Lao Dao turned around and found that Ai Xiaoluo greeted him, only to see that this young man was dressed in heavy filial piety.

"Who are you the old man who passed away?"

"It's my grandfather."

Lao Dao saw that this young man was born with an extraordinary appearance, and made a joke: "The poor Dao is from the Ziluo Hall of Chicamel Mountain, and the Dao number is Xuanying Daoist." ”

There was a noise outside the door, the black luxury car stopped in front of the door, and Mao Si helped the old fairy Zhang Zhi to get out of the car.

Xuanying Daoren showed displeasure on his face, and walked up to Ai Xiaoluo's father: "Didn't you say that I should overdo it?" Why did you hire another feng shui gentleman? ”

Ai Xiaoliu's father is called Ai Gensheng.

Ai Gensheng whispered: "Immortal Master, don't worry, you are in charge of the spiritual shed and the dojo in the courtyard. As for the burial of the feng shui auspicious house, let Zhang Lao Immortal do it, and the immortal master can rest assured that the incense money will not be less. ”

Xuanying Daoist shook his head and stroked his short beard: "It seems that the Ai family doesn't trust me...... Are you suspicious of the mana of the poor way? ”

"Hey~ Where did the immortal chief start with this? We have an unwritten rule here: as long as the deceased person in Huaping Village is deceased, Mr. Zhang must choose the feng shui auspicious house to ensure that the family is peaceful, and there is really no intention to despise the Taoist. ”

Xuanying Daoist glanced at Zhang Zhiye with contempt, and a murderous aura shot directly at the old immortal. Since the ancient Dao peers are enemies, it is normal for the Xuanying Dao people of the Violet Hall to regard Zhang Zhi as a competitor.

Zhang Zhi also entered the gate and was stunned.

He nodded and called Ai Gensheng: "Since you have invited the Immortal Family Dojo, the old man will retire." ”

Ai Gensheng saw sweat on his forehead, and hurriedly grabbed Zhang Zhiye's fat gossip fairy clothes: "Old immortal, don't think about it, I'm worried that you can't bear to be a dojo at such an age, and I can't bear to let you suffer and suffer." I just want you to help my father choose a piece of feng shui auspicious land. ”

Zhang Zhiye's silver hair was fluttering, fairy wind bones, he looked at Xuanying Daoren, his eyes lowered: "Okay, old decay is duty-bound, your father also ate a few times before his death, I didn't expect him to take the first step at such a young age, it's a pity, it's a pity ......"

Ai Gensheng felt uncomfortable: his father was already 85 years old, why was he still so young? He patted his forehead and suddenly realized that this 85-year-old age is compared with whom, if compared with the 135-year-old Mr. Feng Shui, it can only be regarded as "less dead", which is still a big difference.

Zhang Zhi also saw Ai Xiaoluo standing behind him with heavy filial piety, he closed his eyes slightly and observed carefully, nodded with silver hair twisted in his hand, and the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing neat snow-white teeth.

It is strange to say that Zhang Zhi was also reborn at the age of 101 and was reborn in Nirvana. I don't know what kind of immortal magic was used, but a mouth full of new teeth grew, and the original teeth fell out on their own.

Ai Xiaoluo also sighed in his heart when he saw Zhang Zhi: The scene of the cemetery fight the night before yesterday is vivid, if it weren't for the corpse of the iron egg when the corpse was in the child, I don't know how to end it.

Anyway, in the end, Zhang Zhi also controlled the situation and safely sent the soul of the iron egg into the underworld.

Suddenly found that Zhang Zhiye was squinting his eyes and looking at the change in his expression!

A master doesn't need words to make a move, and he can communicate with his eyes.

He read Zhang Zhiye's lips. There are a lot of guests coming in and out, and they can't be as happy as they are in a private chat, so this type of communication is their first choice.

Ai Xiaoluo affirmed Zhang Laoxian's guess. Grandpa's sudden death is directly related to Ai Xiaoluo's acquisition of the Mixed Yuan Soul Calling Whistle. Since he got the bone whistle, the old man's condition suddenly worsened, he was delirious, and he died in less than a quarter of an hour, and there was no time to rescue him.

