[Old Nine Gates] N Different Buddhas and Ba Ye

There was chaos in Zhang's mansion, and Yin Qiushan of Beiping couldn't handle the overlord of Changsha in the end, and was "invited" out by the Zhang family's own soldiers and even Yin's servants. In front of the mourning hall inside the iron gate, Zhang Qishan couldn't afford to kneel , More than a dozen soldiers guarded the gate to prevent the servants of the Yin family from forcibly breaking in.

"Zhang Qishan, open the door!" He kept pushing and banging on the iron door, letting the cold iron point slip through his palm, "Give her back to me! My New Moon!" At this time, he was no longer the boss of the New Moon Hotel , not a big boss in Peking, but an old father who lost his daughter.

It was obviously a happy event, but it couldn't end, people died inexplicably, and now even the corpses can't return to their homeland, my poor Xinyue!Zhang Qishan, you are so cruel!

He looked at Na Nuo's mansion, the closed big iron gate, the soldiers inside the gate and the slaves outside the gate contending with each other, endless remorse, hatred and anger engulfed him, "I will make you pay with blood!" He gave up forcing the door open, and fixed his eyes on Zhang Qishan.

Xinyue, no matter what price Dad pays, he will make his life worse than death! Revenge for you!

Seeing the Yin family members leaving one after another, everyone in the Zhang residence felt relieved. Zhang Rishan was worried about the Yin family's gunfire, and now he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Buddha..."

Looking at the increasingly depressed Buddha, he really couldn't bear it, and now he might not be able to entertain the guests, so he simply sent them out of the house one by one.

"Second Master, thank you for today."

"It's okay."

This person was deserted after taking tea to cool down. After working for an hour, he finally sent the guests away. He couldn't help but squeezed his shoulders and complained, "Where did the eighth master go?" In the past, that person was the most reliable, but why is there no one.Still worried, he simply caught a guard guarding the gate and asked, "Have you seen Eighth Master?"

"Report, Eighth Master went back early.

"Go back early..."

The sudden twitching of his right eyelid made him flustered for no reason. Could something be wrong with this abnormality?He calmly concealed his worry, but his heart kept beating up and down.

"I see, you go on."

"Yes!"

He remembered that Ba Ye said something about the left eye twitch... the right eye, it must be something serious, right?wrong!How could my Zhang family be so superstitious, maybe it was infected after staying with Ba Ye for a long time...

That's all, it's better to settle down with the Buddha quickly, and then go to find the Eighth Master, so as not to feel uneasy.

"It's past noon."

"Buddha, you have something to eat..."

The butler is getting old, and he is used to the difficulty of holding hands between yin and yang. The Buddha has a deep affection for his wife. Now it is human nature not to eat or drink walking dead, but there must be a limit to tossing and tossing!

He and the servant girl were carrying four dishes and one soup, one on the left and one on the right, fearing that if Zhang Qishan continued to toss about like this, if something happened, and the Japanese took advantage of the opportunity to enter again, Changsha might not be safe!

Seeing Zhang Rishan coming back from seeing off the guests, he hurriedly stopped him and said in a low voice, "Adjutant, please persuade the Buddha, look at this!" He pointed to the cold rice, with a look of helplessness on his face.

Zhang Rishan took it for granted, took the food from the maid, and signaled them to go down first with his eyes.Only then did the butler feel relieved, and the whole group of servants went to perform their duties, only Zhang Rishan and Zhang Qishan were left in the mourning hall in the courtyard.

Looking at the neither sad nor happy man in front of him, he suddenly felt like he was carrying a heavy burden, and he didn't dare to breathe out.This cousin grew up with him. When he was young, he would have been sad for half a year if a wolf dog died by his side. Now that a living person has passed away, he is still his wife and my cousin. It would be strange if he didn't make himself half dead.

"Buddha···"

"lay down."

The two had nothing to say, so he could only put down the food plate. Zhang Rishan had said too much and heard too much, and Zhang Rishan didn't want to talk anymore. He knelt down in front of the mourning hall with the Buddha, and asked: "Cousin, tomorrow Burial?"

No one responded for a long time, Zhang Qishan looked straight ahead, it was Yin Xinyue's photo, and he seemed to be caught in the memories of the past.

"Cousin?" Zhang Rishan didn't want to say any more, his eyelids were twitching endlessly, and he couldn't let go of his concern for Ba Ye, so he had to leave quietly, and fell back before taking half a step out of the gate. Suddenly came up with a bad idea.

"Bring me this cup of tea."

"Yes."

"Wait!" He stopped the boy, thinking that it's better to be careful in order to be safe, "Call Xiaohuan who is serving the lady."

"Yes."

Xiaohuan, the servant girl in mourning and sackcloth, had her eyes swollen from crying. Zhang Rishan forced her a cup of tea, and said in a commanding tone, "The Buddha hasn't eaten for a few days, so you just say that this tea was specially bought by Madam a few days ago, understand. I mean?"

"clear."

"Yeah." He ordered the kitchen to bring a plate of vegetarian dishes, which the Buddha loved to eat in the past, sprinkled white powder quietly, and then handed it to the servant, saying: "You go."

Seeing those two people going to be lobbyists serving tea and serving dishes, no matter how many sips they ate or drank, anyway, if they ate too much, they would be full, and they would fall down after one sip, and it would take no effort to fall asleep. Him, what a great idea!

Putting his own heart in his stomach, he rushed all the way to Qi Mansion.