Chapter 175 Chapter Thirteen Maitreya Wine Jar

The scene of the writing brush falling off the hand happened to be seen by the grandpa outside the door, and the grandpa was even more surprised. What happened to the father?I didn't eat or drink for the past two days, got up suddenly, and immediately went to the cashier to fiddle with the abacus.These are okay, but can the account of the rice be so frightening? Grandpa was puzzled, and when he turned to leave, the fishing rod hit the wooden door. But this failed to divert Grandpa's attention.Grandpa simply threw away the writing brush and rested his chin on one hand, caught in a dilemma: should we think of a way to save our son?As an ordinary person, it is not right to see the general trend of life. This is something that only the magistrate of the underworld can know. Now the process of modifying it is a particularly serious taboo.

He couldn't do it no matter what if he stood by and watched his son have an accident.Poor parents in the world. Grandpa decided to intervene in this matter, but not directly, but through other more subtle ways.If you intervene directly, whether you can save your own life before saving grandpa is a problem. A person's fate is too small in this torrential river, as grandpa said in the manuscript. I don't know what is threatening the life of Grandpa that makes Grandpa so afraid.Maybe grandpa can see it, maybe he saw an invisible control ability hidden behind everything, it is that thing that controls the taboo like a landmine, if you go directly to touch it, you will explode to pieces; Even if he walked carefully around the bend, he felt uneasy in his heart like walking on thin ice.

That night, Grandpa looked at Grandpa's handwriting and ink on the manuscript was very uneven, deep and shallow like a pair of ink paintings.It can be seen how complicated Grandpa's mood is, and how much his hands tremble.Grandpa is like walking in a minefield, with outward caution and inner fear intertwined. But choosing a woman didn't think so much, he just dug out the little white snake and temporarily forgot the danger of a womanizer, and slept comfortably until the next day.The sun shone into his room and fell on the wine jug.The lady-in-law rubbed her sleepy eyes, and looked at the wine jar with relief.The jug was quiet long before he woke up.

"That noble Taoist priest is really a god!" Xuan Po stretched her waist, looking at the wine jar with great satisfaction.He suddenly meditated for a moment, then hurriedly put on his clothes, walked carelessly to the side of the wine jar, squatted there and put his ears on the seal of the wine jar to listen carefully.After waiting for a while, but there was no sound in the wine jar, he picked up the wine jar, carefully moved it under the Eight Immortals table next to the bed, and found a piece of transparent plastic paper from the drawer of the Eight Immortals table to cover it. Satisfied, he got up and left, and stopped when he reached the door of the room, and looked sideways at the wine jar under the table of the Eight Immortals, still feeling uneasy.He stood at the door for nearly half a minute, as if waiting for something but not waiting for anything.The wine jar stayed there quietly. It had a big belly and a thin mouth. The upper body of the wine jar had a layer of rough glazed porcelain, which looked quite like a Maitreya Buddha.

"Really, I felt a Maitreya Buddha lying there, looking at me with a smile." When Xuan Po told me this, she said very seriously.I couldn't see any lie in his swearing and swearing. "I don't know what that indicates." Xuan Po said. From his words, I can imagine how stable and unknown he felt standing at the door.What is safe is that the little white snake has already been included in the bag. It is unknown whether the little white snake has been subdued like this, and whether it will be like a time bomb, giving him a surprise attack at the most appropriate time.

That was indeed an ominous omen.But before the incident happened, no one knew whether this omen was unlucky, including me and grandpa. In short, at that moment, Xuan Po left the wine jar like Maitreya Buddha with complicated emotions. As soon as he went out, Taoist Gui came to him again, with a flattering smile on his face.He didn't take the red-haired ghost with him this time, maybe he knew that the chosen woman disliked him for doing so. "What's the matter?" Xuan Po was put in a bad mood by the strange feeling just now, and she saw a scarecrow-like Taoist priest just after she went out, so she naturally wouldn't give him a good look.

Taoist Gui coughed twice in embarrassment, and smiled with a paper-folded face and said to Xuan Po: "What can be the matter? It's still about that Yasha ghost. Now Master Ma is not coming, and only if we cooperate well can we take it down." It. So I'm here again. I have to trouble you, and this is also for the village..." Xuan Po waved her hand and interrupted him with a frown: "How can I help? Haven't you already controlled the red-haired ghost? You Taoist priests don't catch ghosts, so what can I do for you? I don't know Taoism either." The lady-in-law went back into the house and began to wash rice and cook.The mother who chooses a wife died in the first few years, and he himself has not yet asked for a daughter-in-law. He lives alone, washing and cooking on his own.Taoist priest Gui followed into the room, still smiling flatteringly, chatting about trivial matters with the selection woman, and did not mention anything that the selection woman disliked for the time being.Only then did the selection woman give him a smiling face and tell him some interesting jokes in the village.Consciously or unintentionally, Xuan Po will also mix in the hardships of Shan Dae's life and will listen to Taoist Gui.Taoist Gui also listened more seriously.

"Even if you take it away, please treat it with special care. It suffered enough suffering during its lifetime. Others said he was stupid, why he didn't understand why he jumped into the water, but I can understand. People live to this extent What else does it mean? Don’t you think so?” Xuan Po said while adding firewood to the stove.The fire in the stove was very hot, and the heat rushed straight to the face, which was very hot.Taoist Gui hurriedly raised his hands to cover his face. "Hey, hey." Taoist Gui replied while covering his face. It didn't take a while for the food to be ready.The lady-in-law took out two pairs of chopsticks and took out two bowls, and asked, "Come on, come on, the food is not good, the rice is enough, just let it go?"

Taoist Gui repeatedly declined. "You're welcome!" Xuan Po said with a smile as she poured rice into the bowl, "You are a formal Taoist priest. You don't farm the fields yourself, unlike Master Ma who spends most of his time in the farmland. You eat the food of thousands of families. Come, will Just have a meal." Putting the served rice in front of Taoist Gui, Xuan Po picked up another bowl and ate, adding vegetables to the bowl, looking like a poor eater.He still didn't forget to wave the chopsticks with rice grains on it, and urged the Taoist priest, "Eat. If you want to catch ghosts, you have to eat the rice."

Taoist Gui didn't eat, but just sniffed the rice bowl with his nose, looking very satisfied. Xuan Po stopped her chopsticks and was stunned.