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In the palace, the courtyard house where He Lao lived.

As usual, the old man watered the flowers, played chess, read a book, and drank tea.

Get an hour of exercise every day.

Simple tea and light meals, maintaining a normal state of mind.

In the past, people often came to visit him here, but in recent days, he has closed the door to thank guests.

Few people can get his permission to sit and chat in the yard.

Accompanying Mr. He every day is a coarse old man who looks younger than Mr. He.

This old man also has gray hair. His daily routine is to sweep the floor and help He Lao make flowers.

He also played chess with Mr. He.

Do a lot of things, but rarely speak.

Usually, he would be quietly by Mr. He's side.

Perhaps only he can understand Mr. He's recent mood better.

Ever since He Feihong committed suicide by jumping off a cliff, He Lao closed himself off.

Although he also knew that the things that He Feihong committed could not be tolerated by the national law.

But after all, it's his own daughter. As an old man, can he not feel sorry for her?

It's just that He Feihong was too presumptuous and dared to attack Mr. Chen.

If it wasn't for this reason, the He family was fully capable of keeping her.

Mr. Chen was killed, He Feihong was not dead, and he was unable to communicate with the world.

What's more, she carried several lives on her back.

In late autumn, there is a red leaf on Longevity Hill.

The north wind blows and leaves fall.

Fallen leaves were also flying in Mr. He's yard.

The coarse cloth old man picked up the broom and was about to sweep it, He Lao said, "Don't move!"

He stared blankly at the leaves falling from the treetops, his face became serious.

Fallen leaves return to their roots.

The old man next to him said, "Let's move Feihong's grave to He's cemetery!"

Although He Feihong married into the Chen family, she was suspected of killing Mr. Chen, and the Chen family's cemetery could not be entered.

But after all, she is a member of the He family, even if there is a past, all grievances and grievances will naturally dissipate after death.

How can I care about it?

Seeing the fallen leaf just now, the old man knew what He Lao was thinking and suggested.

Elder He sighed. Now He Feihong's ashes are placed in the temple and enshrined in a small place on the wall.

It is said that in this way, her sins can be washed away.

He Lao didn't say a word, he just expressed his thoughts with a solemn expression.

The old man saw that he didn't speak, and he didn't say much.

Outside, there was a sound of footsteps.

The voice is very soft, and one can tell it is a woman's generation.

Soon, they approached.

It was Mrs. He and her beautiful daughter He Zhenyao who knocked on the door and came in.

Mrs. He has a dignified figure, quite like the mother of a country.

And Zhai has a kind heart, and has been caring for her husband and teaching her children all these years, and is deeply respected by the He family.

When the mother and daughter arrived, they greeted the old man first, and then shouted, "Old man, can we set off?"

He Zhenyao walked to Grandpa, "Grandpa, let's go!"

Today is the day He Lao went to the temple.

Mrs. He and his daughter are accompanying, and He Zhenrui usually has a lot of affairs, so he needs to get familiar with some work as soon as possible.

You can't do nothing like those wealthy kids.

He Lao nodded, stood up slowly, and straightened his body.

The old man next to him hurriedly packed his things and followed behind Mr. He.

Mrs. He was very caring and ordered several guards to take special care of the old man.

Mr. He travels without ostentation, and travels lightly and easily.

Front and rear, a total of three cars.

The wife and daughter accompanied the old man in the middle car, and the three cars headed towards the temple.

The temple that He Lao and the others are going to is not the temple where Lu Buyi became a monk.

There are several very famous temples in Tiandu. The ashes of He Feihong are placed in Qianye Temple in the northeast of Tiandu.

Although this temple is very commercialized, many rich people like it here.

All buildings are newly built.

Solemn, majestic, and imposing.

When Mr. He and his party came to the temple, they were greeted by the abbot personally.

There are hundreds of monks in the temple, neatly lined up in two rows.

Seeing the three of He Lao approaching, they shouted in unison, "Amitabha!"

Mr. He came in person, and all the most prestigious monks in the temple came.

Seeing this, He Zhenyao clapped his palms together and returned the salute to them.

The coarse cloth old man and others followed far behind, keeping a certain distance.

Stepping into the gate of the temple, the sound of chanting scriptures and wooden fish came from inside.

He Lao came to the main hall and made a bow.

After burning incense, he followed the abbot to the place where He Feihong's ashes were stored.

Mrs. He is of the same generation, so she doesn't need to bow down.

She was also just incensed.

He Zhenyao needs to bow down respectfully and kowtow to her aunt's spiritual seat.

After the worship, Master Abbot invited the three of them to the tea room.

Mr. He said to Mrs. He and He Zhenyao, "Go down and take a walk, I will talk to Master Abbot."

The mother and daughter stepped back and, accompanied by two monks, walked around the temple.

He Zhenyao felt the strong Buddhist atmosphere here, which made her think a lot, a lot.

He Zhenyao has studied Buddhist culture and has some understanding of this field.

So there is more or less faith in my bones.

She walked around with her mother and saw that there were no other pilgrims in the temple.

In order to welcome He Lao, the temple will not receive other tourists and pilgrims today, and today only He Lao is open.

In the abbot's room, Master Wukong offered tea, "Benefactor, please use it slowly!"

Elder He nodded, "Amitabha! I'm here to thank Master Abbot."

Master Wukong is the younger brother of Master Wu'an, and they come from the same lineage.

Master Wu'an is close to the folk, and Master Wukong is close to the wealthy.

Master Wu'an said that the Dharma can only be carried forward by the masses.

Master Wukong said that wealthy families are more powerful to promote the Buddha.

The views of the two are different. Master Wukong said that the wealthy family is more appealing and more tolerant to the salvation of all beings.

For so many years, they have been arguing about this point of view.

Later, they each went to the temple as abbots and abbots, and they each managed their own territory.

Master Wukong looked at He Lao for a while, and said solemnly, "Benefactor, you have bad luck between your eyebrows, and your luck is not good recently."

"You are the pillar of the He family, and your luck has affected the luck of the whole family."

"It seems necessary to adjust the mentality to reverse this situation."

He and He Lao talked about everything.

The prosperity of Qianye Temple has a lot to do with the support of the He family.

He Lao said dejectedly, "I know this too, but I'm always depressed."

Master Wukong calculated, "The general trend of the world cannot be controlled by an individual. But with your structure, you can completely control the rise and fall of a family. The momentum can be changed."

"Especially now when the He family is booming, we must take advantage of this opportunity to improve the luck in the future. Only in this way can we get twice the result with half the effort."

"If we really have to wait until the recession, I'm afraid there will be no way to recover."

Old He frowned slightly, of course he knew what Master Wukong meant.

The He family is the family of the emperor, how easy is it to change the momentum?
Every family has its destiny, and now the He family has undoubtedly reached the peak period that everyone said Wu Kong said.

But how long can this peak period last?
He Lao didn't know what to do, and everyone didn't know.

Master Wukong said, "Recently, I have been watching the sky at night, there are no stars to challenge the main star, and Ziwei is a little bleak."

"I hope the benefactor will think twice!"

Elder He didn't speak, but took a slow sip from his cup.

After a while, he asked, "Is there a solution?"

Master Wukong was stunned, "Under normal circumstances, there is probably only one person who can change his fate against the sky."

He Lao said indifferently, "Old beggar!"

Master Wukong smiled slightly and remained silent.