This crying is really crying so that the sky is dark, the stars and the moon are not bright, the dark clouds gradually rise in the cry, covering the stars and the moon in the sky, after the dark clouds, the wind rises again, woo woo, it is also like a cry, people are crying in the house, outside the house, under the night sky, it is the sky crying.

I don't know when, somehow, finally, Zhang Quanyou's crying gradually became smaller, and then, he stood up, shed tears, came to Ji Tian, bowed deeply, and said with a sob; "I'm sorry, sir, but this painting you let me see has aroused pain in my heart, which is why I am so out of shape."

Ji Tian hurriedly stood up and responded; "Childe, please don't be polite, I already know that Childe is a filial son, and today I brought this portrait to Childe, there is a reason that must be said, I guess Youfan has already said half of it just now, I can't help but continue to say."

Hearing that Ji Tian was going to continue, Zhang Quanyou immediately wiped away his tears, trembled, and returned to his chair, without waiting for Ji Tian to speak, he preemptively interrupted Ji Tian's words and asked; "Sir, why don't you ask me why you are crying?"

Ji Tian replied; "Presumably, the son must have touched the scene, and his heart evoked nostalgia for Fu Gong."

After Zhang Quanyou listened to Ji Tian's words, he raised his head and sighed and said; "As a son of man, I am really unfilial, in fact, if Mr. does not come, I also plan to visit Mr. tomorrow."

Ji Tian heard that Zhang Quanyou was going to visit him, and was a little surprised, so he asked unconsciously; "Why did Childe come to me?"

In fact, Ji Tian only asked half a sentence, and he wanted to say that in fact, we are not familiar with it, but Zhang Quanyou did not give Ji Tian a chance to continue, and hurriedly explained; "I already knew that Mr. Ji and my father have a deep relationship, my father told me on the eve of his return to heaven, don't help stop you when I see you coming to condole, stay as long as you want, therefore, you painted a portrait of your father, today you take out such a portrait, and the scene in my dream the day before yesterday is very similar, I want to visit you just to ask you to help me explain the dream, now it seems that there is no need, presumably you already know the embarrassing situation of your father after returning to heaven."

Ji Tian said; "Not only do I know, but I know it very well, but to be honest," Ji Tian said here, paused, thought for a moment, and then said again as if he had made a great deal of determination; "Actually, I was also entrusted to come to the house, so please don't blame the son!"

After listening to Ji Tian's slightly slurred words, Zhang Quanyou hesitated and spoke; "I don't know if that Bodhisattva is so kind-hearted, I must thank him again."

Seeing this, Ji Tian was busy covering up; "Well, this person, he told me not to reveal his name, so I think it's better not to ask!"

After Zhang Quanyou listened to Ji Tian's words, he looked at Ji Tian, suddenly stood up again, came to Ji Tian, knelt down and said; "Thanks to Mr., thanks to Mr., I won't say anything else, but, it's just that if there was no sir, wouldn't I have become an unfaithful and unfilial person, and I would still have the face to stand between heaven and earth."

Ji Tian hurriedly got up and helped Zhang Quanyou up, and then said; "Childe, can we go to the back hall to pay homage to Duke Fu, I will copy another portrait by the way, and prepare to make a golden body for the world to admire."

Zhang Quanyou listened to Ji Tian's words, hesitated for a long time, did not make a sound, Ji Tian thought he had something difficult, sat back on the chair, waited for Zhang Quanyou to make a statement, time passed minute by minute, the servant came into the house to add lamp oil, Zhang Quanyou waited until the servant filled the lamp oil, and asked; "Have you been to the backhall these days?"

The servant bowed his head and answered; "The little one doesn't dare, since the childe commanded, the little one has never set foot half a step."

Zhang Quanyou waved his hand and said; "Let's go down."

The servant retreated, Ji Tian and Zhao Youfan had more and more doubts in their hearts, and the two of them looked at Zhang Quanyou again, and saw that he was staring at the portrait, and looked at it again, and after half a day, about midnight, Zhang Quanyou finally looked away from the portrait and said to Ji Tian; "Sir, I haven't answered you for a long time, there is really something unspeakable, since Mr. has been present, I might as well say this unspeakable secret, maybe Mr. can help me crack this unspeakable secret."

Ji Tian saw Zhang Quanyou say such a thing, and immediately said; "Childe, please speak, but whoever can help Childe in the next will definitely help in the next."

Zhang Quanyou stared at the portrait in his hand and said in a low voice; "Things have to start from the time you finished painting the portrait of your father, that day in the middle of the night, you arrived in the back hall, you didn't look at the ingot of gold and the ingot of silver, just picked up the pen to paint a portrait of your father, it really made me admire, when the day will dawn when you leave the back hall, I went to bow to my father, I want to ask my father what else to entrust, which Cheng thought, before I spoke, but I heard a small voice in the sky, let me seal the door of the back hall that night, and I am not allowed to step into the back hall half a step in the future, I hurriedly distinguished, Father, at this time, absolutely not, I also have to give incense to my father every day to change the tribute, you asked me to block the door, how can I come to fulfill my filial piety? ”

"But unexpectedly, as soon as my words landed, that subtle voice appeared again, you don't block the door, do you still want me to suffer in the world, if you don't do it, it's not my son, after listening to my father's words, I hurriedly kowtowed, claiming that I must do it according to my father's instructions, so I blocked the door of the back hall, and when I paid tribute to my father every day, I just set up another incense case in the front hall to worship my father."

Speaking of this, Zhang Quanyou looked up at Ji Tian, the meaning was obvious, he was asking him what to do, Ji Tian saw this, thought about it and said; "In my opinion, can we ask the old man Fu Gong to see if he agrees with us going to the back hall to see him."

