Master never follows a routine

The Chen family was already located in the south before the town was built.

Although their family is a little rough, their luck is indeed very good. There are hundreds of acres of fertile land nearby, and even if there is a drought, there will be a lot of harvest. is vegetarian.

If you talk about it, you can only sigh that "green smoke is rising from the ancestral grave".

"It should be here." Jiang Linmu narrowed his eyes and said to the plaque with the word "Chen's House".

With a radius of tens of miles, the house is the tallest and the largest, and you can tell if you ask the people a little.

Red bricks and black tiles, two big stone lions stand in front of the door, the gate is as high as two people, enough for five people to walk side by side, the door handles are two dragon heads with copper rings, and the longan is made of jade.

It's Sansheng's luck that no one has been poached away until now.

The most eye-catching thing is the plaque above.

The words are really ugly.

Jiang Linmu was not in the mood to discuss this ugly word, so he knocked on the door: "Is anyone there?"

After a while, the door was pushed open with a "squeak".

The old butler was still wearing a filial hat, when he saw these people, he immediately glared at him and prepared to close the door.

Jiang Linmu didn't say anything, and just kicked him. The housekeeper didn't know how he had such strength, and he was thrown several inches away by the door.

Ying Lin was dumbfounded, and quickly grabbed Jiang Linmu: "Master, we're just here to ask questions, we can't kill mortals!"

"Do you think I'm that kind of person?" Jiang Linmu turned his head slightly, stared at him, and smiled sarcastically.

His eyes were dark, like a poisonous snake bending over the darkness, Ying Lin's heart trembled violently when he stared at it.

How could Jiang Linmu make such an expression?

Ying Lin just felt creepy.

It seems that I have known Jiang Linmu since I was born. He has a good temper and always has a smile on his face. It seems that no matter what happens, he will not be angry.

No, maybe he was just that kind of person.

This time, he was just out of breath and exposed his true colors.

"How could it be, just to remind Master..." Ying Lin paused for a moment, and his voice became more obedient: "Ordinary people are fragile, please be careful, Master... Master!"

Jiang Linmu strode towards the house. Seeing this, several servants rushed up to stop them.

"Who is the guest?"

"You can't see the master without a notification!"

"The master is offering sacrifices to the ancestors! Let's talk about something in two days." Jiang Linmu raised his head slightly: "It's not a big deal, there is something I want to ask your master. If you know, you can answer me."

The leader of the servant scratched his head, seeing the clothes of the two people, they were not from poor families, and it was not okay to dismiss them casually, so he could only say, "Excuse me, my guest."

"When was the grave in your master's house built? Are there other graves nearby?"

The boy said without hesitation: "The tomb of the ancestor was built hundreds of years ago, and everyone in this town knows about it."

"Are there any other graves nearby?"

"Of course not! After the ancestor's tomb was completed, the short mountain was taken over by the Chen family, and it was not allowed to be used for other purposes except for worship."

Jiang Linmu was confused, grabbed the boy by the collar at random, gritted his teeth and asked, "Did he pick up an old woman's grave! Didn't he!"

"Well, I don't know...it's been so long, and only the master and the others know." The servant said tremblingly.

"Where's your master?" Jiang Linmu let go.

The boy pointed to the southeast: "Master is in the lobby, ready to go... Alas! Guest, where are you going?"

Jiang Linmu pushed him away and walked in the direction he pointed, Ying Lin quickly caught up with him!

At this time, the butler limped over and saw them standing there in a daze, and shouted angrily, "What are you doing standing here! Stop him!"

But those two walked so fast that they seemed to disappear in a blink of an eye.

As hell.

The Patriarch of the Chen family, Chen Yan, and his sons were washing their hands and burning incense in the lobby. After worshiping their ancestors, they had to pay homage to another person.

The great benefactor of their family!

His two sons stand behind him. The eldest is a businessman, earning a lot of money, and has opened several shops. The second is an official. He is the number one scholar.

Chen Yan became more and more satisfied.

"You all have a correct attitude, especially the second child, remember to ask your benefactor to bless your title on the gold list!"

"...Who is your benefactor?" Jiang Linmu leaned against the door and asked suddenly.

"Who!" Chen Yan looked back in shock, and he recognized it.

Isn't he just the kid who scolded them?

Chen Yan was furious: "Come on! Throw him out!"

"Master!" The butler covered his bruised and swollen side face, and rushed over panting with a few servants holding wooden sticks.

Seeing his appearance, Chen Yan was slightly taken aback: "What did you do?"

"It's him! He called me!" The housekeeper pointed at Jiang Linmu and his voice became hoarse.

"It's useless, so many people can't beat the two of them! Hit! Hit me to death!" Chen Yan pointed at the two of them and shouted.

More than a dozen sticks smashed at the two of them, but they didn't know what they hit, and they got stuck in the air!

