The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

Le Ning was woken up immediately by the rattling. He was still thinking about who ran into his house to dig the soil. He was really brave. The last one who came in to act as a demon was brought out by Mr. Police.

Then his thoughts returned, and he finally remembered that he was not at home now, but in Zhao's old house.

But is it normal to dig graves in the middle of the night in Zhao's old house!

Thinking of what Shen Yuan said about hearing the sound of digging at night, Le Ning instantly woke up.

Opening his eyes, Wen Xingzhi had already stood by the window, listening to the sound, when he heard the sound, he turned his head to look over, and softly made a booing gesture.

Le Ning stood up slowly, walked to the window together, and even covered his mouth and yawned because he just woke up.

Yawning with tears in his eyes, Le Ning listened carefully, the sound of digging the earth came and went, and after a while there was the sound of something cracking and breaking.

"Huh?" Le Ning took a step to Wen Xingzhi's side, and exclaimed in a low voice, "Why does this sound sound like a little fairy cat scurrying around and smashing a flower pot?"

I raised cats and planted plants in flower pots, but I couldn't escape the sound of flower pots being broken.

But there is no way, after all, the little fairy cat is so cute, of course I can only get used to it.

Wen Xingzhi nodded sympathetically, and lowered his voice, "It's very similar, let's go out and have a look."

The old house is very spacious, but there are no lights, and it is dark when you leave the room.

Le Ning has a bit of night vision ability, and he can barely see the outline of things clearly. He came out and took two steps, then turned to ask people,

"It's too dark here, do you want me to take you?"

Mr. Wen glanced at the clear main room, and before he could shake his head, Le Xiaoning's hand was already drawn over, and he grabbed his wrist through the cuff, and said with emotion,

"Mr. Wen, your wrist is much wider than mine."

Mr. Wen curled up his knuckles and swallowed the words silently.

Maybe it was too much, Mr. Wen has evolved from Do Evil at the beginning to now calmly followed.

The two walked lightly, walked through the main room, and walked out through a small door in the back.

The air is slightly cool tonight, there is no moonlight, and the countryside is not full of light sources like the urban areas. It is completely pitch black outside, and you can't see your fingers.

Le Ning's vision was numb, if it wasn't for the fear of scaring the snake, he would have wanted to turn on the light.

I can vaguely see the land boundary of about [-] square meters, full of half-person-high grass and potholes, but there are no grave diggers, oh no, diggers.

"There seems to be no one." Le Ning was a little puzzled, and was about to talk to Wen Xingzhi, when suddenly a gust of wind blew over his head.

Instinctively pulled Wen Xingzhi back and hurried back, and saw clearly a figure was waving a long stick, one stick missed, and another stick followed.

Le Ning asked Wen Xingzhi to step aside, flexibly stepped aside a few times, his hand was like lightning, and he was about to knock down the stick with his hand.

At this moment, Wen Xingzhi turned on the light, and under the white light of the incandescent lamp, a figure appeared.

When he saw the person clearly, Le Ning paused, "Mr. Zhao?"

It was indeed Mr. Zhao, with a thin body, skin wrinkled like orange peel, and bloodshot eyes.

Le Ning looked at the old gentleman who was holding a thick wooden stick in his wrist, and was a little surprised.

I didn't expect you to be such an old man, inviting us to a lotus root feast in person, and waving sticks behind your back!

After eating lotus root, eating people with a short mouth, and being in another family, Le Ning couldn't do it anymore. He took a step back and was about to explain, but who knew that he wanted to stop but the other party didn't.

The old man danced the huge wooden stick vigorously and smashed it on the head.

Le Ning narrowly gave way a few times, a little surprised.

He didn't expect that Mr. Zhao was still a master of fighting. His moves were very methodical. It was said that the masters were among the people, and the ancients would not deceive him.

After all, Le Ning had practiced before, and he knocked down the wooden stick after a few strokes, and quickly explained, "Mr., we just heard the sound, so we came out to have a look. There is really no malice."

Who knows, it's okay to say, the old man's nerve was touched when the words came out, and the old man stretched out his hand to grab it, and picked up a hoe.

The hoe is an old-fashioned hoe usually used in the village. It is 7-shaped and relatively small overall, like a flower hoe, but the blade of the hoe is bright and reflective. The kind that can definitely kill people.

Le Ning's face darkened, and he took a few steps back, "Old man, this is a bit too much."

The old man didn't seem to listen to the words at all, and rushed over while waving a hoe, the faint bloodshot eyes of his eyes had already filled his entire eye sockets.

If it was a general evil, Le Ning would not hesitate to handle it with a knife, but the old man didn't seem to be rational, and he didn't have any evil spirits on his body, which made it wrong for him to do it, or not to do it.

Just at this moment, Shen Yuan also came out from the small door, seeing the old man swinging a hoe at the man's head, his face turned pale with fright,

"Dad! What are you doing!"

