I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

Hearing these words from the sloppy Taoist priest, my mother wept with joy, and my father standing aside was also rubbing his hands excitedly.

I have been away for so many years, and I have never contacted my family. They don't know my life or death at all. When the sloppy Taoist said this, they naturally felt a lot more at ease, and finally they had something to look forward to.

This is the reason why I asked the sloppy Taoist priests to come. They have been waiting for too long, and I always want to leave them with a thought and hope.

At this time, my father suddenly realized and said to my mother: "Fucking mother, hurry up and fry those two chickens. I want to have a good drink with the Taoist leader."

My mother wiped her tears and nodded again and again, but seeing the sloppy Taoist priest here, she didn't really want to leave, because she still had a lot to ask.

"Don't be dazed, I'll just ask about the rest, hurry up and cook." My dad urged.

Mother nodded, then picked up the half-knitted sweater and went back to the house.

Looking at the back of my mother leaving, the slovenly Taoist couldn't help asking: "Uncle, who is Auntie knitting for?"

"The sweater knitted for my little Jie, every year at this time, she would knit a sweater for Xiao Jie, thinking that if he came home suddenly, he would be able to wear it again. So many years have passed, and those years of knitting You can't wear sweaters for a long time, my Xiaojie should be about the same height as you now, right? He's a young man of seventeen or eighteen." Dad said with some sentimentality.

As soon as these words came out, the sloppy Taoist felt very uncomfortable, and said: "Uncle, can you give me a sweater that my aunt knitted last year? It's cold, and I have nothing to wear."

"Okay, okay, I'll get it for you." Dad got up, turned around and was about to leave.

"Uncle, I'll take a portion of that chicken and eat it later on the way." The sloppy Taoist priest reminded again.

"Okay, okay, I'll prepare everything for you." Dad waved his hand.

Not long after, Dad took out a sweater that my mother knitted last year from the house, and handed it to the sloppy Taoist priest.

The slovenly Taoist took a closer look at it in his hand, made gestures on his body, and then put it away.

This dress was given to me by the sloppy Taoist priest.

My dad was very happy about the arrival of the sloppy Taoist. After sitting down, he asked the sloppy Taoist several questions, such as asking him to calculate whether I had been sick when I was a child, and how was my life?

The sloppy Taoist continued to fool around with his perfect tongue.

At this time, the sloppy Taoist suddenly remembered something, so he asked: "Uncle, how is the old man? Are you almost 80 years old now?"

As soon as I asked this question, my dad stopped asking again: "Little Daoist, you are really amazing, you can even calculate my dad's age!"

"That's what I do." The sloppy Taoist said with a chuckle.

Just as I was talking, an old man walked into the yard, wearing a gray old-fashioned Chinese tunic suit, buttoned up meticulously, with a hint of heroism between his brows and eyes. The slovenly Taoist looked up and knew that the person must be my grandfather.

It can be seen that the old man's body is quite tough.

"Father, you came back from your stroll? There is an expert in our family, and I am asking him to make a fortune teller for Xiao Jie, and the fortune is accurate." My father got up and said.

The sloppy Taoist got up quickly, walked over to greet the old man, and said, "Is the old man in good health? From your appearance, you killed at least a dozen devils in the early years, right?"

I mentioned the matter of my grandfather to the sloppy Taoist priest before, but I only said that my grandfather killed devils, but I don't know how many.

But the sloppy Taoist priest can see that the aura of a person who has killed someone is different from others. When he opens his eyes, he can still see a layer of evil spirit covering his body. The heavier the evil spirit, but this evil spirit does not hurt people, and it can make people invulnerable to all evil.

Grandpa was overwhelmed by the sloppy Taoist's words as soon as he came up. Anyone who can tell the truth with a single word is definitely not an ordinary person.

Besides, Grandpa basically never told anyone how many devils he had killed.

Immediately, Grandpa became more serious and regarded the sloppy Taoist priest as a distinguished guest. He sat at the round table in the yard with my father and drank together.

Not long after, my mother fried the two big cocks, two big plates.

One plate was put on the table for everyone to eat, and the other plate was packed in a rice bowl and covered, and the sloppy Taoist priest took it away after a while.

The slovenly Taoist ate and drank with me, and he was full, so he took the sweater knitted by his mother and the fried spicy chicken, waved goodbye to his family, and left gracefully.

When the sloppy Taoist priest left, my dad chased after him and wanted to return the 10 yuan to him.

The sloppy Taoist priest's expression darkened, and he said, "Uncle, you must keep this money. I will come over next year. Then you will know why I gave you the money. How you spend the money is up to you." No matter how you spend it, don’t worry about it.”

After all, the sloppy Taoist turned around and left the village, leaving my father alone at the gate of the courtyard in a daze.

For a while, I didn't understand what the little Taoist priest meant.

On a trail not far from the entrance of the village, Uncle Hu Zi and I squatted on the side of the road, waiting for three or four hours.

Uncle Huzi got a little impatient, so he said to me, "Master, you said that Xiao Luo is so sloppy, will he be beaten by the people in your village?"

"No, the sloppy Taoist's mouth is not suitable for occasions. Anyone who offends him can be scolded to death by him. Normally, his mouth is quite honest."

"Is there any shrew in your village? What would it be like if you met Xiao Luo?" Uncle Hu Zi suddenly laughed.

"The shrew will definitely be scolded and cry when she meets Lao Luo." I also laughed.

Just as we were talking, a figure wobbled towards us in the distance.

Uncle Huzi had sharp eyes, got up quickly, and said, "Hey, he's here, he's finally back, no...why are you still holding something in this hand? Didn't you ask him to give your family money? Why did you still get money from your house?" Follow things?"

Not long after, the sloppy Taoist trotted a few steps, came to me, smiled at me, handed me a sweater and said, "Xiaojie, I went to your house, and I saw uncle and aunt, and they are all in good health." Yes, I also saw your grandpa, he is looking strong, when he was drinking just now, your grandpa drank less than half a catty in one breath, he has a good capacity for alcohol."

"This is a sweater that your mother knits for you. She knits one every year. I brought you one from last year. You can try to see if it fits. You told me before that your mother fried spicy Chicken is the most delicious, it makes my mouth water when I think about it, I brought you the spicy chicken too, do you have a taste of it?"

I stretched out my hand tremblingly, and took the sweater in his hand. A sweater has tens of thousands of stitches, all strung together are the thoughts of my son.

I hugged the sweater my mother knitted, and at some point, I burst into tears again.