Chapter 192 Girl Blocks the Road
"What does the old village chief need this thing for? Could it be that the Japanese wizard taught him?" Li Daoxuan listened to the old man Changde's words and was somewhat curious about the old village chief.

The old village chief? The oriental wizard?

Why does the old village chief want such an Oriental-style clay doll?
If the Oriental wizard had not asked for it, why would the old village chief have specified that such an Oriental thing should be made?

Why did the old village chief do this? Was it just for his grandson's funeral? But according to the customs in Jiangsu, the funeral should follow the traditional way.

When a child dies, a black coffin is used and a paper man is placed inside the coffin.

Burial utensils are used, and children's clothes are buried with them, but clay dolls are rarely buried.

What's more, the old village chief's grandson had died many days ago, and it would be inappropriate to bury a clay doll with him now. So there must be something strange about this matter, and it may not be as simple as ordinary people think.

There must be something fishy going on. Could it be that the old village chief is also related to what happened in this village?
Li Daoxuan had all sorts of thoughts and his ideas were complicated. He thought of the old village chief, but always felt that he should not be such a person.

The old village chief was named Li Yuncheng, which was considered the Yun generation of Lijia Village. Li Daoxuan had also heard villagers mention him. Since he took office as the village chief of Lijia Village, he had been hardworking and diligent every day. He was in charge of all the affairs of the village, and each family often came to him for help with their tedious matters.

He has noble moral character, is upright and incorruptible, considerate of the villagers and fair in his work, so everyone in the village respects him as an elder. They will listen to all their trivial matters and are willing to do all the chores for him.

At his grandson's funeral, it would be an exaggeration to say that the number of people who came to see him off stretched for more than ten miles, but there were still thousands of people who gathered, and people from villages within dozens of miles were called to attend.

Such a virtuous person is rarely seen in normal times.

After Li Daoxuan returned to Lijia Village, he interacted with the old village chief for a few days and respected his character. But now he was being linked to a cholera-contaminated person, and Li Daoxuan couldn't believe it.

But whether he is willing to believe it or not, there are signs everywhere.

The clay doll in front of us is one of them, and then there is what Aunt Sun said.
"Grandpa Cheng, don't let me down." Li Daoxuan sighed in his heart.

Thinking about the matter of Li Yue and others, he asked about the details again. Old man Changde just said he didn't know, and he had not paid attention to his sons' behavior.

After the two of them finished talking, Li Daoxuan knew why old man Changde wanted to see him.

The two brothers were to be buried in a few days, and the old man from Changde hoped that he would come to help liberate the two brothers.

As the saying goes, once dead, there is no resurrection. So, we still hope that children can reincarnate peacefully.

"Since Grandpa Changde said so, Daoxuan will naturally agree." Li Daoxuan nodded with a smile and agreed to help old man Changde.

It's just a matter of burying someone, and it won't take much effort. Besides, he has some ideas, and maybe he can try them in a few days.

The old man from Changde wanted to keep Li Daoxuan for dinner, but Li Daoxuan politely declined his offer and got up to leave, saying that he had guests at home and could not stay long.

When I left, the rain outside had not stopped and the gloomy sky made it hard to breathe.

The continuous spring rain always makes people feel damp all over.

Li Daoxuan didn't like this season, but he had long been accustomed to it. If he were still on Mount Maoshan at this time of year, there would definitely be mist and rain lingering around, with clouds and mountains shrouded in fog, and the feeling of wetness would be even worse than this.

He put on his raincoat and left, while the clay dolls in the yard stood quietly.

His footsteps faded away, and the only sounds left in Changde's yard were whispers and private conversations. I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was always a faint sob that sounded like crying.

Walking on the road in the village, Li Daoxuan looked around.

Under the eaves of the black-tiled house made of sand, a huge spider was sewing a web. The occasional barking of dogs could be heard, bringing peace to people's hearts.

As he was walking, he saw a little girl standing alone in the rain not far away, holding a tall oil-paper umbrella, looking at him quietly.

Li Daoxuan had seen this little girl before. On that day, when the bodies of Li Tian and Li Yue were salvaged, the little girl suddenly ran towards him, as if ready to talk to him, but was stopped by the old village chief. Seeing her here again today surprised him.

He calculated with his fingers under his sleeves, and a light flashed in his eyes.

I saw a blood mist above the little girl's head. Just like the villagers seen before, she was also in crisis.

They met last time but didn't talk, but they met again today. Li Daoxuan was suspicious, but he still walked over.

"Are you waiting for me?" He squatted down and stared at the little girl.

"Yeah." The little girl nodded and blinked as she looked at Li Daoxuan.

He saw innocence and clarity in those eyes. They didn't look like they were possessed by any evil spirit. Instead, they were somewhat mature, different from other children of the same age.

"I saw you last time too. What do you want to talk to me about?" Li Daoxuan asked.

"I, I've heard of you. You're a big master, very powerful."

"and then?"

"Can I ask the young master to help me?" The little girl hesitated, biting her lower lip tightly and looked at Li Daoxuan.

The clothes she was wearing were all patched, and the corners were white and worn out from being washed. It was obvious that her family was not wealthy, and she didn't even have a decent pair of shoes.

There was black mud on my face from dirt, probably because I hadn't washed my face properly for a long time.

From the little girl's posture, Li Daoxuan felt that her family might be in trouble. He thought about it and asked again, "You came to me, do you need my help?"

"I know that the young master is a kind person. Can you help my mother with her illness?" The little girl looked at Li Daoxuan expectantly, fumbling her pocket again, taking out a few copper coins, and handing them to him with a clenched fist, "I have money. Can you take a look?"

Li Daoxuan looked at the little girl's fist tightly holding the copper coin, was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, then looked at her face and asked, "Is your mother sick? Why don't you call a doctor?"

"Yes, but the doctor said my mother can't be saved." The little girl bent her lips and looked at Li Daoxuan with some grievance. Her voice slowly choked up, as if she had countless sad things. Two lines of tears could not help but flow down. "I don't want my mother to be saved, I just want her to get better. I heard that the young master is a Taoist priest and can call back souls. Can you call my mother and ask her not to leave me?"

As the little girl spoke, her voice became lower.

Li Daoxuan sighed and nodded, "Take me to see your mother."

"Thank you, young master! You are such a kind man!" The little girl burst into laughter and quickly held up an oil-paper umbrella to shield Li Daoxuan from the rain.

But she was really short, and Li Daoxuan had grown a lot taller in recent days. Even if he bent over, he probably wouldn't be able to reach her umbrella.

Li Daoxuan tightened his raincoat and said with a smile, "Let's go, don't worry about me."

He touched the little girl's head and felt a lice jumping around. The Dan Qi in his palm vibrated slightly, shattering the arrogant lice.

This was a method he learned from Xu Fu. It enabled him to control the energy in his palms and make the invisible things very tiny.

Using it this way also gave him a more refined control over his Dan Qi.

One in front and one behind, the two walked towards the village along the rain.

After turning a few corners, we arrived at the little girl's home.

(End of this chapter)