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"So, you just found yourself a grandfather?" Xu Shujian's mouth twitched.

"Yes!" Song Fengchen shrugged and sighed.

"I didn't even know you were so easy to talk to." Xu Shujian blinked her eyes with a look of nostalgia.

"It's just that everyone takes what they need." Song Fengchen stopped adding firewood to the charcoal kiln, straightened his waist, and concluded.

"Hey." Xu Shujian was slightly taken aback.

"He is wholeheartedly planning for his son. Although he is suspected of buying and selling by force, but from his point of view, his father's love is like a mountain, and his heart can be expressed. His strength is above mine, and I have to thank him for being a decent man. The hatred of killing a son is not shared, otherwise it will be aimed at me for killing his son. If he intends to kill me, it will not be difficult." Song Fengchen is quite open.

"As for me, I might covet the power of his family." Song Fengchen said frankly.

Even if Cai Jinming became his father in name, how much blessing could he get from him?

On the contrary, with the platform of the Cai family, he can do more things, at least he doesn't have to run around all over the world in order to expand his network, and he can only swallow his anger when he is angry, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to attack .

What's more, no matter how you look at this deal, he took advantage of it.

It's not too early to be profitable, but that's it.

To put it bluntly, Song Fengchen was just an ordinary person among all living beings in the world.

Having said that, he turned his head to look at Xu Shujian, and chuckled lightly: "What do you think of the name Changning Guan Shao Guanzhu?"

You are more worthy of your Mr. Xu's family than a country boy with a lot of bad deeds.

Xu Shujian always felt that there was something in Song Fengchen's words, but before he could figure it out, the other party had already looked away.

Song Fengchen patted the dust on his hands and said, "Okay, the charcoal kiln has been finished, and it should be finished in the morning of the day after tomorrow at the latest. Then we'll come back to get the charcoal."

His thoughts were interrupted, Xu Shujian came back to his senses, just as it was getting dark, he nodded: "Okay, then let's go back first!"

As he spoke, he picked up the two bamboo baskets on the ground and handed one of them to Song Fengchen.

Song Fengchen took the bamboo basket with one hand and sent it to his back, while holding Xu Shujian's hand with the other hand.

Xu Shujian had long been accustomed to Song Fengchen's various intimate movements, so he naturally held Song Fengchen's hand back, stepped forward and walked side by side with him.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled a layer of light on the two of them, as if they were telling something elusive but natural.

The time was moved to the end of January [-]. At this time, Dong County was blowing with a strong dry winter wind.Because of its special geographical location, the temperature is relatively high during the day, and when the sun is out, it is enough to wear a thin coat.But at night, it is normal for the temperature to suddenly drop to a few degrees below zero, and thick quilts have become standard equipment.

Fortunately, Song Fengchen had fired thousands of catties of charcoal in advance. This winter, the life in the cowshed was quite leisurely, and even Xu Shujian's stomach softened.

Song Fengchen found this when he came to say goodbye to Xu Shujian and hugged each other.

According to the agreement between him and the old Taoist, he must arrive at Changning Temple before the new year's day. On the first day of the new year, the old Taoist will arrange for him to enter the Cai family ancestral hall to worship his ancestors, and write his name into the genealogy by the way, which is regarded as his identity Have a clear road.

After the new year, Song Fengchen packed up his luggage and officially embarked on the journey northward.

According to the address given by the old Taoist, he changed transportation all the way, and finally arrived at a small town at the foot of Yanshan Mountain on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month.

But when he got to the place, Song Fengchen knocked on the door for a long time, until the neighbors finally couldn't hold back their swearing, and the person who picked him up as the old Taoist said didn't open the door for him.

Song Fengchen calmed down, he put down his hands, and looked around with his consciousness.

There is no one in the yard.

He frowned slightly, the old man was unlikely to lie to him...

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen rubbed his temples and ran all the way. The physical and mental exhaustion already made him depressed, and it was already late at night, so he couldn't think about it anymore. He just wanted to find a place to rest one two.

It's just that the guest house in the town has already closed at this time.

Song Fengchen frowned, and at this moment, a strange sound came from not far away, as if someone was reciting a spell.

