"Why can't you go in the backyard?"

"Afraid we're stealing? Ha ha! ”

Chen Zimo was a little embarrassed, he explained with a smile: "In the main hall of the backyard hall, my godfather's spiritual seat is enshrined. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The two looked at each other when they heard this, and the other onlookers who heard the sound also whispered, but it could be seen that their expressions were a little awkward and a little jealous.

Although the haunted incident a few months ago has been determined to be man-made, when Hu Si was alive, he was originally a god, chattering all day long, to put it mildly, that is, an old family of evil people. As the successor of Hu Si, the little god Chen Zimo actually placed Hu Si's spiritual seat in the main hall of the backyard hall......

What a wicked!

Bad luck!

Everyone quickly moved away from the round door leading to the backyard, for fear of getting something unclean.

At eleven o'clock sharp.

Outside Chen's bedroom, under the control of a group of "enthusiastic" villagers, two sumptuous banquets were set up, and nearly 20 people sat down around the two large round tables, chatting and making fists......

The house is getting more and more lively.

Chen Zimo really couldn't understand why so many people came to help so enthusiastically when his father came back.

The adults beckoned him several times to come into the house to sit down, but he politely declined, and after standing by the fire in the courtyard for a while, he went to the porter to get incense and candles, and went alone to the hall in the backyard.

It's the New Year, burn a few pillars of incense for your godfather.

In fact, Chen Zimo had long thought of burning incense and candles in front of his godfather's spiritual seat, but he had been taught by his godfather, saying that this kind of behavior was just to express his thoughts about his ancestors and express his respect for his deceased ancestors, and had no practical use. Chen Zimo, who had to be stingy and frugal because of financial constraints, did not burn incense and candles - keeping those incense and candles could still be sold for some money.

But now, Mr. Chen's mind has changed.

Since my father came back, the family could have so many New Year's goods without spending a penny, and there was a wine banquet, so ......

Why skimp on a few more incense sticks and candles?

There is a more important reason, Chen Zimo considered that since everyone had been told that the backyard hall was dedicated to the spiritual seat of Grandpa Gan, wouldn't it be easy to be suspicious if incense and candles were not burned on Chinese New Year's Eve?

My father would be suspicious, too.

Entering the hall, before he reached the table, Chen Zimo felt the aura released by the scroll, which happily moistened his body and mind.

Recently, he clearly felt that the scroll released its own aura to moisten his body and mind, the frequency of the reciprocating cycle accelerated, and the release of more and more aura, like a domestic pet, and after becoming more and more familiar with the owner, he began to do his duty while being willing to maintain a more intimate relationship with the owner.

Chen Zimo lit two red candles, inserted them into the candlestick, and lit three more incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner.

Standing in front of the table, he respectfully bowed three times to the spiritual seat of his godfather, and then knelt down and kowtowed.

"Godgrandpa, my dad is back......"

"No matter how I get along with him in the future, at least, I'm not alone, you don't have to worry too much about me."

"Oh yes, I found the "Tongxuan Sutra Volume I" that you thought about day and night, and a waste like me can actually practice magic, and now I practice very well. Don't worry, I'll help you pass on the spell. ”

……

After kneeling on the ground and muttering for a long time, Chen Zimo got up a little dazedly, walked to the eaves of the porch outside the door, and looked at the brightly lit front yard. There, people who drank too much wine had loud voices, chatting, punching, and being noisy.

He thought of the conditions that his father had talked about earlier.

Returning to the table and sitting down, Chen Zi silently recited the meditation mantra, and after eliminating all kinds of distracting thoughts, he calmed down and thought carefully according to what his father said.

I don't know if it's because the person who persuaded me today is because of his biological father, or because as time goes by, the hatred for Li Zhizhong and his family members is not as strong as before.

After thinking about it for a while, he really felt that his father was reasonable, and he really couldn't blindly be angry and drag it out.

There has to be a time to settle things.

The best way is to ask Li Zhizhong to obediently hand over 50,000 yuan, it seems that both sides have a step down, but in fact, Li Zhizhong will lose face in the whole village, and Chen Zimo will earn back all the face he lost in the past.

Isn't this still possible?

"Or, just agree to my father's conditions." Chen Zimo is still a little short of crossing this hurdle in his heart. Suddenly, he thought of something more important, the existence of the scroll, does his father know about it?

If he knew, how did he get the scroll?

Before, his father suddenly exuded an abundant and pure essence, which was naturally connected with the five elements of heaven and earth......

Could it be that he also practiced magic and was a charlatan?

Grandpa Gan once said that his father Chen Jin has strong talent and qualifications, and he can be called a rare genius in a hundred years, and he is really a rare good seedling of cultivation techniques.