I don't know if it was because Shen Yuan was more hateful, but as soon as he finished speaking, the old man turned his blood red eyes, twisted his hoe, and hoeed towards his family.

Shen Yuan and the two old men have always been kind and friendly. Where has he ever seen such a scene of murder, he couldn't help exclaiming,

"dad!!"

Le Ning looked at the calm but irrational old man, put two fingers together, swished a few simple runes, and touched the old man's vest.

In an instant, the old man who jumped halfway was like a machine with a power failure, and the whole person froze.

The old man stopped Shen Yuan before he managed to react, hurriedly took a few steps to the side, and asked Le Ning for help with a look of horror on his face.

"Master, what's the matter!"

"As you can see." Le Ning also had a bit of a headache, "I heard the sound of digging outside, and I remembered Mrs. Shen, you said it happened before, we went out to check, and it became like this as soon as we came here."

After hearing this, Shen Yuan's complexion became even worse,

"Then... If I come out that day..."

She is a full-time wife, so naturally she doesn't have the strength of Le Ning, her lips tremble when she thinks that she has wandered through the gate of hell in a trance.

Just as I was about to say something more, there was a sound of kicking footsteps coming from inside, like an old man walking slowly with his cotton slippers on, walking slowly.

After a while, an old man came out with snow-white hair and a small bun on the back of his head. He was slightly stooped, but his expression was gentle and peaceful.

It's Mrs. Zhao.

As if she didn't see anyone else, the old lady walked towards the old man slowly, and reached out to remove the sharp hoe from the old man's hand.

The blood in the old man's eyes gradually receded, and his body was able to move. He looked at the hoe that had been taken away, and he was a little reluctant, and his voice was filled with reluctance, "The flowers haven't been planted yet."

The old lady stood on tiptoe, and slowly stroked the old man's gray hair with her wrinkled hands, as if to comfort her, "It's planted, let's go back."

As he spoke, he took the old man's hand, turned around and walked back slowly.

The tall old gentleman was dragged by the stooped old lady, and he followed, his eyes still looking back, and his voice was filled with imperceptible grievances, "The flowers haven't been planted yet."

"It has been planted, and it has been planted a lot." The old lady replied slowly.

"It's not enough." The old man was a little stubborn, but he didn't break free from the hand he was holding.

"It's enough, it's enough." The old lady replied patiently, pulling the man back.

Shen Yuan silently watched her mother-in-law take him away so easily, and even forgot her fear for a while.

Le Ning also looked at the two old people enviously, "I also want to be led away when I get old."

Wen Xingzhi thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to encircle Le Ning Xilingling's wrist, "You don't have to wait until you get old."

Le Ning snorted, and turned to look at Mr. Wen who had a calm face but kept making small movements in his hands.

"Mr. Wen, you are getting better and better."

The two of you came and went, as if there was no one else around, Shen Yuan coughed silently, "Then what, Mr. Le, what should we do now?"

"Is your amulet still in good condition?"

Hearing this, Shen Yuan quickly took out the amulet that he wore next to his body. The amulet made of triangles was still neat and tidy, with bright cinnabar and clear yellow paper.

"Then it's fine." Le Ning waved his hand, "Go back first, don't go out at night if you have nothing to do, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Shen Yuan was still afraid, and followed suit, "Mr. Le, this..."

Le Ning yawned and glanced at her, "We are all one family, what are you afraid of?"

Shen Yuan was about to cry, but her father just picked up a hoe and wanted to hoe her, but it didn't look like he treated her like a family!

Le Ning went back on his own. It's not easy for him to go to other people's room to get rid of evil spirits at night, and there is no evil spirit on the old man.

After getting up to dance in the middle of the night, Le Ning was so sleepy that his mind was confused, and he returned to the room and fell face down, with his hands dragging his legs and lying on the side of the bed, closing his eyes and going to sleep.

Halfway through his sleep, he seemed to remember something, twisted around in a daze, and then fell asleep in seconds.

Wen Xingzhi walked behind him, seeing the kid twist and twist to leave half of the bed for him, he couldn't help laughing and sighing, he helped Le Ning take off his shoes, moved the back half of his legs to the bed, and shook off the quilt for him. Cover it, and tuck in the corners of the quilt that leaked the wind.

After everything was tidied up, he moved over the chair, leaned against the bedside, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next day, when the sky was bright, Le Ning woke up, sat up and twisted his neck, "Huh? Why does my neck hurt a little, I must choose a bed!"

Wen Xingzhi just came out of the bathroom, heard the words and glanced at the person, and almost twisted himself into a twist in sleep, can the neck not hurt?

Feeling the meaning in Mr. Wen's eyes vaguely, Le Ning sniffled, "How did Mr. Wen sleep last night, I didn't hit you, did I?"

He didn't get hit, but blocked the legs that rolled out of the bed four times, and picked up the quilt that fell to the ground twice. Even if he didn't use human sleep and rest, he couldn't help but feel a little tired after tossing around like this.

