Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 10995

"Daozhang Yuan, what's going on with my mother?" Yang Ruoqing wanted to rush to Mrs. Sun and support her. She was clearly in the room, right in front of her, but why did she feel like Mrs. Sun was not in the same family as them? Is the space down?

Can’t even see yourself?

Daochang Yuan raised his hand and made a calm gesture towards Yang Ruoqing, and then he gave some instructions to Xiaomo.

Xiao Mo nodded, came over and took the whisk from Yuan Daozhang's hand, and started waving it around Sun's side.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, or if she had heard it from outsiders, Yang Ruoqing probably wouldn't have believed that there really were things in this world that couldn't be explained by science.

At this moment, Mrs. Sun in front of her was clearly in the teahouse of less than twenty square meters with everyone.

But Ms. Sun kept lingering in the small area at the door of the house, going back and forth, circling in an area less than two square meters.

Looking at her facial expressions, it's like wearing VR glasses, and she is completely in another space.

In that space, there is a completely different scene, and perhaps other people and things are happening...

"Qing'er, Qing'er, please walk slower. Mom can't catch up with you!"

Yang Ruoqing heard Sun calling her name more than once, and looking at her staggering steps, she seemed to be chasing her in another space.

However, isn't the real self standing in front of Sun?

What really happened?

And here, at this moment, there is an expert like Yuan Daozhang present. Why is mother suddenly like this?

"Daozhang Yuan, what's wrong with my mother? Why does it feel like hitting a wall?" Yang Ruoqing resisted the urge to rush forward and break Sun from the illusion, and asked Daozhang Yuan in a low voice.

Taoist priest Yuan said: "Old Madam, this is not a trick, but a soul that has not returned to its original position."

"Master, please be patient. Once I find the lost soul of the old lady, the old lady will naturally be fine."

"it is good!"

Yang Ruoqing stopped making a sound, but held her breath and stood aside while Yuan Taoist Master used some 'moves' on Sun that she couldn't understand.

Yang Ruoqing was confused in her heart. She was fine when she came here. How come she went to the backyard and her stepmother was like this when she came back?

Could it be that something in the woods behind the backyard hit me?

Behind the forest were the skeletons from the mass graves that had been relocated from the mass graves before the Taoist temple was built. Taoist priest Yuan collected them into jars and then found a place in the backyard of the Taoist temple to bury them alone.

After the burial, on some special days every year, Taoist Yuan would perform certain rituals to appease the ownerless ones to eliminate their hostility and resentment, so that they could rest in peace.

Over the years, the fourth uncle, third brother, and other handymen in the Taoist temple have passed by the backyard archway countless times, and I have never heard of anyone being hit.

Why did my mother get hit when she came here?

"All right!"

With the voice of Daochang Yuan in her ears, Yang Ruoqing's thoughts turned around, and she saw that Sun, who had been running in circles like a hide-and-seek, suddenly stopped spinning like an electric fan that had cut off the power.

Moreover, his shoulders slumped, his eyelids sank, and his body fell limply to the ground.

Yang Ruoqing rushed over before Xiao Mo and hugged the unconscious Sun.

"Master Yuan, what's next?"

"Put the old lady on the soft couch."

"it is good!"

Soon, Mrs. Sun was placed on the soft couch under the window.

Taoist priest Yuan took out a piece of yellowish incense stick. The incense stick was not long, about the length of a chopstick, but it was thicker, as thick as Yang Ruoqing's finger.

Taoist priest Yuan lit the incense and placed it firmly on Mrs. Sun's head. The smoke from other incense burners was mostly white.

But the smoke from the incense was blood-red, floating upward like a straight line. In the nose, there was a bit of wormwood and mint, and a strange fragrance.

The strange fragrance made Yang Ruoqing feel as if she had arrived in a grand hall, filled with solemn and solemn faces... Taoist priest Yuan gave Sun a pill and drank it with the leftover tea that Sun had drunk earlier.

When it was over, he pricked Sun's middle finger with a silver needle, squeezed out a few drops of blood, and wiped the wound on Sun's middle finger with a cotton ball dipped in cinnabar and dog blood.

Finally, he packed the remaining handful of glutinous rice soaked in dog blood in a black purse and handed it to Yang Ruoqing.

"There's half a pound of dog-blood glutinous rice in it. After you go back, whether it's porridge or rice, you can coax the old lady to eat it. You should be fine."

Yang Ruoqing nodded and properly accepted the half bag of glutinous rice.

"Daozhang Yuan, when will my mother wake up?"

"When this stick of incense is burned away, you will come back completely."

Come back completely?

So where is she running to now?

"There is some evil in the backyard. My mother became like this after going there." Yang Ruoqing added.

Taoist priest Yuan nodded, "The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the backyard has been a little uneasy lately. Maybe it's because I've been busy dealing with worldly affairs, and delayed my salvation there."

"I will go into retreat in the backyard in two days. It will be peaceful. Don't worry, my boss."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Thank you, Taoist Yuan."

"Then Taoist Yuan, what happened with my eldest aunt..."

Taoist priest Yuan said: "Although butchers are one of the three hundred and sixty professions, and although animals are also eaten by people, there are always some causes and effects in this world that cannot be avoided."

"This time the Sun family ignored the sow's plea, so they were retaliated against. The sow would be punished. However, because the butcher himself was involved in too many killings, his own good fortune was also gradually reduced. "

"This old lady is destined to have a big disaster. Whether she can get through it depends on her own luck and the kindness of her ancestors."

"Daozhang Yuan, according to you, my aunt is not out of danger?"

"Ok!"

Yang Ruoqing's heart sank.

"Is there any way to resolve it?"

Taoist priest Yuan stroked his beard, frowned, and slowly shook his head: "This is fate. My skills are limited. I can detect things secretly, but I cannot intervene forcefully."

"What's the suggested method?" Yang Ruoqing asked again without giving up.

It’s better to nip problems in the bud!

Taoist priest Yuan thought for a while and said to Yang Ruoqing: "If you really get to the point where you can't escape, I can give you some guidance. There may be a glimmer of hope, but whether it works or not depends on fate..."

……

When the incense stick stuck on Sun's head burned to the last inch and completely turned into ashes, Sun suddenly opened her eyes faintly.

At this moment, her eyes regained clarity and were no longer as empty and confused as before.

She sat up and looked around with a puzzled look on her face. She seemed a little confused just after waking up. When she saw clearly the furnishings in the room and Yang Ruoqing and Yuan Daochang who were sitting there drinking tea, all of Sun's memories were picked up. .

(End of this chapter)