On the way, Master gave me a brief introduction to the situation of the Feng family.

There is only one Feng family in Los Angeles, who runs an antique calligraphy and painting business, and secretly does some shady business of buying and selling dead objects. This is a bit similar to Song Yu's master Golden Eye, but the Feng family has more capital.

When we arrived at Feng's house, the surnamed Jiang took us directly into the main hall.

There was already someone waiting for us in the main hall, this man was about thirty years old, with slender eyebrows and sideburns, narrow roots, deep in the middle of the person, thin lips like threads, and at first glance he was a very thoughtful and very difficult person to get along with. The hall is white. His parents' palace is bleak, and it is speculated that one of his parents must be sick in bed, and it is still an incurable disease.

"Young Master, this person who claims to be the head of Guiyun Temple. I invited him over today. The surnamed Jiang said.

"Why are they all injured?"

"They had a little misunderstanding with the eldest lady...; …; ”

"Have you confirmed your identity?"

"Not yet, why don't you bring someone over first, let the master confirm it himself."

"Uncle Jiang, go and invite my father out, I'll greet them here first. You may be seated. My father came right over. ”

When I was finally able to sit down, I let out a long sigh of relief. Although I have the transcript written by my father himself, and I also carry the Guiyunguan head token in my arms, I still feel like I am in my heart.

The most important thing is that I, the head of the house, is too grassy. Nothing. In case the Feng family wants me to show off my skills, I will play a big trick or something.

"You don't have to be nervous, Guiyunguan has the grace of life in our Feng family. If your identity is true, the Feng family will immediately treat you as a guest. If it's a Xibei cargo. Hehe, don't blame me for being ruthless when the time comes. ”

"I don't know how to confirm my identity?" Master asked.

"It's all up to my father, don't be impatient." Feng Lingyu said.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the round platform in the middle of the hall suddenly moved away, revealing a round hole about four feet in diameter, and then a landing platform slowly rose from the hole, and a wheelchair was placed on the platform, and a thin and scary old man sat on the wheelchair.

The first time I saw such a thin person when I was so big, there was an idiom called skinny, and it seemed that it was specially created for this old man. From the neckline and wrists, you can see the folded skin hanging loosely on the bones, the blue blood vessels are clearly exposed, and the neck is as thin as if it can be held by one hand.

But the old man's eyes were bright. When it is illuminated by the light, it seems to glow. When I was seen by him, my heart grew furious, and I felt like I was being targeted by a poisonous snake. Originally, I wanted to use Nanbanzi physiognomy to analyze his numerology, but after he took a look, I didn't dare to raise my head.

"Who is the current head of the Guiyun Sect?" The old man spoke, his voice was hoarse, and every word was very heavy, word by word.

"Green snake hanging?" Before I could answer the old man's words, Master suddenly interjected.

"Good eyesight, it seems that you are indeed the people who return to the clouds. Prove who you are. The old man spoke very slowly, but he had a very special power, which made people have to wait patiently for him to finish.

The master flipped out my father's transcript from his bosom, found the page about the Feng family, and handed it to the old man with both hands.

The old man looked at my father's handwriting and looked a little excited, but after a long time he recovered and returned the transcript to the master. Master gave me a look, and I quickly took out the head token of Guiyunguan and presented it to him.

"You are the head of Guiyunguan? I heard Jiang Si say that you are the son of Fan Shenxiang? The old man asked.

"Yes." I bowed my head and whispered in acknowledgement.

"Raise your head and speak. Is it a shame to be the son of Fan Shenxiang? ”

My face turned red from his reprimand, so I had to raise my head, stand up straight, and look at him with great courage.

"Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye, is Fan Shenxiang okay?"

"My dad, he's dead."

"What?" The old people obviously didn't expect this answer, and were taken aback. At the same time, two lines of cloudy tears flowed from his bright and clear eyes. It looks very sad.

He waved my hand to signal me to sit back in place, took out a snow-white silk handkerchief to wipe my tears, and was silent for a while before opening his mouth again, this time he asked my master: "You just saw that I used a green snake to hang my life, it's not wrong at all, this method was taught to me by Fan Shenxiang." Twenty years ago...; …; ”

Twenty years ago, the Feng family had not yet entered the city, and their hometown was in an ancient village called Beihu Village on the edge of the Yellow River. The original business of the Feng family was to sell paper ties. It's the kind of paper that burns the dead. At that time, the medical facilities were not complete, and the life expectancy of the elderly was not as strong as it is now, and they could still dance square dances for two hours in their eighties.