Song Fengchen's expression vibrated slightly, and he followed the voice and walked forward.

In a small courtyard on the edge of the town, the three-story western-style building was brightly lit.

On the open space in front of the house, there are altars, banners, flags... everything is available.

He Zhengming's family huddled in a corner, their eyes fixed on the door, their heart was beating so fast that they didn't dare to take a breath.

At this moment, the sound of fighting in the room stopped abruptly.

After a while, the door opened, and a middle-aged Taoist priest in a Taoist robe came out with the light behind his back.

He stroked his beard and smiled softly: "Fortunately, life is not disgraceful."

A flash of light suddenly shot out from He Zhengming's eyes, he raised his left foot, bypassed the middle-aged Taoist priest, and rushed into the door.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was not annoyed either. He looked at the family in front of him with a smile, and glanced at the old woman walking at the end of the crowd, his eyes flashed brightly.

"Dad, how are you?" He Zhengming, who rushed into the room first, fell on He Wei who was in the wheelchair. He quickly stepped forward and tore off the two exquisite talisman papers stuck on He Wei's forehead.

"I feel better." He Wei panted lightly, with a forced smile on his face.

He Zhengming looked He Wei up and down, and under the dim light, He Wei's complexion was extraordinarily rosy, probably because of his heart, He Zhengming nodded: "I also think that Dad, your spirit seems to have improved a lot .”

"Mr. He, don't worry, that evil obstacle has been saved by me, and I will never come to trouble your family again." The middle-aged Taoist priest who didn't know when he came to the door was speaking, and saw the He family all looking over , he spoke uprightly, and told him carefully: "It's just that next time, the old man encounters a green snake and enters the house again, remember not to be cruel... Fortunately, this time, the cultivation level of that evil barrier is still shallow, otherwise the consequences will be severe." It would be unimaginable.”

He Zhengming nodded hurriedly, and then asked nervously, "Then Daoist Wu, do you see my father's body?"

"It's easy to say," I saw the middle-aged Taoist priest take out a small porcelain bottle from his cuff and hand it to He Zhengming: "I have a bottle of health-preserving pills here, which can keep the old man back to normal within seven days."

"Thank you, Daoist Wu." He Zhengming's eyes lit up, and he quickly took the porcelain bottle over.

I just heard the middle-aged Taoist continue to say: "Basically, this health pill has no side effects. If the old man feels unwell, he can take one pill, but the frequency should not exceed one pill every hour, so as to prevent the deficiency from being replenished." .”

Hearing what he said, He Zhengming immediately pulled out the cork on the porcelain bottle, and poured out a brown pill the size of a mung bean.

Just then, a voice came from behind: "Water."

He Zhengming turned around, but it was not the old woman.Looking at the steaming warm water in the old woman's hands, He Zhengming's heart warmed up. It seemed that his mother was not as cold-blooded and heartless as he imagined, ignoring his father's life and death.

"Hey." Thinking of this, He Zhengming's eyes lit up with excitement, he took the water glass from the old woman's hand, and brought it together with the pills to He Wei: "Dad, take a pill first and see."

He Wei's hand that was hidden under the thin quilt trembled slightly, but it was only in such an instant, he calmed down, his brows were gentle, he took the pill calmly, and put it in his mouth, with a sour taste The taste instantly filled his mouth.

After He Wei finished taking the medicine, He Zhengming's heart was finally relieved by more than half.He conveniently put the water glass on the table next to him, and looked back at the middle-aged Taoist priest with a grateful expression on his face: "Master Wu, today's matter is really troublesome to you, and I, He Jiaming, appreciate your kindness."

As he spoke, he took out a red envelope from his pocket and stuffed it into the hands of the middle-aged Taoist priest: "Be careful, it's not a respect."

"Mr. He is polite." The middle-aged Taoist weighed the red envelope in his hand, smiling even more on his face.

"It should be, it should be." He Zhengming said repeatedly.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

He Zhengming's heart skipped a beat for an instant, he pricked up his ears, and after more than ten seconds, the knock on the door rang again.

"Clean up these things first..." He Zhengming pointed to the altar in the courtyard, and shouted at the juniors, while he himself walked towards the courtyard gate in a leisurely manner.

