Brother is a bit bored

Wang Xin was already sweating profusely. They persuaded him to drink the wine. If something happened to him, he would be very guilty.

"Then when will my senior brother wake up?" Meng San asked.

The old doctor said while preparing the medicine, "After this injection, the patient will feel sleepy and needs a good rest. Let him lie here for half a day first."

Wang Xin suddenly thought of placing the ancestral tablet, and said quickly, "But the time he had promised before is coming soon, this delay will cause our family's tablet..."

Meng San frowned slightly, looked at Lu Jingyang who was lying motionless with a flushed face, and after a moment of silence, he said to Wang again, "I will take care of the matter of placing the ancestral tablets in your family for you."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xin hurriedly agreed, and walked home while wiping his sweat with his sleeves.

The old doctor gave Lu Jingyang an injection and went to work on his own affairs.

Meng San pulled the small quilt on the hospital bed to cover Lu Jingyang.

At this moment, Lu Jingyang really has a sense of sight of a sick beauty. His eyebrows are like distant mountains. Even if he is tightly furrowed because of pain, he still does not lose his demeanor. His long eyelashes tremble slightly, reminiscent of the wings of a butterfly. Fragile and weak, can directly evoke pity from others.

But Meng San knew that Lu Jingyang was definitely not a ostentatious vase, and he was never fragile.

A cool breeze came, rustling the blackout curtains by the windows, and the sound of cicadas chirping outside the house, the atmosphere was so good that it made people feel sleepy.

Meng San yawned, and said to Lu Jingyang on the bed in a low voice, "Don't worry, Senior Brother, I will take care of it at the Wang family's side, and I won't ruin your reputation. You should rest well."

After Meng San finished speaking, he slowly got up and left.

Although Lu Jingyang was dizzy and couldn't even open his eyelids, his head was still clear and he had an impression of everything that happened. He wanted to hold Mengsan to explain a few words, but the words came to his mouth but he couldn't Unable to make a sound, he had no choice but to let Meng San go.

According to his understanding of Meng San, he must go back and look through his grandfather's notes to sharpen his gun again!

Although it is not a profound way to place the ancestral tablet, it is very particular. If there is a little carelessness, it will make people's house restless, and it will be terrible! !

As Lu Jingyang expected, when Meng Sanyi returned to Wang's house, he got into the guest room and began to gnaw at the notes left by his grandfather, and found the record about placing the ancestral tablet to study on the spot.

"Hey, husband, this Meng Shigong looks like a boy in his early twenties, and he has no reputation. Do you think he can do it?" Mrs. Wang saw that the time was coming, and Meng San still hadn't got off. Lou prepared, pulled Wang Xin and asked secretly.

Wang Xin quickly glared at her, "Don't gossip and offend people. I heard that the living half-immortal Meng Qi has a grandson who is his appointed heir since he was a child. I have never seen him bring others along, but this time he brought a junior for no apparent reason, I think this little master Meng Bacheng is the grandson of a living half-immortal, Master Lu must bring him out to familiarize himself with the business!"

Meng Qi's reputation is well-known in Jinghai City, and even in the whole of western Guangdong. The rumors about his deeds are amazing. When they heard that Meng San might be his grandson, everyone immediately stopped talking.

When the time came, Meng San really went downstairs on time and ordered Wang Xin and the Wang family to arrange things.

Meng San glanced around, and roughly counted. The ancestral tablet, incense burner, ashes, five fruits, animal food, incense candles, paper silk, red circles, and hair cakes were all ready, so he took out a " net symbol".

Probably Lu Jingyang had given them the details before, so they prepared the most suitable things. Wuguo prepared pineapples, oranges, and sugar cane.Pineapple means "prosperity", while sugarcane means "return to sweetness", both of which are good meanings.

The incense is black agarwood, and the paper and silk also use gold, big silver, and small silver.

Meng San had to sigh in his heart that Lu Jingyang was as careful as dust!

Everything is ready, the next thing Mengsan has to do is to install the shrine, and then invite the gods and ancestors to return to their place.

Fortunately, the mantra is not long, and he has a good memory and can memorize it quickly, otherwise it will be a hundred ~ ten thousand small now! Speaking of chanting, Meng San is not afraid of losing face, he is afraid of smashing Lu Jingyang's signboard, which would make people lie down It's a clinic, don't make people lose their jobs anymore!

After everything was settled, it was almost noon. After the Wang family burned incense and worshiped their ancestors together, they began to prepare lunch to thank Meng San and Lu Jingyang.

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Lu Jingyang had been resting in the clinic, and was picked up by Meng San when Wang's family was serving dinner. He checked the shrine and made sure that Meng San hadn't made any mistakes, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry about my work. I said I won't smash your signboard!" Meng San approached Lu Jingyang and said proudly.

Because of Lu Jingyang's alcohol allergy, on the contrary, Meng San put aside the fact that he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss himself, and he didn't make a fuss at the moment.

Lu Jingyang's fever has not yet subsided, and he feels a little top-heavy. Seeing his embarrassing look, he can only sigh helplessly, "You really dare to apply what you have learned!"

After lunch, Meng San and Lu Jingyang packed up their things and prepared to leave.

"Old letter, old letter, something happened to my family again!"

Before the two went out, they saw a middle-aged man with a mustache rushing into Wang's house to look for Wang Xin.

The middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot, and the two eye circles were almost comparable to those of the American treasure panda. It was obviously a state of lack of sleep.