The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

Shen Yuan's scalp tingled when he heard it, and was about to ask, when the cell phone that was on a normal call suddenly clicked and then disconnected.

"What's going on!" She took down her phone and looked, only to find that there was no signal.

The signal that was originally full is now not even half a grid, what a mess!

Fearful and anxious, Shen Yuan knocked on his phone a few times, but there was no sign of recovery.

"It's useless." Le Ning gestured to Shen Yuan for his mobile phone which also had no signal.

Wen Xingzhi didn't take out his mobile phone, and it doesn't matter whether he took out his mobile phone or not at this time, because the situation is already very clear.

"It should be into a miasma."

Le Ning put the mobile phone that had turned into bricks back into his trouser pocket, and heaved a long sigh. He didn't believe that resentment could become a world by itself before, but this time he encountered the real thing.

"What resentment?" Shen Yuan didn't understand these things, she just knew that it would be scary to come out of the house, travel thousands of miles and then return to the original place.

Le Ning explained a few words succinctly, and then talked about the black air on the roof that he saw in the distance when he came here,

"I'm afraid that when we first entered the house, we had already entered into a miasma of resentment without realizing it."

"Let's go, go back and have a look first." Wen Xingzhi took a step forward, and Le Ning naturally followed along.

Seeing the two of them walking in the weird grievances, as if they were on a spring outing, Shen Yuan felt that the two were powerful, but at the same time, he was also a little scared.

She didn't want to go back, but looking around, it seemed more dangerous to be alone outside, so she had to follow with fear.

Without wandering around, it is still very fast to go back, and I arrived at the house in a short while.

The three of them entered the main room, and the old gentleman was holding the inserted vase.

Dining tables, bookshelves, tops of drawers, chrysanthemums and lotuses of various colors are placed everywhere in a way that does not affect the view, but is indeed slightly dense.

Le Ning sniffed the fragrance of flowers in the air, chatting and laughing with Mr. Zhao as if nothing happened,

"Master, there are so many flowers."

Old Mr. Zhao nodded cheerfully, "I don't want to, who told her to like it, old children, old children, you can only coax when you are old."

Wen Xingzhi stood in front of the two-person bookshelf. The bookshelf was reddish-yellow similar to huanghuali, but if you looked closely, you would find that the overall bookshelf was not huanghuali, but a blood beech similar to huanghuali.

"Blood beech" in beech has a reddish yellow color similar to that of huanghuali. In the era when luxurious wood was popular, this kind of durable and elegant wood was mostly used in practical homes.

Wen Xingzhi slid his hand across the books on one side, there were new and old books, the new ones seemed to be bought just now, and the old ones were old and yellowed, but whether it was new or old, it was obvious that they had been read many times.

"Old sir, may I have a look at these books?"

Grandpa Zhao was holding a bunch of rough pottery vases and placed them around. Hearing this, he raised his head and glanced, "Look at it casually. There are not many young people who can bear to read books now."

"Thank you."

After buying a mobile phone, she surfs the Internet every day. Le Ning, who has not read a book for a long time, feels inexplicably shot in the knee by an arrow.

He stood beside him silently, watching Mr. Wen take out a book. As for the book, he didn't see clearly, anyway, Mr. Wen just opened the cover of the book, and the pages clattered from beginning to end.

In less than ten seconds, one book was finished. Mr. Wen put the book back and went to get another one.

Le Xiaoning was dumbfounded, Le Xiaoning couldn't believe it.

Is this the speed a human would have?

"Mr. Wen, have you finished reading?"

Mr. Wen didn't boast, "It's just random."

That's all, Le Ning looked at the plain-looking person, and was almost drooling with envy.

If he had such a camera memory, he wouldn't be able to memorize those ancient books that were so difficult to remember when he was a child.

Seeing that Wen Xingzhi flipped through the book for a while, after Old Mr. Zhao had finished placing all the vases, he went back slowly, and Le Ning went to look at the flowers, flipping through them slowly.

Shen Yuan watched silently from behind, and waited until her father disappeared through the small gate before coming over.

The most important thing in communication is to observe the words and expressions. Seeing Le Ning's movements, she felt like she was looking for something. She was a little scared and puzzled, "Master, what are you looking for?"

"The resentment node."

With the foundation of science popularization outside, Shen Yuan could barely understand some metaphysical theories, and was a little puzzled when he heard the words, "Master, didn't you say that you can see the nodes of resentment with the naked eye?"

"General ones are fine, but this kind of ones are not." Le Ning picked up a vase of flowers and looked at them.

"Most resentment is full of resentment, and they will deliberately hurt others. The dark line of resentment is very clear and can be seen clearly at a glance, but look here, do the two old people have any intentional injury? The resentment line has almost no sense of existence and is hard to see."

Shen Yuan was silent, thinking that her father's hoe last night was deliberately hurting people, but I have to say that a flower hoe compared to the evil cannibalism on the Rose Coast is indeed a small scene.

The two of them flipped through the books one by one, and the other flipped through the flowers. Shen Yuan next to him was doing nothing, neither standing nor sitting. After standing for a long time, he simply asked again.

She doesn't know anything else, it's okay to talk to relieve boredom,

"Master, if we can't find the node, what will happen to us?"

She was purely puzzled, after all, there was food and shelter, and the air in the countryside was good, so it seemed okay to stay for a few more days, right?