Thinking of this, Chen Zimo turned around and entered the hall, walked to the west bedroom, rummaged through the cabinets in the bedroom that had been cleaned up some time ago, and found the delicate and sharp dagger, as well as the cold three-edged military bayonet.

As soon as he walked out of the hall with a dagger and a bayonet, he heard the sound of firecrackers and firecrackers suddenly ringing in the village......

Zero o'clock arrived.

Chen Zimo walked to the front yard with some embarrassment.

Those who were drinking came out of the house in twos and threes, and their faces were full of joy, and they walked to the bonfire of the New Year's Eve with a smile, added three or two sticks of firewood to the fire, and then said goodbye to Chen Jin, and left one after another.

Chen Zimo stood on the north side of the bonfire, watching everyone.

Chen Jin walked outside the street gate, sent off the last person, turned around and plugged in the street door, walked to the bonfire in the courtyard and squatted down, opened his hands close to the fire to keep warm, and held a lit cigarette in his left hand, he said with a little alcohol: "Zimo, do you know why these people are so enthusiastic and send so many things?" ”

Chen Zimo shook his head.

"This is the sophistication of human feelings, it is the ...... of face" Chen Jin said with a smile: "People want faces, trees and bark, people live for a lifetime, and what they fight for is actually two words, fame and profit." ”

Chen Zimo didn't want to hear his father say these words, so he threw the plastic bag he was carrying at his father's feet and said, "This is the bedroom where you used to live, and the rest of the things, including the bedding, are all damp and rotten, so let me throw them away." ”

"Oh." Chen Jin had a nonchalant expression on his face, picked up the bag and opened it to see that inside was a dagger and a three-edged military thorn.

Chen Zimo frowned, carefully observing the changes in his father's eyes and expression.

Chen Jin took out the dagger and the three-edged military thorn, played with it in his hand, and said with some emotion and nostalgia: "This dagger is a thing given to me by others, it looks good, it looks good." However, this military thorn was used by me to kill the enemy on the battlefield back then, and when I retired, I took a lot of trouble to get it back, and I also invited the battalion commander to drink a drink......"

Chen Zimo was not interested in any of this, he was concerned about whether his father would mention the scroll. But looking at his father's expression, it seems that he doesn't remember that there is a scroll at home.

It's weird.

Why did the mysterious scroll that once caused many forces around the world to compete appear in his own home, but his father didn't seem to have any impression.

"Nothing else?" Chen Jin asked suddenly.

Chen Zimo's heart tightened, his eyelids jumped, and he said: "I remember that the police searched everywhere at home, and after a while, motorcycles, TVs, washing machines, ...... All were confiscated. What crime did you commit in the first place? ”

Chen Jin smiled bitterly and shook his head, but did not answer.

But Chen Zimo can see that his father has absolutely no regrets and pity.

In other words, even if he knew about the scroll, he didn't know what it was worth, so he didn't pay attention to it at all.

At this moment, Chen Jin is very comfortable in his heart, because his son has more and more words to him, which shows that his son has begun to forgive him quickly and accept him. After all, father and son are related by blood.

Chen Jin, who was gradually getting drunk, ignored the cold on the ground, sat down with a crooked buttocks, refilled a cigarette, watched the firelight reflect his son's thin cheeks red, and said with a smile: "Self-silence, tell my father, how did you get together with Hu Si's old god stick in the first place?" What tricks did the old guy use to trick you? ”

Chen Zimo frowned, unhappy, because he hated anyone and said that Grandpa Gan was an old god.

So he shook his head: "There's nothing to say. ”

"Well, let's not talk about the previous things." Chen Jin didn't ask any questions, and said, "I heard that you were nicknamed Little Shenbang in the village and school...... Now that Hu Si has passed away, in the future, don't think about being a god like Hu Si, it will be looked down upon. ”

Chen Zimo became more and more displeased, and said in a stiff tone: "Grandpa Goda is not a god stick, and I, and I am not a little god stick." ”

"Silly boy, you were deceived by him because of your young age and little understanding......" Chen Jin was already drunk, and he didn't notice the change in his son's expression, let alone that his son hated the word "magic stick" very much.

Chen Zimo stood up and was about to leave.

"Well, I'm still angry." Chen Jin waved his hand and said with a smile: "Dad will tell you how he exposed Hu Si's tricks in the first place." ”

"Tricks? Divine sticks? Chen Zimo snorted coldly, stood beside the bonfire and looked at his father condescendingly, and said: "The people in the village privately ridicule Grandpa Gan for being an old god and an old man, but you are not qualified to underestimate him, you should be grateful to him and respect him, although he has been dead for half a year." ”

Chen Jin was stunned, and then realized that what he said just now was slightly inappropriate.