80s Taoism

Although under the threat of Ma Wulang, Zhang Jiaohua did not dare to cry out, but the two lines of tears flowed down unstoppably like a faucet turned on.

Seeing the little kid crying so loudly, Ma Wulang felt that it was not fun anymore, "I am not a human trafficker, but the head of the Ma family. Do you know?"

Ma Daochang? Isn't that more terrifying than human traffickers? It was fine if Ma Wulang didn't say anything, but when he did, Zhang Jiaohua cried even more sadly than before. It's not because of how vicious Ma Wulang is, but because of the preschool education in this village. Usually, if any little kid is disobedient, grandparents, grandparents, and mothers will say: Taoist Ma is here, and you are still crying, and Taoist Ma will catch you as a kid. Therefore, in the minds of children, traffickers are the second most terrifying person, and Daoist Ma is the first.

Daoist Ma didn't expect this result, and felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly. Damn, don't you usually just tease a few little daughters-in-law and big girls, steal chickens and dogs for nothing, see who doesn't like it, and play tricks with a little Taoism? How did it become like this?

Jin Hu and the others were also trembling with fright, and hid behind Zhang Jiaohua, but did not run away.

"Don't cry!" Daoist Ma immediately became angry. Three good words are not as good as a horse, Daoist, I can't cure you, a little brat.

Zhang Jiaohua was frightened again and trembled all over. Jin Hu and the others were also trembling with fright, and began to cry. This is the first time they have made a sound. Zhang Jiaohua was so frightened by Daoist Ma that he didn't notice this.

"What's your name?" Daoist Ma was quite satisfied with the effect.

"Zhang, Zhang Jiaohua." Zhang Jiaohua looked at Taoist Ma with some fear. This person, who was even scarier than a human trafficker, was dirty, like a beggar, unkempt, and his Taoist robes looked like the skirts of dance shows on TV, with strands of hair underneath. Ma Daochang is barefoot, what a pair of big feet. I feel that the image of Daoist Ma is not quite the same as what Niang described before.

"Your mother is so capable!" Daoist Ma chuckled, obviously very happy with Zhang Jiaohua's name.

"It wasn't from my mother, it was from my grandfather." Zhang Jiaohua felt that the credit should go to his grandfather. In fact, Zhang Jiaohua is quite satisfied with her name, because there is a Chinese character in it. Flowers are beautiful. The thinking of fart children is different from that of adults.

"Okay." Daoist Ma felt that he couldn't entangle these nonsense with the kid, or he might be taken into the ditch, "I heard that you were stalked by little ghosts? Where are they hiding?"

"Don't tell him!" Jin Hu whispered anxiously to Zhang Jiaohua. He was very afraid of Daoist Ma.

"They..." Zhang Jiaohua felt very strange. Isn't Daoist Ma a ghost hunter? Why can't you see Jin Hu and the others just like your parents?

Jin Hu and the others were so anxious that they rushed out from behind Zhang Jiaohua, pleading, "Don't tell him! Please. We will die."

"Say it quickly! Otherwise, I'll arrest you and sell you off." Daoist Ma threatened impatiently.

Zhang Jiaohua pointed to the back of Daoist Ma, and deliberately fixed his eyes on a pillar behind Daoist Ma.

Ma Daochang felt a chill down his back, as if a chilly wind was blowing from behind, and his whole body seemed to have fallen into a hole in the ice. It is true that Daoist Ma knows a little bit of Taoism, but his Taoism is only at the level of deceiving the villagers. Without opening the eyes of the sky, and without the natural yin and yang eyes, how can we see the traces of Jin Hu and the others?

Daoist Ma quickly turned around and saw that there was nothing there. But Daoist Ma can't let others know that he can't see ghosts, even if it's just a kid.

Even though Zhang Jiaohua had just turned seven years old, he was very clever, taking advantage of Ma Daochang's turn, he immediately ran out the door. Beans and corn (corn) cobs were dried on the sun-drying flat. Zhang Jiaohua grabbed the corn cobs and threw them at Daochang Ma.

"Kill you human trafficker! Kill liar!"

The five little ghosts were not afraid of the sun, they followed Zhang Jiaohua to pick up the grain sticks and threw them at Daoist Ma.

A bag of grain weighs three or four. Babies in the countryside throw stones in the mountains every day, and the strength of a seven-year-old kid's hands should not be underestimated. Adding the five little ghosts, the corn sticks that flew up that day were like hailstorms. The little ghost's strength was even stronger than that of Zhang Jiaohua. Zhang Jiaohua was so smashed that he could only run away with his head in his arms.

Although Daoist Ma is not very knowledgeable, he is not stupid. Naturally, it was obvious that that kid was not the only one attacking him. A few brats must have been involved, too.

Daoist Ma really has a little daoism, if he has enough time to prepare, draw a few talismans, and then take out the magic weapon passed down by the patriarch, maybe it won't be a big problem to deal with these five little ghosts.

In addition, today I thought I could have a big meal at Zhang Jiaohua's house, so I came here with an empty stomach, and was chased by a few little ghosts all over the yard for a while.

Zhang Jiaohua was alright, the five brats became more experienced and stronger the more they fought. At the beginning, he threw corn sticks like Zhang Jiaohua, and then he chased after Ma Daochang with a shoulder pole. It looked like flying off a shoulder pole, chasing after the Ma Daochang. Just as Daoist Ma was about to raise the stick in his hand to parry, he was hit by a pole. The stick fell directly to the ground, and the bell on it made a tinkling sound. If Daoist Ma could control these bells with Taoism, he would be able to subdue these little ghosts in one round, but Daoist Ma is not good at Taoism, and he can't control the string of bells on the staff at all. A string of instruments passed down by the patriarch turned out to be a decoration.

Daoist Ma lost his stick and wanted to take something out of his body. Ma Daochang is wearing a Taoist robe, and his things are put in the sleeves. Normally it was easy to take it out, but in this crisis, it couldn't be taken out at all, and the sleeves were torn apart with a rough tug, and the contents fell out. It's like a book, a compass. The compass hit the ground with a tinkling sound, and rolled a few times on the ground before stopping.

In an instant, Daoist Ma was hit by a pole again, and then saw a hatchet and an ax flying out of Zhang Jiaohua's house. Daoist Ma was so frightened that he almost lost his mind. Where can I manage those babies that fell on the ground? Pull up your legs and run out the door.

Although Jin Hu and the other five little ghosts saw Taoist Ma running away, they did not chase them out of the yard.

One person and five little ghosts had also exploded with all their energy just now, and when the strong enemy left, they all sat on the threshold and panted.

"Oops!" Panting, Zhang Jiaohua looked at the corn sticks all over the place, and immediately put on a sad face. He hurried over to pick up the corn sticks all over the floor.

"Calling flowers, we'll pick them up for you!" Jin Hu also brought a few friends forward.

Immediately, a strange phenomenon appeared in the yard. The corn sticks all over the yard flew up and automatically flew into the bamboo mats on the sun valley flat.

Daoist Ma ran out panting for a short distance before he was seen by the villagers.

"Ma Daochang, why did it become like this?" Liu Qianwang, who drove the tractor in Meiziao, was also a figure in Meiziao, and he looked at the embarrassed Ma Daochang teasingly.

"It's unlucky! The little ghosts of Zhang Youping's family have become ghosts. If Master Dao didn't run so fast today, he would have almost died at their house." Daoist Ma still had lingering fears.