Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11222

When Taoist Master Yuan heard Yang Ruoqing's doubts, he turned around again and explained to her, an outsider, earnestly: "Because the soul remains in the human world and wanders between the cemeteries."

"When the body decays, the soul has nowhere to rest. It may rest on some flowers or plants, or even on the clothes of passers-by at any time. Once it is bound by some container or something, it is very likely that it cannot be summoned!"

Yang Ruoqing understood most of it now. To put it bluntly, it was like a kite with a broken string. It might fly to someplace and get caught on a tree branch or a telephone pole, unable to fly back.

"Master Yuan, I understand. I have no other doubts." Yang Ruoqing said, "If it is convenient, I will ask you to help me with the summoning!"

Taoist Yuan nodded, put away the animal skin Bagua diagram and the pair of pig kidneys on the table, and then told Xiao Mo to prepare the things for asking for rice.

"Bring a bowl of rice, three incense sticks, and a stack of yellow paper."

"Yes, master!"

Soon Xiaomo brought what Master Yuan wanted.

Yang Ruoqing saw that the three incense sticks and the stack of yellow paper were no different from each other. They were exactly the same items that Taoist temples usually provide to pilgrims for them to worship the gods in the temple.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes fell on the bowl of uncooked rice.

The bowl was a very ordinary bowl, but the rice in it looked wrong.

Raw rice, obviously raw rice.

But the raw rice turned yellow, not white at all. Not only was it yellow, but there was also some black stuff in it, as if it had been scattered on the ground and picked up again, or as if it had been sprinkled with cigarette ash or something. In short, it looked very different from the clean grains of rice that everyone usually eats.

Taoist Yuan held three incense sticks in his hand, lit them and inserted them into the bowl of rice.

Watching the incense ash falling, Yang Ruoqing understood. No wonder the bowl of rice looked so ugly and dirty. So this is what happened!

After Taoist Yuan lit the incense, he took out a talisman. Yang Ruoqing couldn't understand what was written on the talisman. It should be a picture drawn with black dog blood mixed with cinnabar, which was very similar to the talismans she had seen in Lin Zhengying's movies in her previous life.

However, Master Yuan's performance was not as magical as shown in the movies. The talisman did not self-ignite when he blew on it. He had to put the talisman on the fire starter and light it. Then he threw the lit talisman into the brazier to ignite the piece of yellow paper inside.

After doing all this, he swung the whisk in his arm, pinched the thumb and index finger of his right hand together, pressed them against the center of his eyebrows, closed his eyes, and muttered something to the bowl of rice in front of him.

  Yang Ruoqing quietly took a few steps back, thinking, has the ceremony already begun?

Today I really got my eyes opened by cutting my butt with a knife!

Although Taoist Yuan had acted as a consultant on mysterious matters in the past, he had never shown off his skills in public like he did today.

  It’s no wonder that through Master Yuan’s practical experience today, Yang Ruoqing came to a conclusion: Master Yuan might actually have some skills!

Such a powerful master should be able to find out the whereabouts of the old man from Huansheng's family later, right?

This lasted for about fifteen minutes, and the three incense sticks in the rice bowl had burned out. The ashes fell into the rice bowl below, and the color of the rice became even darker.

The paper money in the brazier next to him was also burned out. Taoist Yuan slowly opened his eyes and exhaled.

Xiaomo came over quickly and handed over a wrung-out towel so that Taoist Yuan could wipe the thick layer of sweat on his forehead that had appeared out of nowhere.

Taoist Yuan waved his hand, signaling Xiaomo to take the things away.

Then, he turned around and faced Yang Ruoqing, who was looking forward to it. Taoist Yuan showed some apology and helplessness in his eyes. He bowed to Yang Ruoqing and said, "Madam, I am really ashamed that I am not experienced enough to ask the question!"

"what?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

  When she saw Taoist Yuan performing the ceremony before, she thought the wave was secure. How come his operation was as fierce as a tiger, and the score was now 0 to 5?

"Why can't I get an answer? Master Yuan, can you tell me?" Yang Ruoqing asked again, hoping to find a clue from it.

Taoist Priest Yuan said: "It was suppressed and trapped by something very thick and dense."

"what?"

Yang Ruoqing's mind went blank again. What was that thing?

Taoist Yuan obviously couldn't figure out the mystery, and the divination and fortune-telling just now had obviously consumed a lot of his energy. His face was obviously paler and there was a lot of cold sweat on his forehead.

"If you have the destiny, you will find it naturally." Taoist Yuan said finally.

"But sometimes finding it out is not necessarily a good thing, and not finding it out is not necessarily a bad thing." Taoist Yuan added.

"What does this mean? I need to find out and appease the villagers." Yang Ruoqing said.

Taoist Yuan shook his head slowly, "I figured it out from the hexagram. However, man proposes, God disposes. There is no perfect solution in this world. Everything has its pros and cons. Choose the lesser of two evils. Whatever the woman wants to do, she can do it according to her conscience. Everything will be determined by God!"

Well, Yang Ruoqing felt that she had spent more than an hour in the Taoist temple and had just said a lot of useful nonsense.

It's as good as saying nothing. I was taught a lot of knowledge about Taoism. However, it's not that there is no useful information at all.

At least Yang Ruoqing knew the scope of the next search and it didn't need to be expanded too much, because the hexagram showed the physical body of the old man from Huansheng's family. Yes, it could only be called a physical body, because Taoist Yuan said that the old man was neither alive nor dead, and his condition was difficult to determine, so Yang Ruoqing could only call it a physical body for the time being.

The old man's body was still in the village, so after returning, he gathered people to continue searching in and out of the village.

After leaving the Taoist temple, Yang Ruoqing returned to the village. When passing by the post-disaster home rescue team, she saw several people repairing a house in the village. Luo Fengtang was among them. He stood in the yard with his hands behind his back, acting as the commander-in-chief.

He didn't notice Yang Ruoqing passing by, but Yang Ruoqing saw him from a distance.

Although she had just returned from the Taoist temple with her head buzzing with all sorts of mysterious knowledge, Yang Ruoqing held back. She decided not to talk to Luo Fengtang about it now and not to waste his time. She would wait until he came home in the evening and then talk to him in detail behind closed doors to hear his thoughts.

Having made up her mind not to disturb Luo Fengtang for the moment, Yang Ruoqing walked towards her home at the village entrance alone.

Along the way, I saw that almost every household in the village had people cleaning up the yard. After the flood receded, every household was in a mess, with mud all over the middle of the main room.

Although cleaning up is tiring and complicated, in order for the whole family to return to their familiar home as soon as possible to recuperate and to welcome the upcoming spring farming season, every household joins in and hurry to clean up the front and back yards.

Then, Yang Ruoqing looked up and found herself at the entrance of the village. On the left side of the old maple tree in front, facing the pond, there was a row of houses. The first low farmhouse was Huansheng's yard...