Chapter 209 Disguise
After a long time, Deng's wife came out of the toilet.

Her eldest daughter-in-law also came, holding her breath and went up to support her, and helped her out, "Mom, Dad asked me to come and see you."

Deng's wife blushed and said, "I, I'm fine, I just went to the toilet."

Miao He walked out from the wall, looked at Deng's wife's face, and nodded, "Yes, it worked. You should go to the toilet twice more today. Remember to drink more warm water. You must drink more warm water. Then eat two meals of wolf meat in a row and you will be healed."

Deng's wife was stunned: "Little Taoist priest, is this the cure for constipation?"

"No, it is to treat the cold in the abdomen. Wolf meat is hot in nature. You are suffering from the coldness that cannot be united. Treating constipation is only the first step. It allows you to expel the waste accumulated in your body, and then eliminate the coldness, so that your body can slowly get better." Miaohe said: "There are many diseases caused by cold in the abdomen, and yours may not seem serious, but it is the most serious."

Deng's wife was silent for a moment, then suddenly knelt on the ground and said, "Little Taoist priest, you are very capable. Can you help me calculate where my two sons are now and whether they are still alive?"

Miao He was startled by her sudden kneeling, and hurried to help her up, "Good man, if you have something to say, please stand up and speak."

The eldest daughter-in-law beside her also had a pale face. She pulled her up with force, looked around in panic and whispered, "Mom, the seventh and eighth sons have been expelled from the clan. They are no longer members of our family. Don't be confused. If Mr. Huang finds out, our whole family will be dead."

Mrs. Deng's face turned pale, and she was helped up by the two men, but she still held Miaohe's hand tightly and whispered, "I, I don't want to do anything. I just want to know if they are still alive. As long as I know that they are still alive..."

Miao He was embarrassed, "Good man, I am just an average fortune teller. If you want a fortune teller, you have to find my Junior Uncle and Fourth Sister."

The village chief was still at the dinner table. Pan Yun was very interested in Mr. Huang, the big landlord in their village, so he asked a few more questions.

In front of the villagers, the village chief was very grateful to Mr. Huang and praised him highly. He also praised all his family members, even Mr. Huang's only son, who was 20 years old but had the IQ of a five or six year old.

When he saw his daughter-in-law supporting his old wife over, he looked at her face carefully. Seeing that her complexion was better than before, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to continue praising Mr. Huang with Pan Yun.

Mrs. Deng stepped forward and said hesitantly, "Master, shall I put away the dishes?"

The village chief was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Everyone has finished eating, let's pack it up."

When the villagers who were sitting with him heard this, they stood up and said, "Village Chief, we will go back first. These young Taoist priests..."

"I'll take care of it, I'll take care of it, you guys go back and get busy. The grass in the field needs to be removed, and the weeds and straw that need to be burned should also be burned, otherwise there will be insect pests next year."

The villagers agreed and left.

As soon as they left, the village chief's family and Pan Yun were the only ones left in the yard.

Deng's wife put down her bowl and chopsticks and was about to kneel down in front of Pan Yun, but just as she bent her knees, Pan Yun held her up and asked with a smile, "Are you asking me about the whereabouts of my seventh and eighth sons?"

Mrs. Deng's eyes lit up and she nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, Immortal, do you know where my seventh and eighth sons are now? Are they, are they still alive?"

Pan Yun counted with his fingers and said, "Don't worry, kind people. They are still alive and well."

Deng's wife heaved a sigh of relief, her eyes moistened, and she chanted the Buddha's name twice in a row. When she saw the Taoist robe on Pan Yun, her face turned red and she quickly changed her words, "Thank you, Grandpa Daozu, for your blessing."

Pan Yun had a faint smile on her face, not minding it, and even chanted "Fu Sheng Wuliang Tianzun". She smiled and said, "Good people have got what they wished for. No matter who you chant, the Grand Master is happy for you."

The village chief asked immediately, "Master, which Taoist ancestor do you worship? My family is willing to offer him a long-lasting tablet and burn incense to worship him day and night."

Pan Yun rolled his eyes and said, "I studied at the Longhu Mountain Academy, but I was born in Sanqing Mountain. The mountain god worshipped in the temple is Sanqing Mountain God."

"Mountain God~~"

This place is a bit far from Sanqing Mountain. If we want to worship the mountain god, the village chief would rather worship the mountain god of Longhu Mountain because it is closer and it is easier to pray to the god.

But when he met Pan Yun's bright eyes, the village chief thought that there had been no gods blessing his family over the years, and these three young Taoist priests were the first lucky ones they had met in all these years.

So the village chief gritted his teeth and decided to worship the mountain god of Sanqing Mountain.

When Pan Yun heard this, he smiled and said, "If you are willing to worship the mountain god of Sanqing Mountain, I will carve a plaque for you."

The village chief's son immediately found a piece of wood.

Pan Yun used a knife to carve the wooden board, then took out a carving knife and carved a line of words on it: "Respectfully worship Mr. Pan, the mountain god of Sanqing Mountain."

The village chief took the wooden sign respectfully and carefully asked about the precautions required for the offering.

Pan Yun smiled and said, "Our mountain gods are not particular. As long as you are respectful, it's fine. If there are offerings, you can make offerings. If there are incense sticks, you can burn them. If there are none, just sincerely worship and show respect."

It is indeed simple. All the mountain god asks for is sincerity.

But in ordinary people's homes, there is nothing else but sincerity.

The village chief respectfully placed the wooden sign inside the house. While his sons and daughters-in-law were outside, he took out five coins from his pocket and stuffed them into Pan Yun's pocket. He lowered his voice and asked, "Little Immortal, are my two sons really doing well? Where are they now?"

