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The Taoist Wang said that there were very few people who talked about the matters of the Maoju Spirit. It was a 'bastard' born from the Yellow Skin and Fox Day. As mentioned earlier, these five deities were already placed in the Immortal Class in the Northeast, but for Maoju Spirit, one reason was that they could not get to the top, and the second reason was that there were very few people who knew about it, so they could only be called 'gods', not 'immortals'.

The guests were dumbfounded. They only knew that there were five legendary things known as "Hu, Huang, Bai, Liu and Hui", which were the fox, weasel, hedgehog, snake and mouse. However, they had never heard of the "Maoju Spirit" thing.

The customer immediately asked, What the f * * k! Yellow skinned and foxes were both evil creatures, so wouldn't the items these two came up with be even more so?

The Taoist Wang was right, but when he just moved here, he was fortunate enough to have seen it before, and only then did he know that the Maoju Spirit really existed.

The mature Maoju Spirit was very big, even a size bigger than a domesticated adult dog.

There were usually two kinds of Maoju Spirit. The first kind was' greedy for money ', they had inherited the glorious tradition of being a yellow-skinned man — stealing food and the personality of having to take revenge.

When they go in and out of the house, they carry a small bag that can hold a lot of things.

The dumplings that were boiled in the pot had half a bag of rice noodles, and it had stolen them from the cloth bag.

The Taoist Wang met Maoju Spirit three years ago, and it just so happened to be New Year's Eve at that time.

A mother and son lived in the west end of the village. The son was in his forties and was a bachelor. He had never married before.

That year, during the Spring Festival, Maoju Spirit visited his home. On the night of New Year's Eve, his old mother helped him wrap a curtain of dumplings. On the morning of the first day, he woke up early, opened the door, and started cooking the dumplings.

He boiled the dumplings in the pot, thinking it was time to stir them, so he lifted the lid and turned the dumplings over in the iron pot.

Flipping through it, he felt that something was wrong. Strange! Why were these dumplings so hard? He hit the pot so hard that it jingled. At that time, the heat coming out of the pot was too big, so he couldn't see clearly. He blew a mouthful of air and took a closer look. What the f * ck! How was this a dumpling? It was clearly a stone egg from the riverbank!

The stone eggs in the riverbank were milky white in color. There were large and small eggs, and they were circular and irregular in shape. However, the stone eggs in the wok were absolutely evenly proportioned.

Poor old bachelor, even the dumplings on the first day of the new year were swapped out, and they were changed after being boiled in a pot.

This person's temper was a little stubborn, and he immediately became angry. He picked up the pot, which was filled with water and stones, and flipped it.

On the first day of the new year, it was not just this unlucky guy who lost all the dumplings. There was another household in the village where the dumplings were also lost, but while they were cooking dumplings, they discovered that there were no dumplings left on the curtain. However, the cloth covering the dumplings was still properly covered.

The next year was nearing the Spring Festival, and after the 20th day of the 20th month, every family was busy with steamed bean buns. Since the rural area was short of noodles, it was already considered good to have a meal of noodles during the Chinese New Year, so the bean buns were steamed into a large vat and placed in the yard.

One day, three or four women from the village helped another to steam the beans. Some kneaded dough, some wrapped, some steamed, they steamed them out one drawer at a time and poured them into the large wok, ready to cool down before putting them in the large vat.

When the Grand Net was almost full, something strange happened.

They all saw the two long stools inside the dustpan shake, and the beans inside the dustpan fall down. Beneath the bench was the cellar, where all the beans seemed to have fallen.

They hurried down to the cellar and looked around, but there was no sign of a sticky bean bag.

The women were all stunned. They knew what had happened, but they could do nothing. They could only watch as the fruits of their hard work disappeared like that.

Coming and going without a trace, this Maoju Spirit truly had extraordinary skills!

However, this Taoist Wang was a genuine Southerner. Moreover, he had just moved to this village not long ago, so how could he have heard of this thing before? He could do nothing but think of the stupidest method, to wait and see what the hell it was.

After preparing the mouse trap and net bag, Taoist Wang waited in a secluded corner of the cellar. The few women in the cellar steamed a big basket of bean curd and placed it on a bench in the house, waiting for that thing to take the bait.

After waiting for more than two hours, Taoist Wang finally saw a guy covered in yellow hair coming out of the hole in the cellar. At a glance, he really did look somewhat similar to a monkey, but if one looked carefully, they would be able to see the difference. "This fellow's body is abnormally nimble, and his agility is second only to that of a squirrel.

Although it looked like a kangaroo, in reality, it was only a cloth bag tied to his body. To be able to get a cloth bag on him, one could well imagine how intelligent this Maoju Spirit was.

Just when they were about to touch the mouse trap, this guy seemed very smart. He looked at the thing on the floor and seemed to know what it was for. With a 'whoosh', it disappeared.

It was obvious how fast Maoju Spirit's movements were. In a situation where Taoist Wang didn't dare to stare at it in the slightest, it was still able to steal the item.

The village was already poor, and it was finally the new year's time for them to steam some sticky bean buns. This time, they had suffered a huge loss, the few women cried until the sky turned dark, but Taoist Wang had no choice, and could only watch as Maoju Spirit stole things.

Later on, when the old man from the village told the Taoist Wang, he found out what it was. Moreover, this thing didn't come uninvited, but was' lured 'by someone.

Hearing this, the customer asked him, "What did you mean by luring him here?" Was it controlled?

Taoist Wang shook his head and said that he was not being controlled, and he would understand if he continued listening.

During the afternoon, his younger brother, who was studying outside during junior high school, came home during the holidays. In order to reward his son, I specially made some soup with white noodles and quickly finished the meal. Then I told my brother to go to the cellar and fetch half a bowl of pills and put them in the soup.

But his brother was looking around and couldn't find the bowl of pills. The old lady scolded him because of this, saying how he was so stupid, he couldn't even find the things in his house. The brother felt wronged, saying he didn't have any.

She told him that there was a big basin on top of the black bag. The older brother looked closer and saw that there were no pills.

So he came with an empty basin for everyone to see, and the whole family was stunned, and they were all very surprised, not to mention the pills, they didn't even have an oily star.

The old lady was puzzled. This was odd. Could it be that the pill had run off by itself?