Obsession [Quick Transmigration]

Cheng Minghui's words sounded full of loopholes. Although he tried his best to calm down, Jiang and Mu could still feel his nervousness and uncertainty, but now that they had come to the island, there was no need to continue to entangle in those details. Respond to all changes with the same, wait and see how the situation develops.

inside the house.

It was getting late at night, after a simple dinner, Jiang Mu casually took a book from the neat bookcase to read, Xuan Ying sat on the chair and slowly moved the beads with his hands, his eyes were slightly closed as if he was meditating.

After a while, Jiang Mu glanced at him and asked casually: "It's late at night, master, won't you go to rest?"

Xuan Ying slowly opened her eyes, and gently placed the beads on the table, her eyes were gentle and her tone was soft, "Did the benefactor not rest yet?"

Jiang Mu also put down the book, it was a legendary story book, very thin, and the content was supernatural, which added a strange color to the situation at this time.

"Why, Master Xuanying wants to keep watch for me?"

Xuan Ying smiled lightly: "Well... that's fine, that poor monk just meditates."

Squeezing into a room and trying to occupy someone else's bed, Jiang Mu didn't feel ashamed about it, he calmly sat on the bed over Xuanying, looked at the person sitting over there, and said: "Since the master wants to meditate, Can you sit a little closer?"

"The poor monk thinks that the benefactor should not be afraid."

"No, I'm afraid," Jiang Mu vetoed, but there was no worry in his tone, "I'm afraid I might accidentally lose you. The island is complicated, so it's better to be careful."

Xuanying tilted his head slightly and looked at him, with a slightly puzzled expression on his face. His bald head looked a little cute at the moment, and he said sincerely: "Although the poor monk is not talented, he still has a bit of force. There is a high probability that he can't lose it. Please also invite Jiang Lord, don't worry."

Jiang Mudao: "I don't want you to think."

Xuan Ying was among those ashen-like faces before departure, which proved that he was also one of the dead during this trip to the island that almost went to the underworld, so it can be said that he was not careless.

What's more, the letter lost its posting value after Cheng Huarong's death, but someone sent it and attracted him. Jiang Mu felt that Cheng's mansion was full of mysteries.

Just when Xuan Ying got up and was about to sit next to Jiang Mu.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

There was a gentle knock on the door.

Jiang Mu spoke first: "Who?"

But no one answered the question, Xuan Ying immediately pushed the door out, there was no one outside, it was empty, only the candles in the lanterns in the courtyard were flickering in the night, and the night wind was blowing, suddenly it looked ghostly.

Who was knocking on the door just now?

Jiang Mu walked over to take a look, and Xuan Ying next to him was also a little confused. With his strength, it is impossible for anyone to appear and disappear quietly. Who is pretending to be a ghost?

The two went outside and turned around, but found nothing.

Day two.

The Cheng Mansion prepared a luncheon outside, the weather was sunny and the scene looked grand.

Jiang Mu looked around, and the people present were those who came to express condolences yesterday. He originally wanted to take Xuanying to find an inconspicuous corner to sit down, but unexpectedly Cheng Minghui saw him, and opened his mouth to lead him and Xuanying to a very conspicuous place. of a table.

"Come on, Mr. Jiang, Master Xuanying, sit down here." Cheng Minghui said with a smile, and then turned his head to introduce to the others, "Master Xuanying from the Buddhist sect must be known to everyone, and this one is from Linzhou. Miracle doctor——Jiang Mu, Mr. Jiang, my master wanted to invite Mr. Jiang to come when he was still alive, but it’s just a pity that luck made people fool him.”

The people at this table seemed to be of relatively high status, and they would not be very friendly when they greeted each other. They just nodded slightly, and there was no communication with each other, but Jiang Mu didn't care about this, and Xuan Ying sat on the other side of him.

It was not a comfortable meal, after all, this time I came to attend a funeral, not to be a guest on the island.

Few people present spoke, and the sea breeze blew by. Fortunately, the luncheon passed quickly. At the end, someone muttered strangely: "It seems that there are many fewer people than yesterday."

"Maybe it's because the climate is not acclimatized, and we don't know each other well, so you don't care what others do."

That man was a wealthy businessman, and he looked thinner in dark blue clothes. Jiang Mu glanced at him sideways, and the other party was talking to his fellow travelers.

