ps: Thank you all book friends for your support. I am very busy during the Chinese New Year and can only do two updates at most. The update time is tentatively scheduled at 12 noon and **pm. If there are any more updates, Guigu will try his best.
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There had been no ventilation for a long time, and there was a faint musty smell in the house. The old lady was used to living there, so she might not have noticed anything, but Chen Dasheng felt a little stuffy.
"What's the matter? Tell me quickly!" The old lady sat directly on the edge of the bed and asked Chen Dasheng.
Chen Dasheng looked around, then he took the stool beside the table and sat down. He raised his head and said to the old lady, "Grandma, do you still remember the two books you gave me last time?"
"I don't remember!" the old lady said directly.
Chen Dasheng was a little stunned, then he laughed dryly and said, "Grandma, how could you not remember? This only happened ten or twenty days ago!"
The old lady said calmly, "Don't you know? I have Alzheimer's disease. Let alone what happened in the past ten or twenty days, I can't even remember what happened in the past two days."
"Grandma, stop teasing me. I know you must be hiding something from me!" Chen Dasheng smiled bitterly and said directly, "There are a few pages stuck in the book. Grandma should have left them in there, right?"
When the old lady heard this, her expression did not change. Instead, she pretended to be confused and said to Chen Dasheng, "That book is originally made of paper. Do you still want to find gold in that book?"
"Grandma, stop pretending. I know you must have put those pages in it. I just want to ask, what is the origin of those pages and why did you put them in the book?"
How could the wife cover it up? How could Chen Dasheng believe her? It was all a matter of lice on the monk's head. It was obvious.
"Why are you pretending? I don't have the time to pretend to you. If I say I don't know, I just don't know. I'm a lot older. Can I still lie to you? If this is what you want to ask, then you can go.
Don't disturb my rest here." The old lady coughed and said to Chen Dasheng in a very impatient tone.
"I burned those pages!" Chen Dasheng said directly.
"What?" When the old lady heard this, her voice suddenly increased by several decibels, and she stood up from the bed.
Chen Dasheng was shocked. He knew that the old lady would react, but he did not expect that the old lady's reaction would be so big.
"During the Chinese New Year, I was warming myself by the fire at home. I couldn't understand those few pages of paper. I accidentally fell into the fire and burned them!" Chen Dasheng said to the old lady in a very serious tone,
But there was a huge smile on his face.
"Are you telling the truth?" The old lady's face had darkened, and she held the crutch in her hand tightly with both hands, as if she was suppressing the anger in her chest.
Chen Dasheng nodded and said, "I originally thought that grandma put those pages inside. Now that grandma says it's not the case, that's fine. I was worried for a while."
"Bastard!" Before Chen Dasheng could finish his words, the old lady got mad and immediately listened to the argument and waved the crutch in her hand towards Chen Dasheng.
"Grandma, what are you doing?" Chen Dasheng grabbed the crutch in the old lady's hand, "Didn't you say those pages have nothing to do with you? Why are you so angry?"
"Get angry? I'm going to beat you to death. Do you know what that is? You actually burned it!" The old lady looked furious. She looked like she really wanted to give Chen Dasheng a good beating.
Chen Dasheng has great strength, but the old lady's strength can only be described as insignificant in Chen Dasheng's hands, "Grandma, calm down. I'm kidding you, I didn't burn those pieces of paper."
"No fever?" The old lady held her crutch high, with a look of astonishment on her withered face.
Chen Dasheng nodded hurriedly, "I really don't have a fever. I just said that because you didn't admit it, so I just wanted to provoke you."
"Really?" The old lady couldn't believe it.
Chen Dasheng grinned, "Grandma, now you should admit that you put the paper in it, right?"
"Did you really not burn those pages?" The old lady ignored Chen Dasheng and continued to ask.
"Don't worry, it's not burned. I knew it was you who always hid it inside. How could you accidentally burn it?" Chen Dasheng replied helplessly.
The old lady finally put down the crutch in her hand, took a few breaths, and slowly sat back on the bed. After a long silence, she slowly said, "Yes, I did put that thing in there. If you don't want it,
, you can give it back to me now.”
