My master is invincible

Chapter 76 Moving the Grave ([-])

The point of my father's words is not to move the grave, but to feel a little guilty about taking my money to move the grave.Perhaps he felt that it was a father's dereliction of duty that his son was only 18 years old and had to take on family responsibilities.

I was stunned for a while, then patted my father on the shoulder, and said, "My money is the money of this family, and you are the general of our family. The general has the final say on everything, and you don't need to discuss it with me, a small soldier." Yes, hey!"

Listening to my words, my father laughed and cursed, "You kid, when did you become so cunning."

"Hey," I laughed, "Father, you should get rid of that old-fashioned thinking. Now that there is no society, the money in the family should be divided between the son and the father."

We chatted for a while, mostly words of comfort to my father. When it was two o'clock in the middle of the night, my father shook off the guilt in his heart. We were a little sleepy, and we didn't say anything about moving the grave. I slept in that room all night.

I slept very soundly that night, dreaming about many things in bits and pieces. When it was almost dawn, I dreamed of an old man in official uniform of the Qing Dynasty. He cupped his hands at me and said, "Thank you for helping me The graves are piled high!"

At first I didn't know the meaning of these words, but after thinking about it, it is likely that Wang Jie's family worshiped the wrong grave, and the grave next to it that was almost flattened was the grave of his ancestors. I gave Wang Jie's father Make a phone call and tell him the dream.

After hearing this, he didn't have any extra words, so he said that during the Qingming Festival next year, he would erect a monument for his ancestors to prevent future generations from worshiping the wrong grave. At that time, I must go to erect the monument. For me, he Very relieved.

I hung up the phone, put on my clothes, and walked out of the room. My father and Joyce were sitting at the dining table talking.

"What are you talking about?" I walked over and asked my father.

"Miss Qiao told me about you, I didn't expect to really misunderstand you last night." My father smiled at me apologetically.

I just let it go, I don't want to mention this matter again, maybe Joyce will make some troubles, so I sat down beside my father and asked: "Who are you going to ask for the job of moving the grave? I am the Eight Immortals." , you can’t mess around with your own grave, you have to find someone else, do you have someone in mind?”

"I want to ask the old scholar to look at a new grave first, and then ask Lao Wang and the others to help carry the coffin. What do you think of these two people?" My father looked at me and asked me in a discussing tone.

I said: "The old scholar's knowledge of Fengshui is good, and the old Wang's strength is also good. The two of them are very good, but I need a Taoist priest to move the grave. Who do you plan to find?"

Father lit a cigarette, and said slowly: "Daoist Qingxuanzi, I had some friendship with him in the early years, and if he finds him to preside over the grave removal, I probably won't refuse!"

What he said was to tell me that he already knew that I had an unpleasant quarrel with the Taoist priests of Master Shuiyun. Presumably this Qingxuanzi and Master Shuiyun should not be in the same group, otherwise my father would not invite him, so I asked my father, "Who is Daoist Qingxuanzi?"

"You should have met, last time I met him in the town, he said that I gave birth to a good son, and he cured Li Zhuang's diarrhoea!" My father looked at me with a smile, "Do you remember? "

"He is Taoist Master Qingxuanzi?" I was surprised, and a figure appeared in my mind, with a Chinese character face and a three-inch long beard from the corner of his mouth. It was the middle-aged Taoist priest at Li Hazi's funeral. At that time, he asked I had time to look for him, but I didn't expect my father to have friendship with him.

"It's him. When we were young, we had a good relationship. Later, he learned the Tao halfway. Over the years, he is also famous in our Dongxing Town. Our contact is less, and most people can't invite him!" Father smiled mysteriously. Laughing, said: "I should be able to move him!"

For my father, being able to invite Qingxuanzi is something worth showing off. At least it can show some differences in my father in front of me. How can I not understand what my father means? This is a common problem of being a father. It looks very high in front of the children.

"Father? You are so powerful that you can even invite Qingxuanzi!" In fact, I have been an Eight Immortal for so long, and I have never heard anyone mention Qingxuanzi.

"When Taoist Priest Qingxuanzi comes, I'll introduce you, and you will have much less resistance in carrying the coffin in the future." Father smiled brightly.

I smiled, pretended to look at my father with admiration, and said, "Thank you so much!" To be honest, I didn't think that Qingxuanzi was so powerful, but I thought he was a little different from other Taoist priests, not so philistine .

"Did you father and son be deceived? My grandma said that the current Taoist priests are all fake Taoist priests, and real Taoist priests live in seclusion in the mountains and old forests." Joyce interjected.

As soon as she finished speaking, I saw my father sink down and said: "Little girl, don't talk nonsense, Qingxuanzi is very capable, and the corpse is rotten. He only needs to draw a talisman and paste it on the coffin. Immediately it will be gone."

"That's just the beginning of Taoist priests, painting and clearing techniques, and you can't enter the hall. If you are a real Taoist priest..." Father's face became more and more serious, which is no wonder. From his tone, it can be heard that he admires Qingxuanzi very much. Now When Joyce said that, he would naturally feel unhappy.

I quickly stopped Joyce, pulled her, smiled at my father, and said, "My friend, there is something wrong here, I'm too self-righteous." Then, I pointed to her head.

Joyce also seemed to notice something wrong with her father's face, stuck out her tongue, and sat aside without saying a word, but her hands twisted my waist, as if to vent that I had a problem with her brain.

I endured the pain, glared at her, looked at my father, and said, "Then it's decided. For Fengshui, I will find an old scholar. For the job of carrying the coffin, let the old king find someone. The Taoist priest for the ceremony will find Qingxuanzi. I just took the opportunity Steal some masters from Qingxuanzi, maybe it will be useful in the future."

The latter words really flattered my father, and my father laughed happily, and kept saying, well, well.After all, what father doesn't want to help his children?Poor parents all over the world!
Afterwards, we had some breakfast, and I took the birthday horoscope given by my father and walked towards the old scholar's house. I can't participate in the relocation of my own family's grave. I must participate as a filial son and filial grandson, otherwise I will make my ancestors unhappy. , I can't even participate in the simplest day selection.

When he came to the old scholar's house, he was sitting at the door with a stool, his legs crossed, and there were some tea tables beside him, humming a tune, and staring at the left side sneakily.

I followed his gaze to the left, and saw Widow Liu squatting at the door of her house brushing her teeth. Because she just got up in the morning, there were a few buttons on her clothes, and a large piece of white flesh was exposed on her chest. .

(End of this chapter)