Fox Breeding Rules

The last winter snow melted, and under the moonlight shining deep in the dark clouds, the willow branches that had sprouted new buds faced the cold wind of early spring and cast shadows with teeth and claws.

There are no pedestrians on the deserted road, and there are few lights in a radius of several miles. Under the tree, the old man in thin clothes is sitting and looking forward, his rickety figure is hidden in the shadow of the shaking tree.

"Ugh......"

From time to time, the old man let out a slight sigh, wrapped in the howling cold wind, so distant and shrill, it made the hairs stand on end.

In the air, there was a faint and greasy aroma, and whenever the old man raised his head, he could see a young man sitting on a tree eating a duck leg with relish.

He spat out a clean bone and threw it down, just hitting the sighing old man's head.

The old man was taken aback by being hit, he stopped sighing and wanted to raise his head, only to hear two "clicks", the old man raised his head on his back, his eyes fell back into their sockets because of this movement, the bones of the neck were strangely exposed, and the bones were overwhelmed and broke from the middle , if it wasn't for the rotten skin and flesh connected to each other, I'm afraid they would have already been separated.

With the help of the moonlight, it was clear that the old man was wearing a shroud that had passed away. The man who should have been buried was sitting under a tree at the entrance of the village.

The old man's cloudy eyes watched the young man stuff the last mouthful of duck meat into his mouth, as if he saw another young man through the clear eyes of the young man.

"Son... Okay..." His pale lips could no longer make a sound, and he could barely make out two words from the voice drowned in the wind.

The young man patted the crumbs on his hands, sat on the tree and shook his legs: "Grandpa, if you don't go back, let alone your son, I'm afraid even your grandson will be very scared."

I don't know which sentence stimulated the old man, two drops of hot tears fell down the gullies and gullies on his face in twists and turns, you can't be safe in the ground, there must be hatred in this world, and there are always too many obsessions and worries when people die people.

The young man sighed: "Death is like a lamp going out, the old man should enter reincarnation early, so don't cause trouble for future generations."

The wind was strong, the moon disappeared, and the old man's tears fell drop by drop, muttering nonsense that no one could hear, until a piece of yellow talisman fell from above, dangling on the wrinkled , unable to find the forehead between the eyebrows, the old man slowly closed his eyes in pain and helplessness, and fell heavily on the ground.

Tao An jumped down from the tree and landed beside the old man, stuffed a talisman paper into the old man's palm, turned around and walked into the alley behind him.

At the end, there is another scene.

Dozens of villagers in coarse clothes crowded into the small alley, and when they saw Tao An come back, they swarmed around.

"How is it? Has the ghost been subdued?"

"Will you come out to harm people again in the future?"

"Burn it with a fire!"

"Master Tianshi, take it!"

"Yeah yeah......"

Before Tao An could speak, they took a step back and supported the wall to stabilize her body.

Yi Zikan squeezed twice outside and couldn't get in. Unable to suppress his anger, he grabbed a middle-aged man closest to Tao'an and threw him out. This man was the man who was going to burn the old man's body, howling in the air It hit the ground five steps away.

The chattering crowd fell silent for a moment. Seeing the stern young man's seemingly thin body, he was able to casually pick up and throw a burly man out. The cold wind blew by and made everyone shiver.

"Get out of the way." Yi Zikan glared at everyone in the crowd.

All the villagers quickly moved their feet, sticking to the base of the wall to give way to Tao'an.

Tao An was not in the mood to chat with these villagers at the moment, her eyes fell on the pair of mother and son who were farthest away from them. In the dead of night, there was only this woman and a child among the crowd who came to watch the Heavenly Master catch ghosts. , only this woman smiled naturally, as if she was really happy, and this child who should have no experience in the world was not afraid at all.

Tao An walked over and knelt down, and asked the little boy, "Are you a beggar?"

The little boy was timid when he saw a stranger, but he was also pleasantly surprised: "How do you know my name? This is the name my grandfather gave me..."