Just when Song Fengchen raised his hand to knock on the door again, he heard a creak, and the courtyard door was pulled open a gap. A middle-aged man poked his head out and asked, "Who are you?"

Song Fengchen withdrew his gaze from the sky above the small courtyard, and calmed down a little. It didn't look like something happened to his house, or the matter had been settled by someone.

But since everyone else has already arrived here, it just so happens to stay here for one night.

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen immediately said: "It's like this. I'm a traveler on my way to Qingzhen to visit relatives. I passed by your place. It was getting late. I happened to hear someone chanting a mantra nearby, so I followed the sound and came here. If there is any abruptness... ..."

"What is the sound of chanting a spell? Is this something that can be said nonsense?" He Zhengming lowered his voice, looked around, and directly interrupted Song Fengchen's words.

If this matter gets out, his family will be over.

How could Song Fengchen not understand He Zhengming's meaning, he said with a smile immediately: "Sir, there is no need to be nervous. Speaking of which, the person in your family and I are still traveling together."

"Going together?" He Zhengming was slightly startled, and then he understood what Song Fengchen meant. He looked Song Fengchen up and down, and asked in a suspicious tone: "Are you also a Taoist priest?"

"Probably." Song Fengchen replied.

Not now, just wait until he goes to Changning Temple.

He Zhengming thought about it, and it seemed that Song Fengchen didn't need to lie to him.

His frown stretched out: "So you are?"

Song Fengchen first repeated the previous sentence, "Passing by your place, it's getting late", and then continued: "I wonder if Mr. Can let me stay overnight."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to He Zhengming, adding: "This is my letter of introduction, because the guest house is closed at this time, so I have no choice but to ask to come to your house."

He Zhengming took the letter of introduction, glanced at it roughly under the moonlight, thinking that the other party had already approached him, and it seemed that it was not good to refuse.He immediately opened the courtyard door and said kindly: "It's fine, you can come in."

"Thank you." Song Fengchen nodded slightly.

Seeing He Zhengming leading a young man in, his wife looked puzzled: "This is it?"

"This is a guest..." Having said that, He Zhengming turned to look at Song Fengchen: "What is the Daoist's name?"

Song Fengchen raised his brows, only then did he realize that He Zhengming was calling out to him.

It actually sounded pretty good.

He suppressed the strange thoughts in his heart, and replied repeatedly: "Miangui's surname is Song, Song Fengchen."

Just as he was talking, his eyes inadvertently fell on He Wei who was almost completely soaked in death, and his brows frowned.

Noticing Song Fengchen's expression, and thinking about his identity, before He Zhengming could think about it, He Wei shouted, "Zhengming, I'm tired."

He Zhengming immediately came back to his senses: "Okay, Dad, I will push you back to the room."

"By the way," He Zhengming asked his wife, "Where is Daoist Wu?"

"Go back to your room to rest."

"That's fine, by the way, arrange a room for Daoist Song."

"it is good."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Watching He Zhengming's wife leave, Song Fengchen raised his hand to close the door, took off his clothes and kicked on his shoes, then got under the quilt, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep after a while.

After waiting until midnight, a urge to urinate pulled him back from nothingness.

In the dark, he rubbed his temples, got up and got out of bed.

Following the scent, Song Fengchen found He's toilet. Just as he was about to unbutton his trousers to drain the water, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the wall, followed by a voice.

"This is the 500 yuan I promised to give you. With this money, you leave here immediately, as far as you can..."

Song Fengchen was holding his trousers, with black lines on his face, it seemed that it was not good to continue to drain the water, and it was uncomfortable to hold it in...

He simply let go of his consciousness, and what crashed into the sea of ​​consciousness was an old woman and a middle-aged Taoist standing opposite a wall.

The middle-aged Taoist priest held a stack of banknotes in his left hand, and patted the palm of his right hand repeatedly.

The old woman frowned: "Wu Lao Liu, what do you mean?"

The middle-aged Taoist said calmly: "It's nothing interesting, I just think that the 500 yuan may not be enough for me, why don't you give me more, old lady?"

