Maoshan Ghost King

Chen Leqing was stunned, sitting there not daring to move, looking at the grandma who appeared out of thin air in front of him, not knowing what to do.

"Mr. Chen, this is your grandmother and your father’s biological mother. I was entrusted by it, so I found the old house of Chen’s family. Don’t look at the current Dharmakaya, it’s because your father was not long after birth. He passed away for some reason, so he kept his appearance before he died. There is no doubt that it is your grandma."

Hearing this, Chen Yueqing's body moved slightly, and stood up from the chair tremblingly, and reached out to grab Aunt Feng's hand.

But Aunt Feng is just a spirit body, and when Chen Yueqing grabbed its hand, she passed through its body at once.

Chen Yueqing naturally didn't know the reason, and looked at Ge Yu dumbly.

"It's a ghost now. People and ghosts have different paths. Ghosts have no body. It's not bad if you can see them." Ge Yu saw his doubts and explained.

At the moment, Chen Yueqing threw away the walking stick in his hand, knelt down tremblingly, and suddenly burst into tears, calling out grandma.

Aunt Feng also couldn't cry. She only heard the crying, not the kind of tears. She wanted to reach out to touch her grandson, but her hand could only pass through him, and she couldn't catch anyone.

People and ghosts have different paths, just like strangers.

The two stood opposite each other and cried together. After a while, Ge Yu comforted Chen Leqing and said, "Mr. Chen, please tell your grandma if you have anything. Aunt Feng is a ghost now, and it is not suitable to be with you for a long time. Getting along with the Yin Qi into the body is not a joke, you are already this old."

Aunt Feng naturally knew that her own yin was too heavy to harm her own grandson, so she said: "My good grandson, when did your father leave?"

"It has been more than forty years... At that time, he was treated as a landlord’s old wealth, the son of a capitalist, and he was dragged out to criticize and paraded. He was beaten half to death, and his heart was under a lot of pressure. In the end, it was because I was not filial. Under that environment, I couldn't do anything at all. I also suffered a lot of crimes along with my grandson. I also wore a few big capitalist running dog hats on my head..." Chen Leqing cried.

"Those tablets outside, are there pictures of your father?" Aunt Feng said excitedly.

"Some and some... I'll take you to see..." Then, Chen Leqing tremblingly got up from the ground, picked up the walking stick, and took Auntie Feng towards the living room.

There is a large incense table in the middle of the living room, and the ancestors of the Chen family are placed on the incense table.

In the middle position, there are two unclear black and white photos of a man and a woman, both in their 50s and 60s.

These two people should be Chen Yueqing's parents.

The photo of the man next to him should be Chen Yueqing's father and Aunt Feng's biological son.

"Grandma...he is my father, and my grandfather named him Chen Junxian." Chen Leqing said.

Aunt Feng looked at the picture of the man, excited and unable to hold on to herself, tears rolled down her eyes.

For more than a hundred years, the vicissitudes of the situation, the stars have changed, the reason why Aunt Feng was so cruel, through such a painful way, six holes and three knives, weighing the soul... ended her life, not because she suffered. Too much torture was not because of his cruel heart to him, but because his son, who had not yet reached the full moon, was thrown to the mass grave and fed the wild dogs. That's why I decided to incarnate a superb ghost, seek justice for my own son and at the same time, kill hundreds of people in the entire Grand Marshal's Mansion, turning the western-style building into a terrifying existence.

This is the heart disease that Aunt Feng has kept in her heart for more than a hundred years. All the hate and all the grievances are caused by her son. Today it was finally detached, it finally saw its own son.

But it did not see his living son, just a photo.

For a time, the melancholy and thoughts were so varied. Aunt Feng was so excited that she couldn't hold on herself. Her heart was full of guilt and self-blame. When she was young, as a mother, she didn't take care of her son well and didn't cultivate him by herself. When I grew up, I didn’t teach him how to babble, let alone watch him stagger and miss too much...

"My son..." Aunt Feng wailed as she looked at her son's portrait, and Chen Leqing followed with tears.

Even Ge Yu, who was standing by, was deeply moved.

The affection between mother and child is the most sincere affection in this world, especially the love of mother for son, which cannot be detached from any affection.

Ge Yu felt sad, but his expression was as calm as water.

Where are your parents? Was it like Master said, that both of my parents died when I was born? If you are still alive, do you still remember having a son like yourself? If you are still alive...where should they live...If you are still alive, can you find them? Ask them why they abandoned themselves or what else Unspeakable difficulties.

The moment he turned, Ge Yu's shoulders shook slightly, and a tear rolled down.

Part of the reason why Ge Yu wanted to help Aunt Feng find his biological son was his own. Aunt Feng also entrusted a lot of hope in Ge Yu's heart.

Aunt Feng looked at her son's portrait, weeping, and started thinking about the photo, saying what she wanted to say to him for more than a hundred years.

Seeing this, Ge Yu patted Chen Yueqing on the shoulder and signaled that he could leave with him.

Chen Leqing had just recognized this grandma and was still a little bit reluctant, but under Ge Yu's determined gaze, he left the house with Ge Yu.

After all, people and ghosts have different paths, staying with ghosts for a long time, it hurts Mr. Chen a lot, and Ge Yu is different. He is a Taoist priest himself, with heavy yang energy, and he also deals with ghosts all the time. There is no problem.

Ge Yu helped Chen Leqing out of the house. Mr. Chen still couldn't restrain his excitement. He walked forward and secretly wiped his tears.

Chen Zeshan greeted him quickly, and saw the old man sad like this, and quickly said with concern: "Grandpa...why are you crying? What happened?"

Chen Leqing waved his hand and said: "It's okay, it's okay... I'm getting older, and when I encounter some things, I can't control myself."

With that, Chen Yueqing suddenly turned around, bowed to Ge Yu, and said solemnly: "Master Ge...Thank you so much. You helped us Chen family again."