"If he dares to walk out of this door today, he will never come back again!"
"I, the old lady, will fight with my last breath to remove him forever in front of my ancestors!"
"Old Qin's family doesn't have such a talent!"
"Rebellious son and rebellious grandson!"
"You are a traitor to your son and grandson!"
"If you can't bear even this little pain and grievance, why should you talk about taking on such a big responsibility?"
"Take on a big responsibility!"
The old lady lost control of her emotions. She sat on the chair, patted the armrests of the chair crazily, and shouted excitedly.
Qin Tian had an impulse and wanted to step out of the ancestral temple gate and never see each other again.
Suddenly, a person appeared in front of him.
An old man in tattered clothes and messy hair walked over from the sun.
He had a stern face and a pair of eyes that were also gloomy.
"Master?"
Qin Tian thought his eyes were blurred, so he rubbed his eyes to make sure he saw correctly.
The person who came turned out to be the old shopkeeper of the Palace of Hell, Zhu Hong, his mentor who once saved his life and taught him the God King Sutra.
Isn't the old man in a prison in the north? Why did he suddenly appear here?
Could it be that he was afraid that he would be wronged, so he came to support him personally?
Thinking of this, Qin Tian said excitedly: "Master, are you here to help me?"
"Thank you for your love, my disciple is fine."
His mother had died a long time ago and his father did not love him. Qin Tian felt the true warmth of family affection from childhood, which he later felt from the old shopkeeper.
When he saw the old shopkeeper coming, he suddenly looked like a wet-eyed child and couldn't help but turn his eyes red.
I almost shed tears.
"Useless stuff!"
The old shopkeeper snorted and gave Qin Tian a cold look, seeming to be very angry at his performance.
Then, he walked past Qin Tian, walked into the ancestral temple, and strode in front of the old lady.
What's going on?
Qin Tian turned around in shock and saw the old shopkeeper standing in front of the old lady with a complicated expression. Could it be that the old shopkeeper recognized the old lady?
How is this possible!
Next, the old shopkeeper finally spoke. His words were like a muffled thunder, making Qin Tian's vision darken and he almost fainted.
"Sister-in-law, it seems that you are really dying."
"Hey, brother, let me see you off on your last journey."
"Sister-in-law, without the help of you and brother, Zhu Hong would not be where he is now."
"I'm here, kowtow to you."
The old shopkeeper of the Palace of Hell, who had always had his eyes above his head and a proud heart, actually knelt down and kowtowed to the old lady respectfully.
The old lady became calm and said with a smile: "Third brother, you are here after all."
"That's fine."
"It's my wish to see you again before I leave."
Third brother?
Qin Tian was even more confused.
"I know your wish." The old shopkeeper said to the old lady, looked up at Qin Tian, gritted his teeth and glared, and said sternly: "You traitor, don't come here yet!"
This sound was like a wake-up call. Qin Tian not only respected this master, but also was somewhat afraid of him.
When I first learned art, I was beaten a lot.
Here, he may not listen to his father, Qin Qi, or he may not listen to the old lady. However, he dare not not listen to his master's words.
He came over in a panic and said, "Master, what on earth is going on?"