God predicts a real daughter, and all the wealthy families kneel down and call their ancestors

Listening to such a story, Lu Zhizhi felt a little sad.

It turned out that the illusion was Miss Su's obsession.

She wore the most beautiful dress and sat in front of the mirror combing her hair, thinking about marrying her beloved.

Unexpectedly, once the family was ruined, it would be difficult for him to return to his hometown, and he would not even be able to burn incense in front of his father's memorial tablet in person to ask for forgiveness.

The old man calmed down and continued.

"Later, I returned to Jiangnan, and after several operations, this old house was classified as privately owned."

"When I offer memorial tablets to my great ancestor and grandmother, strange things often happen."

"Later I went to the Xuanjing Sect, but they couldn't resolve the resentment on my clothes."

"The Taoist Priest of Xuanjing Sect told me that if this resentment is not resolved, our Fang family will decline in three generations and be killed in five."

"Zicun's generation is considered the fourth generation. There are a total of twelve children in the Fang family, and no family can give birth to the next generation."

"The Fang family's business has been in trouble one after another, and Zicun's father is also under investigation for being involved in a case."

"It just so happened that I saw Miss Lu on the news, so I made this plan to ask you to come over."

Lu Zhizhi expressed his understanding.

"What about this photo?"

When talking about this photo, the old man's expression softened.

"The woman in this photo is not named Lu. Her name is Yuan Shangqing. She is my mother's best friend."

"Later, she said that her lover was facing a big disaster and needed her help. I haven't heard from her since then."

Lu Zhizhi caressed Xuanyin Ling unconsciously.

"Do you know which sect she belongs to and what her Taoist name is?"

The old man thought for a long time.

"I don't know which sect she belongs to, but I remember her Taoist name."

"It's called 'Xing Zhi'."

Lu Zhizhi's heart sank.

Her Taoist name is also Xingzhi, which was given to her by her master.

Is all this really just a coincidence?

The old man coughed a few times, bringing Lu Zhizhi back from his thoughts.

The old man's face was gloomy, and the aura of death lingered between his brows. He was already dead.

Lu Zhizhi comforted him.

"Old man, this matter has been resolved. Just have a good rest."

The old man squinted his eyes and laughed.

"Miss Lu, I know I don't have time."

"If I can wait and see that the grievances are resolved, I can go there with peace of mind."

"I wasn't kidding when I said I would give you half of my family property."

"Wait until early tomorrow morning and let Zicun take you through various procedures."

"Whether you are Aunt Qing or not, you have helped our Fang family a lot. This is what we should do."

"When I give you this money, in your jargon, I end the cause and effect."

"We won't owe each other anything in the next life."

Lu Zhizhi nodded.

"Okay old man, please rest assured."

After Lu Zhizhi finished speaking, the old gentleman raised his hand and held Fang Zicun's hand.

"Zicun, the Fang family will be left to you."

"If you encounter problems in the future, you can ask Miss Lu, they will help."

The old gentleman raised his eyes and looked at Lu Zhizhi.

Lu Zhizhi saw that all the breath in his body had disappeared, and only one breath was still stuck in his neck.

The old gentleman's eyes were full of pleading, and the eyes of the dying man were the most irresistible.

"Old sir, I promise you."

The old gentleman smiled peacefully and closed his eyes.

"You guys go, I want to rest."

Fang Zicun didn't notice. He covered the old gentleman with a quilt and turned to face Lu Zhizhi.

"Miss Lu, go this way."

Lu Zhizhi looked at Mr. Fang again and walked out of the room without looking back.

A breath remains in the body before death.

This breath will slowly dissipate over the course of an hour.

In this last hour of life, people often see the past.

Those beautiful memories and happy times will be deeply imprinted in my mind.

Mr. Fang, what are you thinking?

Fang Zicun sent her to the door of the courtyard, and the two left each other's contact information.

Muli was still sleeping deeply.

Lu Zhizhi washed and changed clothes lightly, then lay on the bed and took out his mobile phone.

A message was sent from Fang Zicun on the contact software.

[Grandpa passed away. 】

[He walked away without pain and with a smile on his lips. 】

[Miss Lu, thank you. 】

Lu Zhizhi did not reply.

She closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep.

That night, she had a dream.

In the sea market ten miles away, she was waiting for someone on the street corner wearing the cheongsam in the photo.

A man in a suit and leather shoes appeared. Lu Zhizhi couldn't see his face clearly, but he only felt that he was a little thin.

"Yuan Qing, it's been a long time."

Lu Zhizhi heard his own voice say.

"I just arrived too."

Lu Zhizhi held the man's hand and raised his hand to stop a rickshaw.

Two people were sitting on a rickshaw, telling each other what happened to them recently.

"Like a long-separated lover meeting again."

Lu Zhizhi didn't remember what they said.

All she knew was that the Xuanyin bell on her wrist kept ringing, making her confused and giving her a splitting headache.

"Know it, know it..."

Mu Li's voice was anxious, and a cold hand touched her forehead, waking her up.

"Zhizhi, you have a fever!"

Lu Zhizhi opened his eyes and felt the heat on his cheeks.

I really have a fever.

Mu Li found cold medicine from the box.

"Maybe it was because the temperature dropped last night and you weren't used to it."

"Take this medicine. We have to catch a flight soon. When we get to Beijing, I will accompany you to the hospital."

Lu Zhizhi took the medicine and swallowed it with the water glass in Mu Li's hand.

"You're famous now. I'm just a little assistant. I don't dare to ask you to accompany me to the hospital."

Lu Zhizhi teased Mu Li to relieve her tension.

Since the show was broadcast live on the Internet for the third time, Mu Li has become an instant hit.

The way she is both cowardly and fun-loving in the show is very interesting.

That's what the Internet is like.

The persona that has been marketed may not make much splash, but the real reaction can attract countless fans.

Lu Zhizhi was taught by Mu Li about the entertainment industry, and the car called by his agent also arrived.

When I think back, the two of them took a taxi from the airport.

Now we have a private car to pick us up.

"Oh, it's great to be famous, the treatment will be different immediately."

Lu Zhizhi turned to look at Mu Li.

"Actually, I have never understood why you don't use your own advantages when you are backed by the big tree of the Gu family, and why you allow people like Xu Feng to bully you."

Mu Li pursed her lips and her eyes turned red.

"I chose to leave home completely for a number of reasons."

"The first thing is that I want to make achievements to show to my parents."

“Second, I don’t want to rely on my family’s resources.”

"I love acting very much, and I want to make this my lifelong career."

"If I rely on my family's resources, even if one day I stand on the highest awards podium, everyone will say that."

"You see, if your family has money, you can do whatever you want."

"Mu Li's acting skills are not very good, but she was born into a good child."

"Such remarks can kill a person."

Lu Zhizhi was moved by the determination in Muli's eyes.

Mu Li knows who she is and what she wants, and she works hard towards that goal.

But this made Lu Zhizhi confused about his identity.

A hundred years ago, there was a woman who looked exactly like her, wearing the same Xuanyin bell and using the same Taoist name.

The Xuanyin Bell will ring when you meet someone you are destined to have, and it seems that they are from the same lineage as yourself.

Could this woman be her past life?