"It's true that there are fewer people." Xuan Ying said softly from the side.

Jiang Mu continued: "There were 120 seven people who boarded the boat yesterday, 37 people are missing."

"What's wrong with you two?"

A voice suddenly sounded behind them, Jiang Mu turned around and found it was Cheng Minghui.

Xuan Ying answered: "It seems that the poor monk watched the luncheon without many guests."

Cheng Minghui nodded, and said with a bit of embarrassment: "There are some guests, and I probably didn't arrange it well."

He didn't say much, and the two of them didn't ask too many questions. They bid farewell to Cheng Minghui and were about to go back to the courtyard where he lived. Unexpectedly, the other party continued: "If you two are bored, you can take a walk around the island. The courtyards of the guests are all very close. , and we can have a conversation if we meet.”

Jiang Mudao: "We appreciate Steward Cheng's kindness, but condolences are a serious matter, and it's better to make friends, not to mention that we haven't seen Master Cheng's mourning hall yet."

Cheng Minghui scratched the back of his head, looked left and right secretly, and said quietly: "This...to tell the truth, not only have you never entered the mourning hall of the master, but neither have I."

Ok?

Jiang Mu and Xuan Ying looked at each other, and Cheng Minghui continued: "It's strange to say that the master passed away a long time ago, and the mourning hall was built on the same day, but no one in the mansion has seen the coffin except Taoist Fang."

"Fang Taoist?"

Cheng Minghui explained: "It's an expert invited by the master before. I don't know his name, but I only know the surname Fang. It seems that I have known the old man before. I heard that he is very capable..."

In his narration, Ms. Cheng contracted an illness during that time, and then her condition deteriorated and she was unable to recover. She passed away very quickly. Mr. Cheng was distraught, but he still used his last energy to prepare the funeral for his beloved daughter. Let him rest in peace, and invited Taoist Fang to take care of everything.

It's just that Mr. Cheng didn't make it through himself. Before he died, except for the things entrusted to Cheng Minghui, Daoist Fang made all the decisions about the funeral.

The establishment of the mourning hall is different from ordinary funerals. According to Taoist Fang, it will make Miss Cheng and Master Cheng's journey to the underworld more stable, and they will be rich and wealthy in the next life without suffering.

Cheng Minghui was favored by the Cheng family since he was a child, and Cheng Huarong was kind to him and gave him his surname. He naturally hoped that this last journey would be done properly, and everything would be built according to Fang Daochang's requirements, and the principle of sealing must be followed, not at the end. On the day of the funeral, no one can come to worship, otherwise the rules will be broken, and everything will be useless.

"Master has been quite lonely for the past few years. He is busy with business outside. When he returns to the mansion, the young lady always stays in the boudoir. She rarely talks to the master. Now there are so many people in the mansion. Although the time is not right, Mr. Jiang Don't be too jealous, I think the master is also happy to see young talents together." The three walked to the gate of the courtyard and Cheng Minghui said to them.

Jiang Mu was a little absent-minded, Xuan Ying nodded to Cheng Minghui, indicating that he already knew, and the latter smiled slightly: "Two rest first."

After he left, Xuan Ying asked, "How does Benefactor Jiang feel?"

"The tip of the iceberg." Jiang Mu sat on the chair. He pondered for a moment, sorted out the doubts in his heart, and then said slowly, "Cheng Minghui's words are too general and incomplete, and the key information did not reveal anything."

Xuan Ying gave a soft "hmm", and it was true.

What is the cause of Miss Cheng's death?have no idea.

Who is the mysterious Taoist Fang?Where are you from?How did you meet Master Cheng?have no idea.

What is that mysterious mourning hall?have no idea.

Why do you have to donate treasures and money for condolences?Also invited so many people to the remote island?It's like gathering people together on purpose, so it seems that the treasure is a bit of bait.

All signs seem to be...

Xuan Ying asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Mu looked at him: "That Daoist Fang probably has a big problem. Look at these things, mysterious arts, funerals, darkened mourning halls, treasures and a lot of money, closed islands, people from all corners of the world... you Say, he wouldn't want to use some sorcery to make sacrifices, would he?"

Xuan Ying's expression was a little surprised after hearing this. I don't know if it was because he was shocked by the speculation he said, or because he was surprised by Jiang Mu's brain, but Jiang Mu was as usual, and he thought he would probably rush to answer.