Outside the Taoist temple with white walls and black tiles, a 95%-new Porsche 911 was parked. Cheng Youliang, wearing a windbreaker, leaned against the car door with a faint smile on his face.
Big brother Ma Zhongcheng went in again.
Not only can he continue to be in charge of his eldest brother's wealth, he will also continue to comfort his sister-in-law tonight.
Yes, just to comfort my sister-in-law. As early as three years ago, on a stormy night, Cheng Youliang had already made it a reality that you should not worry about your wife and I supporting ourselves.
"Hey, the car you drive is pretty good."
Zhang Wei, wearing Taoist robes, walked out of the Taoist temple carelessly.
Cheng Youliang mistakenly thought that Zhang Wei was an official Taoist priest of the Taoist temple. He raised his hand and said with a smile: "Taoist priest, I am here to see Taoist priest Chu. Please pass the message on my behalf."
Zhang Wei shook his head, walked closer, and put his hand on Cheng Youliang's shoulder under Cheng Youliang's surprised gaze.
"The Taoist Master already knows that you are coming. Come in with me."
Cheng Youliang was a little resistant to Zhang Wei's strange familiarity. He twisted a little but couldn't get away from Zhang Wei. He frowned and said, "I don't know what to call him?"
"I am a lay disciple. Just call me Zhang Wei. The Taoist priest is still waiting." Zhang Wei led Cheng Youliang to the Taoist temple.
"Meow!" A sudden cat meow startled Cheng Youliang.
"A cat scares you like this," Zhang Wei joked.
Cheng Youliang smiled awkwardly and said nothing.
Entering the Taoist temple, a small maple leaf forest blocked the way. Cheng Youliang, who had not seen the forest last time, looked shocked.
At this moment, Ma Zhongcheng walked out of the woods.
"Big brother"
Cheng Youliang was shocked.
It's so unbelievable that my eldest brother, who has obviously been in prison, appears here.
"Cheng Youliang, you couldn't find a job and I took you in. You didn't have enough money to marry a wife and buy a house. I lent you two million without blinking an eye. I went to jail and left my wife and children to you to take care of. You took care of me until I got to bed." I have worked so hard to build the foundation, and you openly accept it, so fuck you."
Ma Zhongcheng suddenly pulled out a knife from behind and rushed towards him with a ferocious expression.
Cheng Youliang came to see Chu Feng, but he didn't bring him with him. In panic, he pushed Zhang Wei hard and ran away.
"Where to run"
Ma Zhongcheng caught up with him at a weird speed and slashed Cheng Youliang's leg, causing blood to flow out.
"Taoist Master, help me, Taoist Master Chu, help me..."
Cheng Youliang hurriedly crawled on the ground while shouting for help.
"If you scream, no one will come to save you."
Ma Zhongcheng slashed Cheng Youliang's other leg with a knife again. The knife penetrated into the bone, and the pain can be imagined.
Cheng Youliang screamed and fainted.
Ma Zhongcheng cut again, and Cheng Youliang woke up and fainted again, lasting more than ten times.
Finally, Cheng Youliang lay motionless on the ground.
Ma Zhongcheng, who was covered in blood, transformed into a black cat with shiny hair.
Zhang Wei came over and waved his hand. The wounds on Cheng Youliang's body, which was so miserable, disappeared, as if he was lying on the ground and fell asleep.
"This guy's heart capacity is really strong. He was scared to death for a long time."
Black Cat sighed.
It turns out that everything just now was an illusion created by Zhang Wei and Black Cat.
"The body was thrown into the Qingshi Mountain in a car eighty miles away to create the illusion that he fell off a cliff and died."
Zhang Wei said in his mouth and walked back.
"Is it necessary to go to such trouble?"
Black Cat was puzzled.
Zhang Wei came back, picked up Cheng Youliang's body, and disappeared into a gust of wind. When the gust of wind passed by the entrance of the Taoist temple, it took the Porsche with it.
Soon, Zhang Wei's figure appeared on a cliff about 300 meters high, and the Porsche was abandoned on a path not far away.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust"
Zhang Wei threw the body directly.
…
The next day, the great writer Su Shi, who was sunny and gloomy, came to see Chu Feng alone.
In the quiet and quiet alchemy room where incense was burning, Chu Feng sat cross-legged.
"Taoist Priest, Su has a request?"
Su Shi bowed as soon as he entered the door.
This was the first time Chu Feng saw Su Shi like this, and he smiled and said: "What kind of thing makes Su Shi so solemn."
Su Shi was silent for a while and then stated his purpose.
Missing my dead wife.
I hope Chu Feng, who has great supernatural powers, can help revive him.
"I can't help you"
Chu Feng shook his head and refused.
Su Shi looked disappointed. After a while, he retreated and said, "Su was demoted all the time and could not go back to his late wife's grave to see it. I hope the Taoist priest will cast a spell and give me a ride."
This is fine, Chu Feng nodded in agreement.
At three o'clock in the morning, in a mountain forest in the western part of the country, there are graves all over the mountains and plains. In an inconspicuous corner, a grave that has experienced thousands of years of wind and frost stands quietly, as if waiting for the return of her husband.
"Ten years of life and death are blurred. I don't think about it, and I can't forget it. I am alone in a tomb thousands of miles away, and there is no place to talk about the desolation..."
Su Shi walked to the tomb in a daze, reciting poems unconsciously.
Out of pity for Su Shi, Chu Feng pointed it out, awakening Su Shi's dusty memory.
At that time, he was nineteen years old. He was young, talented, and energetic. It was easy for him to obtain fame.
That year, she was sixteen years old, at the age of blooming flowers, full of yearning for a simple and beautiful future.
At a poetry meeting, he showed his hand in a small way, which attracted applause from the literati present.
She, and several close sisters, looked at him from a distance, feeling a very strange feeling in their hearts.
He didn't notice her. His attention was always on his classmates and his pleasant poems.
A few days later, he learned from his father that the matchmaker had agreed that he was going to get married before going to the capital to take the imperial examination.
With his free and easy personality, he thought for a while and then agreed.
At the wedding, he looked at her walking in with a red veil and a down payment, and his heart palpitated. This was the person he would spend the rest of his life with.
Is she pretty?
Is she gentle?
Will she understand herself?
In the bridal chamber at night, he held a scale and lifted his red hijab. That shy and beautiful face made him feel both uneasy and happy.
The days after marriage were either sweet or dull. When he was studying, she would make a pot of good tea, sit aside and watch him quietly. Sometimes when she saw that he was distracted, she would take the initiative to remind him of what he had missed. As night fell, she was shy and proactive. He thought he was a happy man. Unexpectedly, when his career was just on the right track, a disease took away her young life. At the age of thirty, he became a pitiful man. widower.
Although he later married and took in many concubines, her status in his heart was always the highest.
A man always has special feelings for his first woman.
"Taoist Priest, I want to stay here and accompany Fuer."
Su Shi's eyes were filled with tears as he relived his memory.
"Okay, I'll leave these things to you."
Chu Feng put down some spiritual fruits, turned and left.
The next day, Chu Feng came back and was surprised to find that Su Shi had turned gray overnight.
"Pindao has sealed this place with a formation. People inside can go out, but people outside can't go in. Whenever you want to go out, you can leave directly."
Chu Feng put down some more spiritual fruits.