"Uh!" Chen Dasheng hesitated, then smiled, "It is said that elders dare not refuse gifts. How could I not want the things grandma gave me? I just want to know where grandma got the things recorded on the paper.
Come."
"Where did it come from? Is it important?" the old lady said calmly.
Chen Dasheng smiled when he heard this, "If grandma doesn't want to say more, I won't ask more. I'm just curious. Is it true that as grandma said last time, your ancestor of the Shen family is really the legendary Great Immortal Shen Gongbao?"
Hearing this, the old lady coughed again. Chen Dasheng was not in a hurry and quickly picked up the kettle on the table and poured a glass of water for the old lady.
"well!"
After taking a sip of water, the old lady's cough subsided a little. She breathed for a while and then slowly calmed down. She sighed and said with a wry smile, "Shen Gongbao? That's what you said, but who knows? Say it, you
You may find it ridiculous, but I remember Xiaomao'er's grandfather once told me that my ancestor of the Shen family was an amazing Taoist, do you know what a Taoist is?"
Two hollow eyes looked towards Chen Dasheng. Chen Dasheng nodded slightly, "Of course I know!"
Taoist priests, monks, martial artists, Taoists, Buddhists, and martial arts practitioners are all different, but no matter what they practice, they all reach the same goal through different paths, and they all serve the same purpose. Through their own understanding and the assistance of external forces, they promote the evolution of life and transform themselves.
He becomes even more powerful, possessing powerful power and a long lifespan that ordinary mortals cannot imagine.
The old lady continued, "It is said that the ancestor was an immortal who was the best among the Taoists. With that ancestor there, the Shen family was once glorious for a while. But then, for some unknown reason, the Shen family slowly declined.
I don’t know whether the legend is true or not. The few pages of paper you have in your hand are said to have been passed down by that ancestor. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, our ancestors migrated from the mountains to settle in the provincial capital. It was a time of troubled times and many people died. The ancestors
Relying on the secret technique on paper, he became famous throughout Shu, and the Shen family slowly began to prosper. Unfortunately, within a few years, war broke out. In 1941, a Japanese air raid destroyed all of this.
Disintegrated into nothing…”
The old lady spoke slowly, probably talking about the cyclical process of how the Shen family went from prosperity to decline, then from decline to prosperity, and then to decline again. Chen Dasheng listened quietly and did not interrupt her.
"In that air raid, many people in the Shen family died. The only ones who survived were Xiaomao'er's grandfather Shen Yingtian and Yingtian's grandfather Shen Gong. There were also some female relatives. The others were all dead. Yingtian was still alive at that time.
When I was young, the Shen family was in ruins. In order to make a living, my grandfather had no choice but to start digging graves while helping people find dragons and caves!" When the old lady said this, she paused, took a sip of water, and seemed to be immersed in the thought.
In my memory, I won’t say much more.
Unexpectedly, the ancestors of the Shen family still had such a story. Chen Dasheng felt somewhat emotional. When the old lady stopped talking, he asked, "Grandma, is the stick you gave me also passed down from the ancestors of the Shen family?"
"You mean that stick!" The old lady had a daydreaming expression, as if she was looking for that distant memory. After a while, she came back to her senses, patted her head and said, "I remember it was seventy years ago, maybe.
It's been so long that I can't remember clearly. Although the Shen family has settled in Chengdu for a hundred years, their ancestral home was not in Chengdu. That summer, there was a heavy rain for seven days and seven nights. The ancestral home had not been repaired for a long time and was washed away by the water.
When Xiaomao'er's grandfather got the news, he took his sons for a trip. When he came back, he pulled back such a big iron stick. The stick was so heavy that it looked like it was not a mortal thing. The tires of the car were burst.
Several times.”
"So, that stick is really an heirloom of the Shen family?" Chen Dasheng said.
The old lady shook her head, "I don't know about this either. I remember Ying Tian said that it was originally a pillar of the high tower of the old house's ancestral hall. It was originally ten feet high. I don't know what happened, but it became smaller and smaller.
Later it became what you saw, but..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users