There seemed to be a violent storm under the stick, causing everyone's sleeves to fly, and there was a sudden "click" in the wind, and the stick broke!

"What, what's going on!"

"What the hell..."

"You guys, are you all ghosts!" Chen Yan backed back again and again, tremblingly saying.

Today is Ching Ming Festival, a day when ghosts travel!

Only ghosts can do this!

Chen Yan wanted to run, but for some reason he couldn't move his limbs!

He turned his head to look at the others, and they were all the same, standing there in a daze, unable to move.

If they have gained spiritual consciousness, they will see that their hands and feet are bound by countless strands of spiritual power.

"It's not a ghost." Jiang Linmu squatted down in front of him, and said unhurriedly, "I just have a few questions for you. First, are there any other graves on that mountain?"

"The whole mountain belongs to my Zhang family, and only my ancestors are on it!" Chen Yan said through gritted teeth.

Jiang Linmu obviously didn't believe it, and then asked, "When did your ancestor die?"

"Jianyu [-]."

Jiang Linmu couldn't hide his anger.

After he entered the Immortal Gate, he knew that he would never meet his mother again in this life, so he arranged everything, including where she would go to enjoy herself while she was alive, and where she would be buried after death. Although he didn't know the exact time in the mortal world, but It must be decades earlier than this date.

"You must have taken a fancy to that good feng shui! You dug my mother's grave, and the birds took over the dove's nest!"

Chen Yan blushed and spit everywhere: "Don't spit on me! My ancestor's grave has been built here for hundreds of years! Why dig your grave!"

"Don't tell me, right?" Jiang Linmu grabbed the ceramic cup placed on the table and slammed it on the corner of the table!

Holding the broken porcelain piece, he took a step forward and pressed it against his second son's neck, pressing down slightly, and the blood slowly flowed out from the wound, flowing down his fat neck.

The second son suddenly screamed: "Ah - I'm going to die! Dad! Help me!"

"No, no, no! Let him go! I'll say it! I'll say anything!" Chen Yan's hands and feet suddenly softened, and he fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face.

"Master! Don't get excited!" Ying Lin grabbed Jiang Linmu's arm.

"roll!"

"Master, let go!" Ying Lin pressed his wrist with the other hand, Jiang Linmu felt his palm go numb, and he snatched the porcelain piece!

"You are so bold!"

"Everything is for the sake of the master." Ying Lin was neither humble nor overbearing.

Just kidding, if Jiang Linmu really killed this mortal, he himself would not be able to escape death!

Seeing that Jiang Linmu's face became more and more unkind, Ying Lin hurriedly urged Chen Yan: "If you want your son to live, just say what you want!"

"I don't know if you've heard of it, sir? It turned out to be a barren mountain, and there was a mass grave at the foot of the mountain. Every night, wild ghosts cried and howled, and even people in villages tens of miles away could hear it..." Chen Yan swallowed Swallowing, he continued tremblingly: "Let's not talk about this place, there is not even a living figure, who would build a grave here?"

Jiang Linmu sneered: "In that case, why did your ancestors bury themselves in this ghostly place?"

"Sir, I don't know. In my Chen family, a child with the body of cultivating immortals appeared in the past. Even people from the cultivation world came to look for him. The ancestors wept with joy, but unexpectedly, he just went away like this! The monk said that the child was ours. The luck of the Chen family, after he takes it away, the Chen family will only plummet..."

Jiang Linmu forced him to ask, "So?"

"The monk said that under the heavens, there is no reason to separate yin and yang. In a place as sinister and shady as a mass grave, there must be an excellent feng shui treasure nearby. If you hide your ancestors in it, you will be able to protect the Chen family." Generations. In order to express gratitude, the ancestors gave him a lot of treasures, but they just didn't want them. Later, the ancestors wanted to enshrine him in the ancestral hall like a Bodhisattva..."

"Where is the shrine?"

Chen Yan pointed to the south.

The Chen Mansion covers a large area, and the southernmost place is like a large ancestral temple, surrounded by green pines, the environment is very good, quiet, only the sound of feet rubbing against the ground can be heard.

The ancestral hall is located in the innermost part.

"Master, look!"

Ying Lin pointed at the ancestral hall, turned her face and called him.

The bronze statue enshrined in the ancestral hall is particularly familiar-it is Li Changfeng.

The golden statue was not much different from himself, with a benevolent face.

Disgusting!

Extremely hypocritical!

Jiang Linmu understood immediately.

Why did the Chen family's grave appear on the feng shui position he designated for his mother.

Why, Li Changfeng has an auspicious air on his face - that is obviously the treatment that only a highly respected fairy has.

"How could he... how could he do this?" Jiang Linmu seemed to have lost his soul, his voice was trembling and he could hardly speak: "He clearly promised me that he would bury his mother properly..."