Zhang Wantan went to Mu's house to ask for help, but the result was that Mu Hongfei was ill and avoided seeing him.
He didn't want to return to Macau like this, or go to meet his brother in embarrassment, so he thought about attacking Jiang Jiahao again.
When Zhang Siyi heard that Mu Wanrou was going to take Jiang Jiahao to see Master Zhang Ling, he insisted on going along.
Regarding this, both Mu Wanrou and Jiang Jiahao said they had no choice but to agree.
The time arrived on the appointed day. This morning Jiang Jiahao dressed up and drove to Mu's house with Jiang Qiwen, Betty, Xiao Mei and Zhang Siyi.
Mu Wanrou is already waiting. She is not going alone, but also her cousin Mu Ziye.
This was also the first time Jiang Jiahao saw his cousin, who had a good relationship with Mu Wanrou, a girl in her teens with pretty features.
The classic car could only seat four people, so Mu Wanrou naturally wanted to take Jiang Jiahao's car, and Mu Ziye wanted to be with Mu Wanrou.
Jiang Jiahao had no choice but to let Xiao Mei and Zhang Wantan ride together.
A group of six people, plus four cars of bodyguards, headed to the Cheung Family Ancestral Temple in Wong Tai Sin District.
At nine o'clock in the morning, the Zhang family's composition is in sight.
This is a large, independent and quiet courtyard, located halfway up a mountain. It covers an area of several thousand square meters and has many independent attics inside.
The gate and courtyard wall are made of old slate walls and iron-clad wooden doors with iron rings, which look very simple.
The gate to the courtyard was not closed, and there were no guards at the door.
When several classic cars stopped at the door, a blind old woman in a gray cloth robe, leaning on a cane, came out with a smile.
Next to the old woman, there was a girl. She was wearing a black eye patch and seemed to be blind. She had to be supported by the old woman when she walked.
"What's the matter? Isn't Master Zhang Ling very powerful? Are there an endless stream of people coming to beg her every day?"
"Why is there no guard here, and the door is just open? Do you want two blind men to greet me? There is no queue~"
Zhang Wantan closed the door and got out of the car, looking at the slightly ancient courtyard in front of him, especially when he saw two blind men walking out of the courtyard to greet them, their expressions were unusually weird.
Mu Wanrou glared at Zhang Anyuan and scolded angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, this is Master Zhang Ling."
"Is this Master Zhang Ling?"
Mu Wanrou's response not only shocked Zhang Anyan, but also Jiang Jiahao looked surprised.
According to Mu Wanrou, Zhang Ling's place has almost become a pilgrimage site, and celebrities will always come to ask her for divination or help.
These gentlemen are not so shabby if they just throw away some hard-earned money, right? Wearing clothes full of patches?
What's more, Zhang Ling herself took over the Zhang family's industry.
The Zhang family is also a big family, otherwise they would not have such a large courtyard and worship statues of gods.
Okay, maybe this is what the legend says, practitioners don’t care about worldly views?
Is that girl her relative or her apprentice? Why is she also blind?
Mu Wanrou naturally didn't know that Jiang Jiahao was full of doubts.
When she saw Zhang Ling coming out to greet him, she stopped caring about her ladylike manners, hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car, and took the initiative to greet him.
"Grandma Zhang, are you trying to hurt me?"
"coming?"
Zhang Ling also wears a black eye patch on her face. She is nearly sixty years old, but her body is very upright.
She stroked the back of Mu Wanrou's hand and cheek, raised a smile on her lips, took Mu Wanrou's hand and walked towards the yard.
It can be seen that the relationship between Zhang Ling and Mu Wanrou seems to be good.
But Zhang Ling only took a few steps and suddenly stopped, as if she could see something. She turned her body towards Jiang Jiahao, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared and turned into confusion.
He murmured: "The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, the hell of Yama, how strange it is to be resurrected from the dead."
"Mother-in-law, what are you talking about?" Zhang Ling's voice was so low that Mu Wanrou couldn't hear her clearly, so she could only ask curiously.
Being interrupted by Mu Wanrou, Zhang Ling came back to her senses, patted the back of Mu Wanrou's hand gently, and asked, "My child, is this the young man you were talking about?"
Mu Wanrou naturally knew that the person Zhang Ling was talking about was Jiang Jiahao. After hearing this, she nodded: "Mother-in-law, is there anything wrong?"
"Jing'er, take Xiaorou to the main hall. Young man, follow me."
Zhang Ling took the hand of the girl next to her and handed it to Mu Wanrou. She waved in the direction of Jiang Jiahao and walked towards the side hall.
