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

After being glared at by his wife, Xu Wei silently shut his mouth.

There are three women in the family, two adults and one child, and none of them is someone he can afford to offend.

Jiang Hong paused, hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth and said, "Send Junjun to her grandmother first. I will be gone for two months at most. It won't delay anything!"

"It just so happens that my parents also said that they haven't seen Junjun for a long time, so let's do it!" Ma Yue agreed immediately.

Last time, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had a very unhappy quarrel because of Junjun, but later Junjun came back. Ma Yue also reflected deeply that her mother-in-law had to take care of them and Junjun on weekdays.

I finally had a hobby of my own, square dancing, but I accidentally let human traffickers take advantage of me.

Now Jiang Hong has psychological trauma and no longer dances in the square. She either stays at home or takes Junjun out to play while she stands aside and watches.

Xu Wei's father passed away early, and his grandmother was less than 40 years old at the time. She worked very hard to help Xu Wei finish college. Before she could relax for a few years, Xu Wei got married, and Jiang Hong immediately helped take care of her granddaughter.

When they returned to their room, Xu Wei was still mumbling, so Ma Yue told him everything he had been thinking about.

He even advised Xu Wei: "Our mother has worked hard for decades and has no hobbies. It's good for her to have a belief now. Besides, Master Song is indeed a capable person. Wasn't the calming talisman he gave Junjun last time quite effective? What's more, our mother didn't work for nothing. Her welfare and treatment are no worse than ours. When the time comes, we can bring Junjun and mother back home together on the weekend!"

Xu Wei thought so too, and added humorously: "A few days ago, our company's boss asked me if I knew Master Song. Do you think we can help him connect with him? I went to Master Song's live broadcast room and took a look. He charges 3,000 yuan for a divination! My mother left in a hurry last time and didn't give me a penny."

The couple planned to bring a big client to Song Tang, and Song Tang's top brother finally overcame many obstacles and came to the mountain temple.

But this time he learned his lesson and brought two bodyguards.

"Master Song, you don't know that I went through 81 hardships to get here." Yan Fei lay down on the sofa as soon as he arrived, not considering himself an outsider at all.

Originally, he planned to come here directly after picking up Song Tang yesterday, but who knew that he would meet an old acquaintance at the airport by chance.

After being pestered by the other party for a whole day, he asked him to have dinner together again today. Yan Fei finally ran out from the back door and drove directly to the mountain temple.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and Song Tang had almost finished organizing her resume. She glanced at the listless Yan Fei and said nothing.

"I'm so hungry - Master Song, is there anything to eat?" In order to escape, Yan Fei didn't even have time to drink water.

Seeing Yan Fei's handsome face turned into an embarrassed expression, Song Tang chuckled and got up to cook noodles for him.

Yan Fei immediately followed in happily, and while watching Song Tang cooking noodles, he complained, "My mom insisted that I must protect you closely, but I looked left and right and you don't look like someone who needs protection."

Song Tang paused holding the kitchen knife, then quickly continued cutting the ham as if nothing had happened.

Soon a bowl of egg noodles came out of the pot, with two eggs, some vegetables, and a few slices of ham.

Although he ate delicacies from land and sea every day, Yan Fei wolfed down a simple bowl of egg noodles like a starving ghost who had been hungry for several days.

"Master, I want to eat ham too." Qiao Yue floated over at some point. She stretched her neck and looked at the bowl of hearty egg noodles.

Yan Fei, who was eating noodles, paused with his chopsticks in hand. He looked up hesitantly and looked at the two paper figures, one red and one white, on the table.

Talking paper figures? One is like a plump version of a stick figure, and the other is like a delicate version of a shadow puppet.

Yan Fei was completely stunned. He even forgot to eat the egg in his mouth and just bit it stupidly.

