Zhang Zhi also smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand at Ai Xiaoluo: "Can you let the old man take a look at this book?" ”

Ai Xiaoluo took the book and shook it at the old gentleman: "This is the family genealogy of the Ai family, and it has nothing to do with feng shui, so don't read it, right?" ”

"Hehe, okay, since it's your Ai family's clan genealogy, I won't read it."

Ai Xiaoluo suddenly asked, "Does the old gentleman know Master Huihong?" ”

Zhang Zhiye laughed: "Of course I know, Mrs. Guanjie of Qingfeng Nunnery sends me a little mountain goods every year, and often sends Master Huihong to send them to me." ”

Ai Xiaoluo nodded, but he didn't believe Zhang Zhiye's explanation very much, and he didn't ask so many people present.

Daoist Xuanying asked the Taoist priests to continue to exceed. Zhang Zhi also went home with the help of Mao Si.

The Ai family returned to calm.

Ai Xiaoluo couldn't wait to take the parchment book, hid in his room, and plugged the door with his hand. Eagerly open the parchment roll.

This book is very textured in the hand, at first glance it is something of age, the sheepskin is cracked in some places, and there are spots of mildew in some places, but the handwriting is basically clear.

He carefully opened the Ai family tree, carefully reading each page, until the last page, he found that there was a hole in the last page of the parchment scroll, and this hole happened to be a person's name that had been dug out!

Ai Xiaoluo was taken aback: the last page is also the last generation of genealogy. He searched carefully and found no grandfather's name...... Normally, the names of the old people of Grandpa's generation should appear in the family tree, does Grandpa have any privacy and deliberately dug out his name?

He felt that the hole should be the name of his grandfather, but there was no way to verify it, since this book was placed by his grandfather in Qingfeng Nunnery, then it means that this book must have a great origin! It is recorded that from Prince Zheng Ji'er Harang to the names of everyone in his grandfather's generation, it is just that the surname of Aixin Jueluo was not given in the previous generations of grandpa, but was changed to the surname Ai.

Suddenly, a detail flashed in his mind: Zhang Zhiye pulled Nun Huihong and said something? Could it be for this genealogy of the Ai family? So what is the relationship between him and Huihong?

Zhang Zhi also coped with Mao Si's words, he didn't believe it at all, it was pure nonsense, he felt that he was fooling ghosts by burning newspapers on the grave. Zhang Zhi should also be very familiar with Huihong, and it is not an ordinary familiarity.

He closed the book and turned it over to look at it, and felt that the book was something unusual. He turned it over again, scrutinizing each page. When he turned to page 9, he clearly felt that the sheepskin was a little thicker, and he didn't care about it at first.

Ai Xiaoluo took the parchment roll, turned each page, and looked repeatedly under the lamp, the incandescent light passed through the parchment, and the light transmittance of the 9th page was very poor, which was very different from other pages, but it felt no different from others.

He scratched his hair, pulled a wallpaper knife out of a drawer, and gently pushed page 9 away...... It's like opening a Pandora's box, so carefully.

It turned out that pages 9 and 10 were glued together, and he gently opened them, with only a little external adhesion between the two pages, and the middle was empty, and the content was completely independent.

Ai Xiaoluo was so nervous that his forehead sweated, this is a treasure handed down from his ancestors, and the cultural relics handed down by the Chi family will be destroyed if there is a slight mistake. Although he was mentally prepared, when he opened the sheepskin, he was stunned!

"Structural diagram of the beamless hall of Red Camel Mountain!" A beautiful and brilliant display of architectural design drawings, Ai Xiaoluo has never heard of the name Beamless Palace.

With a bang, the plugged door was forced open!

Ai Xiaoluo shuddered, hurriedly put away the parchment roll, and when he looked back, the fat man was standing at the door in horror: "My brother...... He, he's dying! ”

Ai Xiaoluo pressed the fat man's shoulder: ", I don't know Tang Daqiang yet?" The body is as strong as a cow, and he tied you up two days ago. ”

The fat man seemed to have a thousand words, but he couldn't say a word in a hurry: "Come with me!" As soon as he pulled Ai Xiaoluo out of the door, he thought for a while: "Wait for me, I'll bring something just in case." ”

Hide the parchment roll and carry the yellow package of the ritual.

Tang Fat wiped his tears as he walked.

"What's wrong with the fat man? Seeing that you are happy all day long, are you not in a hurry? ”

Daqiang heard that the medicine picker had picked up golden melon seeds in Chicamel Mountain, and he wanted to try his luck...... As a result, it can't be done when you get home! ”

"Did Da Qiang run into a beast?"

The fat man covered his head in horror: "I don't know, don't ask me, I don't dare to look at his face." Like an evil ......"

Ai Xiaoluo's heart was tightened all of a sudden, what evil did the good Tang Daqiang do? Two days ago, he helped his younger brother exorcise evil spirits, and this time it was his turn?

The fat man's yard was crying and grabbing the ground. The old couple really couldn't bear the blow, Tang Fatzi had just been cured, and this happened to the eldest son again, the old couple was in pain, seeing Ai Xiaoluo coming in a hurry, the old lady seemed to grasp the life-saving straw: "Big nephew, look at your eldest brother?" Can you still save your life? ”

As soon as Ai Xiaoluo entered the courtyard, he found that the atmosphere was wrong: good and evil have not been separated since ancient times.

He concluded that Tang Daqiang was definitely not suffering from any disease, but a charm that he provoked......

Tang Daqiang's head was shrouded in a black mist, of course ordinary people couldn't see it, but they couldn't hide it from him, a mage who had been cultivating for many years. Ai Xiaoluo wanted to control Tang Daqiang's primordial spirit from being disturbed by ghosts, grabbed a handful of cinnabar powder and threw it into the sky.

"Uncle and aunt, get out of the way and hand over Daqiang to me."

He asked Tang Fatzi to bring a few quilts from the house and build a relatively closed space, which must not be seen by outsiders.

Tang Fatman's arms were thick and strong, and after a while, he put up a few quilts at home, and the windows were tightly blocked.

Ai Xiaoluo commanded: "Right, don't let a little light in." ”

Tang Fatzi obeyed him and believed in Ai Xiaoluo's Taoism very much. However, the fat man still has doubts in his heart, that is, his method of treating people every time is very suspicious. is neither yin nor yang, and makes himself half dead, anyway, his method really works. The fat man even suspected that Ai Xiaoliu was related to the king of Hades in the underworld.

I saw him take out the soul bell, put it in the incense hall, change into a bright yellow gossip fairy clothes, wear a Taoist hat, and two streamers hanging down the back of his head.

Tang Fat Man felt ridiculous, but looking at his brother's illness, he couldn't laugh.

Ai Xiaoluo took out a golden bottle and a cinnabar pen from his yellow pocket, brushed a little bit, and wrote a few red letters on the yellow paper.

The fat man's eyes widened and he looked closely, and the character was neither Chinese nor English, but it was as difficult to understand as a ghost drawing.

"Put this on Daqiang's head, be sure to hold him down, don't let him move."

Tang Fatzi took this piece of paper and thought to himself: A piece of paper can suppress my brother? Tang Daqiang's health is very good, like a big calf lying there, irritable.