Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 24 The academy is haunted
An old man came out of the door.

He has gray beard and hair, lean figure, piercing eyes, and very hale and hearty.

When the old man saw the mule cart parked at the door, he looked up at the people coming several times and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Old sir, is the master from the private school here?"

The old man seemed to have anticipated their purpose, and waved his hand and said, "Qingshui Private School will no longer accept students. You can go back."

After saying that, he didn't care that the wooden door behind him was still open, and walked towards the big mulberry tree at the door.

He turned his back, and Jiang Fuyuan saw a book in the old man's left hand behind him.

There is only one private school in the small town of Qingshui, and there is only one master in the private school.

Jiang Fuyuan immediately realized that the old man in front of him was Master Guo of Qingshui Private School and the founder of the private school.

She took off the soft seat cushion from the mule cart and stuffed it into Da Zai's hands. She whispered, "Go, give it to Master."

Ke Mingsong was very smart and immediately understood what his stepmother meant. He trotted two steps in front of the old man and placed the soft cushion on the small stool under the mulberry tree. He said respectfully: "Master, please sit down."

Master Guo was stunned for a moment and looked at the child in front of him with a tiger-like head and a pair of big, clear and bright eyes. He was bowing to him in a decent manner at this moment.

He stroked his gray beard happily: "He is a good boy, eh..."

With a long sigh full of reluctance, Jiang Fuyuan could tell that Master Guo liked Da Zai.

"Master, what's the problem? If it's a matter of repair, please rest assured, my family still has some savings."

Master Guo shook his head: "Madam, I misunderstood. I didn't set up a private school for money, it was just my Qingshui Private School..."

He paused and sighed again: "It seems that the Qingshui Private School cannot be completed. I asked the students to go home three days ago..."

Private schooling was his passion. Since his defeat, he returned to his hometown to establish Qingshui Private School. By rough calculation, it has been ten years.

For the past ten years, he has been working hard to teach children how to read and write, and to enlighten their minds. He is not exactly famous, but he is still relatively famous.

The nearby villagers and neighbors would politely call him "Master Guo" when they saw him.

I didn’t expect that such a thing would happen to a private school now…

Seeing Master Guo's sad face, Jiang Fuyuan couldn't help but scan his face.

What fortune tellers look at are the three courts and five eyes, and the aura of each palace. If you don't pay attention to it, everyone's face is just an appearance. Only when you carefully look at the orifices can you count the fortune teller.

The heaven is full, the hand has four fingers, and the shape is like covering the liver. He is a scholar who concentrates on learning.

The ears are higher than the eyebrows, the outline is clear, and the person is naturally intelligent. Although he does not have a position in the temple, he is respected by many people.

It's just that there are only a few children in the palace, and it seems that the relationship is weak. Fortunately, it is filled with strong white energy, which is a blessing that his students feed back.

All in all, Mr. Guo should have a destiny of good fortune, wealth and longevity. Except for the difficulty in his official career, everything else should go smoothly.

Why can't the private school continue to open?

"Funiu is old..." Master Guo shook his head and said in resignation, "Madam, you'd better hire someone else."

Jiang Fuyuan was about to say something else when Big Zai's crisp voice came.

"I am an old man who has great ambitions. In his old age, a martyr has a great ambition. I have a strong body and a thousand lines of reading. I can definitely revive Qingshui Private School."

Every word is precious and every sentence is sonorous.

Jiang Fuyuan couldn't help but applaud the eldest son wildly in her heart. He is indeed a great eldest son for his mother!
Master Guo obviously did not expect that the child in front of him would have such an opinion and asked in surprise: "Are you literate?"

"Daddy taught me."

"Okay, okay, okay..." He sighed three times in a row. Such a young farm boy can have such an insight. If he is guided, he will definitely fly like a dragon in the sky in the future.

But when he thought that he could not personally teach such a good seedling, Master Guo instantly felt depressed again.

"Oh, madam, I won't hide it from you. Qingshui Private School is...haunted!" The copy book handed in by a child named Daniel was blank at first. He thought that Daniel was being playful and didn't write anything, so he called the child over. After being scolded, Daniel swore that he had indeed finished copying.

Since Daniel had always been honest and obedient and behaved well, he thought that the child was just trying to show off by being tough, and he slapped his palms three times before letting the child go back to class.

From that day on, more and more children began to hand in blank booklets.

Every child insisted that he had finished writing, but for some reason the booklet turned blank again.

Master Guo was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. He didn't understand why the usually obedient and well-behaved children suddenly rebelled collectively. Every time he reviewed the children's books at night, he couldn't help but slap the ruler.

So he changed his strategy and asked the children to finish school an hour later, and then directly copied all the articles to be copied and recited that day in the private school.

Looking at the copybook filled with the fragrance of ink, Master Guo finally let the children go home with satisfaction.

The strange thing happened that night. When he reopened the book to check if there were any other words, the copy book that was supposed to be full of writing turned out to be blank.

"It's gone, nothing is gone!" Looking back on that scene now, Master Guo still feels cold all over.

"Later, not only did the written words disappear, but even in broad daylight in class, I couldn't live peacefully."

The students who were called upon by him and stood up to answer questions would be fine if they answered well. If they answered wrongly, they would fall to the ground with an "ouch" sound.

He asked the children what was wrong, and all the students cried and said that someone was beating them.

Some people were hit on the back of the head, some were kicked on the butt... People were panicked for a while, and no one was interested in learning anymore.

"I don't talk about the strange power, but when things get to this point, there is really no other explanation other than being haunted."

Master Guo's eyes were full of regret: "I have no choice but to let the students go home."

Are you haunted...

Jiang Fuyuan looked into the private school through the open wooden door. The blue bricks and white walls, with cornices and slanting tiles, looked like an ordinary house.

That is, there is no yin energy and no filth.

[Little Fatty, can you feel the ghostly energy? 】

Like attracts like. If there is a ghost, Xiaopang will definitely be able to detect the other's existence.

【Little fat? 】

Not hearing the familiar chatter, Jiang Fuyuan turned around and looked behind him, but there was no trace of the chubby figure.

"Master~I'm here~"

Ripples of sound came from overhead.

When I looked up, I saw a familiar ghostly figure clinging to the trunk of the big mulberry tree, rubbing it obsessively, like a big fat cat that had gotten high on catnip. Its long tongue hung uncontrollably in the air, with suspicious silver eyes. It will drip to Master Guo’s Tianling Cap.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Jiang Fuyuan quickly pulled the old master to prevent him from being washed by the long-tongued ghost's saliva.

Master Guo who was suddenly pulled away:?

"Caterpillar, a caterpillar almost fell on you." Jiang Fuyuan quickly found an excuse.

"It's okay."

Master Guo shook his head and touched the thick tree trunk with his skinny hands.

"I planted this mulberry tree with my own hands the day I opened the private school, and it has been around for ten years now. I originally thought that the private school was like a tree, with deep roots and luxuriant leaves. Unexpectedly, the tree is still there, but the private school is..."

As if in response to Master Guo's emotion, the crown of the tree swayed gently, and the leaves rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound.

Windless automatic?There is something wrong with this mulberry tree.

　① "Cao Cao·Stepping out of Xia Men Xing·Gui Suishou"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)