The foreign painting saint explained in a deep voice: "Yes, aren't you curious why your grandfather was able to turn the Zong family into a legendary antique family in just over ten years!" ”

"Of course, part of it has to do with his own fortunes, and part of it has to do with the book!"

"It records all kinds of rare treasure identification methods, and also provides some rare feng shui methods, and your grandfather relied on these records to create an era of his own!"

Zong Qiqi was a little incredulous and flipped it open in front of me.

I could barely see some of the things written on it through the angle of the light, but the more I looked down, the more I felt hairy!

The things recorded in this are exactly the same as a certain part of the "Twelve Dragon Classics"!

This......

What's going on?

My heart was full of incredulity.

Judging from the appearance of this Van clamp, although the precipitation of the annual rings of the years can be clearly seen from the shell, it is probably a postmodern product from the perspective of craftsmanship.

Then there is only one possibility.

This Sanskrit folder is recorded on the rubbing, which is part of the "Twelve Dragon Sutras"!

"The Twelve Dragon Sutras" is a feng shui secret technique handed down by my ancestors, not to mention rubbing, even the real product was burned by my parents after I memorized it.

Now, I've seen some of them!

It's in the hands of Old Man Zong!

This is a little hard for me to accept.

Because I had never heard my parents say that the Twelve Dragons had been circulated, or that they didn't even know about it.

But it is not difficult to guess that the reason why Old Man Zong was able to get this thing must have his own circumstances, which enabled him to support the Zong family to this point.

Moreover, the content in it is actually not comprehensive.

I watched Zong Qiqi flip through one by one, and all the words recorded on it were written in cursive, with some annotations added.

"I've never touched these things, and I've never heard my grandfather mention them......" Zong Qiqi said in surprise after reading it.

"Of course, because your grandfather once told me that this thing can only be touched by the head of the sect family, it is not only a strange book, but also a hot potato that ignites the body, if you don't have absolute confidence to keep it, staying by your side will only kill you!"

"Do you know what kind of sensation this thing will cause if it is released to the outside world, or if it is known to others?"

The tone of the foreign painting saint is very solemn.

But I was sneering in my heart.

Stir?

Don't say it's a sensation, I'm afraid the entire feng shui world will become a mess, the kind that has never been seen before or since!

Old Man Zong hid it, which is indeed excusable.

According to Zong Qiqi's temperament, if you get this kind of strange book, there is only one end, and that is to kill yourself.

Hearing the words of the foreign painting saint, Zong Qiqi seemed to suddenly remember something, and said in a trembling tone: "Uncle Jerry, do you want to tell me......"

"My uncle, they have worked hard to compete for the position of the head of the family, but not for the family property of the sect, but for this book!"

Clever!

I guessed this when the foreign painting saint took out this rubbing!

The doubts related to the Zong family completely surfaced.

Why did that Duangong master refine the old man of the sect into a corpse?

Why did Zong Hengshan's son hide Old Man Zong?

Why did the high-level of the huge sect become a mess, not to mention, and handed over the family business to others?

I'm afraid that's why!

Someone wants to find this so-called strange book!

Poor old man Zong, it can be said that he was guilty of his crimes, and he died with hatred.

Zong Qiqi, who learned the truth, kept rising and falling in her chest, obviously a little unacceptable, she gritted her teeth and said, "Just because of this thing, is it worth ruining the entire Zong family?" ”

The foreign painting saint sighed: "Maybe it's worth it, maybe it's not worth it, but who knows, Qiqi, uncle advises you not to get caught up in emotions!" ”

"You still have a way to snatch the Zong family over!"

Zong Qiqi hurriedly asked, "What way?" ”

The foreign painting saint said word by word: "Take it and go to your second master!" ”

Zong Qiqi's beautiful eyes shrank: "My second master? Didn't my second master already ...... a long time ago."

The foreign painting saint smiled: "Dead? No, he's not dead yet, your grandfather kicked him out of the sect family after he had a conflict with him, and he hasn't been heard from since, but your grandfather has been trying to contact him all these years, and I barely know some of his whereabouts! ”

"Your second master was also a legend back then, if he can take you back to take over the Zong family, it may be of great help to you!"

"It's just that before your grandfather passed away, he met with your second master, and your second master clearly said that he has nothing to do with the Zong family, so that the people of the Zong family should stop disturbing his purity, you may have to put some effort into this!"

"If you want to blame it, it's your Uncle Jerry who is not a member of the clan family, and there is no justifiable reason to help you, so I can only make this decision!"

When Zong Qiqi heard this, his expression became extremely tenacious, and he tried to hold Tuoben and said, "Uncle Jerry, you have helped me a lot!" ”

"Please tell me the whereabouts of the second master, even if I kneel and beg him, I want him to go out of the mountain to help me!"

The foreign painting saint didn't say a word, and wrote down the address.

Then, a few things were also highlighted.

Zong Qiqi's second master has a very strange temper, stubborn and persistent, and parted ways because of a disagreement with her grandfather when Zong Qiqi was not born.

About six years ago, the old man Zong found his whereabouts, learned that he was doing business in Zhejiang Province, and wanted to meet him, but the second master not only did not agree, but also said that he had long since lost his surname Zong.

Zong Qiqi wanted to invite the other party out of the mountain in this situation, which can be said to be even more difficult.

However, this seems to be her only way, if you add the rubbings of the "Twelve Dragon Sutras" in her hands, and the fact that the old man Zong was killed, there may be a chance.

That night, we said goodbye to the foreign painting saint, and returned to our accommodation with the gold he bought in exchange for the painting.

Because the little Qiao Niang Sichuan restaurant is too popular, it has specially increased the staff of the night snack stall, and it is still brightly lit.

As soon as I walked to the living room, I saw Sister Mei'er with a sad face, and when she saw us coming, she looked up and said, "I inquired about it, the person who controls the Zong family behind the scenes is the West Ghost Niang!" ”

West Ghost Niang!

My body shook.

There are four pillars of east, west, north and south.

Sichuan God, Qi Xian, Northern Camel Demon, West Ghost Niang!

A person who controls the wind and rain in the Western Regions actually appeared at this time?

"Is that the person named Zong Ningyan?"

I asked, tensing my body.

Sister Mei'er nodded, and then looked at Zong Qiqi: "The current situation is very bad, the Zong family is worried about internal and external troubles, I'm afraid it has become the target of everyone!" ”

"I don't know the purpose of the West Ghost Niang, but she must want to get something to cross such a long distance to meddle in the affairs of the sect!"