Subsequently, I chatted with He Jianhua for a while, and the relationship with him was also familiar, his character seems to be good, he should be the special car driver next to Jiang Ye, he doesn't talk much, but when it comes to the old hero, the words will become more, presumably, he also respects the old hero very much.

"Brother Jiu!" Stammered and called me in the back seat.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"I heard from the people in the town that some places are particularly particular about carrying coffins, and we are just eight immortals who have just entered the industry, so we should not be qualified to carry the dragon coffin for the old hero." When he stammered this, he glanced at He Jianhua a few times.

I nodded and said, "I'll ask in detail when I meet Jiang Ye!" ”

When he heard me say this, he didn't speak again, but his eyes kept stopping on He Jianhua, as if he wanted to see something from him. ”

All of a sudden, the car was quiet, none of us spoke again, because the car was driving slowly, at 12 noon, our group arrived at Lujia Village.

This Lujia Village is said to be a village, but in fact it is similar to our town in Hengyang, there are hundreds of households, the houses in the village are mainly red bricks, all white exterior walls, and the sitting orientation is more intricate, what makes me strange is that the top floor of these houses is pasted with red tiles.

In front of the village is a two-lane road, through the direction of Quyang, there is a toll station at the entrance of the village, our car just arrived at the entrance of the village, two security guard-style people, stopped us, asked: "Which family's car?" ”

He Jianhua rolled down the car window, took out a red notebook from his arms, handed it over, and said, "Come for Lu Lao Hero, the three children in the car are the companions that Jiang Ye named." ”

The security guard took the red book and glanced at it, and then glanced at us, he seemed to know that the old hero and Jiang Ye saluted us and returned the red book.

"Thank you!" He Jianhua thanked him and drove the car into it slowly, and as the car drove into the village, I found that this Lujia Village is simply like those urban villages, very wealthy, and it is better in the greening area, almost every house has some trees at the door, so that the air here is the same as our countryside.

"Brother He, is this Lujia Village really a village?" I asked He Jianhua in surprise.

He nodded and said, "Yes, the village is very wealthy, and there are many big bosses living in it, and those big bosses have made money and made a lot of contributions to their hometown, of course, the main reason is that the old heroes live here." ”

I nodded thoughtfully, and asked him how long he had been in this village, and he said that he had come in the second half of last year, and he had been staying in this village with Jiang Ye during this time, and he was very familiar with many villagers, and he was half of Lujia Village.

While we were talking, the car stopped at the door of an ancestral hall, and we got out of the car one after another, and I looked at the ancestral hall.

Compared with the beautiful houses around it, this ancestral hall looks a little old, it is the kind of adobe brick, about three stories high, there are two stone lions placed at the door, it looks very domineering, and there are two guards standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall, holding guns in their hands.

"Why are you so serious!" I asked He Jianhua in a low voice.

He glanced at me and said lightly, "There are thirty top metaphysical masters in the country and their companions in the ancestral hall, so they are naturally more thoughtful in terms of safety. ”

After speaking, he took out the red book from his pocket and handed it to me, and said, "When you enter the ancestral hall, you will show this red book to the two guards, and Jiang Ye will have a meeting in the ancestral hall."

"You're not going in?" I asked, confused.

He smiled bitterly and said, "Only thirty metaphysical masters and their companions can enter, I don't have that qualification, you go in quickly, remember, don't embarrass Jiang Ye." ”

I nodded, didn't speak again, took the red book from his hand, which was printed with a Xuanzi in golden font, opened it and looked, it read, Name: Jiang Tiansheng, Nationality: Han, Nationality: Hengyang City, Hunan Province, the lower right corner is a golden imprint, China Metaphysics Association.

I was stunned, isn't Jiang Ye a master carver? How did you get involved with the Metaphysical Association?

"Don't be stunned, go in quickly, don't let Jiang Ye wait too long." He Jianhua urged.

I hummed, pinched the notebook, and led Guo Fatzi and stammered towards the ancestral hall, and as soon as I arrived at the door, I heard a very fierce quarrel inside, "The old hero is not dead, how can there be a reason to prepare for the funeral first, isn't this a curse to his old man." ”

"Plan first and then act, be prepared, you must discuss it now."

"I agree with this proposal, the government let us old guys, plant a foundation for the old hero to prolong his life, where do you know that it has failed, and now the government is very angry, if there is a problem with the funeral again, we will lose face to grandma's house this time."

"It's only spring today, and there are still three days before the death of the old hero, and we are making a lot of noise here, what do we look like, Luo Blind, you are blind here again, Lao Tzu threw you out."

Listening to these quarrels, I was especially drunk, I always thought that those metaphysical masters must be like masters, but now in this scene, where are the masters, it is clearly the shrews of the vegetable market scolding the street.

I sighed and showed the guard the red book, who gave me a military salute and motioned for me to enter. The inside of this ancestral hall is not very big, thirty square meters, and there are two Eight Immortal Tables in the middle, those metaphysical masters sit next to the Eight Immortal Tables, and there are three people standing behind them, which should be the so-called companions, it is worth mentioning that these people are all wearing dark gray Mao suits.

Sitting on the top is an old man, about seventy years old, with a ruddy complexion, a particularly long white beard on his chin, and a visual inspection of ten centimeters, on his left side sits an old man in his sixties, with a childish face, it is Jiang Ye, and on his right is a hunchbacked old man, Granny Qiao.

Seeing these two familiar people, I was about to say hello when I saw Joyce behind Granny Qiao, her face was a little haggard, and there was a little sadness between her eyebrows.

She seemed to notice my gaze, turned her head and glanced at me, her face was happy, she strode over, hugged me, her voice was a little excited, and said, "Ninth Master, you are finally here, I thought Grandpa Jiang lied to me." ”

I moved in embarrassment and said, "You are still so reckless, there are so many people!" "To tell you the truth, I wanted to push her away, but when I think of her fierce force, I admit it.

Besides, I haven't seen Joyce for a long time, and in my spare time, I still think of her occasionally, after all, I used to do a live burial with her.

"Yo, will the Ninth Master still be shy?" Joyce laughed.

"Ahem, this is an ancestral hall, not a place to talk about love, young people should pay attention to proportion." These words were said by the old man sitting at the top.

"The Flowing Cloud Dao Leader is teaching a lesson." Granny Qiao smiled apologetically at the old man, glared at Joyce, and said, "Not yet." ”

"Okay!" Joyce reluctantly said a word, and walked over to the Granny Joe.

PS: There will be more tomorrow!