Wow~~Wow~~

The night crows are chirping at the dark mountain, and the moonlight is like water to go to the undulating foothills. The night is not yet deep. Behind the black woods, there are dim lights, which is a mountain village with only a few families.

The broken window frame reflected the shadow of a person walking around, and the sound of bowls and chopsticks being placed on the table was heard, and then a voice was laughing and talking.

"Old sir, so are you. Your eyes are inconvenient. Why are you walking around in the mountains and knocking and falling? But it's troublesome. When you meet jackals in the mountains..."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

A woman shouted, amid the dim oil lamp, the woman sitting in the corner of the wall bit off the thread that was sewn, got up and snatched the bowl from her husband's hand, gave him a blank look, and then walked to the shabby square table over there, "Old sir, don't mind, my man can't say anything, always say something bad, don't take it to your heart."

The wind squeezed into the window frame, and the flames of the oil lamp standing on the square table shaking.

In the firelight, an old man in dirty clothes closed his eyes slightly, his hair was white but neatly combed. When he heard what the woman said, he laughed twice, and reached out to take the handed bowls and chopsticks.

"It's okay. People who are straightforward and quick-talking are mostly kind-hearted people. How can I get angry? The heroine's family has a good vision."

The old man's smile made the village woman smile on her face, and she turned around and glared at her man, meaning: Look, it's me who has vision, it's not you.

The man clumsyly scratched his hair and squatted to the door, laughing and not talking. However, the old man there ate a few bites of the coarse food and said with a smile: "The family is harmonious, but one of them is not the only thing for two people. By the way, I'll say a little bit, and I have to count the descendants in the family."

The woman who had originally seen the old man counting and was still a little stunned suddenly heard the word "son". Her face lowered, and she pinched the corner of the linen and went to the other side of the wall. She slapped her shoulders slightly, and walked to the stove and stared blankly at the left of the stove.

"What's wrong? Did I say it wrong?"

The old man calculated again, his face froze, he sighed, and then smiled again: "I'm wrong. You shouldn't mention the two sad things, but you don't have to be sad. The person who has left will let him go with the wind. Just counting just now, you should have one son in your life."

Hearing this suddenly, the man squatting by the door suddenly lit up his eyes. He quickly got up from the ground and sat opposite him, rubbing his thick palms hesitantly. However, the woman sitting at the stove came over and spoke first, her voice trembling a little.

"Old sir, are you really good at fortune telling? I and my husband will have a son?"

"I'm not bad at all, I should have it."

The old man turned his face slightly, and his half-closed eyes seemed to be able to see it. He stared at the woman's belly, stroked the white beard on his chin, and nodded: "I am really happy. I am congratulating you first."

The couple on the other side looked at each other. The man was dull but not stupid. He subconsciously reached out to caress his wife's stomach, and his voice trembled.

"Really... really?"

There was also an outsider. The woman's face turned red, she opened her husband's hand, covered her stomach and turned around. When she thought about it carefully, she seemed that she had not had menstruation for two months. Because she was busy with work in the fields, she forgot about this matter. Now that she thought about it, her face suddenly looked happy, and she thought she had it.

When the man saw the woman protecting her belly, the fool could see that she was feeling happy. He looked at the old man opposite him, bowed and thanked him, and rushed to bring the bowl to add it to the old man.

"The old man is such a living god. I... I can't say anything to you... I don't have anything to thank you at home. If you don't dislike me, just eat more... and eat more..."

'hehe.'

Over there, the old man stroked his beard and shook his head, and waved his hand: "How can I get the word "god"? I can only see the appearance of people. I am lucky and my ability is not as good as my master."

The old man was Wang Chengen, Wang Banyan, who went out to travel through the mountains and rivers and realized the secrets of heaven. At this time, he was on his way back to Chang'an, and passed by the village in the mountains at night, so he came to stay for a night and had a meal.

"Old sir... do you still have a master?"

The man respectfully put his job in front of Wang Banxia. Seeing the old man's age, he thought that the other party's master was afraid that he would be a god in the mountains. The couple looked at each other and did not dare to neglect them. They both knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the old man with a sound.

Hearing the sound of kowtow, Wang Banzai shook his whole body and nodded and stroked his beard. He felt light and light, but he still spoke, stretched out his hand and lifted it down.

"Hey, what are you doing? Get up quickly."

After the man kowtowed heavily, he helped his wife get up. His rough and dark face and red eyes, he picked up the pottery pot and poured a bowl of cold water, and handed it over.

"Old sir, my husband and I finally had another child. I didn't expect him to be gone again, so I asked the old sir to save him."

Listening to the sound of the pottery bowl touching the tabletop, Wang Banzai frowned, and felt a sense of heroism. He stretched out his hand and spread it out: "A child before you passed away, what else do you say?"

The man next to him could not speak for a while. The woman next to him sat at the table, answered her husband's words on the light, and said, "Sir, the child in front of us was killed by a monster."

Wang Banzai, who was sitting upright and nodding, shook his body and almost sat on the ground. The man next to him thought the stool was old and unstable, so he quickly reached out to support him, "Sir, don't blame me, there is no property at home, and they were all beaten when they got married, and it's been a while."

Wang Banzai stabilized his body, sat down again, and said calmly: "It's okay." Then he spoke to the woman: "What the hell is going on? Are monsters appearing here?"

The woman nodded.

"Yes, my child was seven or eight years old at that time. My husband and I were working in the field. Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and I heard the child scream. When I looked back, there was only a straw sandal left on the ridge of the field. Later, several families in the village helped find a few miles in a radius. Finally, on a hill in front, they found a torn dress, with a few strands of hair and blood on it..."

Speaking of this, probably thinking about the miserable scene in the past, the woman stopped talking and covered her face and cried.

Wow~Wow~~

The night crow heard a few hoarse cry in the dark outside the house, and the wind whimpered across the eaves. As the oil lamp swayed, Wang Banhua's throat rolled and he swallowed his saliva.

‘……I only know how to tell fortunes and do not know how to subdue demons and eliminate demons. That is the ability of the other junior brothers.’

The crows were insidious. When Wang Banxia thought about this, the food on the table was no longer delicious, and even the fatigue that had been gone along the way was wiped out. He stood up calmly and walked to the door.

The man hurriedly followed: "Sir, where are you going?"

snort!

The old man snorted heavily, pulled the door bolt, opened the door and walked out. His breathless eyes looked at the mountains in the distant night.

"It's just that I haven't heard it. Since I heard that there are demons here, how can I stand by and watch?"

"But...but it's dark, so it's not too late for the old man to wait until the day before tomorrow."

"Hmph!" Wang Banxia snorted again, with a solemn expression, and slightly turned his face, brushed his wide sleeves, and walked out of the eaves, "How can the matter of subduing demons and eliminating demons be overnight!"

Under the eaves, the couple clenched their hands tightly and looked at the back of the old man walking with his hands behind his back, adding a sense of mystery.

"Old sir, you're really a master!"

Immediately, the two bowed toward the dark night ahead.

The moonlight brushed across the village like water, and the old man who walked around the low courtyard wall, walked slowly. The moment he took his steps, he accelerated, hugged his sleeves, and ran quickly.
Chapter completed!