Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 81 Mogan River God
"Madam... Huair... are you in the fairy aunt's room?"

Hearing Zhai Jinzu's call, the little weasel ran to the bed with a cry, tried to straighten up and wanted to jump on the window edge.

Unfortunately, it was too short. After jumping several times, it was still far away from the window edge.

Zhai Jinzu crouched under the window and asked almost in a breathy voice: "Huair, is it you? I seem to hear your voice..."

"Hahahahaha..." The little weasel was also trying to respond, but to Jiang Fuyuan it sounded like the little thing was squeaking.

She simply got up and walked to the window, opened the window and poked her head in, and met Zhai Jinzu's eyes, who was poking his head like a thief.

Zhai Jinzu smiled awkwardly: "Haha... Fairy Girl is not asleep yet..."

Jiang Fuyuan: "I fell asleep, but I was woken up by your two little ones again."

After that, she used the window bolt to open the window as far as possible: "Come in and tell us what is going on."

There was something wrong with the way Zhai Jinzu looked at her during the day. It was clear that there were other people present and there were things he didn't dare to say directly. Tonight, two weasels visited her room at night, probably for the same thing.

The door of Jiang Fuyuan's room faced south and faced other guest rooms. It was difficult to avoid being seen by others if he walked through the main door, so Zhai Jinzu had no choice but to take the unusual route - climb in through the window.

When he rolled into the house on his hands and knees in an awkward posture, two weasels immediately surrounded him. The smaller one jumped on his shoulders, and the larger one sat cross-legged on his knees.

Zhai Jinzu lowered his head and gently held one of the big weasel's paws, saying softly: "Thank you for your hard work, madam."

Only then did Jiang Fuyuan remember why she felt the big weasel's signature moves were so familiar. Wasn't this the move Huang Shuxun made when she first met her?

It turns out that what Weasel always wanted to express was that he was Huang Shuxun.

Jiang Fuyuan raised her eyebrows: "When did you know that Huang Shuxun was not human?"

Zhai Jinzu: "From the first moment I saw my wife, I knew that she was not an ordinary person."

Jiang Fuyuan: "Then your aesthetics are quite unique."

Zhai Jinzu smiled bitterly: "Madam is gentle and kind, and treats me very well. She has been by my side since I was not a scholar, and her red sleeves are fragrant. Later, she traveled thousands of miles with me to work in Bozhou. She worked tirelessly to take care of all the affairs of the family. For me, Zhai There are many heirs in the family, and my wife endured countless hardships before she gave birth to a son for me... What more can a husband ask for when I have a wife like this."

Bang bang bang, Jiang Fuyuan clapped: "I've known for a long time that you and your wife are loving, but you and your family of three came to me in the middle of the night just to give me dog food, right?"

"Of course not." Zhai Jinzu said solemnly, "I came here to tell the fairy that the river god of Bozhou is a big monster!"

There is a large river running through Bozhou, named Mogan River. For hundreds of years, the river's clear and gentle water has been nourishing thousands of people in Bozhou.

A month ago, the water level that was supposed to drop in autumn and winter suddenly rose sharply, with the water level reaching the doorsteps of people's homes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.That night, many people had a strange dream. In the dream, there was a woman in strange clothes who claimed to be the God of the Mogan River. She asked the people to worship her all the time in the future and to pay tribute to beautiful women in the river every month. One, as her maid.

Naturally, the people did not believe it at first and did not follow the requirements of the river god. Unexpectedly, after that, the water level of the Mogan River became higher and higher day by day, eventually submerging hundreds of households on both sides of the river embankment, and many people washed up. Corpses of creatures of various shapes.

The magistrates of several counties along the river gathered together and went to the Bozhou government office to tell Zhai Jinzu about the incident.

"I didn't believe in any river gods at first, until I saw a fish with four legs."

Now when talking about the monster he saw that day, Zhai Jinzu still had lingering fears. Huang Shuxun couldn't bear to see her husband's sad face, so she relied on her century-old cultivation to quietly take a trip to the Mogan River at night.

Zhai Jinzu still doesn't know what happened that night. He only saw Huang Shuxun being beaten back to his original form the next day, and his son who lost Huang Shuxun's illusion and became a little weasel.

