bookrandom Chapter 122: Wong Tai Sin: Double Kill (1)
Chapter 122: Wong Tai Sin: Double Kill (1)
The man facing the earth and with his back to the sky was a prominent figure in the world more than fifty years ago.
Now he is just an old man with a frail face and wrinkles on his face.
[Daxian, come down, let’s go home! ]
Yes, he is calling me.
I am a Wong Tai Sin.
A weasel with a golden body, a slender and graceful figure, and a tail longer than its body, known as Huang Daxian in the world.
The old man was called Hu Dali, born in 1936. His parents were uneducated, and they hoped that their son would be healthy and strong so that he could earn a living by his own strength when he grew up.
As a result, when Hu Dali was ten years old, by chance, he learned the skills of a Feng Shui master from a down-and-out old Taoist priest.
It was a time of turmoil, and he followed his master, who was always quick to make predictions, to stir up trouble everywhere, mingled in the circles of fame and fortune, made friends with the powerful and wealthy, and did both good and bad things.
Until the old Taoist priest felt that his time was running out, and suddenly took him away from the world...
He was young and energetic. He made a name for himself outside and returned home in glory. When passing by his ancestral grave, he casually said that the location was not good for his descendants and the grave had to be moved.
At that time, Hu Dali's parents almost obeyed his words. The next day, they went to report to the village chief and chose an auspicious day to move the grave.
It just so happened that the site was chosen on a Feng Shui treasure land that was favored by another old man surnamed Liu in the village, and he unknowingly became envied.
During the turbulent ten years, the old Taoist priest was gone, and Hu Dali was targeted for criticism as a typical example of feudal superstition. The leader was the eldest son of the Liu family.
If the immortal had not delivered food to him in the middle of the night many times, he would have starved to death long ago.
He got married when he was about 40 years old, marrying his aunt's distant niece who lived in the next village.
Three years later, she gave birth to a son who looked rather ugly. He had healthy limbs but a not very good brain.
Hu Dali thought that this was the result of his early career in Feng Shui. However, what does his son's mental retardation have to do with being a widower, orphan, orphaned, or disabled? !
At most, just a little bit of the remaining edges will be left.
Until his wife died of illness two years later, leaving him a widower.
Only then did he believe in fate and carefully raised his five or six-year-old son who could barely speak. He played the role of both father and mother, and it almost took up all his energy.
After finally waiting for his son to grow up, Hu Dali spent half of his fortune as a dowry and arranged for his son to marry a girl from a good family.
Before he could enjoy the joy for long, his son and daughter-in-law, who had just held their grandson in their arms, took a boat back to their mother's home in Hainan. They encountered a storm on the way and the boat capsized. The people were swept away by the waves. They searched for several years but could not find either the person or the body.
Hu Dali still remembers the miserable look of him holding his little grandson who was gurgling milk, carrying the immortal on his shoulders, and looking at the sea with no tears in his eyes.
[Great Immortal, Guizhi said he will come back tomorrow to celebrate my birthday. I am only 87 years old. Is he going to say he will live a hundred years?! Doesn’t that mean I only have years to live?!]
Hu Guizhi is the grandson of Hu Dali. Because he lacks the element of wood, he was given a girlish name. Since he started kindergarten, he has been laughed at by his classmates.
[Squeak——]
You should be content. You spent so much to keep him healthy and safe. Do you still expect him to be extremely smart? !
Old man, don't be too greedy.
[Great Immortal, how come you haven't aged at all? When Master gave you to me, you looked like this. Decades have passed, and you still look like this... I, an old man, envy you so much! ]
[Squeak——]
Well, let’s change the subject. Do you think eternal youth is a good thing?
I have scratched walls and chewed trees countless times during the mating season, feeling so miserable that I wish I could kill a blind bear in the mountains. You know that...
The old Taoist priest said that I am destined to be a bachelor in this life. If I really can’t help myself, I will die soon…
Hu Dali carried the hoe on one shoulder and Wong Tai Sin, who was muttering and swearing, on the other shoulder. Soon they arrived home.
This is a very ordinary rural courtyard from the outside. If there is anything special about it, it is the high wall built around the house.
Other families rarely build walls around their courtyards. At most they would build a low fence around their chickens and ducks.
However, all the old people in the village know that Hu Dali is a Feng Shui master. Isn't it normal for people in this line of work to have some strange things that cannot be seen by outsiders?
[Squeak——]
As soon as the gate was closed, I threw myself on the quaint stone table against the wall.
It was bought back from a mine in Yunnan fifteen years ago. Seeing that the immortal refused to let go, Hu Dali had to find a truck to transport it back from afar.
Then, under the guidance of the immortal, he roughly polished it into a round table. When he wanted to use a grinder to trim it inside, the immortal jumped up and down and shouted, so Hu Dali stopped.
He knew that anything that the immortal liked must be a good thing.
[Daxian, I'm going to cook, don't run out, those naughty monkeys are on holiday, many of them have slingshots in their hands, be careful! ]
[Squeak——]
I know, I know. When people get old, they become more talkative.
When Hu Dali saw Daxian rubbing his ears with his paws impatiently, he shook his head and went to the kitchen. He had to go to the town to buy some beef and mutton tomorrow, otherwise that picky boy would come back and refuse to eat this or that, which was really annoying!
I don’t know why, this handsome guy who was born and raised in Guangdong, has not eaten a single bite of chicken in the past 25 years, but loves beef and mutton very much. Once boiled in water, Hu Guizhi can finish a whole pot of it by himself.
There are dozens of chickens at home, all of which are Daxian's food. It eats at least one chicken a day and is very protective of its food. It is unwilling to share any of it with others, even with its own family.
Hu Dali worked hard to help Daxian clean up every day, and the chickens trembled when they saw him.
A sparrow was tired of flying, so it landed on the courtyard wall to rest. The talisman paper pasted on the inside of the wall was blown up by the wind, and the sparrow's legs became stiff, as if it had been electrocuted, and it fell backwards and flew out.
After several seconds, a dull sound of something landing was heard.
【Chirp?!】
The sparrow recovered as soon as it landed on the ground, its little face full of fearヽ(*。＞Д＜)o゜, and it flapped its wings hurriedly and fled away.
[Squeak——]
Oh, I heard that sparrows are now protected animals. Never mind. I smacked my lips and stretched out my limbs while lying on the stone table.
Inside this stone skin is a piece of imperial green, full of spiritual energy, and priceless (ˉ﹃ˉ)