Zhang Zhi also secretly admired on crutches, the 4 lines of poetry he said, Ai Xiaoluo completely cracked it, it seems that this young man is very talented, and he really talks to his grandfather out of body according to his intentions.

Ai Xiaoluo thanked Zhang Zhi for two reasons, the old gentleman gave him 4 lines of poetry prompts, and a small north wind blowing in the spirit shed in Yinshi, obviously Zhang Zhi also secretly helped. The feng shui compass turned a few times, and he calculated it several times, but he couldn't figure out where the north wind came from. According to the six gossip, it just means that there are nobles to help.

Zhang Zhiye's eyes were blazing, and he helped Ai Xiaoluo up: "The future is terrifying!" Courage and knowledge! Your ways are not below me. ”

Ai Gensheng greeted him with a smile: "Old man, hurry up and invite the house, just have some breakfast." ”

Zhang Zhi was not polite, and nodded in agreement.

Mao Si pushed open the courtyard door: "Ouch, old man, didn't you tell me to wait for me at home to help you?" Why did you come in person? ”

"It's not that I can't move, I'm not so squeamish."

Ai Gensheng smiled at Mao Si: "His fourth uncle, just in time to eat and go into the house to eat together." ”

Mao Si became Zhang Zhiye's crutch, and Zhang Zhi was also alone in the village without relatives and for no reason. Mao Si proposed to worship him as a teacher, which was convenient to take care of.

But Zhang Zhi also resolutely refused, and later the old man adopted a compromise method. recognized Mao Si as a godgrandson.

As the saying goes, if one person attains the Tao, the chicken and dog ascend to heaven. Since Mao Si followed Zhang Zhiye, his prestige in the village has increased significantly. The neighborhood, the second aunt Wang, and Aunt Li's family will go to Mao Si to ask God for divination.

When he met people, he said that Zhang Zhi was also his master. Zhang Zhi also knew that Mao Si was collecting money under his banner, but he opened his eyes and closed his eyes. After all, Mao Si was loyal to him and often went out with him to do things.

Before breakfast was finished, there was a sound of wooden fish outside the door......

Zhang Zhi was also stunned, and Ai Xiaoluo was also stunned. The sound of this wooden fish is different from that of the Taoist priests, and the sound is particularly special.

There was a commotion at the door, and two young Taoist priests pushed the young nun out.

Ai Gensheng shook his head: "Alas~ There is another group of business robbers, and I don't look at our family to invite the dojo." It just so happened that the two Taoist priests blasted him out, saving us from coming forward. ”

Ai Xiaoluo didn't think so, he hurriedly stopped his father: "Dad, look, this nun is wearing a patched monk's robe and carrying a burden on her shoulders, not like a dojo ritual." ”

Zhang Zhi also squinted his eyes and looked carefully, it was still a little blurry, he rubbed his eyes and said meaningfully: "This person is related to your Ai family." ”

Ai Xiaoluo saw that the nun was going to suffer, so he hurriedly ran out of the house, and at this time the nun had been pushed and sat on the ground by three Taoist priests.

The nun had no intention of leaving, she folded her hands: "Sin sin ......"

Ai Xiaoluo looked carefully, the nun was not very old, she had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, although she did not apply fat powder, she was still beautiful and fresh without makeup. A gray monk's hat, a gray monk's robe, and a pair of coarse cloth cloud shoes under his feet.

Ai Xiaoluo was very kind to the monks, which was related to his cultivation on the mountain. He pushed away the Taoist priest and picked up the nun: "Little sister, my family is holding a funeral, is there anything wrong with coming early in the morning?" ”

Without waiting for the nun to speak, the mermaids in the house rushed out and surrounded them.

Zhang Zhi also walked slowly, and he was suddenly stunned when he pushed aside the crowd......

Ai Xiaoluo noticed a subtle change in Zhang Zhiye's expression.

