The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

Song Yuncong carefully glanced at the man, "My lord, did Song Bai offend you?"

Wen Xingzhi looked at Song Yuncong, looked at his hand on crutches, although he was only 51 years old, Song Yuncong was really old, his hands were wrinkled like orange peel, thin, skin covered with bones, probably too much Nervous, the hands holding the crutches were trembling.

Wen Xingzhi was raised by nature, spent tens of thousands of years alone, had no heirs or relatives, couldn't understand the ties of the world of mortals to the nearest and dearest. In his opinion, life and death have fate, and reincarnation is the way of heaven.

Seeing the old man's nervous Song Bai, the only person he could substitute into was the kid from Qingshi Lane.

If Xiao Lening encounters such a thing, life and death will only depend on someone else's thought...

After contemplating for a moment, Wen Xingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, just thinking about such a thing would cause a dull pain in his heart.

Came back to his senses, Wen Xingzhi closed his eyes, looked at Song Yuncong again, his expression softened a lot, "Since he has used it, let him use it in this life, and I won't do it unless I need to gather together offerings." Take it back."

The old man trembled all over and raised his head in disbelief, never expecting to get such a promise.

Such a promise, he did not dare to ask for it in his dreams.

The cloudy eyes slowly floated into the water, Song Yun came back to his senses, and tremblingly wanted to kneel down, "Thank you for your mercy, I will keep my promise, I will not go to rebirth after death, and I will worship you forever!"

"No need." Wen Xingzhi moved his knuckles lightly, and a gust of wind passed around Song Yun's knees, preventing him from bowing down.

He turned his palm over, and the soft light of the street lamp passed through the car window, and a few strands of it fell on his palm.

It was obviously a soft and light light, but it penetrated half of the white palm. Looking carefully, it turned out that it was not a body of flesh and blood at all, but a puppet with jade as bones and obstacles as flesh and blood.

"After your generation is over, the offering will stop."

"What?" Song Yun raised his head abruptly, even more unbelievable than hearing that his son was alive, as if the sky had collapsed in a trance, "My lord..."

Wen Xingzhi shook his palm, the maze floated, covering the jade bones, he opened the door and got off the car, and walked into the villa.

"grown ups!"

"grown ups!"

Song Yuncong was leaning on crutches, trembling and shouting anxiously while chasing after him, his steps were too fast, and he coughed after a few strokes.

Wen Xingzhi sighed and stopped walking. He didn't know how to deal with such a scene, so he flipped his fingers, and the rear door swung open.

Song Bai was eavesdropping on the car door with sharp ears. When the door opened unexpectedly, he didn't have time to react, and fell out of the car like a rolling sweet potato.

"Xiao Bai?" Song Yun was startled, "Why are you here?!"

Song Bai sat on the ground, glanced at his father, and didn't know how to explain it for a while.

How should I put it, say that he ran away from home, and ended up crossing half of China, and walked in front of his father?

Wen Xingzhi didn't let this silence spread, he tapped his toes, pulled back the two of them, looked at Song Bai fixedly, "Go to Qingshi Lane tomorrow, remember to be careful when you speak."

Instructing, the gentle and jade-like man frowned slightly, thinking of Song Bai's always unreliable temperament, it was not so unreliable, he lowered his eyes to look down at the person, and called Song Bai's name.

"Ah?" Song Bai raised his head reflexively, and instantly looked into the depths of Wen Xingzhi's eyes.

At that moment, Song Bai almost thought that he was looking into the depths of the boundless ocean, which was endless and dark.

He only had time to catch a ray of golden light, and then he was thrown out, and he subconsciously sat back.

Made a simple ban on Song Bai, thinking of the children in Qingshi Lane, Wen Xingzhi asked Song Yuncong another thing.

"Yes." Song Yuncong bowed his head, "I will definitely handle it properly, it's just my lord, the matter of enshrining, our family..."

Wen Xingzhi flicked his hands, blocking all the unfinished words.

When Song Bai came back to his senses, Wen Xingzhi had already entered the dark villa gate, and walked into the depths alone, as if he had been walking in the world like this for thousands of years.

Song Bai hugged his father's crutches and got up slowly, only then realized that his legs were a little weak, "Dad, who the hell is he..."

Song Yuncong patted the dust from the branches on his son's body, he paused when he heard the words, his expression recalled, "A man who has been kind to our family."

A long time ago, when Song Yuncong was a child, August was like this.

The summer at that time was much harder than it is now.

"Grandpa, I want to drink water." Xiao Song Yun was sitting on the kang, looking out from the small window.

The sky and the earth are bright white, the sun is so strong that the air on the surface is deformed by the sun, a few trees are withered and yellow, and their leaves have fallen off. Same dry yellow.

As for the grass and grass roots, they had been dug up long before the bark was picked up, and everything that could be eaten in the world, whether it was food or grass roots and bark, had been eaten up.

"Grandpa." Xiao Song Yuncong yelled several times, but the shriveled old man on the bed didn't respond.

The days are tough, no matter how young a child can grow up quickly, there is no response after shouting a few times, and the child already vaguely knows what happened.

He ran out of the gate to find his parents. As soon as he stepped out of the gate, he saw people at the gate.

Several wooden planks were put together, and the door tied to the door frame with straw rope could not block the prying eyes at all.

Xiao Song Yuncong looked at the person huddled at the door. It was the uncle next door. He used to be tall and strong like a cow, but now he was so thin that his eyes were sunken and his lips were chapped.

He didn't know why this uncle was squatting at the door of his house, but he only knew that the way his uncle looked at him made him very uncomfortable, like the hunger and desire he was waiting for the only meal every day, especially when the uncle saw him, The skinny throat still moved, as if he couldn't help swallowing his saliva while eating.

He didn't dare to go out to find his father anymore, so he moved back and shrank back a little bit towards the house.

The scary thing was that when he was shrinking back home, the uncle stood up and moved towards him little by little.

Even after recalling it many years later, Song Yuncong still felt that the most terrifying eyes he had ever seen were not greedy, but just longing. People were so hungry that they didn't have any reason, and they just wanted to eat everything they could see.

He understands it very well, because he also feels that way, he is so hungry that he scratches his heart and lungs, and can eat dirt and chaff made of cakes, not to mention the immature flesh and blood that walks.

"What happened later." Sitting in the car, Song Bai listened to his father say things he had never said before, and his heart was filled with dread. have memory.

"later……"

Song Yun slowly revealed a smile from his wrinkled face.

He didn't remember what happened after that day so clearly. He only remembered that the door of the house was strengthened, his father told him not to go out, and his uncle seldom appeared at the door, and later he didn't even appear.

Dad buried grandpa at home, because apart from at home, anything buried anywhere else, as long as it can be entered, cannot be hidden for a day.

During that time, Dad always had wounds on his body, and his face became paler day by day.

Just when Dad couldn't hold on anymore, the room in the backyard that he was never allowed to enter opened, and a person came out.

wrong.

It should be God.

On such a hot day, the man was wearing a wide-sleeved robe. When touching the top of his head, he could clearly feel the coolness emanating from the sleeves of the robe, which made people feel refreshed, as if all the troubles were nothing.