Huang Shuxun, who was beaten back into the animal body, lost the ability to speak human words, but she could still understand human speech. Every time Zhai Jinzu said that she would meet with the county magistrates to discuss the management of the river god, she would jump up and down, frantically trying to obstruct Zhai Jinzu. Go out.After repeated attempts, Zhai Jinzu understood what Huang Shuxun meant, and began to lie that both husband and wife were seriously ill, and thanked guests behind closed doors.

Later, the imperial doctor Xian Jiang Fuyuan and others arrived in Bozhou. Zhai Jinzu saw that he could not hide it, so he simply made up an excuse that Huang Shuxun died of a sudden illness. This is how the prefect lost his wife and ignored government affairs.

After hearing the whole story, Jiang Fuyuan was silent for a moment, then turned to ask Huang Shusun: "Have you ever heard of True Lord White Lotus?"

Huang Shuxun blinked her black eyes, and Mao had a blank look on her face, and slowly shook her head.

Zhai Jinzu's face was blank: "Xiangu, is True Lord Bailian some kind of efficacious immortal?"

Jiang Fuyuan replied: "No, he is a liar."

After scolding the evil cult, Wang Po said: "When it comes to efficacious effects, who is more effective than Immortal Fu Yuan?"

Huang Shuxun:......

Zhai Jinzu groaned and whispered: "I heard Madam mention the name of Fuyuan Immortal Lord. I think the Immortal Lord must be very powerful."

Jiang Fuyuan nodded: "There are followers of Immortal Lord from Kejiacun to Jingzhou."

Zhai Jinzu exclaimed: "That's more than the population of Bozhou!"

Jiang Fuyuan said calmly: "Yesterday, the entire Xiyue Village in Bozhou became believers of Fuyuan Immortal Lord."

Zhai Jinzu's eyes suddenly burst out with a look of reverence: "Can the immortal lady ask Immortal Fuyuan to show her spirit? It would be cruel to use living people for tomorrow's sacrifice..."

"Well, the Immortal Lord has this intention."

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The next day, everyone noticed that Zhai Jinzu, who had been slacking off and ignoring government affairs yesterday, was out of character. He asked his servants to knock on the door early in the morning and asked everyone to have breakfast early so that they could go to the sacrifice site together.

When Jiang Fuyuan yawned and came to the dining room, others had already taken their seats, leaving only one empty seat between Zhong Lianfeng and Chi Xinsu at the round dining table.

She walked straight over and sat down. Zhong Liefeng handed over a bowl of warm and delicious rice soup at the right time: "Didn't you have a good rest last night? Look at how dark and blue you are now..."

After listening to Zhai Jinzu's story last night, she was preparing for today's events.She originally wanted to call Fatty out to help, but no matter how she called her last night, Fatty just stayed in the soul bottle and refused to come out, mumbling about being afraid or something.

Ghosts are more sensitive to danger. Jiang Fuyuan thought that Xiaopang might be really afraid of the Mogan River God who pretended to be a ghost, so he went with him. If he didn't want to come out, he should just stay in the soul bottle.

As a result, she had nightmares in the first half of the night and drew symbols in the second half of the night. Of course she didn't sleep well, or she didn't sleep for a few hours at all.

Jiang Fuyuan held her chin, tilted her head and looked somewhere with half-open eyes. Zhong Lianfeng understood the meaning immediately, took two pieces of shiny shaomai and put them on the plate in front of her.

"Hey, you have good hands and feet and you still need someone to take care of you." Su Menglong, who was sitting opposite the two of them, felt particularly eye-catching when he saw this scene. After muttering, he also put two shaomai into Bai Muxing's bowl, "Xing'er, your hand is injured. Just don't move, tell me which one you want to eat, and I'll pick it up for you."

Jiang Fuyuan turned her head after hearing this, and saw that Bai Muxing's right hand was indeed wrapped with a white cloth strip. His usually pretty face looked a little haggard at the moment, and his whole person had a broken feeling that I felt pity for.

Bai Muxing also happened to raise her eyes to look at Jiang Fuyuan. The moment their eyes met, she put her right hand under the table, with a fragile smile on her pale face: "Sister, don't worry, Xing'er was accidentally candled last night. The fire is so hot..."

(End of this chapter)