Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

The old man took Zhang Qishan and the other two to the mine cave. It was just as the old man said, the cave had been blown up, and it had been blown up not long ago.

“Master Buddha, it seems something happened inside, and those people blew it up in a hurry.”

"Gentlemen, you have all seen it. So, could you please let me go?" The old man leaned forward and said in a low voice.

Zhang Qishan originally wanted to let them go. After all, the only entrance had been destroyed, and they did not go back to discuss the matter.

Unexpectedly, the man's eyes were wandering, looking towards the place not far from the mine.

"What is that place?"

"That's a wasteland. It's where those who died in the mines were buried."

"Well, it's almost time, I have to go and burn some incense for them." At this point, the old man sighed, "They are all poor people. When the family gets money, they forget about them."

"No one burns incense for those people. I have received my father's order to burn incense and pull weeds for them every year during festivals. This is a way to show that someone remembers them."

"How come none of those people's families have ever come back?" Zhang Qishan listened with some curiosity. After all, according to the old man, those people were the pillars of their families back then. How come after they passed away, they never came back to pay homage to their families, and this old man with no relatives had to go instead.

"Oh, if only they could come back."

"They are all a bunch of ungrateful people. Their families got the money, but they left their parents-in-law here, took their children to the city, and remarried."

"Many old people were so angry at this man that they became seriously ill and died not long after."

"So that area is full of people with miserable lives, and I am the only one who goes there from time to time to burn incense for them."

"When I am gone one day, no one will remember them."

Zhang Qishan didn't know whether to believe it or not, but it seemed to be true.

"Then the old man will take us to have a look. When we return to the city, I will send people to weed and burn incense for them during festivals."

"Sir, that's not a good place. What are you doing there?"

"That's right, Master Buddha, whose good person would run to the graveyard?" When Mr. Qi Ba heard that they were going to the graveyard, he refused to do anything and stood in the same line with the old man, trying to dissuade Zhang Qishan from going to the graveyard.

"Besides, this is the grave of a group of poor people. There is no way to get through it."

Zhang Qishan looked at the stiff old man with a half-smile, "Maybe, who can say for sure? Don't you think so, old man?"

Zhang Qishan pulled the old man towards the grave mound, and Mr. Qi followed with a bitter face.

The four of them came to one of the desolate graves.

There was a car parked on a hill not far away, and there was another car parked halfway up the mountain.

A foreigner got down from a car halfway up the mountain, and it seemed that there were people from the Sakura Country following him.

"He is the defense officer of Changsha? Can he really lead us to find what you said?"

"Yes, Mr. Jude."

"I hope so. If not, I will report this to your superiors. Miss Tian Zhong."

Upon closer inspection, the people on the hilltop were Hua Yu and Er Yuehong.

Hua Yu held a clairvoyant and looked at Zhang Qishan and his companions at the foot of the mountain.

"A very smart person, but he is too obsessed."

"Oh? What did you say?" Er Yuehong didn't have much conversation with Zhang Qishan, but as they were both from the top three sects and the leader of the nine sects, they still had to give the other person some face when necessary.

"Obsession is a good thing, but if used in the wrong place, it will only hurt yourself and others."

"I think February should have known where people came from."

"That area in the northeast. It was also the family of our ancestors. But later I heard that they disappeared."

"Then does Er Yue know what the biggest secret of that family is?" Hua Yu put away her clairvoyance, sat at the dining table nearby, and asked Er Yuehong while holding a cup of black tea.

"I really don't know. It's probably just a family feud or some kind of treasure."

"That's a wrong guess."

Hua Yu was drinking tea while looking at Er Yuehong. Er Yuehong suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as if he was being pricked by needles.

"They want to live forever."

"Xiao Yu'er, you really like to talk. There is no such thing as immortality in this world. If you are talking about longevity, I can understand it. Immortality is just a legend in picture books." Er Yue looked at Hua Yu in disbelief.

"is it?"

"Then aren't you curious about why Uncle Qin and the others were like that when you were little? Are they still like that now that you're thirty?"

"I."

Eryue was chosen by Mr. Qin. He met those two people every now and then. How could he not know the key?

If it were someone else in Changsha, they might think that the child was their offspring or something like that, but Er Yue would never make a mistake.

Is it really possible for someone to remain unchanged for decades?

Er Yue didn't dare to think about it. After all, this kind of thing was what the ancient emperors dreamed of. If others knew about it, then irreversible things would happen in the whole Changsha.

"Okay, Er Yue, I don't mean to scare you. But you grew up with Uncle Qin. Since Uncle Qin and the others haven't said anything, just pretend you don't know."

"Xiao Yu'er, weren't we just talking about Master Zhang? How did it get to Master Qin and the others?"

Er Yue followed Hua Yu's words and turned the topic back to Zhang Qishan.

"This immortality is a good thing, who doesn't want it? Especially when there is a comparison next to you, you are getting older and older, while there is someone who is forever young next to you." Hua Yu put down the teacup, looked at the foot of the mountain and said faintly, "Do you think anyone can bear it?"

"So, being too obsessed is not a good thing after all."

"Stay away from them from now on."

"When I have time, I'll take you abroad. The Germans I took before are pretty good."

"Then I'll thank Xiaoyuer for his care."

Eryue firmly remembered what her father had said before, that it would only benefit and not harm to have a good relationship with Huayu.