While the powerful ghost Xin Lianshan wants to ask for the throne, the other "households" are also closing their doors and scheming.
Mr. and Mrs. Huang Zuo sat cross-legged on the kang facing each other, chanting while processing Xuntian Pills.
"Eighteen gods, looking at them is really greedy!"
"I don't know how many honors the young gentleman can reward our Huang family."
After the last gift-giving incident, Huang Zuo became more sober than his mother-in-law.
"I'll give you a few statues. I'll be satisfied if I can give one to each of us!"
"Hey, now everything can't be perfected. If we only rely on our own cultivation, there is no way out..."
After hearing what Huang Zuo said, his old lady immediately stopped what she was doing, took out a long dry tobacco stick and took a puff.
"Old man, I don't like hearing what you say."
"Why are you satisfied with giving us two statues?"
"Eighteen statues, if divided equally among the five families, there will still be three statues left for each family!"
"We are not greedy either. We will just give our Huang family an average number when the time comes."
Upon hearing this, Huang Zuo also picked up the dry tobacco pole and took a puff.
"I'm just afraid that the little gentleman won't be so concerned."
"Think about it, the Hu family is closer to us emotionally than us;"
"In terms of strength, among the eight brothers from the Chang family, which one is easy to mess with except Huaiyun?"
"In terms of mood, Hui Lao Liu is so pampered by the little teacher: if there are good things, don't just force them all!"
At this point, Huang Zuo sighed.
"Hey, the bad thing is that the Hui family still has such a large population."
"What if Gray Old Six does something bad and brings a bunch of brats to cry in front of the young gentleman, then I guess I won't be able to bear the weight of anyone else!"
"Is that so?!" Mrs. Huang Zuo, who was originally very interested, began to complain after hearing this analysis.
"Why are they all so indebted? They behave in front of the little teacher every time, and they even try to bully us!"
"What should we, the Huang family, do..."
The camera zoomed out, and the voices of the Huang family's analysis became smaller and smaller.
What follows is nothing more than a "small farmer" conversation, with no harmful intentions, so I won't waste any more words.
(I repeat, the author is also the son of a farmer, and I have no intention of looking down on my father’s generation. Please don’t go online!)
In the Hui family, Hui Lao Liu is not as miserable as Huang Zuo and his wife thought.
Because he didn't think about the matter of the divine position at all, but instead invited all the clan members who were relatively advanced in spiritual practice to give advice.
"These days are not peaceful. You should put your cultivation matters aside for now and go out and keep an eye on everything around the young gentleman."
"You must not put him in any danger, remember?!"
The little mice didn't speak, but nodded vigorously and dispersed.
In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the white snow.
Hui Laoliu himself was not idle either, stomping towards his deaf mother-in-law's house.
He has secretly decided to stay there for the next few days and keep watch.
In the ancestral land of the Hu family:
Hu Qingshan knelt in the middle of the hall, while Mr. Hu Third stared at the night sky in the distance without saying a word for a long time.
After a while, the deep and solemn voice sounded.
"Qingshan, what do you think about the matter of Empress Guanghua opening a mansion and eighteen gods?"
Hu Qingshan pondered for a moment and spoke his mind.
"Reporting back to the ancestors, Qingshan looked at it calmly."
"Just like what you ordered a few days ago: No matter what, we can't let the world rub our backs and talk about marrying a daughter for glory!"
Mr. Hu San was quite pleased to hear such a "neither humble nor arrogant" answer.
"Yes, this is the bearing that a head of a family should have; this is the mentality that a practitioner should have."
Having said this, Mr. Hu San turned around slowly and his tone was much kinder.
"Qingshan, after you finish your recent affairs, you can practice with me for a while."
"As long as you survive the current disaster, you will still have five hundred years of freedom."
"Qingshan thanks you, ancestor!"
The joy in the Hu family's head was obvious in his tone.
Note: Many readers do not understand the preciousness of the Guanghua Mansion’s shrine;
Or don’t understand what it does.
Let me give you an easy-to-understand example.
Generally speaking, if you become an "immortal" or "fengzheng", you will be dead if you die, and there is no way to resurrect.
But there is a God's throne in the God's Palace, just like you adults have resurrection points when playing games.
As long as the master of the palace is virtuous enough and generous enough, he can revive people unlimited times.
The resurrected "general" only loses some experience (Dao Xing) or equipment.
Of course, if you can run back and pick up all the equipment, just pretend I didn't say anything.