Pan Yun pushed the money back and said, "Don't worry, Village Chief. They are doing well and should be in the southeast of here now."

The village chief quickly stuffed the money back and said, "Little Taoist priest, you must accept this money no matter what. We are not far from Longhu Mountain. I know all the rules. I can't let you go back empty-handed. It's just that the money is a little less. Taoist priests, please don't despise it."

Pan Jun pondered for a moment, then accepted it with a smile.

She said, "Good people will have good luck."

Although she was interested in Mr. Huang, she only planned to keep him as a candidate for future exploitation. But this time, she decided to meet Mr. Huang right away.

Pan Yun used most of the wolf meat to earn a meal and five coins, as well as twelve merit points. As soon as she walked out of the village, she heard the ding-dong sound of the spirit realm. There were two +3s, which she guessed were given by the village chief and his wife, and the remaining +1 was probably given by the person who ate the meat.

Pan Yun stood at the entrance of the village, pointed to the main road ahead and said, "Let's go to the town."

Miao Zhen held the compass and said, "Master Junior, we can take a shortcut this way to go to Fuzhou."

Pan Yun: "Let's go to the town first to meet Mr. Huang."

Of course, we can’t go with this image.

The three of them were indeed young, so it was no problem for them to get a meal in the small village. After all, this place was close to Longhu Mountain, and they could fly the flag of Longhu Mountain. But it would not be possible for them to go to a big family like Mr. Huang's.

Pan Jun walked into the woods, spread out his bag, and began to take things out of the spiritual space.

There was a large high-definition bronze mirror and a bundle of bottles and jars, all of which were disguise items given to her by Chen Ziwu.

Pan Yun let her hair down, took out a bowl, scooped a spoonful of ointment from a jar, dissolved it in water, and then used a special long comb to apply it and comb her hair.

Miaozhenmiaohe squatted aside to study.

Pan Yun also wanted them to learn this skill, so she taught them while she was doing it. "The disguise manual has many methods written in it. I have never made this ointment myself. It was given to me by Chen Ziwu. I will memorize the recipe later. Miao and you can make it when you are free."

Miaohe agreed immediately, "Okay."

Pan Yun combed her hair with medicine, paying special attention to her temples, and then simply tied her hair up with a cloth towel. She looked at her face in the bronze mirror before starting to work.

After opening all the bottles and jars, she followed the instructions in the disguise book and smeared some things on her face, neck and hands, and her appearance gradually changed.

Pan Jun untied the towel. Her hair was already half white, especially her temples, which were grayish white. She looked to be in her forties or fifties, if not in her fifties or sixties.

Miao Zhen stared blankly and found fault: "Master Junior, your face is still too young. You look only in your twenties or thirties, which doesn't match your hair."

Pan Yun: "What do you know? This is called white hair and youthful appearance."

She pinched her fingers and said slowly: "Speaking of which, I am sixty-nine this year. The longer I live, the softer my heart becomes. I can't bear to see children suffer. I feel heartbroken when I see Mr. Huang's child who is in his twenties."

Miaozhen: "...Isn't this age increase too much?"

Every increase is sixty?
Pan Yun tied her hair up with a wooden hairpin, then picked up a pen and drew two age spots on the back of her hand. She said nonchalantly, "Out there, the older you are, the more popular you are. This is completely contrary to our Taoist tradition. What can I do? I am helpless."

Pan Yun finished her makeup, looked at herself in the bronze mirror, nodded with satisfaction, stood up and said, "Do you have any other questions?"

Miaohe's eyes were full of stars, and she shook her head directly, "No problem at all."

Miao Zhen said: "Clothes."

Pan Yun said, "Yes, clothes. This dress doesn't suit me. Let me look for another one."

Pan Yun found a pile of torn clothes from the spiritual space. They were all clothes that were washed when she was punished some time ago.

She couldn't wear it, but it would be a pity to throw it away, so she thought of keeping it to use as a rag. She didn't expect to use it today.

Pan Yun found two sets of old-fashioned Taoist robes, tried them on himself and said, "It's a bit long."

This is a female Taoist robe. She is nine years old, but she has grown rapidly in the past two years and is now nearly 1.5 meters tall.

Girls from the south are petite and only about half a head to a head taller than her.

As a 69-year-old lady, it is understandable that she is a little shorter.

Pan Yun decided to raise her shoes a little higher.

It is difficult for people to grow taller, but it is very easy to become shorter. There is a skill in disguise that allows one to shrink bones. Pan Yun hesitated between taller and shorter, and finally chose taller.

Miaohe sewed the tattered clothes for her, while Pan Yun and Miaozhen took out the shoe needles and added a layer of wooden board to the soles.

The three of them worked busy in the wild, and it was almost dark before Pan Yun finished dressing up.

She flicked away her whisk, lowered her eyes and stood still for a moment. When she opened her eyes again, there was a sharpness and old age about her.

The sharpness of being well-informed and the languor of being old.

Miaozhen and Miaohe stared with eyes wide open, "This is..."

Pan Jun pinched his fingers and said coldly: "This is the wonderful thing about the disguise technique. There is a corresponding technique for each age group. It can reverse the bone age. Even if a doctor touches the bones, he can't tell the age."

As bone age changes, temperament will naturally change as well.

This was also the reason why Zhang Ziming and others didn't notice when Chen Ziwu changed his appearance.

Pan Yun's voice also changed. It became a little deeper, and with a slow tone, it even sounded old.

Pan Yun said: "I am still your junior master, let's go, I will take you to travel around the world."

(End of this chapter)