The master goes down the mountain: the daughter of the president cheated on me

Chu Feng and Su Qing returned to Linhai City. As soon as they arrived at Donghai Shengjing, Liu Caiyun hurried over.

"Qingqing, your second grandpa is gone. You should hurry up and get ready. Then our family will go back to Qiancheng Village in Qinglong Mountain to pay homage to your second grandpa."

Su Qing's second grandfather is called Su Minghe. He is in his early eighties. He has been in poor health for the past two years and has been hospitalized frequently. This time he is gone, which is a relief.

I originally thought of going to Wu Sect with Chu Feng to look for Zhu Yu Qingcao, but now that the second grandfather died suddenly, death is a big deal, so the search for Zhu Yucao can only be put aside for the time being.

Chu Feng didn't say anything, because Wu Sect was near Qinglong Mountain, and he didn't know the specific location.

Maybe you can meet someone from the Wu Sect.

Chu Feng drove a car and took Liu Caiyun, Su Qing and her daughter to Xiaoyao Garden.

I saw Su Minghai walking out with the support of everyone. His brother's sudden death made him look a little decadent.

The Su family prepared five luxury cars, all of which were black Mercedes-Benz.

Chu Feng frowned. Was he going back to his hometown for a funeral, or was he going back to show off?

Seeing Chu Feng coming over and knowing how awesome this grandson-in-law was, Su Minghai took the initiative to say hello.

Even Su Lingtian and Su Lingdi, who were supporting Su Minghai, nodded to Chu Feng and gave a slight signal.

"Let's go." Su Minghai said and got into the car first.

The vast convoy headed towards Qiancheng Village in Qinglong Mountain.

Qiancheng Village is Su Minghai's hometown, and Su Minghai is also the only rich man to leave Qiancheng Village.

Therefore, the Su family's funeral became the focus of the whole village's attention. The entire entrance to the village was full of people, all whispering to each other. Seeing the Su family's Mercedes-Benz motorcade driving over, the villagers all stared with envy and envy. There are jealous people.

Su Minghai and his family got out of the car. Chu Feng helped Su Qing get out of the car. He looked at the three beautiful granddaughters of the Su family, Su Yu, Su Xue, and Su Qing. Each one was more beautiful than the other. The villagers' eyes widened again. .

Seeing Su Minghe's son Su Linghua again, his grandson Su Hao came to greet him.

Su Linghua took Su Minghai's arm.

"Uncle, it's very cold here. Why did you come here in person?"

"We brothers have been together all our lives. It's our last journey. I have to come and see you off. Come on, let me pay my respects to Xia Minghe."

Although the Su family has lived in Linhai City for a long time, what matters in life and death is for fallen leaves to return to their roots, and this is no exception.

The funeral will be held in accordance with the customs of Qiancheng rural areas. It will be held in the hometown for three days and then buried.

Su Minghai and others entered the Su family's hometown. As the most famous tycoons in the village, the Su family brothers built their hometown almost like a landlord's compound, with three courtyards in the front and back, which was very impressive.

As soon as I walked into a courtyard, I saw a man wearing Taoist robes leading two disciples, including a girl, who was making paper figurines.

Su Qing pulled Chu Feng's arm and said, "What are you doing? It looks scary."

"It's indeed a bit scary, but don't be afraid. This is the funeral custom of our Dragon Kingdom and has been around since ancient times."

Papermakers earn money from dead people, and there are very few girls engaged in it. There is actually a girl among them, which makes Chu Feng a little surprised.

They tied up a lot of things, including gold, silver, jewelry, male and female golden boys, cars and villas, in short, everything in the world would be burned into the underworld.

Half an hour later, after paying homage, Su Linghua walked out with Su Minghai on his arm. When he saw the Taoist priest who made the paper man and his two disciples, Su Minghai suddenly became interested and stopped.

"Ling Hua, are they all folk paper-making artists?"

"Uncle, yes, this is..." Su Linghua pointed to the man in Taoist robes and said: "Taoist Priest Qingyang of Longhu Temple in Qinglong Mountain, who knows the art of riding a horse well, and is a well-known Taoist master near Qinglong Mountain. Kanyu, acupuncture points, and funerals are all Taoist Master Qingyang's special skills."

