Grave Relocation (3)

The point of my father's words was not to move the grave, but that he felt a little guilty for using my money to move the grave. Perhaps he felt that his son had to bear family responsibilities at the age of 18, which was a father's dereliction of duty.

I was stunned for a while, patted my father on the shoulder and said: "My money is the money of this family, and you are the general of our family. The general has the final say on everything. There is no need to discuss with me, a little soldier."

Yes, hehe!"

After listening to my words, my father laughed and scolded, "You kid, when did you become so naughty?"

"Hehe," I laughed, "Father, you should abandon that old-fashioned thinking. In today's society, the money in the family does not need to be divided between the son's income and the father's income."

We chatted for a while, mostly words of comfort to my father. It wasn’t until two o’clock in the night that my father shook off the guilt in his heart. We were a little sleepy, so we didn’t say anything about moving the grave, so we just squeezed into Fatty Guo’s bed.

I slept in that room all night.

I slept very soundly that night, dreaming about many things here and there. Near dawn, I dreamed of an old man wearing an official uniform from the Qing Dynasty. He cupped his hands towards me and said, "Thank you for doing this for me."

The graves are piled high!”

I didn't know what this meant at first, but then I thought about it. Nine times out of ten, Wang Jie's family worshiped the wrong grave. The tomb next to it that was almost flattened was the grave of his ancestor. I gave Wang Jie's father

I made a phone call and told him about the dream.

After hearing this, he didn't have any more words to say. He just said that during the Qingming Festival next year, he would erect a monument for his ancestors to prevent future generations from worshiping the wrong grave again. When the time comes, I must go to erect the monument. To me, he

Very reassured.

I hung up the phone, put on my clothes, and walked outside the room. My father and Joyce were sitting at the dining table and talking something.

"I want to ask the old scholar to see a new grave first, and then ask Lao Wang and others to help carry the coffin. What do you think of these two people?" My father looked at me and asked me in a consultative tone.

I smiled, pretended to look at my father with admiration, and said, "Thank you so much!" To be honest, I didn't think Qingxuanzi was very powerful, I just thought he was a little different from other Taoist priests and not so philistine.

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What he said was to tell me that he already knew that I had an unpleasant quarrel with Master Shuiyun and his group of Taoist priests. Presumably Qingxuanzi and Master Shuiyun were not the same group, otherwise my father would not invite him, so I asked my father,

"Who is Taoist Priest Qingxuanzi?"

For my father, being able to invite Qing Xuanzi is something worth showing off. At least it can show some of my father's differences in front of me. How could I not understand what my father meant? This is a common problem for fathers. They all hope that they will be in front of me.

He appears very profound in front of his children.

I just gave it up. I didn’t want to mention it anymore. Maybe Joyce would cause trouble. She sat down next to her father and asked, "Who are you going to find to move the tomb? I am the Eight Immortals."

"You can't mess with your own grave. You can only find someone else. Do you have anyone in mind?"

I quickly stopped Joyce, pulled her, smiled at her father, and said, "My friend, there is something wrong here. She is too self-righteous." As I said that, I pointed to her head.

As soon as she finished her words, I saw my father sinking and said, "Little girl, don't talk nonsense. Qingxuanzi is very capable, but the body is rotting. He only needs to draw a charm and stick it on the coffin. The smell

It will be gone immediately.”

"When Taoist Master Qing Xuanzi arrives, I will introduce you to him. You will have much less resistance in carrying the coffin in the future." The father smiled brightly.

I said: "Old scholar has good Feng Shui knowledge, and Lao Wang has good strength. They are both very good people. However, we need a Taoist priest to move the tomb. Who are you going to find?"

The father lit a cigarette and said slowly: "Taoist Priest Qingxuanzi, I had some friendship with him in the early years. If I find him to preside over the relocation of the tomb, he shouldn't refuse!"

"That's just the introduction of Taoist priests, the art of painting, and you can't enter the hall. If you are a real Taoist priest..." My father's face became darker and darker. No wonder, it can be heard from his father's tone that he admires Qingxuanzi very much. Now

When Joyce said this, she naturally felt unhappy.

"Miss Qiao told me about you, but I didn't expect that I really misunderstood you last night." My father smiled apologetically at me.

"Have you, father and son, been deceived? My grandma said that today's Taoist priests are all fake Taoist priests, and real Taoist priests live in seclusion in the mountains and forests without coming out." Joyce interjected at the side.

Joyce seemed to notice something wrong with her father's expression. She stuck out her tongue and sat aside without saying anything. However, her hand pinched my waist, as if to vent that I said there was something wrong with her brain.

"Is he Taoist Priest Qingxuanzi?" I exclaimed in surprise, and a figure emerged in my mind, with a Chinese character face and a three-inch long beard under the corner of his mouth. He was the middle-aged Taoist priest who attended Li Hazi's funeral. At that time, he asked

I went to look for him when I had time, but I didn't expect that my father and he had a friendship.

"Father? You are so powerful, you can even invite Qingxuanzi!" In fact, I have been the Eight Immortals for so long, and I have never heard anyone mention Qingxuanzi at all. However, I couldn't offend my father, so I had to pretend to be surprised.

"What are we talking about?" I walked over and asked my father.

"That's him. When we were young, we had a good relationship. Later, he learned Taoism halfway and became famous in our Dongxing Town these years. We have less contact and most people can't invite him!" The father smiled mysteriously.

He laughed and said: "I should be able to invite him!"

"You should have met before. Last time I met him in the town, he said that I gave birth to a good son and cured all the evil spirits in Li Zhuang!" My father looked at me with a smile, "Do you remember?

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I endured the pain, glared at her, looked at my father, and said, "Then it's decided. For Feng Shui, I'll find an old scholar. For the job of carrying the coffin, I'll ask Lao Wang to find someone. For the ceremony, I'll ask Qing Xuanzi. I happened to take advantage of this opportunity."

If you steal some skills from Qing Xuanzi, you might be able to use them in the future."

The last words really flattered my father, who laughed happily and said, "Okay, okay, okay." After all, what father doesn't want to help his children? Poor parents in the world!

Afterwards, we had some breakfast. I took the birth date given by my father and walked towards the old scholar's house. I couldn't participate in the relocation of my family's grave. I had to participate as a filial son and filial grandson, otherwise I would make my ancestors unhappy.

, I can’t participate in even the simplest task of choosing a date.

Arriving at the old scholar's house, he was sitting at the door carrying a stool with his legs crossed. There were some coffee tables next to him. He was humming a tune and staring to the left with his sneaky eyes.

I followed his eyes and looked to the left, and saw Widow Liu squatting at the door of her house brushing her teeth. Because she had just gotten up in the morning, a few buttons of her clothes were unbuttoned, and a large amount of white flesh was exposed on her chest.

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Chapter completed!