80s Taoism

"Mother, that yellow skin is so pitiful. Let's save it, shall we?" Zhang Jiaohua watched the yellow skin keep crying, feeling sore, and held his mother's hand.

"No." For Liu Qiaoye, Zai Zai was the only thing she had to consider.

Zhang Youping came over, "Let the beggar go."

Although he didn't want others to look at Zai Zai differently, Zai Zai was different after all. But Zhang Youping felt that there might be nothing wrong with Zai Zai being different. At least he's not that ordinary.

"But..." Liu Qiaoye looked at the man with some puzzlement.

Zhang Youping nodded to the mother-in-law, "Let him go."

"Mother..." Zhang Jiaohua looked at the pitiful eyes of the yellow leather child held by Grandpa Jiwang, and couldn't help but want to save it. It's like his playmates. Zhang Jiaohua could even recall that on the day of the accident, her little friend kept calling out to herself in her dream. If I could wake up that day and call the villagers to rescue him in time, maybe the result would be different.

After that day, in a short period of time, Zhang Jiaohua matured a lot and began to understand what death is all about. Those playmates who were still by my side a few days ago are different from before. Zhang Jiaohua seemed to feel that Huang Pizi's eyes at this time might be the same as the last eyes of his playmates that day. How much they hope that they can be their savior.

Liu Qiaoye let go of Zai Zai's hand and said softly, "Go."

Liu Qiaoye always obeys the man's decision, although she may still feel that the man's decision this time may not be correct, but she always does not have the heart to sweep the man's face in front of others.

Zhang Jiwang had been waiting for Liu Qiaoye's words. He didn't want to be the executor of Huang Pizi's final fate.

"Youping, Qiaoye, you should think about it. If there is anything at that time, don't blame me. Anyway, I am old. This yellow-skinned man dares to do things to the extreme, at worst, he will risk his life." Zhang Jiwang said in a deep voice, and he couldn't help but increase his strength in his speaking hand.

Hearing Zhang Jiwang's words, Huang Pizi shrank his neck and trembled a little.

"Grandpa Jiwang, please let me handle it. My parents agreed." Zhang Jiaohua ran to Grandpa Jiwang.

Zhang Youping and his wife also nodded.

"Okay. Beggar, be careful. The dog jumps over the wall in a hurry. This thing dares to bite people when it is provoked." Zhang Jiwang reminded.

Zhang Jiaohua took the yellow leather from Zhang Jiwang's hand, the yellow leather was very obedient, and it didn't move at all in Zhang Jiaohua's hands.

Zhang Jiaohua put Huang Pizi on the ground, but Huang Pizi didn't run away immediately.

What happened next was even more shocking. The yellow-skinned boy actually stood up, and made a bowing motion with his two front feet, looking like a child at all.

"This is?" Zhang Jiwang stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of him.

The people in the village were all amazed, they didn't expect a yellow-skinned child to have such spirituality. At the same time, he also firmly believes that Zhang Jiaohua is the kind of psychic person. Psychic people can communicate with Yin and Yang, and can communicate with gods. Ordinary people fear the gods, but they are never willing to contact such psychic people.

"Let's go, don't come to the village again." Zhang Jiaohua said.

The yellow man turned and left, walked a few steps, then turned his head and bowed to Zhang Jiaohua. Then it disappeared into the woods.

Zhang Benrui and his wife moved away from Zhang Jiaohua's house that day and went to their brother's house. Every household in the village donated a little money to support Zhang Benrui's family. In the countryside, no matter whose family suffers a disaster, the villagers will not stand idly by.

Life is difficult, and life is too fragile for nature. Vulnerable groups must learn to help each other so that they can survive any difficult moment.

The reason why Zhang Benrui and his wife left Zhang Jiaohua so quickly was not because they were afraid of causing trouble to Zhang Jiaohua's family, but because they were afraid of Zhang Jiaohua. The possessed demon spirit can be driven out of Ma Jinxiu's body easily, even the psychic weasel is so afraid of Zhang Jiaohua.

Every time they were looked at by Zhang Jiaohua's curious eyes, the couple felt numb in their hearts. Who knows what's going on in that little head?

The resolute attitude of Zhang Benrui and his wife to leave surprised Zhang Youping and his wife. This is not the character of Zhang Benrui and his wife at all. Could it be that after going through this ordeal, the couple changed their sex?

The next day Zhang Jiaohua was criticized even more severely by the villagers at school.

Although they didn't dare to say anything in front of Zhang Jiaohua, it didn't prevent them from talking behind their backs.

Zhang Jiaohua is used to playing with his own. Sometimes he catches a locust in the mountain behind the school and counts how many pairs of wings it has. Either open an ant nest and study why the difference is so big for the same ants. Sometimes, pick a few flowers and put them on your ears to see if the butterfly will regard him as a flower...

Meizi'ao Primary School is also a very important transfer station for the dissemination of Meizi'ao's information. As an important member of this transfer station, Gong Ziyuan's information channels are naturally very smooth. While eating in the cafeteria, the new teacher Gong Ziyuan learned the legendary story of Zhang Jiaohua from several local private teachers in Meiziao.

As a deep-rooted materialist, Gong Ziyuan would always sneer at such strange talk. But many times, what a person says may not make people believe it. But countless people keep saying the same thing in your ears, and there may not be too many people who can calm down. Gong Ziyuan began to have some doubts. He wanted to investigate this matter clearly. So Zhang Jiaohua appeared in his office.

"Now the whole school is telling your story. Tell the teacher, is the weasel turning into a spirit true?" Gong Ziyuan said.

"I don't know." Zhang Jiaohua scratched his head, I'm sorry teacher, mother won't let me tell the truth.

"You don't know?" Gong Ziyuan felt a little helpless to ask, "Didn't the children in your village say that you cast a spell to save your neighbor?"

"I don't know." Zhang Jiaohua was also in a dilemma, her mother refused to tell the truth, but she didn't tell herself how to lie.

"Then why did you let that weasel go?" Gong Ziyuan felt powerless. If this kid tells you something, maybe he can analyze the authenticity of Zhang Jiaohua's words, but this kid doesn't play cards according to the rules, so what's the matter?

Zhang Jiaohua almost didn't say "I don't know" again, but when he said it, he suddenly felt that this question could be known, "That yellow skin is so pitiful. I saw it shed tears."

"So that's the case." Gong Ziyuan nodded. This is false information. The world is indeed materialistic.