"First of all, we can't get out. Secondly, the essence of resentment is transformed by resentment after all. It will definitely erode the mind and mind, and it will also harm the body of the person who builds the resentment."

Le Ning carefully observed the petals of the vase while talking, and even opened each petal to see, but he didn't find anything special.

Just about to look for the other side, Shen Yuan suddenly stood up, "Mom, why are you here?"

Le Ning was startled, the most taboo thing in the resentment is to wake up the people in the resentment without finding the resentment node, just like Song Rong that time, the banyan tree turned into a fighting madman in seconds.

Looking up, the petite old lady was standing by the small door, watching them silently, and she didn't know how long she had been standing there.

Although Shen Yuan didn't understand what was going on with resentment, there were generally only five living people in the family, and the three of them were trapped, so the culprit must be one of the two old people, or both.

The person behind the scene is standing there silently staring at you, who can resist this.

Anyway, Shen Yuan couldn't bear it, even his voice trembled a little, "Mom, you...we..."

Seeing that Shen Yuan was almost exhausted after holding it in for a long time, Le Ning took a step beside her, Shen Yuan finally developed a little courage,

"Mom, what do we have for lunch?"

Although it was a casual sentence, it was smooth at any rate.

Then the next sentence, she was directly nailed in place by the old lady's words.

"Full lotus root feast."

How can there be two meals in a row with the same food at home, Shen Yuan said that he wanted to eat it all the time, but it was just verbal, and at this time he was talking about the whole lotus root banquet, how strange it sounds.

But people who are in the midst of resentment obviously have no way to reason, so they really ate a whole lotus root feast at noon.

Le Ning thinks it's good to have such delicious home-cooked food for a second meal.

Wen Xingzhi is also poised, he doesn't move his chopsticks much, but every time Le Ning's bowl is almost full, he will make up for it, the heavy one is followed by the crispy one, and the bland one is followed by the strong flavored one, Le Ning doesn't have to think too much , just eat it.

The two elderly people over there are similar, both are indulging in delicious food, and there is a strange harmony between the two sides of the table.

After a meal, it was Mr. Zhao who went to clean up the tableware as usual.

Le Ning searched for flowers but found no progress, so he followed Mr. Wen to look through the book.

The previous bookshelf has been read, and now there are quite a lot of books on this bookshelf, but they are not very neat. They seem to be manuscripts, and there are many messy notes.

Le Ning then flipped through a few volumes, and felt that the book in his hand should be written by an old lady. It was written in very delicate lower case letters, and some words and sentences were excerpted, most of which were about describing beautiful love.

Shen Yuan was at the side, looking at a pile of messy manuscripts, "Master, do we still need to read this?"

Le Ning looked up, "Why don't you look at it?"

The simple doubts without emotion actually confused Shen Yuan.

"these things……"

Manuscripts are manuscripts after all, and they are written and placed randomly, piled together like mustard leaves, who usually has the patience to read this.

He vaguely understood Shen Yuan's meaning, but Le Ning felt okay. After reading one stack, he flipped through another stack. They were all excerpted romantic words and sentences. The paper changed from yellow to brand new. Excerpt, no wonder it can fill the entire bookshelf.

Such decades of friendship, romance in everyday life, is simply the most beautiful appearance of love.

This is the case on his side, and what Mr. Wen got is similar, some words and sentences, but compared to the old lady's excerpts, Mr. Zhao seems to have created it himself. Although the words and sentences are ordinary, the feelings in them are very sincere.

After reading for a long time, I didn't get any useful information, but ate a ton of dog food instead.

Le Ning has been reading intently, and Le Ning felt a little headache, rubbed his brows, turned his head to meet Shang Wen Xingzhi's calm and soft gaze,

"Go and rest, I will do the rest."

"That's where I am, I can do it." Le Ning blinked his dry eyes.

In fact, there is no need to read all of them at once. They only need to touch or get close to them, and they will feel it.

"Mr. Wen, do you smell anything?"

Burned incense sticks and rich floral fragrance filled the air, and the smell of decayed wood was no longer obvious. Instead, there was a faint smell of decay coming from nowhere, hidden in layers of cover.

Wen Xingzhi put down the book slowly, "Yes, the smell of a rotting corpse."

The two walked slowly in the direction of the smell, and found that the smell came from the kitchen.

There are corridors on both sides of the main room here, one side is the bedroom facing the backyard garden, and the other side is the kitchen.

They have visited the kitchen before. It is just an ordinary country wood-fired stove and some vegetables and lotus roots, but the smell does come from there.

Looking from the entrance of the corridor, the kitchen is still clean and tidy, without any problems. Instead, it is a small room with a closed door, with a strong incense stick and a faint smell of decay coming out of the door.

Le Ning walked over a few steps, and was about to push open the door, when a terrified scream came from the backyard, Shen Yuan ran into the small door,

"Master, help!!" Shen Yuan fled in at a gallop, followed by the old man Zhao, his eyes were red even though it was still daytime.

Looking carefully, his eyes were fixed on the bound book that Shen Yuan was holding firmly in his hand.

Shen Yuan has watched many TV dramas, and he deeply understands the principle of not talking nonsense at critical moments. Seeing that he was about to be caught up, he hurriedly threw his backhand

"Master, catch it!" It doesn't matter whether she runs or not, the things must be delivered!