"Uncle Jiu, I'm really sorry about what happened just now."
Mr. Tao apologized in a low voice, "My student is not usually like this."
Uncle Jiu nodded, indicating that he fully understood.
He didn't expect that his casual remark would be heard by the owner of the house.
It is really unlucky to say such things on this auspicious day of raising the beam.
Fortunately, the middle-aged man had a good temper and just said a few words to him. If he had a bad temper, they might have fought today.
Of course, who knows who will be beaten into a pig's head.
Uncle Jiu said that with his skills, it would not be a problem for him to beat ten people alone.
Mr. Tao finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although that man was only his student, he was still half a son to him.
Please help if you can.
The group walked forward, and this time everything went smoothly and they arrived directly at Mr. Tao's home.
As soon as Mr. Tao shouted at the door, an old woman and a man came out of the house.
The old woman should be Mr. Tao’s wife.
Russell knew the young man. He was the one who came to see Uncle Jiu two days ago. At that time, Russell was playing with chickens inside and just took a look.
Russell only took a glance and noticed that their eyes were red and their sleeves were a little wet, probably because they cried a lot.
I'm afraid something big has happened at home.
"Master Lin!"
Uncle Jiu nodded slowly, and just as he was about to enter the house, he suddenly stopped, raised his head, looked at the top of Mr. Tao's door, and fell into thought.
Mr. Tao was startled and looked at it carefully, but did not find anything unusual.
"Master, have you found anything?"
Mr. Tao knew that he was only a mortal and certainly could not see as much as Taoist Master Jiu Shu, so he felt a little worried and could not help but ask.
Uncle Jiu shook his head. "I already have a guess in my mind, but it's hard to say at the moment. I need to wait and see."
After saying that, he walked straight into Mr. Tao's house.
Russell looked at the door of his house thoughtfully. There was a yellow gas lingering on the door beam, which was particularly conspicuous.
This is the first time he has seen this thing.
I don’t know what it is.
Uncle Jiu was busy with his work, so Russell didn't dare to ask anything. He just followed him silently and entered Mr. Tao's house.
Mr. Tao's house is not big. It has a courtyard in the middle, two side rooms on the left and right, a main hall in the middle, and a toilet in the corner.
Before I entered the room, I heard the voice of a woman crying inside, which sounded particularly sad.
Uncle Jiu stopped in the yard and did not move forward. He believed that if there were women in other people's homes, one should not just barge into their rooms.
Mr. Tao gave a wink and the old woman immediately walked into the room. After a while, she brought out a child of three or four years old.
The child's face was pale and his eyes were dull, as if he was seriously ill.
Mr. Tao standing by couldn't help but choke up in an instant. He was an old man who had a grandson, and the only son in his family.
On weekdays, I treasure it so much that I am afraid it will fly away if I hold it in my hands, and afraid it will melt if I put it in my mouth.
But during this period of time, his precious life seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. He had no appetite, even slept with his eyes open, and his whole body was weak.
I looked for doctors in the village and in the town, but they all shook their heads, saying they were powerless to help.
The middle-aged man I met before specially invited a doctor back from the provincial capital. The doctor studied Western medicine.
All kinds of instruments were used and the medical books in his hands were almost torn into pieces. In the end, he could only shake his head helplessly.
To talk about this matter, we need to dig out Ike Newton to explain this unscientific thing.
The doctors couldn't cure the disease, and the villagers began to talk about it. Some said that the Tao family had done something to offend ghosts and gods, and that the family members were haunted by evil spirits, which was why these things happened.
If it were an ordinary day, Mr. Tao would definitely scold them.
Confucius does not talk about strange things, supernatural powers, or supernatural phenomena.
But seeing his precious grandson becoming increasingly thinner and almost dying, the whole family was in tears. Mr. Tao was so angry that he smashed the statue of Confucius and said, "Fuck you, Confucius!"
Fortunately, an old man in the village mentioned it, maybe it was a feng shui issue. She had seen it once when she was young.
But it's hard to say, it's also possible that it's been haunted by an evil spirit. These things must be dealt with by a master.
Is there any enlightened person there
Uncle Nine!
Uncle Jiu only took one look at the little kid and made up his mind.
He nodded in the expectant eyes of the Tao family and said confidently, "It's just a small matter, don't worry too much."
Everyone suddenly smiled, and even the crying in the house stopped.
"Uncle Jiu, what's going on, Xiaoyun?"
Mr. Tao asked in a low voice. He really wanted to know what caused his precious grandson to end up like this.
Uncle Jiu looked strange, and did not speak directly. Instead, he pointed at Mr. Tao's grandson and said, "Take off his clothes."
Although everyone was surprised, they were still very obedient. Mr. Tao's son hugged his grandson, and the old woman took off his clothes in a familiar manner.
"Turn him over, there should be five silver spots surrounding his back."
The old woman did as she was told, and sure enough, her grandson's smooth back was covered with silver spots that were almost black in color.
The Tao family's faces changed instantly. Although they didn't know what this thing was, considering the strange behavior of their grandson in recent times, they knew it was a bad thing.
"This is tomb poison!"
Uncle Jiu explained, "This thing is extremely sinister. Once you get into trouble, you will lose your appetite and have nightmares. In less than half a month, you will die."
The Tao family nodded eagerly. Uncle Jiu was indeed Uncle Jiu. With just one glance, he described the kid's situation during this period clearly.
"So where did this come from?"
The man couldn't help but ask. He touched his son's back with his hand, his eyes couldn't help but turn red, and he began to blame himself, "It's so obvious, I should have noticed it a long time ago, I noticed it!"
Uncle Jiu also sighed. This is the saying that different professions bring different worlds. The simplest knowledge to him seems extremely mysterious to these ordinary people.
"The reason why it's called tomb poison is because it comes from the tomb. When I just walked in, I saw yellow gas entwined above the door. It's very likely that there's something wrong with your family's ancestral tomb."
"Ancestral tomb?"
Mr. Tao and the man looked at each other. How could there be a problem
His family’s ancestral tomb is on the back mountain. He would go there when he grows vegetables on weekdays, so there is nothing unusual at all.
Mr. Tao suddenly thought of something, "Master Lin, I wonder whose ancestral tomb this is, is it my father's, my grandfather's, or my grandfather's grandfather's?"
Taojia Village was founded 300 years ago when a pair of brothers named Tao moved here, multiplied and thrived here, and gradually expanded into a village.
Over the past 300 years, there are countless ancestral tombs.
Uncle Jiu looked strange, "There is a problem with your father's grave."
He sighed, "And this matter is a bit troublesome!"
Tricky!