He placed the portrait on the table and spread it out. When he saw the old man in the portrait, Sun Laizi was immediately stunned.
Then he was about to open his mouth to ask me, but I shook my head and asked him to keep quiet.
When the three old village chiefs saw the portrait, they immediately said: "Chang Sheng, the old man in this portrait is actually the master we are talking about who suppressed Wong Tai Sin eighty years ago."
"This master's name is Chen Sanqian, and everyone calls him Third Master."
Wang Fugui interrupted.
But when he said these words, it was like a thunder on the ground, making Sun Laizi and I both have heads buzzing, and our eyes were filled with unbelievable and shocked looks.
I never thought that the old man in the portrait was really my grandfather.
But the time doesn't match up.
Eighty years ago, before my grandfather was born, how could he appear in Huangmiao Village and suppress Wong Tai Sin for the villagers?
I was dumbfounded.
Sun Laizi was also dumbfounded.
Unless there are people in the world who look exactly the same and have the same name.
But this is absolutely impossible.
International joke.
I have lived with my grandfather for eighteen years, and I know better than anyone what his old man looks like.
I can tell at a glance whether he is my grandfather or not.
But how to explain this?
Eighty years ago, my grandfather was not born yet, let alone a gray-haired old man. Why did he appear like this?
At this moment, I was so confused that I couldn't figure it out clearly even if I tried hard.
"Listen to our ancestors, the third master's strength is unpredictable."
When we were shocked, we saw the old village chief continue to say: "We only used an evil-suppressing talisman to suppress Wong Tai Sin. If Liu Xiazi hadn't burned down the Wong Tai Sin temple, even now, Wong Tai Sin would still be suppressed." Suppressed in the temple."
"Later, in order to thank the third master, our ancestors used portraits in every household to supply and demand the third master."
The old village chief briefly explained this matter.
"I see."
I suppressed the shock in my heart and said with a smile: "I thought this old man was very powerful, so I took it off and asked, but I didn't expect that he was the expert."
"Lianlian, please hang up the third master's portrait."
Huang Fugui said: "Chang Sheng, you eat first. The old village chief and I will notify the villagers to come over and let the villagers thank you."
"Changsheng likes peace and quiet, so don't make such a big fuss."
Sun Laizi quickly refused and said: "Old village chief, just go and inform the villagers. By the way, pick us a villager who is familiar with Shennong Mountain. We will be there tomorrow morning."
"That's right, we are going to the Holy Mountain tomorrow morning." I also said.
"Going there tomorrow morning?"
The old village chief said: "Master Cripple, do you want to rest for a day before going into the mountains, so that the villagers can thank you for your longevity."
"We have no time to delay."
I smiled bitterly and said, "My wife is waiting for me to find Old Ginseng King to save her life."
"In that case, I will arrange for someone to pick an old hunter for you later to lead the way."
"No need to choose."
Huang Lianlian said: "I know Shennong Mountain better than anyone else, so let me lead the way for Changsheng and the others."
After hearing these words, the old village chief's eyes fell on Huang Fugui.
"It's best for my daughter to go."
Huang Fugui nodded.
Naturally, we have no objection. The person who leads us only needs to be familiar with Shennong Mountain.
"Master Lame, you have to send it out tomorrow morning, so you should have a good rest."
The old village chief smiled and said, "I won't disturb you anymore."
"good!"
We nodded and watched the three old village chiefs leave.
After the door was closed and Sun Laizi looked at my grandfather's portrait, he was shocked and said: "Chang Sheng, why did your grandfather come to Huangmiao Village eighty years ago?"
"I don't know either."
I smiled bitterly and said, "Eighty years ago, my grandfather probably wasn't born yet."
"If this is true, then your grandfather is not simple."
Sun Laizi said seriously: "Perhaps your grandfather is a monster who has cultivated into a spirit, or an immortal who has cultivated into an immortal. Otherwise, he would not have appeared in Huangmiao Village eighty years ago."
Although this statement is absurd, it is the only one that makes sense.
But we didn’t have too much entanglement on this matter.
Grandpa and his old man are beyond my comprehension.
There is no use thinking too much.
However, I ate another bowl of rice before going back to the house to sleep.
After eating three meals in one night, the amount of food was so terrifying that it was like a starving ghost reincarnated.
Moreover, I can still eat and sleep well.
He lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
On the second day, I was woken up by a loud noise.
There were cries.
There were also wails of pain.
I got up, quickly went to the window and looked around, and saw the villagers gathered together.
And there were several villagers, covered in blood, lying on the ground and wailing.
Seeing this situation, I quickly went downstairs and rushed over. The people lying on the ground wailing were all strong men from Huangmiao Village.
But he was seriously injured and his body was covered in blood.
Right away I noticed that the old village chief was also lying on the ground, unconscious. His wrinkled face, the left cheek was red and swollen, and his finger prints were clearly visible.
There is no doubt that someone else slapped the old village chief unconscious.
As for the other villagers, headed by Sun Laizi, they all stared forward with anger.
Opposite the villagers stood two young men.
The two young men had long hair, wore ancient robes, and held long swords in their hands.
They were dressed strangely, as if they were ancient people who had traveled through time.
Arrogant.
The tall, thin young man on the left is pointing a sword at Cripple Sun.
"Old man, what are you looking at?"
The tall and thin young man glared at Cripple Sun, then said with a cold face and cold eyes: "My patience is limited, hurry up and pick a few people for me, otherwise, I will kill you all, believe it or not?"
"You are cultivators in the monastic world, how can you bully others like this?"
Sun Laizi was so angry that his teeth chattered.
"How dare you talk to me like this?"
The tall and thin young man sneered: "Old man, since you want to die, then I will help you."
Said.
The tall, thin young man walked towards Sun Laizi with a sword in his hand.
When I saw this, I immediately became furious. I never thought that a monk would run wild in the Temple Village and hurt so many villagers in the Temple Village.
And he also wanted to kill Sun Laizi.
Made.
Are all the ascetics in the monastic world so arrogant?
Is this just like the Fan family, who regard human life as nothing, and kill people if they want to?
And I rushed over with long strides, and immediately stood in front of Sun Laizi.
"Tsk tsk..."
The tall and thin young man looked at me and sneered: "Is this another one who is not afraid of death?"
"You are so arrogant!"
Looking at the tall and thin young man, I said calmly.
Next second.
I raised my hand and slapped the tall, thin young man on the face.
Snapped!
The very clear sound of a slap sounded like a muffled sound.
"ah……"
The tall, thin young man screamed.