"Oh, I have long admired your name."

Su Minghai said, but did not shake hands with Taoist Master Qingyang, after all, he was doing paper tying work at hand.

"Oh, Taoist Qingyang, what do you say about this paper?"

"How should I put it? Of course it is very important. Paper-making is about paper people and horses, paper houses and paper bridges, and it is about the ghosts of ghosts and ghosts. If you don't pay attention to it, Mr. Su will not be able to live in peace, and it will also bring disaster to the Su family. .”

Su Minghai nodded with deep understanding and said: "Ling Hua, no matter how much money is spent, everything will be done according to Taoist Master Qingyang's instructions."

"Uncle, I can do it. Taoist Master Qingyang, please tell me what to do next."

Taoist Master Qingyang counted with his fingers and said: "In Xu Shi, I will burn the evening paper for Mr. Su. You and your son should go together."

"Okay, okay, Su Hao and I will burn the twilight paper." Su Linghua said.

Xu Shi is after seven o'clock in the evening.

Su Qing approached Chu Feng again and asked softly: "Encyclopedia, what is Twilight Paper?"

"It seems to be a folk custom, also called staccato paper, which is burned to the underworld to tell the underworld that there are reports of dead people."

After hearing Chu Feng's explanation, Su Qing felt a little cold all over her body, and couldn't help but rub her hands on her arms a few times.

Chu Feng held her hand: "Don't be afraid, this is a godless world, everything is just folk customs."

Su Linghua arranged a room for Su Minghai and his family, and then went to the Tu Tu Temple in the middle of the village with his son Su Hao to burn dusk paper.

At almost eight o'clock in the evening, Su Linghua and Su Hao hurried back.

"Taoist Priest Qingyang, the paper doesn't burn at dusk. What's going on?"

Hearing this, Su Minghai was also shocked. He took Su Linghua's hand and said, "Linghua, please tell me slowly, what is going on?"

"Uncle, Su Hao and I went to the Earth Temple to burn the twilight money, but no matter how we burned it, the twilight paper didn't respond at all and couldn't be burned at all. What's going on?"

Su Minghai naturally didn't know, so he turned to look at Taoist Qingyang.

I saw Taoist Master Qingyang closing his eyes slightly, pressing his thumb on his middle finger, and mumbling something unknown.

Chu Feng secretly thought, what is the purpose of Taoist Priest Qingyang's pretense?

Suddenly, Taoist Priest Qingyang's eyes opened, filled with fear.

"No, if the paper doesn't burn at dusk, it means that Mr. Su's road to the underworld is blocked. He can't leave the Su family. Even if he wants to leave, he has to take someone with him. This will be troublesome."

Take one away?

Everyone in the Su family panicked, and Su Minghai was even more unsteady on his feet and couldn't help but walk towards Taoist Priest Qingyang.

"Taoist Priest Qingyang, what should we do?"

"The only way is to ask me to get the soul-sending talisman from Longhu Temple. It's just that this talisman is very powerful, but you can't get it easily."

Chu Feng's lips curved, and he understood the real purpose of Taoist Qingyang, which was to defraud the Su family of money.

How could Su Minghai not understand the implication of Taoist Priest Qingyang's words, and said with great certainty: "The Su family knows the rules. Please send the soul talisman. It is very important and consumes Taoist Priest's mana. To show sincerity, the Su family will send 100 million incense money tomorrow." Dragon and Tiger View.”

Hearing this, the corners of Daoist Priest Qingyang's mouth trembled slightly, and soon disappeared.

With only 100 million, he is worthy of the billionaire Su family.

"Mr. Su, it's not easy to get the soul-sending talisman from Longhu Temple. It's really because Second Master Su has such a big problem..."

"Oh, Taoist Master Qingyang, please stop talking and draw out the talisman as soon as possible."

"Okay, I'll use my talisman immediately, and you guys will stand back."

Seeing that Taoist Master Qingyang started to show off and killed the Su family as the wrongdoer, as the grandson-in-law of the Su family, how could Chu Feng just watch and ignore him.

Besides, 100 million is a lot of money.

"Wait a minute."

Chu Feng suddenly shouted and walked out. Su Qing hurriedly reached out to pull him, but did not pull him.