Chapter 297: Donation
The three of us traveled all the way to Lanshan City, and looking at the big clock standing in the northeast corner of the railway station, I had a special feeling in my heart.
I think that at the beginning, the first time I came to Lanshan was with Master, a year has passed in a blink of an eye, I have experienced many vicissitudes, but the whereabouts of Master and Senior Sister are unknown, and life and death are unknown.
Tan Zhe saw that my face was wrong, and knew that I was hurt. He comforted me with words: "Your master and Yan Yanji are in heaven, and they will be fine, don't worry!"
I nodded silently.
Zhao Fengkite looked around the pergola with his hand, frowned and said, "I really don't understand, why do you have to come here?" There was a lot of impatience in the words.
Zhao Fengzheng was uneasy, and Tan Zhe and I never told her the real reason for this. We are afraid, according to Zhao Fengkite's current temper, if we know that we are here to help Xie Yan, if we resist, we don't know what unexpected things we will do.
Tan Zhe smiled and said, "Master Liu Yansan, Liu Yanyan, Master Jiuchang, and even Liu Lianzhu, the four of them are missing, and Liu Mi and I still feel that we should ask Master Xie about their whereabouts."
Zhao Fengkite snorted coldly, and asked disdainfully: "Will he help?"
I looked at Tan Zhe, who looked helpless, and sighed silently in my heart: I also know that the old man will not help easily, but if I don't give it a try, how can my brother give up?
The three of us called a taxi, reported our destination, and went straight to Xie Yan's house.
No one thought that that old guy Xie Qian would make such a big joke on us.
Xie Yan is dead!
When we hurried to Xie's house, a man and a woman were counting their belongings.
The two of them were dressed more formally, the man was wearing a blue shirt inside, a thin black cotton jacket outside was seven or eight percent new, and he was holding a small notebook in his hand.
When they saw us coming in, the woman waved at us and said, "Ah, who are you?" What are you doing here? ”
We reported our identity, but we only said that it was Xie Yan's old friend. Tan Zhe asked again: "Who are the two of you?"
The woman pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose and said, "Master Xie has no children, no daughters, and no other heirs, so before leaving, he donated everything outside the house to our orphanage!" We came here today to count the items and auction them on a certain date, and the Chinese New Year is coming soon, so with this donation, we can buy a new dress for the children! ”
Tan Zhe nodded with a smile on his face, but I was surprised: "All donated?" This yard ...... This property? Didn't leave a piece of paper? ”
Xie Jian is a well-known master in the neighborhood, the means are high, and the fees are expensive, this old guy has saved a lot of money, but he didn't expect it to be so bright before leaving, and he donated it all to the orphanage.
The man suddenly remembered something, and interrupted us and said, "No, Master Xie still has a piece of paper that has not been donated, just in front of his spiritual seat!"
The woman also nodded violently: "Yes, yes, Master Xie specially explained that everything else was donated to the orphanage, but who is this piece of paper donated to?" What's it called? She frowned and looked back at the man, who hurriedly said, "It's called Liu Mi!" The woman hurriedly clapped her hands to confirm: "It's called Liu Mi!"
I'm all happy: just a piece of paper, and you still need to donate it to me? If you want to donate, donate something valuable!
I showed my ID card to the two of them, and the woman looked at it and said, "Oh, then you go and get it, that piece of paper is on Master Xie's mourning hall!"
Xie Luan, the old guy, didn't know what to think, so he left his last words and refused to be cremated, so he rented a small hall in the funeral home and put the body in the crystal coffin for people to see!
We hurried to the funeral home, only to see that there was an offering table in front of us, flowers were placed all around, and Xie Yan was lying in the center, his face was very peaceful.
The funeral parlor manager asked, "Which of you is Liu Mi?"
I agreed, and the administrator pointed to an envelope made of yellow sheet paper on the offering table and said, "Go get it."
When I went to get the envelope, I accidentally touched a vase on the offering table, and the vase fell to pieces with a "bang", and there was water in the vase, and the water spilled all over the ground and flowed all the way to the bottom of Xie Yan's crystal coffin.
The administrator scolded and ran over and accused me of being careless!
Tan Zhe was embarrassed and apologized again, and the administrator said with a black face: "Forget it, I'll drag it out for a while." By the way, I don't know if the people in the orphanage have told you that Master Xie has left a message, and this letter can only be opened under the peach tree! ”
I flipped through the yellow paper envelope and said, "What a trouble!"
Zhao Fengkite followed us for a day without saying a word, and at this moment, she said indifferently: "Listen to the master!"
Peach trees are not hard to find, and there are many peach trees planted in the small garden of this funeral home.
We deliberately found a stout one, although it was the middle of winter, the dead tree had no leaves, but the branches could cover all three of us.
I raised my hand to tear the yellow table paper, but I didn't expect a thunderbolt to "boom" in mid-air, and the peach tree branches above my head "boomed" and burned.
I was so frightened that I called an alarmist, and with a shudder in my hand, the letter fell to the ground, and a burning branch happened to fall on it.
Even Zhao Fengkite was so frightened that he shouted for the fire to be extinguished.
We couldn't care so much, and we stomped on it with our feet, but the fire was extinguished, and our feet were also damaged. In the chaos, I don't know how many times I was stepped on.
I lifted the burned letter with two fingers, and the yellow sheet paper on the outside was burned out, and the letter paper was also burned.
There was some ash on it, Tan Zhe puffed up his mouth to blow, I pushed him away and said, "Blow what?" If you blow it again, it will burn out! ”
We unfolded the letterhead, and it was black and paste, and the back content was all burned out, and only three words could be seen in the front content: ...... Cat...... Paper...... Mountain......
It's those three words again! Those three words I heard in my dreams!
Xie Qian wants us to study the yellow paper that we picked up from the cat demon's cave?
I kept that yellow paper, but we didn't know any of the words on it! What do you think? Isn't that hard for us?
We were at a loss when we suddenly heard an old man shouting in front of the small hall of the funeral parlor: "It's on fire!" It's on fire! ”
Tan Zhe shouted: "It seems to be Master Xie!" Let's check it out! ”
It's really Xie Yan's body burning!
The ever-bright lamp in the small hall fell to the ground and exploded, and the electric current was transmitted to the crystal coffin along the water stains on the ground, and the wiring in the crystal coffin was short-circuited, and it burned all at once!
Xie Yan, this old guy hasn't entered the cremation furnace yet, and he was burned by the crystal coffin first!