Chapter 26 Luan Dao Luan Dao is ready.
In the carriage.
"May I know your name, sister?" The owner of the carriage was originally a young lady who claimed to be surnamed Su and the sixth child in the family. She had been frail and sickly since childhood, and could be considered a doctor through her long illnesses. Today, she went out to buy medicinal herbs and ran into Madam Huang near the clinic.
"Young lady, just call me Qiufang." Su Liuniang was frail and delicate, and she was only accompanied by the friendly-looking Mrs. Jia and a little boy driving the horses, so Huang Niangzi felt relieved.
She had just gotten into the carriage in a hurry and followed Mrs. Jia. Now the carriage was going further and further off the track, and she began to feel a strong sense of fear in her heart.
"Then I won't be polite, Qiufang." Su Liuniang held Qiufang's hand and said gently, "I have heard about your family's affairs. I have been ill for a long time, so I can't help but feel sympathetic. Now I have a way to help your mother cure her illness and prolong her life. Are you willing to do it?"
Qiu Fang nodded quickly: "As long as it can make mother better, I am willing to bleed and cut flesh."
"Sister, what you said is so scary. Does that mean we have to bleed or cut flesh?" Su Liuniang pursed her lips and smiled softly. She moved closer to Qiufang and whispered, "You just need to make a wish to the God of Joy, and your mother's illness will be cured immediately."
Hearing that it was a matter of gods and ghosts, Qiu Fang's heart skipped a beat and she asked carefully, "Do we need to prepare any sacrifices or offerings?"
"She doesn't care about those yellow and white things. Just tell her what you want. If you are sincere, your wish will come true." Su Liuniang said, "My health has improved day by day since I made a wish to the God of Joy."
As she spoke, she respectfully took out a hollow mask from the cloth bag beside her.
This mask has raised eyebrows, slightly closed eyes, horns on the forehead, no teeth and no jaw.
It is decorated with gold and silver, and has extremely rich colors, including red, green, blue, white, yellow and black. It is also inlaid with colored glaze and has phoenix patterns flying on it, which is extremely gorgeous.
Qiu Fang stared at the mask blankly. Somehow, her heart started beating very fast. She couldn't help but reach out her hand and wanted to touch the mask: "It's so beautiful."
"Really?" A hint of obsession flashed in Su Liuniang's eyes. She looked at the mask reluctantly and handed it to Qiufang with pain.
"When you go back, place the mask on the table, write a wish document, write 'The Three Realms Officials, the Four Envoys, and the local land gods allow this to be opened' on the left, and 'A corner of this document, direct to you' on the right, seal it in an envelope with 'Seal from Master Xi' written on it, and burn it together with paper money and BMW. In this way, your wish can be heard by the gods, and when the masters know about it, they will help you realize your wish."
Qiufang was confused after hearing this. How could she remember such a long string? Even if she did, she couldn't write. "No wonder it's so effective. It turns out it blesses those who study."
She said enviously.
Su Liuniang was startled, then quickly blamed herself: "I didn't think it through. So, I'll write one for you, but you have to prepare the paper money and BMW yourself."
"Of course." Qiu Fang was very grateful. "Thank you very much, my lady."
Su Liuniang smiled slightly, patted her hands gently, and said to the boy driving the car, "Go to the street to buy some paper."
"Okay."
After staying in a secluded place for a while, the carriage set off again. The sound of horse hooves masked the slight clicking sound of the toes rolling over the wall.
Li Zhou half-crouched on the top of the wall, tilting his nose to sniff the smell left by the carriage. When the mask was taken out, the sweet smell like glutinous rice balls was really tempting.
However, if you want to eat your fill, you have to be patient and wait until the glutinous rice balls are fully exposed before you can enjoy them.
She jumped to the ground and ran in the direction the carriage left like a hound with a keen sense of smell.
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Su Liuniang gently blew dry the ink on the wishing document. Qiufang had the help of her sister-in-law, and paper money and BMW were also prepared.
"I'd rather send you home than send you off to the west." Su Liuniang put the wish document into an envelope with "Envelope for Mr. Xi" written on it and said considerately, "It will also save you from any mistakes due to your lack of experience."
Qiu Fang really didn't know what to say: "I am so lucky in my previous life to meet a noble person like you."
"We are in the same boat." Su Liuniang put her arm around her shoulders. "Only those who have experienced it can understand your suffering."
Qiufang has lived for more than twenty years, and this is the first time someone has been so compassionate to her. Although her mother-in-law is a good person, she has a sharp tongue and usually speaks coldly. How can she be as soothing as Liu Niang?
Therefore, he actually regarded Su Liuniang as a close friend and poured out all the words he had been holding back for many years.
She was so focused on talking to Liu Niang that she didn't notice that Mrs. Jia behind Liu Niang sighed. When Liu Niang heard about her daughter who died young, her throat moved and a smile flashed across the corners of her lips.
While Qiufang was chattering, the carriage stopped at the Old Sour Jujube Lane. The driver lifted the curtain and said, "We're here."