"Oh, isn't this Master Huihong of Qingfeng Temple? How did you get down the mountain? ”

Zhang Zhi also glared at Mao Si fiercely, but Mao Si didn't look at the old fairy's eyes at all, and continued: "Everyone come to see, this is Master Huihong of Qingfeng Nunnery, who lives in a simple place and has high mana!" ”

As soon as Mao Si shouted like this, the identity of the nun was immediately revealed.

Ai Xiaoluo gave a salute: "Master Huihong is good." ”

Nun Huihong returned the salute: "May I ask if this is the Ai family?" ”

Ai Gensheng said impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense with him, just send the two of you away, you must be here to do the dojo, since ancient times, the monks have not been a family, we invited the immortal chief of the silver tile hall, this doesn't need you." ”

Huihong was not in a hurry or annoyed, and smiled slightly: "The poor nun is not here to be a dojo, and there is something to be returned to the Ai family." With that, she unwrapped her baggage and took out a yellowed book.

Egan took a step forward and wanted to grab the book: "What is this?" ”

Huihong withdrew his hand: "May I ask which donor is Ai Xiaoliu?" ”

Ai Xiaoliu was already standing in front of Hui Hong, but the nun didn't know him.

"I am, the master is looking for me?"

Huihong looked up and down, and saw that this young man had a good appearance, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he was dressed a little rustic. Before leaving, the master Guanjie repeatedly instructed that he should hand over the book to Ai Xiaoluo, and no one else could give it.

"You're Ai Xiaoluo?"

"Hehe, Master Huihong doesn't believe it? I'm Ai Xiaoluo, like a fake. ”

Huihong felt strange: How did the master know that there was a person named Ai Xiaoluo in the Ai family? She suddenly figured out that Mao Si, who had recently gone up the mountain, was the one who reported the news.

Ai Xiaoluo took the yellowed book. That's when he found out that the book was made of sheepskin! On page 1, 4 square regular script characters are elegant and smooth, and it reads "Ai's genealogy." ”

Egan scolded: "This little rabbit cub is more famous than me? ”

Ai Xiaoluo simply turned two pages, this genealogy was inherited by the next generation of Zilharang, densely written with the names of the clansmen, spread in a pyramid shape, and the more people went forward.

Zhang Zhiye's face was ugly, and he grabbed Huihong's robe sleeve: "Come with me, I have something to ask you." ”

The crowd was astonished, and no one dared to stop them.

Everyone found that Huihong was staring at the old fairy with hatred.

The two stopped more than ten meters away, and Zhang Zhi also stretched out his finger to gesticulate, not knowing what to say to the nun.

Master Huihong stubbornly raised his head and argued for ......

This scene stunned everyone! Zhang Zhi is also active in the scope of Huaping Village, and he doesn't go anywhere except to do magic things, and Qingfeng Nunnery has no contact with the outside world, so what grievances do they have? The crowd of onlookers opened their minds and talked about it.

In the end, Huihong shook his hand and broke up with Zhang Zhi.

Huihong lowered his eyes and approached Ai Xiaoluo: "This book was put in Qingfeng Nunnery by your grandfather." The master said let me hand it over to you. ”

"What else did Mrs. Guanjie say?" Ai Xiaoluo asked.

Huihong shook his head: "The master only told me to return this thing to the Ai family, and he knew that Grandpa Ai had passed away." Therefore, the descendants of the Ai family can get the books he deposited in the nunnery. ”

After Huihong finished speaking, he folded his hands: "The task assigned by the master is completed, and the poor nun returns to Qingfeng Nunnery to resume his life." ”

There are a lot of questions bothering Ai Xiaoluo, and before he finishes asking, Nun Huihong has already gone away.

Mao Si asked quietly: "Old fairy, are you familiar with Huihong nun?" ”

Zhang Zhiye's expression was very strange, both loss and regret: "I have lived for more than 100 years, and there are no people and things that I am not familiar with in Huaping Village and Red Camel Mountain. This sentence temporarily covers up the question raised by Mao Si.