Tao An reached out and patted his head: "Of course your grandpa told me."

Hearing this, the woman's expressionless face couldn't help but twitch.

"My grandpa..." The little boy's eyes were wet, and big tears fell down: "Grandpa is not a bad ghost, he didn't hurt others, he came back to see me and my mother..."

The woman hurriedly knelt down and wiped away the tears for the little boy: "I'm sorry, Master Tianshi...goodbye, don't cry..."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Tao An saw that the exposed arm was covered with deep and shallow purple scars, and told the little boy not to cry, but her own tears were rolling in her eyes.

"Why didn't you hurt others? This old ghost scared the children in the village into panic. Everyone dared not go out at night. Master Tianshi, you must deal with this old ghost properly!" The one who spoke was the local The village chief, with his all-white beard, looked to be the same age as Zihao's dead grandfather.

The man who was thrown out by Yi Zikan got up from the ground, moved a bit and found that he was not injured, maybe it was Tao An who seemed to be the one who made the decisions, so he was able to overcome Yi Zikan's majesty and started to fan the flames Le: "That's right, they are all dead anyway, and he doesn't know whether the body is burned or buried."

Tao An glanced at him and asked the little boy, "Who is he to you?"

The little boy glanced at him and whispered, "He is my father."

Tao An suddenly raised her voice: "Is he your father? I've never seen such a man. It's fine to beat his wife if he doesn't have the skills. My own father is going to be burned if he doesn't bury him properly. I thought you and the village The old man who was lying there didn’t know him, no wonder the old man would still say his grandson’s name after he died, after a long time, it turned out that he was afraid that his own son would bully the mother and his wife, and he was not at ease when he died..."

The woman originally had tears in her eyes, and when she heard this, she wailed loudly: "Father! Don't worry, I will bring up the child even if I am beaten to death by this bastard—"

The crowd originally just came to catch the demon, but they didn't expect to watch such a good show by the way, whispering and pointing at the family of three.

The man couldn't hold back anymore, blushing and thick neck: "What nonsense are you talking about, you poisonous woman! I usually eat less than you wear, and slander me like this in front of outsiders—"

Habitually raising his hand to hit him, Yi Zikan took half a step forward lightly, standing in front of him and looking at him coldly.

The man restrained himself and withdrew his hand, the veins on his face popping out.

Tao An comforted the mother and the son, stood up and said, "The old man died because of resentment, but now he can't be freed. Now the resentment has been removed by my heavenly master. He only needs to be buried in a coffin, and relatives will kneel down and burn incense to be freed and enter reincarnation."

Looking at the village chief again, he hesitated after getting this result, obviously he thought the same as the man, and he was relieved only after he burned it.

"For such an old man who died in depression, whoever has a bad idea will be haunted by bad luck. I have never dared to set fire to the corpse. If you are brave enough, come here." Tao An folded her hands, as if she was watching a play.

How could the village chief dare to challenge the celestial master, so he quickly laughed with him: "No, no, we should follow the instructions of the celestial master. Let's help each other. Let's bury it tonight!"

The man reluctantly followed the villagers to carry the corpse, walked past his wife and gave her a hard look.

The woman flinched, thinking and knowing what would happen when she returned home after the matter was resolved.

Tao pretended to be tired, and hung on Yi Zikan's shoulder: "How about it, they all call me Tianshi, am I better than you?"

Tao An was walking on him with a smile, and her smug lips were suddenly kissed.

The thin and soft lips were about to leave, Yi Zikan continued to walk forward as if she had never done anything, Tao An looked at the villagers who were just a few steps away in front of her, her heart was beating like thunder, and the cold wind could not take away the energy on her face The heat of the steamed buns.

The old man lay peacefully on a support made of several wooden sticks, his body was covered by a white cloth, and his own son led the battle in front, holding the place above the old man's head with his backhand.

