Outside the Taoist temple with white walls and black tiles, a ninety-fifty new Porsche 911 was parked, and Cheng Youliang, wearing a windbreaker, leaned on the door in a chic manner, with a faint smile on his face.

The eldest brother Ma Zhongcheng went in again.

Not only can he continue to be in charge of his eldest brother's wealth, but he will also continue to comfort his sister-in-law tonight.

That's right, it's to comfort my sister-in-law. As early as three years ago, on a stormy night, Cheng Youliang had already turned your wife's self-support into a reality.

"Wow, the car is pretty good."

Zhang Wei, who was wearing a Taoist robe, walked out of the Taoist temple with a big grin.

Cheng Youliang mistakenly thought that Zhang Wei was an official Taoist priest of the Taoist Temple, arched his hand, and said with a smile: "This Taoist chief, I am here to meet the Taoist chief of Chu, please pass it on my behalf." ”

Zhang Wei shook his head, walked closer, and put his arm on Cheng Youliang's shoulder in Cheng Youliang's surprised gaze.

"The Taoist already knows you're coming, come in with me."

Cheng Youliang was a little resistant to Zhang Wei's weird self-acquaintance, twisted a little, didn't get rid of Zhang Wei, frowned: "I don't know what to call Chang?" ”

"I'm a lay disciple, you can just call me Zhang Wei, the Taoist is still waiting" Zhang Wei took Cheng Youliang to the Taoist temple.

"Meow" suddenly made a cat meow, which startled Cheng Youliang.

"A cat scares you like this," Zhang Wei teased.

Cheng Youliang smiled awkwardly and didn't say anything.

Entering the Taoist temple, a small maple leaf forest blocked the way, and Cheng Youliang, who had not seen the woods last time, was stunned.

At this moment, Ma Zhongcheng came out of the woods.

"Big Brother"

Cheng Youliang was taken aback.

The eldest brother, who has obviously gone to prison, is here to appear, it's too unbelievable.

"Cheng Youliang, you can't find a job, I took you in, you don't have enough money to marry your wife and buy a house, I don't blink my eyes and lend you two million, I go to prison and hand over my wife and children to you to take care of, you take care of the bed, the foundation I have worked so hard to lay, you smile grandly, I'll go to you"

Ma Zhongcheng suddenly pulled out a knife from behind his back and pounced on him with a hideous face.

Cheng Youliang came to see Chu Feng, he didn't bring anything, and in a panic, he pushed Zhang Wei violently, turned his head and ran.

"Where to run"

Ma Zhongcheng caught up with him at a strange speed and slashed at Cheng Youliang's leg, blood gushing out.

"Dao Chief, help, Dao Chang Chu help ......"

Cheng Youliang shouted for help while crawling on the ground in a hurry.

"If you cut your throat, no one will come to save you"

Ma Zhongcheng slashed at Cheng Youliang's other leg again, and the knife slashed into the bone, and the pain can be imagined.

Cheng Youliang screamed and fainted.

Ma Zhongcheng cut again, Cheng Youliang woke up, fainted again, and lasted more than ten times.

In the end, Cheng Youliang lay motionless on the ground.

Ma Zhongcheng, who was covered in blood, transformed into a black cat with shiny hair.

Zhang Wei walked over, waved his hand, and Cheng Youliang, who was miserable on his body, disappeared from the wound, as if he was lying on the ground and falling asleep.

"This thing's heart is really strong, and it took a long time to be scared to death."

The black cat sighed.

It turned out that everything just now was an illusion created by Zhang Wei and the black cat.

"The corpse was thrown in a car to the bluestone mountain 80 miles away, creating the illusion of falling off a cliff and dying."

Zhang Wei said in his mouth, and the person walked back.

"Do you need to go through so much trouble?"

The black cat was puzzled.

Zhang Wei walked back, carried Cheng Youliang's body, and disappeared into a gust of wind, and when this gust of wind passed by the gate of the Taoist temple, he also took the Porsche with him.

Soon, on a cliff about 300 meters high, Zhang Wei's figure appeared, and the Porsche was thrown on the trail not far away.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust"

Zhang Wei threw the body down directly.

……

The next day, Su Shi, a great writer with a sunny and gloomy expression, came to see Chu Feng alone.

In the quiet and silent Dan room, where incense was burning, Chu Feng sat cross-legged.

"Dao Chief, Su has a request?"

Su Shi made a gesture as soon as he entered the door.

It was the first time for Chu Feng to see Su Shi like this, and said with a smile: "What kind of thing is it that makes Su Daci so solemn." ”

Su Shi was silent for a while and said what he meant.

Missing his dead wife.

I hope that Chu Feng, who has great powers, will help resurrect him.

"Poor Dao can't help you"

Chu Feng shook his head and refused.

Su Shi showed a look of disappointment, and after a while, he retreated and said: "Su has been degraded during his lifetime, and he has not been able to go back to the grave of his deceased wife to take a look. I hope the Taoist will cast a spell and give me a ride. ”

This is okay, Chu Feng nodded in agreement.

Three poles on the sun, in a mountain forest in the great west, the graves all over the mountains, in an inconspicuous corner, a tomb that has experienced thousands of years of wind and frost, stand quietly, as if waiting for the return of her husband.

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation......"

Su Shi walked to the grave in a daze, and unconsciously recited poems in his mouth.

Out of pity for Su Shi, Chu Feng pointed out, awakening Su Shi's dusty memory.

At that time, he was nineteen years old, young and talented, high-spirited, and it was easy for him to gain fame.

At that time, she was sixteen years old, at the age of flowers, full of yearning for a simple and beautiful future.

At a poetry meeting, he showed his hand slightly, which attracted the applause of the literati present.

She, along with a few good sisters, looked at him from a distance, and there was a very wonderful feeling in her heart.

He didn't notice her, his attention was always on his classmates and the pleasing poems.

A few days later, he learned from his father that the media had already said that he was going to get married, before going to the capital to participate in the imperial examination.

With his free and easy personality, he thought for a while and agreed.

At the wedding, he looked at her who came with a red hijab, and his heart throbbed, this will be the person who will stay with him for the rest of his life.

Is she pretty?

Is she gentle?

Will she understand herself?

At night, in the cave room, he held the weighing rod and lifted the red hijab, and his shy and beautiful face made him both worried and happy.

The days after marriage, there are sweet, there are dull, when he reads, she will make a pot of good tea, sit aside and look at him quietly, sometimes see him distracted, will take the initiative to remind him of the omission, night falls, she is shy and active, he thinks he is a happy man, I don't want to, when his career is just on the right track, an illness took her young life, and at the age of thirty he became a poor widower.

Later, although he married another man and took many concubines, her status in his heart has always been the highest.

Men always have special feelings for their first woman.

"Dao Chief, I want to stay here and accompany Fu'er"

Su Shi, who relived his memory, had tears in his eyes.

"Okay, these things are left to you"

Chu Feng put down some spirit fruits and turned to leave.

The next day, Chu Feng returned, and was surprised to find that Su Shi had a bald head overnight.

"Poor Dao seals this place with a formation, the people inside can go out, but the people outside can't go in, when do you want to go out, you can leave directly."

Chu Feng put down some spirit fruits again.