couldn't wait for an expert to come and drive the ghost away.
But Master Zhang was unwilling to invite the enshrined priest from the back mountain, and he was also unwilling to go to Lingzhou to invite someone.
Now that someone had come to his door, how could he let Master Zhang drive him away?
Even if Song Qing's words were not comprehensive, he would make them comprehensive.
Moreover, he had asked about this matter, and it was indeed the little Taoist priest and his party who took the initiative to come to Song Family Village.
"Mr. Song also said that the little Taoist priest was traveling around and saw that there seemed to be Yin energy lingering over our Song Family Village, so he came to take a look. Master, this is because you have deep blessings!"
The housekeeper flattered Master Zhang as he said this, "Therefore, as soon as we encountered disaster, a benefactor came to rescue our house!"
"Does our family still have such a thing as blessings?" Master Zhang laughed. He didn't even believe these words himself.
He had been a robber all his life, although he rarely hurt people's lives, he never offered incense in temples, gave alms in monasteries, or did much good to pity the poor and cherish the weak.
The villagers of Song Family Village had to repay the grain and money they borrowed from his family.
However, he liked to hear what the housekeeper said. He hadn't done much good, but compared to the conscienceless thieves and gentry, Old Zhang could be considered a good person.
"Forget it, since he took the initiative to come to our door, it's not good for our family not to entertain him. Please come in and have a simple meal."
"Yes, Master."
Having received his instructions, the housekeeper ran out in a puff of smoke.
After a while, he led a group of people into the mansion.
Master Zhang stood up and said, "Let's go and see if this Taoist priest really has any skills."
He thought to himself, the housekeeper had some small thoughts, but he was loyal to him. Therefore, he must have verified Song Qing's words before he dared to say them to him.
So the Taoist priest who came to the door was met by Song Qing at the entrance of the village. This matter should be true.
It was just that the Taoist priest saw the Yin energy coming to Song Family Village, which was mostly false.
A Taoist priest with such skills wouldn't be able to see that this was a den of thieves?
And hearing the housekeeper calling him "little Taoist priest" again and again, he couldn't help but think that this was probably a greenhorn who didn't know much about metaphysics, let alone Jianghu affairs.
He was here to freeload.
But it would be good to scare those bastards.
However, when Master Zhang saw the group of people led in by the housekeeper clearly, he couldn't help but overturn this idea.
He thought, this is a capable person!
He quickly took a few steps and hurriedly stepped forward to pay his respects, saying, "Little Taoist priest, I, Zhang Shunfeng, have met the Taoist priest. May I know which sect of Xuanmen the little Taoist priest comes from? Which immortal mountain do you cultivate on?"
Zhang Wan behind him also brightened her eyes and followed.
Oh dear, this little Taoist priest is much better-looking than that Old Taoist Qi!