It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

"Dad, what happened to Zibo?" Tang Li rushed over, but Dong Chengjun held her back and prevented her from getting close to Dong Zibo.

He placed the lamp in his daughter-in-law's hand and said seriously: "I have already told you that she is a capable master who can open the underworld. I saw her come out of the floor with my own eyes. Now she has probably taken Zi Bo to see Gaozu."

Dong Chengjun sighed and continued, "Just take good care of this lamp, nothing serious should happen."

The dozen or so members of the Dong family present looked at each other, all of them confused as to what was going on.

They only knew to watch people come in, and now one person is missing and one person fainted. The ancestral hall has no back door or secret room. Unless it is really as Dong Chengjun said, there is no other explanation.

"Dad, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Dong Juan was the first one to say that Song Tang was an illegitimate daughter. Didn't this offend people to death?

When I think about how Song Tang can bring people to the underworld at will, what if he wants to take revenge on me?

She pulled Dong Chengjun, her voice already filled with tears, "Dad, what if Master Song is a vengeful person and sends me to the underworld and doesn't let me come back? Then wouldn't I be dead?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Master Song is not that kind of person!" He glanced at his daughter-in-law who was holding the lamp obediently.

Worried that the light would go out, Tang Li chose an empty corner and sat down with the lamp in her hand, for fear of being disturbed by others, what if her son didn't come back.

Now most of the people in the room believed what Dong Chengjun said, but a small number were still skeptical.

The Dong family's business not only covers most provinces and cities in Huaguo, but also opened up overseas markets early on. There is no business that does not believe in Feng Shui. When they see a Feng Shui master, they are afraid of offending him.

At this time, while anxiously waiting for his nephew to come back, he began to plan how to establish a relationship with Song Tang.

On the other side, Song Tang carried Dong Zibo all the way to the Xingfu Wangui Community. When passing Huangquan Road, Dong Zibo almost turned back despite her repeated warnings.

Song Tang simply put the person into a paper man to avoid the big loss if he really couldn't go back.

When Old Master Dong learned that his grandson, who was many generations old, was coming, he said he wanted to teach him a lesson, but he was actually a little excited. The old men and women who danced square dance together in the community were waiting there together, just wanting to see Old Dong's eldest grandson who was shouting that he wanted to be his ancestor.

"Master Song is here!" Someone with sharp eyes spotted Song Tang from afar.

"Why is there no one here? Did you forget to bring it?" someone asked.

"You won't let the lonely ghosts on Huangquan Road eat you, will you?"

"I was told to pick him up, but you insisted on saving face! I'm telling you, if something happens to our fifth-generation grandson, I won't be able to live with you, whether we get divorced or not."

As soon as Song Tang approached, he heard the commotion here. Old Master Dong hurried over and asked anxiously, "Where is my fifth-generation grandson?"

Song Tang shook the paper figure in his hand, and a dizzy Dong Zibo immediately fell out of it.

Dong Zibo held his head with one hand, and then he was pulled up from the ground. He said politely, "Thank you, grandpa."

Then he was slapped on the head. Old Master Dong said angrily: "Who are you calling grandpa? Who is your grandpa! I am you, your ancestor!"

Dong Zibo: “…”

"Are you the one who wants to be my ancestor?" Old Master Dong put his hands on his hips and glared at Dong ZiBo with unfriendly eyes.

Mrs. Dong, who was standing next to them, pushed Mr. Dong away and pulled Dong Zibo to where the ghost boy was standing next to them. “Ignore this stubborn donkey. Let’s go over to the side.”

The ghosts immediately surrounded him. This was the first living soul they had seen in such a long time.

One by one, they touched Dong Zibo's arm, and then pulled his face, as if they had seen something strange.

"Oh, this eldest grandson is so handsome. Does he have a girlfriend? I have a granddaughter..."

"Come on, you've been dead for so many years, your granddaughter is almost here, right?"

"My fourth-generation granddaughter is young, just 23 this year, and she is a rich girl."

"My great-grandson is even better. He's only eighteen years old, but he seems to be a boy?"

Dong Zi Bo was surrounded by a group of ancestors, and Old Master Dong had no place to stand when he wanted to teach them a lesson.

A hundred years later, when Dong Zi Bo was too old to walk, he was still telling this bizarre story to his descendants.

This is a day worth recording in the family tree, and it is also the beginning of Dong Zibo's success in life.

After staying in the underworld for a few hours and satisfying the expectations of a group of elderly people to meet their descendants, Song Tang took Dong Zibo back to the Dong Family Ancestral Hall again.

This time, no one disbelieved Song Tang anymore. Instead, they all rushed to go to the underworld to broaden their horizons.

Song Tang thought that it was okay to bring one person or a group of people, and he couldn't take 10,000 faith powers for nothing, right? So he readily agreed.

He placed the souls of more than ten people into white paper figures one by one, and left the mountain god seal and red paper figures to guard the bodies of everyone present.

The Songtang brand one-day tour bus to the underworld sets out again!

The Dong family and others had never thought that one day they would be able to see the legendary underworld with their own eyes while they were still alive.

In the Xingfu Wangui Community, witnessed by numerous ghosts and more than a dozen family members, the two ancestors of the Dong family, Mr. Dong and Mrs. Dong, successfully divorced.

The two sides agreed that the spirit tablets would continue to be stored in the Dong family ancestral hall, but they would be secretly separated during sacrifices. Anyway, they were still the ancestors of the Dong family in the human world, and as for the affairs of the underworld, that was another matter and they had no right to interfere.

After attending a unique ancestral divorce ceremony, the family was sent back to the Dong family ancestral hall by Song Tang.

"Master, your kindness is so great that our Dong family will never forget it." Dong Chengjun led everyone in the Dong family to kneel down in front of Song Tang and kowtowed three times devoutly.

Dong Chengjun is worthy of being the head of the Dong family. This time, he could tell at a glance that the Black and White Impermanence and Lu Pan were all exceptionally polite to Song Tang.

Naturally, he guessed that the other party's identity was not ordinary, but he also knew his limits and did not ask any further questions.

Song Tang was caught off guard by Dong Chengjun's sudden move, but he accepted it with peace of mind.

She felt that she suddenly had a dozen more devout believers!

A dozen lamps representing the Dong family were neatly arranged in front of the statue of Song Tang. Unlike other single lamps, the Dong family's lamps, like the Yan family's lamps, had become a force of moderate size.

"Everyone, please stand up. I'm just fulfilling my promise." I didn't expect that after helping someone, there would be such a big surprise waiting for me.

When Song Tang left, he did another small favor to Dong Chengjun.

She said: "The old man will die in a few days. He will not suffer any pain. You can start to prepare."

Song Tang's voice was loud and everyone present heard it. They all looked towards the centenarian in the corner, sadness in their eyes.

Then I thought of the scene I saw not long ago, and I quickly felt relieved.

"Thank you for telling me, Master! If you have any instructions in the future, my Dong family will do our best!" Dong Chengjun took the opportunity to express his determination to surrender.

If you don’t hug such thick thighs now, when will you?

God was indeed kind to them. Just when the Dong family was losing its talents and had no successors, they received such a great help as Song Tang.