"This, this, this..." The egg in Yan Fei's mouth fell down. He pointed at the paper figure for a long time but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Unable to bear Yan Fei's useless look, Song Tang gently touched Qiao Yue's little head and said faintly: "Female ghost, have you never seen one?"

Ten minutes later, Yan Fei, who had finished his noodles, placed his hands flat on his legs and sat on the sofa very obediently.

Song Tang was concentrating on painting a picture. The content of the painting was, egg noodles?

A larger white paper man was holding his sword and looking at Song Tang's painting with a serious expression. There were two smaller paper men lying on the table next to him, both looking very interested.

Yan Fei didn't know how he could tell several different expressions from the three black spots on that face. It was just his intuition.

The paper people came to life, ghosts dared to jump around in the mountain temple, and they became Master Song’s pets. What’s wrong with the three sesame-dotted faces having some expressions?

It was as if Yan Fei's heart was loaded with ten thousand complaining machines, complaining non-stop at a rate of ten thousand words per minute.

Until I saw Song Tang cut the bowl of egg noodles with scissors, cut it into strips carefully, put it into a big iron pot, and then threw a piece of talisman paper in. After the talisman paper was burned, three bowls of egg noodles were actually served!

Yan Fei reached out to touch it curiously, but found nothing.

"This is for them to eat, of course you can't touch it." Song Tang cut three more pairs of chopsticks and threw them into the pot, then quickly took them out and placed them on the three bowls of noodles.

Yan Fei's eyes widened instantly. He stretched out his long legs and ran to the iron pot, only seeing a little ashes inside.

He moved closer and smelled it carefully. He didn’t know if it was because of preconceived ideas, but he actually smelled the scent of egg noodles!

It has been three hundred years. Wei Kangyu has not eaten for nearly three hundred years.

There have been offerings over the years, but I just smelled it and never put it in my mouth.

He took the chopsticks and tried to pick up a piece of noodles. He sniffed it first. It was really the aroma of noodles! Wei Kangyu's black bean eyes seemed to have grown much bigger. He took a bite quickly. The rich wheat aroma instantly spread throughout his mouth.

The three paper men didn't have time to say anything and started eating noodles with a slurp.

Having not tasted real food for hundreds of years, the three paper figures ate several bowls of food in a row. The skinny paper figures seemed to be getting bigger.

Song Tang quickly stopped several people from overeating and comforted them, "Tell me what you want to eat next time, don't overeat."

It was getting late, so Song Tang put Yan Fei in the guest room.

The guest room had not been used for a long time, and the things inside were no longer usable. It was only with the help of two bodyguards that it was finally cleaned up.

Looking at Yan Fei who was clumsily making the bed, Song Tang had no intention of helping. He just stood at the door with his arms folded, watching a show.

"Do you know anyone who sells jade?" Given Yan Fei's background, he should know more about jade than her.

"Master, do you want to buy jade? I have some at home. When you go to Kyoto, I'll give you a few pieces." Yan Fei said as he took off the quilt cover. He installed the length and width in the wrong order, so he had to do it again.

I'm just carving a peace and safety pendant, so I don't need very good jade, and I don't know what the current price is.

I thought of the bunch of spiritual objects I had collected, all of which were in the sleeves of my immortal body.

If the immortal body is still there, why would there be any need to find jade? Any scraps will be enough.

After a silent sigh, Song Tang replied, "I don't need too good quality. I want to make a few peace amulets, and I need them urgently."

After finally finishing fiddling with the quilt cover, Yan Fei's forehead was already covered in sweat. He sat on the small bed which was only 1.5 meters wide, breathing slightly.

"Okay, I'll get a few tomorrow and you can use them as you wish."

Song Tang nodded: "Some people will come here for an interview tomorrow. They are all believers of my... Mountain God Temple. You should stay away from them and don't flirt with them."

"I promise, I swear!" Yan Fei raised one hand high, a poisonous oath was already on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't dare to say it in the mountain temple.

Master Song is so amazing, you can’t speak carelessly!