Speaking of square dancing. I can't help but want to say more, some time ago there was a news that a 50-year-old man had AIDS, and then infected more than 30 old aunts. After reading this news, I felt bad. I especially want to know what kind of means that uncle used, and whether he accepted apprentices.

In short, in twenty years, people have died quite diligently. The business of the Feng family is not bad, it is impossible to be well-off, and there is no problem at all with food and clothing. At that time, Feng Yuanshan was in his early thirties, it was the time when he was shrewd and capable, three of the four brothers did not ask for a wife, and his father and mother died early, and he, the boss, was anxious.

Especially every summer, when his three brothers looked at his daughter-in-law with that kind of look, Feng Yuanshan was even more anxious. The paper business makes a small amount of money, but if you want to make a lot of money, build a house and marry a daughter-in-law, don't even think about it.

So Feng Yuanshan wondered how to lead the three brothers to make a fortune? He also deserved this catastrophe, and happened to meet a stranger who came to them to hunt for treasure. This foreigner did not leave his name, and called himself Lao Jiu. Mengdao's brothers mistakenly love and call him the ninth master.

By chance, Feng Yuanshan talked to Jiu Ye, and Jiu Ye told him that there was a treasure under the water of the Yellow River nearby, and he couldn't catch it alone, so he wanted to find a few helpers. Feng Yuanshan was thinking about the extra money, and as soon as he heard that he was going to salvage the treasure, he immediately called his three brothers over.

The four brothers went to that station, all of them were tall and strong. The ninth master was very happy to see it, so he took out a deposit of 2,000 yuan on the spot, saying that he would be paid ten times after the matter was completed. Twenty years ago, 2,000 yuan was not a small amount, and it was more than enough to build three large tiled houses. At that time, I went to the construction site to move bricks, and it was only a few dollars a day.

The Ninth Master asked Feng Yuanshan to find a small boat first. The four brothers took turns to accompany him up and down the Yellow River, and finally determined the location of the treasure in a reed swing. It was early spring, the Yellow River was in a dry season, and the reeds were full of tidal flats. It's the kind of hard bang that stands on it. Stomping on two feet and swaying in the swamp.

Jiu Ye touched the reeds for two days and one night, and the meals were all made from Fengyuan Mountain, and finally determined a place with a radius of three zhang, saying that the baby was under here.

Now that the place is confirmed. Then dig it up. The ninth master also gave the second batch of deposits just right, and this time he was more generous, giving 1,000 yuan per person. The four brothers worked hard and dug down day and night.

The four brothers pretended to the people in the village that they were going to work in the city, and they deceived their eyes and ears, and then they cleaned up the mud here and salvaged the treasure.

Half a month has passed, and seeing that the spring flood is coming, the ninth master is also anxious, and he proposed to increase the number of people several times, but Feng Yuanshan refused. In this line of treasure holders, proficient in the five elements, yin and yang are well understood, the ninth master looks at the sky at night and finds that there will be a heavy rainstorm tomorrow, and his heart is even more anxious.

Coincidentally, at about eight o'clock in the evening of the same day, Feng Yuanshan shoveled down a shovel and shoveled hard objects. The four brothers hurriedly worked hard to clean up the hard objects in just over ten minutes.

It turned out to be an iron coffin.

As the old saying goes, if you don't see a coffin, you won't cry, and this ninth master came out with tears as soon as he saw the coffin.

"That's what you call baby?" Feng Yuanshan asked.

"Yes, the treasure is in the coffin, there are three pieces in total, and each one is worth a fortune." The ninth master wiped his tears and said.

"Now that you've dug up the baby, then you're still crying, aren't we getting rich." After saying that, Feng Yuanshan is going to open the museum.

Seeing this, the ninth master hurriedly stopped him, saying that the coffin could not be opened, and then the ninth master gave the 20,000 yuan promised in advance to the four brothers.

"This matter is over here, you four fill the mud back up, don't tell anyone about this again, remember that this coffin must not be opened."

Jiu Ye is not a treasure master, so he immediately gave up the treasure at his fingertips and left Beihu Village overnight.

The ninth master can be reluctant, but the four brothers of Fengyuan Mountain are reluctant.

The whole family went out together, and before the wind and rain came, the iron coffin was dug out again...; …;