Take the Fox Fairy To Catch the Ghost

Chapter 1: My name is Qi Zhiyuan

My name is Qi Guoqiang, and the name was taken by my father. My father didn't know how to write, and he was a stonemason who worked by Luban for his ancestor. In order to get my name, he was said to have tossed him for a few nights without closing his eyes. Until later, the big loudspeaker at the east end of the village was full of the country's prosperity and the people's self-improvement all day long. As a result, originally planned to name me Goudan and became a strong nation.

However, the name Qi Guoqiang has only been used for three years since I was born...

In the early years, my father was idle and lazy, and he was counted by my uncle's neighbours so shamelessly. Standing at thirty, he was still a lonely family member. Once he had an epiphany, he shaved his face and begged the uncle and the villagers to say something about marriage. Later, my mother was fooled by babbles, and of course, it was also possible that my father was so honest and honest, and she eventually married and became a family.

In order to make a living, my father followed the uncle and they became masons, and the days are getting better every day. The next year I came to this world, a family of three, although not rich, but the livelihood is stable, and my father loves my mother.

It's just that the duration of all this is too short, so that now even I think of it very vaguely.

An old bachelor in a neighboring village didn't know where to get some money. He wanted to build a house and beg a daughter-in-law and urgently needed a batch of stones for the foundation of the house. In the past few days, his father and the uncle were digging rocks on a hill. At noon, those closest to home would go home for dinner, and those who were a little away, like my father, were delivered by family members.

My mother and I came to the stone field and yelled at my father. My father would be willing to stop work. At this moment, Wang Sanshu shouted at his father: "Let’s see, what is this?"

My father was six or seven meters away from Wang Sanshu, and there were countless **** pieces between the two. I couldn’t see what Wang Sanshu was talking about for a while. He joked: "There is nothing you can do. It's treasure."

My father was really hungry, so he didn't bother to pay attention to Uncle Wang, and walked towards us while talking. However, Wang Sanshu raised his voice and said in our direction: "Which idiot lie to you, come and see."

His exclamation really aroused our interest. As we surrounded and followed the direction of Wang Sanshu's finger, he took a look at the scene but we were all taken aback. Just now, Sanshu Wang was chiseling the stone, but he went down with this hammer. After the stone was separated, there was a toad half the size of a washbasin inside the stone. It may be that Wang Sanshu's strength was a little bit stronger just now. While separating the stones, this hapless toad also seemed to be divided by five horses, **** and bloody, and liquid slurry splashed all over, so he couldn't die anymore.

"It's strange, it's strange. Why is there such a big toad in this stone."

"That's right. I've been a stonemason for more than ten years, and this is the first time I have seen this kind of strange thing. What a fool to lie to you, I remember clearly just now, when I hit this stone, this stone even had a hole in it. No, you said, how did this toad get in? Look again, this guy is so big, even if it really got in by accident, then it's trapped in this rock and it's what it eats to grow so The big one..."

"Brother Wang, you are in trouble, this toad can't die." Just as father and Wang Sanshu carefully pondered them, their mother's face was grimly shouted.

"Sister Liu Yao, what's wrong with me? Besides, it's not dead or dead."

"I can't tell for a while, oops, anyway... I suddenly jumped my eyelids so badly that something might happen..."

Just after my mother's words were finished, there was a sudden rumbling, and a large boulder rolled down from the mountain, and the place where it fell was exactly where we were standing. At the moment when I was about to be hit by a rock, my mother took the lead to recover and pushed hard towards me. I was like a kite with a broken line, my body flew upside down for several meters and my head hit a small protruding rock and fainted. When I woke up, all the young and old in the village appeared in the stone field. I pulled away from the crowd. Uncle and seven or eight of them were working together to lift a large boulder. Under the boulder, I saw the shadows of my father and mother. As for Wang Sanshu, one leg was pressed under the boulder, and he just lost one leg...

My parents’ funerals were all handled by the neighbors of the uncle’s township. When the matter was handled properly, the villagers persuaded the uncle to adopt me. After all, he and I are blood relatives, and now I am the only one I can rely on. Loved ones. However, in the end, even if the old village chief showed up, they couldn't change the uncle's cruel decision.

"Whoever wants to raise it, whoever raises it, I still have four mouths waiting to eat at home, I can't afford it anyway."

Firstly, the people in the village are poor, and secondly, every household is dragging the family, and no one wants to take over my hot potato. Under this situation, I would starve to death in a few days, but when everyone pushed me around, an old man changed my destiny.