"Wu Lao Liu, this is the price we agreed on at the beginning, you want to go back on your word." The old woman said sharply.

"Hush——" The middle-aged Taoist raised a finger to his lips, but his tone was blatantly threatening: "Madam, it's better for you to speak in a low voice, if it is known that you colluded with outsiders and plotted to kill yourself Husband, tsk!"

"You—" the old woman pointed at the middle-aged Taoist priest, trembling all over.

The middle-aged Taoist became even more unscrupulous: "Old lady, people die for money, and birds die for food. I am alone, so I am naturally fearless. But you are different. That Mr. He is a filial son at first glance. If you let him Knowing that his own mother killed his own father..."

"Stop it," the old woman said bitterly, and she calmed down, "How much more do you want?"

The middle-aged Taoist narrowed his eyes and stretched out a finger.

"Okay." The old lady gritted her teeth: "This is the second time, if you still dare to make an inch, even if you risk my life, I will not let you go."

The middle-aged Taoist made a gesture of surrender with his hands raised, grinning and said: "Don't worry, old lady, I still understand the truth that things are only three things. I promise to leave here immediately after taking this money, and I won't entangle you any more, otherwise I will be hit by five thunders." , not to die."

The old woman's straightened spine instantly relaxed a little.

The middle-aged Taoist immediately rubbed his fingers, licked his face and said, "Then, old lady, do you see?"

The old lady said with a straight face, "wait."

After a while, the old woman turned back and threw a thicker stack of big unions to the middle-aged Taoist priest, "Remember what you said."

The middle-aged Taoist didn't even count the number, so he put the money into his arms directly, "Don't worry, old lady, I will ask Mr. He to resign early tomorrow morning, and I promise that I will never appear in front of you again in this life."

"hope so."

As soon as the voice fell, the footsteps sounded again, and then gradually weakened until they disappeared completely.

Song Fengchen in the toilet had black lines on his face, he obviously just wanted to find a place to sleep well.

Conan's physique is about the same.

It's just this matter, does he care or not?

Forget it, once the matter is exposed, there is no guarantee that the He family will not fall apart.

No matter, he has a bad conscience.

With such thoughts in mind, Song Fengchen, who returned to his room, didn't sleep soundly in the middle of the night.

Early the next morning, when Song Fengchen came down from upstairs, He Wei was sitting in a wheelchair reading the newspaper. He looked in good spirits and had a ruddy complexion. He didn't look like someone recovering from a serious illness at all.

No matter what!

Leaving aside the other things for the time being, Song Fengchen couldn't do such a thing as covering up a murderer.

After sorting out his thoughts, Song Fengchen walked towards Hewei.

It was at this moment that He Wei covered his mouth and coughed violently twice, followed by a tinge of paleness on his face.

I saw him tremblingly reaching out to grab the white porcelain bottle on the table beside him, pouring a pill into his mouth.

Smelling the faint smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the air, Song Fengchen's nose twitched and his complexion changed slightly.

He Wei looked up at Song Fengchen who was walking in front of him: "Song, Daoist Song?"

He remembered that He Zhengming called him that yesterday.

Song Fengchen cupped his hands and bowed: "Mr. He."

His eyes fell on the porcelain bottle in He Wei's hand, and he said, "I wonder if the old man can let me have a look at this thing."

He Wei fixed his eyes on him, recalling the way Song Fengchen looked at him and frowned suddenly last night, he understood, and nodded: "Please go ahead, Daoist."

Song Fengchen took the porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, crushed it, put it under his nose and sniffed it.

really.

He looked at He Wei, "Mr. He, do you know what this thing is?"

Why didn't you speak.

Song Fengchen said in a deep voice, "It's opium."

He paused, and then told He Wei what he heard last night.

"I see."

After being absent-minded for a while, He Wei suddenly smiled, and praised sincerely: "Only she can think of such a thorough plan."

Song Fengchen was taken aback.

The development of things seems to be different from what he imagined.

The author has something to say:

Xu Shujian: People who play tricks are heartbroken ﹋○﹋

Song Fengchen: No matter how dirty it is, it's yours︿(￣︶￣)︿