Shen Biyan's eyes were closed, but her brain didn't stop thinking.

There is a portrait of her in the study of the Shen family, does the Shen family have any relationship with her?

Suddenly thought of a guy surnamed Shen, but immediately put it down again, how could it be, it was definitely not the stinky little guy who followed her all day long, and she felt inexplicably sad when she thought of the old man. I don't know how many of my deceased people are still alive.

"Mother, won't you be sleepy if you don't sleep at night?" Yi'er in her arms twisted her little body and asked.

What a sensitive little guy. Her son's words pulled her back from her sadness. Uh, no, sensitive imp.

Bi Yan pinched her son's little ear and said, "Got it, little butler." ”

People aren't for your own good, if you don't accompany your mother, what kind of sleep will a ghost sleep. The little guy secretly slandered.

She stopped thinking, and a wave of sleepiness set her back.

Wait until Biyan emits a gentle breathing sound.

Mo Ziyi opened his eyes and looked at his mother's sleeping face stupidly, and there was no longer a child's immaturity on his face, only regret and seriousness.

Although he was only six years old when he was alive, he was a genius child who was trained as an emperor, how could he be as innocent as an ordinary child.

How much pain and suffering did he encounter in exchange for the opportunity to be with his mother, even if it was just a ghost, he was willing.

The last thing he wants to see is that his mother fell into that sad memory, and after so many days of pretending to be obedient and sprouting a fork, just in exchange for his mother's care and diverting his mother's attention.

In any case, until he finds someone to protect his mother, he will always protect his mother and not let her be hurt at all.

The small body exudes a terrifying aura. The sleeping Biyan didn't know anything about it.

……

The sun was gradually rising, dappling with daylight and spilling over the courtyard.

The descendants of the Shen family have been busy, and everyone is working very hard today, for two reasons, one is that the grandmother who inspects and supervises is very strict, and the other is to welcome the visit of Master Yuantong.

Speaking of Master Yuantong's visit, Shen Fu Yigan and others were full of pride.

Master Yuantong is a well-known master of Buddhism and Buddhism, and the nobles in the palace are also respectful when they see the master. If it weren't for the fact that their old lady had a close relationship with the master, how could they invite a master like the master to come to the door.

When I think about it, I can smile on my face, these are all the capital that I talked about with relatives and friends, and my waist feels harder.

At the gate, the carriage that had gone to invite the master had returned.

"Master, please." Cheng respectfully saluted the master who had just gotten off the carriage.

The master returned the salute with his palms together and walked into the gate of the Shen family.

The eldest lady Cheng rushed to Puji Temple early in the morning, the master was very easy-going, and she was also very surprised after hearing what she said, and immediately followed Cheng to Shen Mansion.

When she walked to the old lady's Baode Hall, the old lady was leading the rest of the family to wait in front of the door.

"Disturb the master's cultivation, the old body will compensate the master first." As he spoke, he bent over.

Yuan Tong hurriedly stepped forward to support him, "The flower donor has tormented the old monk, and there is Buddhism in his heart, where is he not cultivating?" ”

The old woman was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "It's still the master who is transparent, and it's the old man who has eyes." ”

Saying that, he hurriedly invited the master into the house, and only the eldest lady, the second lady and a few personal maids followed into the house.

Several people sat down, and Hongxiu brought the teacups.

"How is the flower donor feeling lately?" Yuan Tong was the first to ask.

"Thanks to the master's care, the old body's body is quite tough."

"That's good, Brother Shen can rest assured." Yuan Tong said with a smile.

Hearing the master mention the old lady Shen who was not at home, the old lady's expression suddenly softened. "That old guy probably forgot where his home was." She has been with Mrs. Shen for many years, and she has no concubines to disturb her, and her relationship is very good, although she complains, her heart is still full of worry.

"I've already heard what Mrs. Shen said about the Shen Mansion, I don't know what the flower donor wants to do when he asks the old man to come?"

When it came to business, the old lady's expression became serious, and she sighed: "There is nothing pickled in our house, I don't know why the people are running into ghosts one after another, and the people in the house are panicking, so please ask the master to see if he can find out the reason, and the house is quiet." ”

Saying that, the old lady looked at Cheng and said, "Wanyi, you tell the master the specific situation again." ”

Cheng nodded at the old lady, and described the time, place, and specific experience of these hauntings.

After hearing this, Yuan Tong thought for a while and asked, "When Lao Qu just came in, he also observed, is there anyone living in the courtyard in the northwest corner of the Shen Mansion?" ”

In the northwest corner, the old lady and the Cheng family both began to think, and several maids were also secretly thinking.

Lan Yu found that after the master finished speaking, the second lady's face changed instantly, and she immediately thought of the place she had been to last night.

"It's Bixiangin." The eldest lady was the housekeeper and quickly thought of where it was.

After speaking, Lan Yu saw that the second lady's face turned even paler.

The old lady also thought of it at this time. "Where Biyan lives?"

"Yes, mother." Cheng said.

"It's inhabited? I don't know who it is? Yuan Tong was very surprised, he thought that there was no one living there, and when he came in, he saw the black qi emerging from the northwest corner, although he didn't know who had done the magic to cover it up, but he had received some favors from a master, so he could still see it.

The second lady Feng Shi heard the master's exclamation, and her face was full of worry and eagerness, "Master, but what's wrong, my daughter Biyan lives there." ”

The old lady and Cheng also looked at the master eagerly.

"This, I'll have to wait until the old man has seen it."

"Then please Master, let's take a look." Feng was already a little incoherent.

The old lady looked at her daughter-in-law's gaffe, sighed, and apologized to Yuantong: "My daughter-in-law is also a mother's heart, and I forget the master's understanding." ”

Cheng Shi also walked up to Feng Shi, held her hand and whispered comfortingly: "Brother and sister, don't worry, the master will help, Bi Yan will be fine." ”

"My poor Biyan." Saying that, Feng's tears had fallen.

Everyone looked at Feng's expressions full of sympathy.

"Then ask the master to move to Bixiang Temple." It was the old lady who spoke.

The group walked to Hexiangyuan.

The maid who was guarding outside was startled.

"Sister Bai Zi, the old lady, the eldest lady, the second lady and the master are here for us." A little maid ran in in a hurry and startled Bai Zi, who was sitting in the room embroidering. The hand holding the needle shook and almost pricked his finger.

As soon as she stood up, she found that the curtain had been lifted, and the old lady had walked in with Master Yuantong.

Hurriedly put down the things in his hand and bowed. "Bai Zi has seen the old lady and Master Yuantong."

Bi Yan, who was whispering to her son in the house, also heard a voice from outside. Mo Ziyi quickly disappeared.

"Yuan Tong, isn't that the name of the little monk back then? Could it really be him? Biyan exclaimed.

But what are the old ladies doing in her little yard, thinking in their minds, but their bodies move quickly, and they immediately pretend to be the usual demented look.