C11 Aggrieved child

Mr. Zi left Zhang Xingqi's house, and Zhang Guozhi invited him to sit at home. Previously, Zhang Xingqi didn't have much goodwill towards Mister Zi. However, after seeing Mister Zi's divination techniques, he no longer dared to be disrespectful to him. At this moment, he was actually asking Zi mister to come to his house to apologize.

Mister Zi was naturally not a narrow-minded person. Upon hearing Zhang Guozhi's words, he immediately nodded his head. After a slight deliberation, he agreed.

"Old Peng, you go back first and tell your family that this matter is a bit troublesome. I have to stay here and take care of it tonight!" Mister Zi told Old Peng to drive the carriage back first.

Hearing "things are a bit troublesome", Elder Peng was still willing to leave. He hurriedly said to Mister Zi: "Mister Zi, you're helping me with my family's matters, how can I leave? I must stay and help. "

Mister Zi had already expected that Old Peng wouldn't easily leave. While Old Peng was talking, Mister Peng had already taken out a piece of black water bull horn that was tied with a red string from the toolbox.

Blackwater Oxhorn Yang Fenglin recognized this section of the tree. He had previously relied on this Black Water Oxhorn to save his life.

"When you go back, bring this black water bull horn with you. Also, tell your family not to call this child Pei Lin anymore! "I must remember this well!" Mr. Zi said in a serious tone.

When Elder Peng heard this, he hurriedly took the buffalo horn and put it away, then said to Mister Zi, "Alright, I'll tell them to come back soon!"

Seeing the look on Elder Peng's face, Mister Zi knew that Elder Peng was not bad, but he was a stubborn man. He said, "You can stay at home tonight, come pick me up tomorrow morning!"

Only then did Elder Peng leave with a determined heart.

After Elder Peng had left, Mr Zi turned to Zhang Guozhi and said, "Come, let's go to your house."

Upon hearing his son's words, Zhang Guozhi was naturally overjoyed. He quickly led the way. Zhang Guozhi and his family were right next door. The moment they turned around, they arrived at the door.

Mr. Zi and Yang Fenglin followed Zhang Guozhi to his house, only to see that Zhang Guozhi was covered in wood, and a carved table had just been half completed. Looking at the floor, it was full of sawdust, truly worthy of being a carpenter's house.

Seeing the chaos in the house, Zhang Guozhi felt a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and said apologetically, "My wife took my child to my grandma's for a few days. Sigh, I can't let there not be a woman in this house!"

Mr. Zi naturally wouldn't argue with Zhang Guozhi about this. When he was settled, he went straight to the point, "Tell me, what is the matter between your neighbor's child and your wife?"

In fact, that was the main reason why Mr Tzu was planning to stay in Songguang Village tonight.

Zhang Guozhi heard this and thought for a moment before saying, "I've heard of that dead little son of his, and I've seen him once. But I've forgotten what he looks like now. As for his wife, we've had quite a few interactions with her."

Mr. Zi listened attentively, and waited for Zhang Guozhi to finish before asking, "I heard from you before that his wife committed suicide by drinking medicine? Is there such a thing? "

"Mhmm!" Zhang Guozhi nodded repeatedly, and then continued, "It seems that he committed suicide after having a huge argument with the child over and over again, taking medicine!"

"That's it!" Mister Zi nodded and said, "Based on my speculations, the child he died to definitely not have died by accident, and it's highly likely that he died because of Zhang Xingqi's personal reasons. As for his wife, she committed suicide because of the matter regarding the child!"

"Because of his personal reasons?" Zhang Guozhi could faintly guess the meaning behind Mister Zi's words.

"Is Zhang Xingqi used to drinking?" And when you drink wine, you get extremely irritable? " asked Mr. Tzu.

"Yes, yes! "After this Zhang Xingqi drank, he immediately acted like a different person. In the past, when his mother was still alive, she even beat up his mother!" Zhang Guozhi said.

"Pui!" To even hit his own mother, this is simply an animal! " Yang Fenglin, who was sitting quietly at the side, could not help but curse.

"Sigh, who doesn't? To think that he was still studying in the academy for seven to eight years!" Zhang Guozhi also scolded him.

"Pei Lin is the name of Zhang Xingqi's youngest son, and the death of his youngest son was definitely caused by him, Zhang Xingqi. Therefore, this child has become a vengeful spirit, wandering the world forever …" Mr. Zi said. Zhang Guozhi was frightened by his words. It was only now that he vaguely realized the dangers of having his child be called Pei Lin.

"So that's how it is. So that's how it is. No wonder, no wonder …" Zhang Guozhi realized his mistake once again. His face turned slightly red as he mumbled, "So he gave the name of a short-lived ghost to his child. This Zhang Xingqi is really harmful …"

"Not only that!" Mr. Zi continued, "That child has become a vengeful spirit that roamed the world. Now, Zhang Xingqi has given the name of the wronged spirit to Old Peng's child. He has seen this name too many times.

Hearing this, Zhang Guozhi felt so regretful that his intestines had turned green. He slapped his thigh, and said in a regretful tone, "If I had known it would be like this, even if I were to beat him to death, I wouldn't have gone looking for Zhang Xingqi! "Hey, Mister Zi, the child has been pestered by this vengeful spirit. How could it be like this?"