Zhang Quanyou and Zhao Youfan listened to Ji Tian's suggestion and asked questions almost at the same time; "What can I do to let the old man know?"

Ji Tian said; "Please come with me to the courtyard."

The three of them came to the courtyard, Ji Tian looked up at the sky, and said to Zhang Quanyou and Zhao Youfan; "The sky is gloomy, but according to my judgment, it should be some time before dawn breaks, so please ask the prince to order his subordinates to immediately set up incense in the courtyard."

Zhang Quanyou immediately instructed the servant to put down the incense case according to Ji Tian's instructions, and Ji Tian asked the servant to bring yellow table paper, pen and cinnabar, and when everything was arranged, Ji Tian and the three of them knelt in front of the incense case, Ji Tian took a pen and dipped it in cinnabar and wrote it on the yellow table paper; "Worship the god of good fortune, a piece of land, if you are allowed to meet, fly to the sky, if you don't allow it, fall into the dust."

After Ji Tian finished writing, he lit the yellow table paper with his own hands, there was no wind in the yard, after the yellow table paper was lit, the flame went from small to large, and after a while, it turned into a first-class meteor and flew into the sky. "Childe, with the permission of God Fu, we can go to the back hall to worship his old man."

Zhang Quanyou hurriedly said; "I'll go find a servant and open the sealed door."

Ji Tian said; "No, since the god of good fortune has agreed, then the door should be open, why bother others, you come with me."

Listening to Ji Tian's words, Zhang Quanyou and Zhao Youfan were half convinced, followed him and walked towards the back hall, in front of the back hall door, Zhang Quanyou took the first step, he was just about to reach out to push the door, but the door opened by itself, Zhang Quanyou let out a sigh of relief, Zhao Youfan, who was following behind, admired his teacher Ji Tian unconsciously, and the three of them came to the back hall to worship the main hall of Fu Gong, look carefully, there is also the shadow of Fu Gong, the bed he sat on was empty, the curtain was full of dust, and the furnishings in the room were as usual, Seeing this scene, Zhang Quanyou exclaimed; "Father!" Then he passed out and fell to the ground.

Ji Tian and Zhao Youfan hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhang Quanyou, and the three of them knelt on the bed together, Zhang Quanyou said while crying; "Father, where did you go, why didn't you tell me why you accused your son of unfilial piety?"

Ji Tian hurriedly attached himself to Zhang Quanyou's ear and whispered like a mosquito; "Childe's Day mourning, this is a good thing, Duke Fu has been named the god of the land and enjoys the tablet of the righteous god, you should be happy."

Zhang Quanyou said while sobbing; "That being said, but where did my father's golden body go?"

Ji Tian said; "Childe doesn't know, as far as I know, but whoever is named a god, the golden body will not stay in the mortal world, doesn't this just give us a chance, from tomorrow, we choose a piece of feng shui treasure land, build a temple for Fu Gong, and shape the golden body, in order to show your filial piety!"

Zhang Quanyou saw that Ji Tian had eliminated a serious illness in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't have known that his father's golden body had left by himself, at this time, Ji Tian said such a very reasonable thing again, and there was no reason to nod his head and agree, so he saw him facing Ji Tian and said; "Thanks to Mr. Ji's great powers, I have cleared the fog in my heart, from now on I will listen to you, please take a seat and be worshiped by me."

Ji Tian was busy saying; "No, no, never, we are in front of the bed of the Duke of Fu, where do I dare to accept the worship of the son, I think it is better to do this, let's say goodbye to the Duke of Fu, and return to the front hall to discuss the construction of the temple."

Zhang Quanyou said; "Okay."

The three of them knocked three times on the bed, Zhang Quanyou said; "Please forgive my father, if you are not filial, you should build a temple for your father, and then shape your golden body, so that your father can have a place to enjoy in the world, and avoid the pain of displacement."

After Zhang Quanyou finished speaking, Ji Tian and Zhao Youfan continued; "The Duke of Fu is above, and the disciple must build a temple for the Duke of Fu as soon as possible, shape the golden body, and let the Duke of Fu enjoy the fireworks as soon as possible."

After saying this, the three of them stood up and left the back hall, and after returning to the front hall, Zhang Quanyou looked at the sky and said to Ji Tian and Zhao Youfan very sincerely; "Two teachers, presumably the sky is about to brighten, I think we are not short of this moment, please ask the two gentlemen to rest first, and we will sit down tomorrow and discuss carefully."

Ji Tian said; "Okay, let's hurry up and sleep for a while, so as not to miss tomorrow's business."

Zhang Quanyou was very happy to see that Ji Tian agreed to spend the night at their house, he personally led Ji Tian and Zhao Youfan to the guest room, and placed them to lie down before leaving, and the next day, he invited Ji Tian and Zhao Youfan to the dining room for breakfast, and then discussed the construction of the temple in detail.

The three of them were discussing where the temple site should be selected, but they saw that the portrait of Fu Gong in Zhang Quanyou's hand moved three times, Zhang Quanyou himself did not pay attention, but carefully Ji Tian saw that the portrait was windless and automatic, a little strange, so he stopped talking, stretched out his hand to take the portrait in Zhang Quanyou's hand, he opened it this time and looked again, but saw that under the feet of Fu Gong in the portrait, a big river faintly appeared, and there were three thatched houses not far from the river.

Ji Tian looked at it carefully, it was true, he couldn't help but ask Zhang Quanyou and Zhao Youfan, when you looked at this portrait yesterday, did you see this big river and these three thatched houses, Zhang Quanyou looked at the portrait, and said unconsciously; "Last night, the lights were dim, and my eyes were blurred with tears, so I really couldn't remember."