Seeing this, Mu Wanrou was filled with doubts, but she could not disobey Zhang Ling's wishes, so she waved to Xiao Mei and the others, and went to the main hall with the girl Jing'er.
Zhang Anyan frowned on the spot, glanced at Jiang Jiahao, then looked at Mu Wanrou and the others who were gradually moving away, and could only pat Jiang Jiahao on the shoulder.
Jiang Jiahao was left with a self-seeking look in his eyes, and he quickly chased after Mu Wanrou and the others.
Zhang Ling walked to the side hall door with a cane in hand, turned her head and looked back at Jiang Jiahao, who was standing there, and waved again.
"Is she really blind?"
Jiang Jiahao frowned. How could a blind man accurately determine his location and invite him twice in a row?
Jiang Jiahao had too many doubts in his heart and wanted to ask Zhang Ling for answers, so he simply followed him and walked into the side hall.
As far as the eye can see, there are three statues of gods in the hall, all of which are more than three meters high. The material seems to be made of copper, or iron cast with gold paint.
The statue in the middle has a gloomy face, like the bottom of a black pot. It holds a book of life and death and a judge's pen in its hands. It is wearing an official robe and has a trace of a crescent moon between its eyebrows.
There are two statues of gods on the left and right, one with a human body and an ox head, holding a big fork, and the other with a human body and a horse face, holding a long knife in his hand.
The entire side hall was about fifty square meters in area, and only one candle was lit. Various murals were carved on the surrounding walls, some of which were blurred and invisible.
Needless to say, the identities of the three statues must be that of Yama of the Tenth Palace and the Bull-Headed Horse-face. I just don’t know why the image of Bao Zheng is used.
It was broad daylight, the sun was shining brightly outside the hall, the temperature was suitable, but the side hall was gloomy. As soon as he entered the room, Jiang Jiahao couldn't help but shiver.
For no reason, Jiang Jiahao looked at the three Dharma statues and subconsciously moved his position left and right. He always felt that "Bao Zheng" holding the judge's pen and the book of life and death was staring at him coldly.
Even the bull-headed and horse-faced figures standing on the left and right seemed to have become spooky and terrifying.
Jiang Jiahao didn't understand why Zhang Ling worshiped the Ten Halls of Yama and the Bull-headed Horse Face. He also didn't know why Zhang Ling brought him to this one with so many side halls in the courtyard.
After entering the room, Zhang Ling walked to the statue, lit a candle and inserted it into the incense burner. She pointed to the two straw buns on the ground and sat down first.
The room was already cold enough, and he wanted to sit on the ground. Jiang Jiahao wanted to refuse, but facing the gaze of "Bao Zheng", he had no choice but to sit down patiently.
"Master Zhang, I..."
"Stop talking and let your mind calm down."
Master Zhang Ling interrupted Jiang Jiahao's words, sat cross-legged, found a wooden fish from somewhere, and started knocking it.
“Dang~dang~dang~~~”
Isn’t Zhang Ling a goddess? Why did you knock on the wooden fish?
Jiang Jiahao saw that Zhang Ling didn't want to explain too much, so he could only close his eyes patiently and try his best to relax.
Time passed by and then he fell asleep...
The sound of the wooden fish gradually stopped, and Zhang Ling heard Jiang Jiahao's faint snoring. She stood up, bowed to the three statues, and left on crutches.
It was getting dark, and Jiang Jiahao slept for a full eight hours before waking up leisurely.
"What's going on, I can actually fall asleep?"
"Not to mention, after a good sleep, I feel a lot more relaxed. It's strange."
Looking at the sky outside, Jiang Jiahao stretched out his arms and yawned, feeling that his current condition was surprisingly good.
This feeling was an ethereal state of mind that he had never felt in the past few months.
No, I can't say that these few months have been the most relaxing time ever since Jiang Jiahao traveled to Xiangjiang.
Raising his head and looking at the three statues, Jiang Jiahao noticed something different.
If when Jiang Jiahao first walked into the side hall, these three statues looked at him with anger, now they look kind and kind?
"My eyes must be dazzled. How could the statue change its expression?"
After bowing to the three statues and lighting new incense candles, Jiang Jiahao stood up and left.
As soon as he walked out of the side hall, the door of the side hall closed by itself, making Jiang Jiahao's skin tighten for no reason.
"What's going on? There is no one else in the side hall except me, and there is no wind now. Why did the door close by itself?"
Jiang Jiahao turned around and looked at the closed side hall door, as if he was pushing the door open to see what was going on. He suddenly stopped and looked diagonally behind him.
In the corner over there, Zhang Ling stood on crutches and waved to Jiang Jiahao: "Come here."