Naturally, he was not convinced by asking the wicked to do good deeds. He kicked away the stones along the road to vent his anger. If Tao An and Yi Zikan were not watching, he would have thrown the old man into the ditch next to him.

As he walked, there was a strange feeling in the palm of his hand, as if a bug had crawled up.

The man shook his hand irritably, but unexpectedly, the bug seemed to be ignorant, and still grabbed him firmly.

Holding the bracket with his hands and unable to take it out, the man subconsciously looked back——

"what--"

The man was so frightened that he let go of the bracket, and a corner of the white cloth on the bracket was lifted off. The corpse's head was broken, and the round eyes stared at him like a dying ghost.

Everyone didn't know why, and complained that he let go and almost let the body fall to the ground: "You have been possessed by a ghost! What kind of nerve did you do?"

The man pointed at the corpse: "He...he is looking at me..."

"No one is watching you, the white cloth is well covered."

"This..." The man just wanted to refute, but in the blink of an eye, he found that the white cloth in front of him was indeed well covered, and even the direction of the head underneath hadn't changed.

The villagers urged him: "You read it wrong, hurry up and carry it, it's going to rain this day, so bury it early and go back early."

The man swallowed, he could only think that he was wrong, and continued to carry on his way.

From time to time, the sky shone with light, heralding the coming rain, and the cold wind howled and rolled over the withered grass on the ground, sharply scraping people's cheeks with pain, as if someone was sobbing.

"What's the sound?" The man asked suddenly.

"How can there be any sound?" The village chief thought he was stunned again and said to himself: "There is only wind, hurry up!"

The man also wanted to ignore the voice in his ear, but the voice came from behind, getting louder...

"Grandson...my...grandson...I can't die..."

The man threw down the stand with an "Aww" and rushed out: "It's my father! It's my father's voice..." The cemetery was covered with dry straw, and there was darkness everywhere, and the man ran away. After a few steps, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

Behind the scenes, Tao An proudly raised the corners of her mouth, and even put on a show: "Oh, he's going to be fine, do you want to go and find him?"

The village head quickly came out and said: "They are all in their own village, what can happen, the weather is bad, hurry up and bury the old man."

After staying in this cold and desolate place for a long time, everyone wanted to go back, but no one wanted to find him.

Tao An also seemed helpless: "Okay then, you can bury the old man, elder sister, come and burn incense for the old man."

The woman hurriedly knelt down with Zi Hao and lit a joss stick for the old man.

"Wait, drink this before you kowtow." Yi Zikan took out a piece of talisman paper, lit it to ashes, and melted it into the filial wine in front of the old man's grave.

Although the woman had doubts, she drank it without hesitation, and then kowtowed three times to her father-in-law, and Zihao also knelt down to kowtow to her grandfather.

"Tianshi, we're leaving now that we've finished burying people." The village chief shrank his neck, still freezing people severely in the early spring night.

Tao An nodded: "Let's go, I'll have a word with Eldest Sister."

When the villagers were gone, the woman suddenly turned her knees and wanted to kowtow to Tao An.

Tao An hurriedly supported her: "You can't do it! Get up!"

The woman sobbed and cried, making a handsome face.

"Eldest sister, even for the sake of children, it's better to stay away from this kind of man."

"The common people understand the truth, but with the children, where can I escape from the clutches of this god..."

Tao An chuckled: "You don't have to worry about that, the talisman paper just now was transformed by the old man's resentment, he protects you mother and son, no matter who tries to touch you, you will be haunted by bad luck, and your life will not be long."

The woman was dumbfounded for a moment when she heard the words, and then kowtowed to Tao An: "Benefactor! Benefactor!"

Tao An managed to support her: "It's not our credit, if you want to thank, thank the old man! The weather is bad, hurry up and take the child back!"

The woman wiped away her tears: "Benefactor, the house that the village chief lent you is dilapidated and leaky. Why don't you live in my mother's house, which is on the east side of the village."

Naturally happy to have a good place to live in Tao'an: "Okay, I just send your mother and son back."