Wen Xingzhi was a little curious, "Xiao Ning, how did you sleep at home?"

Le Ning is very familiar with his sleeping appearance, so he understands what Wen Xingzhi wants to ask in seconds, and he opens his mouth to answer, "Sleeping with a cat!"

The delicate and soft little fairy cat is in his arms, how can he flip around casually, what should he do if the little baby is crushed!

Wen Xingzhi: As expected of you.

The two packed up and walked out slowly. Shen Yuan got up when he heard the movement, but seeing her dark circles, Le Ning thought she must have not slept.

Shen Yuan was so frightened last night that she called her husband when she returned to her room, but Mr. Zhao said that she was abroad and couldn't make it back in a short time. She was so angry that she scolded her useless husband bloody.

After eating something casually, Le Ning didn't delay, "Let's go, let's look around."

Shen Yuan couldn't wish for it, and immediately led the people to the back, the first one to go was naturally the backyard last night.

It is still through the small door, but unlike Ma Maliang last night, the scenery in the backyard this time is eye-catching.

There are a whole yard of flowers planted in the backyard, mainly chrysanthemums, from the small clusters of Hangbai chrysanthemums to the fist-sized Yaotai Yufeng, and lotus flowers planted in large vats with lotus leaves, tall and slender,

I don't know other varieties of Hua Lening, anyway, there are so many varieties, they are all comparable to the plants in his shop.

Seeing that Le Ning's eyes were straightened, Shen Yuan laughed.

She is a full-time wife. Her husband is in charge of the outside world and she is in charge of the house. She manages the family property and contacts. She has met many people, and the master has also met a few, but no one is as powerful as Le Ning, but she has no idol burden. of it.

"These belong to two old people. My mother-in-law likes flowers, and my father-in-law planted them specially for her. I don't know how to raise them. The whole yard is so well raised."

"So that's how it is." Le Ning looked at the high flowers and the succulents in the lower part of the yard, so many, it almost became a world by itself.

Two old people are sitting in a small horse on the edge of the yard, arranging the cut chrysanthemums, as if nothing happened.

A gust of wind blew away a few strands of the old lady's white hair. The old man brushed her back with a smile, and stayed on the hair for a few more seconds,

"Your hair is messed up."

Le Ning inexplicably felt that this sentence sounded familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while.

Mr. Zhao is still amiable, "Xiaoyuan, why did you come to the back?"

Shen Yuan leaned over to explain in a low voice, "Because this flower is for my mother, my father told us to come here less often."

"Oh." Le Ning expressed his understanding, and replied as if nothing had happened, "Look at Fengshui, look at Fengshui, you have to look at it, why don't you just walk around and look around, what do you call Fengshui?"

The old lady who made the branches silently looked up at him.

The old man also hesitated, "Okay, then you can watch it and walk around."

"Okay." Le Ning responded generously, but turned his head, but his brows gradually frowned, and looked at Wen Xingzhi, "Did you notice that the smell of flowers is stronger?"

"Yes." Wen Xingzhi nodded, and took a light breath of air, "It's almost covering the smell of wood and incense sticks."

Turning around is really turning around. From the four corners of the house to the front yard to the back yard to the small dirt bag behind, I didn't find anything unusual.

This turn took most of the day, Le Ning stood on the small slope, "Go to the back and have a look, if there is no problem here, go back first."

Xiao Tupo was not high enough, so he turned over when he was speaking. Seeing the scene in front of him, Wen Xingzhi frowned slightly,

"It doesn't look like it's okay."

I saw a house with black tiles and white walls in front of me, under the small emerald green lawn, if it wasn't the place where they just came out not long ago, what was it?

Le Ning looked at the clean house without any black air, and suddenly thought of another point,

"Mrs. Shen, didn't you say that you hired a nanny to take care of the two old people? What about the people now?"

Shen Yuan was staring at the house that appeared strangely in front of him with a pale face, and was startled when he heard this.

yes!Afraid that it would be inconvenient for two elderly people to live in the countryside, she hired a live-in nanny at a high price, and now she is!

The most important thing is that before Le Ning mentioned it, she hadn't thought about it at all. Obviously, the nanny used to cook three meals a day, tidy up and clean the house, and she had a very high sense of presence.

Just at this time, Mr. Zhao's call came in.

Mr. Zhao, who was scolded as useless, was very reliable. Although he couldn't come back for the time being, he arranged for an assistant to come over overnight.

However, when he received the news from his assistant, Mr. Zhao was at a loss.

"Daughter-in-law, where are you now? My assistant has arrived home. I haven't seen anyone. The house is so empty that there isn't even a ghost..."

The author says:

"Your hair is messed up" is taken from Haruki Murakami's essay "If I Love You", part of Baidu is as follows: "If I love you, and you happen to love me, I will smile when your hair is messed up Give you a call, but my hand is still lingering on your head for a few more seconds, but if I love you, but you don't love me by chance, and your hair is messed up, I will only tell you gently: " Your hair is messed up