She suddenly came back to her senses, smiled embarrassedly, and got out of the BMW with the wish document and paper money.
"Mrs. Jia, just stay here and watch the car. Qiufang and I will be back soon."
Su Liuniang followed and got out of the car, which made Qiufang blush: "Thank you so much, madam."
"Go to your home and make a wish." Su Liuniang said this in a hurry. Qiufang was stunned. Su Liuniang pursed her lips and added, "Your mother is still waiting."
There was nothing wrong with what she said, but why did Liu Niang care more about making a wish than she did? Qiu Fang felt a little uneasy. She looked down at the document she had written. She thought that her family had no money, and she was a young lady, so she must not be after sex. So what was there to worry about?
He didn't think any more about it and led Su Liuniang towards his home.
The two figures quickly disappeared into the deep alley. The driver leaned against the shaft of the cart and yawned. He said lazily, "I don't know how long this time will take."
Mrs. Jia lifted the carriage curtain and said with a complicated expression, "In the past, those infant spirits were all vengeful spirits killed by their parents. This time... has Liu Niang gone too far?"
"What's the big deal?" The driver said nonchalantly, "Let Huang Qiufang choose for herself. Let's see if she chooses a living person or a dead person."
"How can you understand the feelings of a parent?" Mrs. Jia glared at him angrily.
"Well said."
Someone on the top of the carriage echoed this.
Mrs. Jia paused, the expression on her face changed from dissatisfaction to horror, her neck twisted stiffly, and she looked towards the source of the sound.
"Who are you?" The boy driving the carriage whipped his horse whip, jumped off the carriage, pulled out a sharp sword from under the shaft, and shouted coldly, "You dare to play tricks in front of me? You are tired of living!"
"This knife is good." The visitor said in a leisurely tone, seeming a little arrogant, "It belongs to me."
"What a big mouth."
The boy driving the car looked coldly at the young woman who had come to the top of the car at some point.
She has a slender figure, her clothes are neat, and there is a sharp look between her brows.
At this moment, there was a smile on his lips, but there was an undisguised cold murderous intent in his eyes.
The man came with bad intentions, so the boy driving the carriage didn't waste any words. He raised his sword, flew up, and chopped at the woman's head.
Mrs. Jia fell back into the car and closed her eyes.
fool.
No one of them noticed how long this woman had been around.
He actually dared to confront me directly with a knife.
In her opinion, if she used the escape technique to escape now, there might be a chance of survival.
Just as Mrs. Jia was about to remove the base of the carriage and escape from under it, she heard a scream from above her head. Then, a heavy object fell from the sky, and a big hole was created in the entire carriage.
She looked at the twisted object in front of her with a glimmer of hope, and saw the bloody face of the boy driving the car, and the centipede's body that had been beaten out of its original shape. She screamed in panic, and instantly turned into a centipede as thick as a fingertip, and drilled out through the gap in the car.
She had only gotten halfway in when her head was pinched by two fingers.
She tried her best with her whole body and feet, but she couldn't escape being lifted up and put into the sack.
"I heard fried centipedes are delicious." When Mrs. Jia heard the owner of the hand mumbling to herself, she fainted on the spot.
Li Zhou ignored her and recited a spell to shrink the boy, reducing him to the size of a fingertip and threw him into his pocket.
She tied her pockets tightly, straightened her messy clothes, cast a clothes-cleansing spell and brushed off the dust before she methodically began to practice the "Luan Dao Jue" taught by the head sister.
The captured broadsword hummed, and the evil spirit that was fed with blood was instantly refined into spiritual energy, which circulated around the broadsword for several rounds, turning this demon sword into a scimitar with a bell hanging on the blade ring.
There is only one word engraved on the handle: Luan.
The Luan Sword is ready.
Li Zhou held a knife, used the light body technique, and jumped onto the roof.
As usual, the head failed to become lighter and fell to the ground with blood vessels attached, a beat too late.
Li Zhou stretched out his hand skillfully, pulled and shook, and lifted up his head. With one hand supporting his head and the other holding the knife, he continued to move forward.
After a few ups and downs, the man disappeared into the Old Sour Jujube Alley.
At the same time, at Huang Qiufang's home.
Qiu Fang respectfully placed the hollow mask on the table, knelt in front of the mask, lit the brazier, threw the wish documents and paper money into it one after another, and knelt down to pray devoutly.
On the side, Su Liuniang was overjoyed and took out a bell, shaking it.
In an instant, the hall fell into darkness, and the hollow mask rose into the air. Amid the sound of a resentful baby crying, the jawless mouth of the mask sucked suddenly behind Qiufang and said with a grin, "One life, three wishes. This is the first one. There are two more, and two more..."
Qiu Fang looked up with a pale face, not knowing what to do, when she heard a voice behind her:
"Mom, I don't want to be eaten."
This voice, which often rang in her dreams at midnight, made Qiufang confused and she turned back suddenly.
A shadow of a little girl who looked about the same as her, but much younger, was trying her best to resist the suction from the mask. She looked at her and asked in confusion:
"Mom, don't you want me anymore?"
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