There is a mountain at the west end of our village. There are three ruined temples with tiled houses on the mountain. The old village chiefs in the village can't even tell the exact date of construction. This small temple has long been ruined, overgrown with weeds, and no one in the village takes care of it. If it is left to wind and rain, it may be completely ruined in a while.

When my mother was pregnant with me, two outsiders came to our village. One is a Taoist priest in a tattered Taoist robe with his hair in his bun. Not to mention that he should be in his 50s or 60s. Although this old Taoist priest is a bit sloppy, he is kind, at least not annoying at first sight. Along with him was a little boy about three or four years old, probably suffering from chronic malnutrition and thin skin. Their combination aroused the curiosity of the people in the village. Originally, they thought they were just passing by, but they didn't expect that they had no plans to leave, and they ended up living in this ruined temple on the mountain.

On weekdays, this old one is self-sufficient, and when he has some free time, the old Taoist priests will go down the mountain to the village to chat and have fun with women. Once he was born and then matured, the old Taoist priests had a good relationship with those old women within a short period of time. Of course, the fundamental reason is not that everyone likes to listen to his non-decent mouthfuls, but that he has the ability to heal diseases.

"Don’t ask for a big house of gold and silver, don’t ask for food, no matter whether you are poor or sick, hold hands to go to the Yellow Springs. Mandarin ducks and butterflies, this is the blessing that only the tenth generation has cultivated. However, you have agreed and stayed. A wicked doll."

"You crazy old man, what nonsense are you talking about at this time."

"Hey, it’s not easy for you to drag your family around. Fortunately, it’s okay for me to be crazy. I'll take care of this wicked doll."

"You, do you care?"

"Wawa, would you like to follow me?"

Although I was young, I could still feel the indifference and disgust in the eyes of the people in the village, and the wrinkled face in front of me, and the expression in the eyes, seemed to care like my mother and father. Plus, I am no stranger to him. "Master, I'm with you."

"Well, good girl, come, lie on the back of the old man, and I will carry you up the mountain."

The old Taoist's surname is Yuan, and his name is Yuanqiu. I don't know which mountain or view he used to be, but his accent is not much different from that of our locals, that is, he is from Sichuan and Chongqing. As for the little boy who followed Yuanqiu Taoist priest named Jiang Yilong, it was Yuanqiu Taoist priest halfway adopting a poor person who was similar to me.

On the second day of going up the mountain, Taoist Yuan Qiu asked me to change my mind, from the old master to the master, and Jiang Yilong will be my senior brother from now on. The whole process of accepting apprentices and apprentices is very simple, just kowtow to the Taoist priest Yuanqiu three times to be considered as a ceremony.

"I don't have so many miscellaneous rules. In short, you must remember to respect the teacher and respect the truth, and you must never be a villain who is treachery."

"Old way...Master, I know." Maybe I was a little worried that he would drive me down the mountain if I didn't say anything right. I hurriedly added immaturely, "Don't worry, no matter what you say in the future, I will listen."

"Hey, your baby is also well-behaved, very good." Yuan Qiu smiled and touched my head, but the smile on his face quickly sank again, and the forehead wrinkled. "Guoqiang, it’s no wonder that you have this calamity. Your horoscope is too light, and the name you took is too hard. Your surname is Qi originally, plus Guoqiang, Qi family ruled the country and the world, your three, two and five dollars I can’t bear or suppress my fate. Now, since you are my apprentice, although you can’t change your life, but it’s okay to change your name to change your luck."

Jiang Yilong said casually: "Master, or change the junior brother to Jiang Guoqiang."

"You guy, I changed his name, not his surname." Yuan Qiu stroked the goat's beard, and said after a long time: "Yes, it's not indifferent to ambition, nor tranquil to be far away. From now on, you will be called Zhiyuan. , Qi Zhiyuan."

Since then, there is one more person in this ruined temple on the mountain. Although our life is miserable, here I can feel that I am a little apprentice favored by the master, and a little brother loved by the master.

Time flies, autumn and winter come. I didn't expect to stay on the mountain for ten years when I promised to follow the old Taoist priest up the mountain. In the past ten years, I have never visited a mountain. Perhaps it was because I knew the human indifference of the group of people down the mountain, or because even I felt that the way of life in the temple on the mountain really belonged to me.

In fact, even though I have lived with Master on the mountain for ten years, I feel that Master is covered with a veil of mystery. My elder brother and I probably only know him as the tip of the iceberg.

Originally, I wanted to continue to maintain this status quo, so that my elder brother and I have enough time to get to know Master, to know Master, to learn how to behave with Master, to learn about cursive syndrome, and to learn about divination, even mysterious. Thaumaturgy...

However, all this is just like what Master always said, everything has its own definite number!