God vs. Lone Star, you and I are a pair

According to my grandfather's last wish, the funeral was very simple, with basically only family members attending.

On the first day of the funeral, Shen Xinhong came again, followed by Taoist Master Qingchen, whom he had dealt with once.

"Taoist Priest Qingchen is good at observing the feng shui of yin houses. I specially invited him here..."

Shen Xiujun silently thought to himself that his grandfather had asked him to continue to be patient and not to let everything he had worked so hard to do go down the drain because of other things, including his own death. So he took a deep breath and said calmly: "No, grandpa left a will before. He has his own cemetery, just with his mother-in-law, mother and brother."

"It's better to take a look. After all, the location of the haunted house will have an impact on future generations."

Before Shen Xiuyun could continue to refuse, Shen Xiuyun pinched him gently. Shen Xiujun reluctantly nodded to Master Qingchen.

The cemetery that Mr. Zhang built for himself is also on the hill behind the old house. He said that he could see his family when he was buried there. Years ago, he also moved all the bones that could be found of his ancestors here, saying that everyone lived together and it was fun.

Qingchen walked around the mountain and said, "It's a good place, with green mountains and clear water, extending in all directions."

"He seems to be looking for something." Ye Huaizhao leaned into Shen Xiujing's ear and said.

"Well, just now Master Xuanyuan asked him to come up. He probably has his purpose."

There was no lengthy ceremony. Mr. Zhang’s exact words were, “It’s a cold day, please don’t freeze in the mountains. After the burial is done, everyone can go back and have a hot pot meal, and be happy and lively. I watched it too.” happy."

Shen Xinhong was still self-aware. He went up to the mountain to offer incense and then got in the car and returned to the city without staying to eat hot pot. Many of the old men raised in Mr. Zhang's backyard had grown up with Zhang Ruopu, and they looked at him with a different look. kind of hostility.

During the meal, there was a pair of dishes and chopsticks placed on the main table, but the skinny old man never came out again. The emotional kitchen lady was the first to shed tears.

Xuanyuan's cheeks were bulging, and he finally chewed and swallowed it. The hot and greasy hot pot drove away the coldness of winter, and it was full of ironing.

"Eat, what are you looking at? He is so old, he is walking well." As soon as he finished speaking, he received angry looks from the people at the table.

"I mean he didn't go through any torture, which is a good thing. Besides, if you guys are happy, he can leave with peace of mind."

"That's right, thank you all for accompanying grandpa." Shen Xiuyun sat in the seat next to the empty main seat and said in a deep voice.

"When he is here, you are the Zhang family. When he is gone, you are also the Zhang family. Come, let's raise a toast together and give grandpa a ride."

Everyone present, including the two ignorant old men, also raised their glasses and said with a smile: "Send it."

After dinner, Xuan Yuan quietly said to Shen Xiujun, "The little Taoist priest who came with your father today is looking for someone to follow him."

Shen Xiuyun suddenly remembered that the last time he asked Zhou Jingyan's sister to act in a play, he invited Qingchen to catch ghosts. He spent 880,000 and sent a bug in. He originally wanted to find Yang Qingshan who had stolen important evidence, but It didn't take long for the man to be brought under the police's radar.

"Huaizhao, how long was the battery life of your little thing last time?"

"It has been three months, and it should still be usable now. The long battery life and small size are the biggest advantages. The disadvantages are that it does not have data storage and the signal reception range is limited. In the past, Hao Ge sent people to monitor downstairs 24 hours a day. "

"Okay." Zhang Hao received Shen Xiujun's look and quickly went to make arrangements. Twenty minutes later, the car carrying the computer was parked on the side of the road below the Fuli Building where Fuyao Gate is located. After the noise reduction, the voice can barely be heard clearly.

After a while, a piece of audio was transmitted to Shen Xiuyun's mobile phone.

"Nothing was found." This was Qingchen who had just arrived at Mr. Zhang's graveyard.

"Where are the things? Ask your two losers again."

"They said they just dug it up and started fighting. They put the things back and then went back to look for them and they were gone."

"Is Shen Xiuyun there?"

"The one he has is a fake one given by Bo Song. I think it might have been taken away by another group of people."

"You mean Shen Xinhong's other son?"

"Yes, but I don't know where it is now. Master, didn't you put a talisman on the Holy Infant before?"

The sound of an old man coughing was heard. "If the talisman is still there, why is it so troublesome to use? But now there is another way."