80s Taoism

Ma Wulang originally wanted to get some money from Zhang Jiaohua's family, but he didn't expect to lose all his beggars. I fumbled in the sleeves, recited the time ghost, and even lost the scriptures handed down by the ancestors. He lost that staff, so he just got another one, and he didn't take the jingle handed down by the master who died early before him as a thing. This sutra is an important thing, although he has learned less than one-tenth of the Taoism in this sutra. But this thing is used to prove his identity. As for the compass, it wasn't a valuable thing. He found it from a landlord's old man's house when it was broken, and hid it secretly. When the limelight passed, he took it for himself.

Ma Wulang didn't have any confidence in dealing with those few, especially when he thought of the ax that flew towards him just now, he felt chills down his spine. I almost lost my life. But beggars are indispensable. Losing the scriptures is not just losing the beggars. The master who died early once said that losing the scriptures is tantamount to losing the way. Every time Ma Wulang drew a talisman, he copied it stroke by stroke according to the scriptures. Now that the scriptures were lost, he was completely blinded.

I just said that Zhang Jiaohua was so frightened, now it is not so easy to get the beggar back from him. After much deliberation, Ma Wulang decided to start with Zhang Jiaohua's family. So, instead of going directly to Zhang Jiaohua's house, he went to Zhang Jiaohua's old house.

Zhang Jiaohua's grandparents lived in the old house, and the old people were in awe of the gods, so they were naturally afraid of Ma Wulang, who pretended to be ghosts. When he saw Ma Wulang coming home, he was really respectful.

"Master Ma, it's a rare visitor. Please sit down, please sit down. Old woman, why don't you hurry up and catch a chicken for slaughter?" Grandpa Zhang Jiaohua was very enthusiastic.

"No need, no need. They are all from the village, just eat some home-cooked food. Uncle Man Yin, I came to your house, you should know why I came, right?" Ma Wulang pretended to be mysterious. Grandpa Zhang Jiaohua is called Zhang Manyin.

"Could it be that you are...?" Zhang Manyin immediately realized.

"By the way. I passed by your second son's house today, and I feel that his family is very dark. I heard about your grandson. Everyone is from the same village, and I am in this business. I can't ignore the sneaky things." Ma Wulang said righteously. If the staff hadn't been thrown at Zhang Jiaohua's house, the effect would have been even greater if he held the staff and slammed it heavily on the Sanhe mud floor. Ma Daochang felt a little regretful in his heart.

Zhang Manyin was so moved that he couldn't speak, "Master Ma, you are such a good person!"

Ma Daochang's forehead was sweating, Mei Ziao was afraid that there were many people who said he was a good person, and it was really rare to say that he was a good person.

The old hen of Zhang Manyin's family still slaughtered one. Usually, if he kills a chicken, he has to send a bowl to each of the eldest and the second family. Basically, all the delicious ones are sent to those two families. The two old people often drink soup. This time, because Daoist Ma was gone again, Zhang Manyin's wife, Zhang Jiaohua's grandma, Ma Donghua, didn't give out two more bowls.

Ma Daochang's stomach was already growling with hunger, and he smelled the aroma of chicken, so he almost didn't drool.

"Uncle Man Yin, you are so particular."

Daoist Ma's eating style doesn't have any high-end temperament, in front of the fragrant chicken, any high-end temperament has to stand aside. Eating and drinking enough is the last word.

"Ma Daochang, how to solve the matter of the second family?" Zhang Manyin himself was not very willing to eat the big bowl of chicken that was full of piles. I'm afraid this distinguished guest didn't eat well.

"It's up to your second child to make up his own mind." Daoist Ma stuffed his mouth slowly, and his words were also vague.

"The key is that my son doesn't care too much about this. I told him to come over to invite the Taoist priest. He has always been evasive." Zhang Manyin frowned, looking at Taoist Ma, hoping that the Taoist could have some good ideas. Or the Ma Daoist was full of food and drink, and rushed directly to the second child's house to catch those little devils.

Daoist Ma had thrown away his helmet and armor before, so he didn't have any good ideas, he wished to reach a memorandum of understanding with those little devils, and he would be satisfied if he got the beggars back. He didn't think he was capable of dealing with those brats all at once.

"This matter is not easy to handle. When I passed by there today, I went in to investigate a little bit. Because I was worried about alarming those little devils, I left the magical artifact at your second child's house. I will go over now, afraid of alarming those little devils. You'd better go and call your second child over. Find a way to find my magic artifact, and then it will be easy." Daoist Ma rolled his eyes, and he was really a genius when he said such a shameful thing.

Zhang Manyin never thought that Ma Wulang would be so unbearable in front of the little ghosts, but thought that Daoist Ma had made some preparations at the second child's house. Naturally, the requirements for Daoist Ma are very positive. However, Zhang Manyin didn't want to go there in person because his second child made a fool of him that day. So Ma Donghua was asked to perform this task.

Ma Donghua's task execution process was quite bumpy. As soon as she ran over, she was seen by Zhang Jiaohua. Zhang Jiaohua has a good nose, as soon as he smelled it, he could smell the smell of chicken on Ma Donghua's body, and thought Ma Donghua told him to eat chicken.

"Grandma, that chicken leg won't taste good unless you cut it open. I'd rather eat chicken..." Zhang Jiaohua followed grandma around, only to find that Ma Donghua was empty-handed.

Ma Donghua was a little flustered by her grandson, "Grandma is here to see your father for business. Grandpa has important business for your father, children are not allowed to quarrel."

"Grandma, it's not partiality, why don't you send all the chicken to Uncle's house?" Zhang Jiaohua was upset.

Liu Qiaoye had long heard the conversation between the mother-in-law and her son in the yard, so she deliberately hid aside, wanting to hear what happened to her brother.

"My child, what do you say? Grandma lost your share when she killed the chicken. This time, an important guest came, and no one can divide it. Don't make trouble, grandma has something to do with your parents." Ma Donghua was flustered by her grandson.

Only then did Liu Qiaoye come out, "Mother, are you here? Youping went to the field to look at the water. I'll be right back. You can sit in the room. I'll pour you a glass of water."

"No, no, no. I'm not thirsty. I'm not a guest when I come to the cub's house. If I'm thirsty, I can't find the water bottle. Beggar, you go out to play for a while, grandma and your mother have something grown-up to say." Ma Donghua wanted to push Zhang beggar away.

On weekdays, Ma Donghua would definitely not be able to support Zhang Jiaohua, but Zhang Jiaohua was thinking about grandma's chicken. He happily obeyed grandma's instructions, ran out the door in a bounce, and went straight to grandpa's house.