He learned the power of Zhang Zhiye's evil magic weapon.

Grandpa's sudden death reminded Ai Xiaoliu and changed his initial mind, he wanted to destroy this evil object in a way so that it would not be left in the world and harm the living beings.

Zhang Zhi also told him with his eyes that he should hand over this bone whistle as soon as possible, so as not to cause the Ai family to suffer from the disaster of annihilation!

But Ai Xiaoluo stubbornly insisted on his own ideas, and the two looked at each other in a daze.

Ai Gensheng supported Zhang Zhiye: "The old fairy is coming to the house and sitting, drink some tea to warm up your body first, second son, don't stand stupidly, serve your grandfather!" ”

Ai Xiaoluo helped him sit down, and Zhang Zhi also picked up a cup of rich Yunnan red, this bowl of Yunnan red soup was bright in color, overflowing with tea fragrance, and exuding a mellow aroma.

He took a sip of tea and waved his hand at Mao Si, "Go outside and help out." ”

Only Ai Xiaoluo and himself were left in the room.

There is a pair of incense cases facing the door, offering a large black and white photo of Grandpa Ai, and the ever-bright lamp flickering with a strange light......

"Young man, old man admires your honesty. You see the strange things that happen one after another in the village. But no one who came into contact with my Mixed Elemental Soul Calling Whistle was spared, and all of them suffered. ”

As he spoke, he took out the yin and yang compass and pointed to Jia Yin's direction: "I know your grandfather's birthday, his yang life is still three and a half years, and the occasional cold and flu can't be fatal, he could have escaped this catastrophe, but your unfilial grandson cut off his three and a half years of yang life alive...... What is the intention? ”

"Old sir, the Mixed Yuan Soul Calling Whistle is indeed here, I thought it was an evil thing, and it must be destroyed, so as not to stay in the yang world and harm people."

Zhang Zhi was so excited that his beard trembled, and he threw the tea bowl on the table of the Eight Immortals: "What a big guts!" ”

Ai Xiaoluo was not afraid of the old immortal's attitude, and continued: "If it weren't for Grandpa's accident, I would have set up the dojo to destroy this thing now." ”

"The Mixed Yuan Soul Calling Whistle is an old and decayed magic weapon, and it has followed me for 100 years. At the beginning, Rong Lu, the governor of the Qing Dynasty, gave this thing to my cousin as a birthday gift, Zhang Zhidong, who was the governor of Liangjiang at the time, he was an official and never received gold and silver treasures, Rong Lu did what he liked, and his cousin had to accept it. The Hybrid Soul Calling Whistle is made from fossilized mammoth toe bones, which is nothing unusual, most notably when the Grand Wizard of the Ninth Pharaoh of Egypt has an evil spell. After my cousin carried it, his health deteriorated. My cousin gave him to me, and he was in good health ever since. Only I can control this treasure, and I can live in harmony, and there is no one else in the rest of the world. ”

Zhang Zhi is also a half-baked classical Chinese, Ai Xiaoluo understands it, and the central idea is nothing more than wanting to return to the evil mixed yuan soul calling whistle.

He thought about it carefully, and Zhang Zhiye's description of the shape and weight of the bone whistle was very accurate, and it could basically be determined that Zhang Zhiye was lost. This thing has a large proportion, not like ordinary bones, but more like a heavy stone polished, but there is still the texture of bones on closer inspection.

"Forgive me for taking the plunge, if no one can control this bone whistle after a hundred years, who can save the safety of our Huaping Village?"

Zhang Zhi also stroked his long beard: "Old decay has its own immortal technique, of course there is a way to deal with my magic weapon." Seeing that Ai Xiaoluo was unmoved, he continued: "Since you have seen that the feng shui for burying Zhao Tiedan is out of place, aren't you afraid that I will misinterpret your grandfather's feng shui?" ”

Ai Xiao smiled slightly: "Where did the old fairy come from?" You are a highly respected feng shui master in the village, and it is not a problem to choose a feng shui auspicious house for my grandfather. ”