Hearing this, Mister Zi's expression remained calm as he said, "A child's Yang energy is lacking, it's easy to provoke unclean things. The spirit of the wrongdoer is obviously close to the child. If I don't send him away, the child won't live for more than a hundred days!"

"Aiya …" "Oh my god!" Zhang Guozhi cried out in shock. He felt a sense of guilt and unease at the thought that a living creature could die because of his mistake.

"What should we do now, Mister Zi?" Yang Fenglin quietly listened to what Mister Zi had to say. Knowing that Mister Zi would find a way, he asked. In Yang Fenglin's heart, Mister Zi was an omnipotent deity.

"Originally, this matter was serious, but it was not complicated. I came here to get Zhang Xingqi to tell me about that dead child of his. After that, I would ask him about the eight words of that dead child. As long as I knew the eight words of the child's vengeful spirit, I would chant an incantation of rebirth, then offer tea with fasting. But now the matter is a bit troublesome! "

"This matter started because of me, so it naturally needs to be settled by me as well. I'll go find Zhang Xingqi now, no matter what, I have to get his dead youngest son out!"

Zhang Guozhi stood up and was about to leave when Zi said, "It's useless. He won't tell you!"

"You must have other ideas, Mr. Tzu, right?" Yang Fenglin asked from the side.

Mr. Zi nodded, looked at Yang Fenglin and said, "That's right, we still need your help in this matter!"

When Yang Fenglin heard this, he immediately nodded and agreed, "Okay! "Whatever I can help you with, I'll do my best."

Mr. Zi nodded and made some arrangements with Yang Fenglin.

Around midnight, Zhang Guozhi's home door opened. Opening the door, Zhang Guozhi's figure slowly emerged from within the door.

After coming out, Zhang Guozhi surveyed his surroundings. Seeing that there was no one around, he quietly walked to the entrance of Zhang Xingqi's house, then used a rock to press three pieces of yellow paper in front of Zhang Xingqi's blacksmith shop. He then stuffed a yellow talisman into the gap of Zhang Xingqi's door.

"I'll follow your instructions!" Zhang Guozhi whispered as he returned home.

"Alright!" Mr. Zi nodded and said, "Go and rest first!"

How could Zhang Guozhi sleep in such a situation? Shaking his head, he said, "Mr. Zi, I can't fall asleep. I'll just stand by the side. If I can't make a sound, I'll go to sleep when I'm tired!"

"Alright, but remember to keep quiet!" Mister Zi instructed.

Zhang Guozhi nodded his head solemnly and said nothing more.

On the table was Mr. Tzu's tools county, and on the toolbox was an unlit bronze lamp. Beside the lamp was a yellow talisman and a small bowl, and inside the bowl was a small amount of ink, and beside the bowl was a brush that had been left as usual.

At the very edge of Tool County, there was an object shaped like a three-pronged stone and like jade. It was dug out from under the root of the great banyan tree at the top of the palanquin, allowing Yang Fenglin to carry the snake bone on his body. This time, Yang Fenglin also plucked the snake bone.

Mister Zi sat cross-legged, not moving at all, like a clay statue. Yang Fenglin sat right next to Mister Zi, just like Mister Zi was sitting cross-legged next to him.

Time slowly passed. In the dark night, the surroundings were extremely quiet. Occasionally, a slight breeze would blow, rustling a longan tree in Zhang Guozhi's house, gently caressing the beach like the sea.

Zhang Guozhi quietly waited in the darkness. He realized that his eyes were getting heavier, his eyelids were getting sore, and his body was leaning forward uncontrollably. He almost fell over and woke up several times due to his own fright.

Zhang Guozhi could not help but feel drowsy as he made his way to his room quietly.

Suddenly, the quiet Yang Fenglin opened his mouth and softly said, "Mister Zi, did you hear that?"

With his eyes closed, Mr. Zi nodded slightly and said in a low voice, "I heard it. It's quite far away. Wait a little longer!"

Hearing? Hear what? Zhang Guozhi was like a monk, he could not understand what was going on, and he stopped dozing. He rubbed his eyes and ears, and he held his breath as he listened. He tried his best to listen, but he felt that there was no sound at all in the darkness.

"Mr. Zi, the child is crying so miserably!" Yang Fenglin opened his mouth again.

"That's right, it's very tragic!" Mr. Tzu also said.

Child? Crying so miserably? Where was the crying? Zhang Guozhi was stupefied by the conversation, but no matter how hard he listened, he could not hear the crying of a child.

"Alright!" It's here! " Mr. Zi suddenly opened his eyes and said.

When Yang Fenglin heard this, he immediately stood up. Mister Zi, on the other hand, reached out and picked up a brush, then quickly dipped it into the bowl of ink, before chanting an incantation. After he finished chanting, Mister Zi used a brush to lightly tap Yang Fenglin's forehead, and then took out two peas. One pea was put into Yang Fenglin's mouth, while the other was placed into a bowl of ink. Then, he pulled out a piece of Yang Fenglin's hair, placed it in the bronze lamp, and lit the lamp.

"Go on, don't panic while we're on the road!"

With these words, Yang Fenglin stood up and walked out of the room.