The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and she couldn't help coughing violently twice, and her dentures sprayed on the front windshield.

When the bus arrived at the bus stop, the old man rinsed his dentures with mineral water and said, "Young man, you have to worship God and find the wrong place."

We immediately turned around and came to the small junction up the hill.

The path up the hill had been blocked by weeds and thorns, and it was only after a few steps forward through the grass that I could barely make out a path.

As I climbed up the trail, I could tell from the terrain that there used to be a hardened road about five meters wide.

Inside the hardened road, weeds and vines grow in a mess.

In addition to this, there are pines and cypresses that have grown extraordinarily tall.

The pines and cypresses are evergreen, but they also attract shade, and low graves can be seen everywhere on both sides of the road.

There are many graves where the headstones have collapsed and are half buried in the earth, which has not been taken care of for a long time.

After walking for a while, I saw a dilapidated Taoist temple on the mountainside in front of me.

The walls of the Taoist temple are peeling off, the gate is hidden, and the courtyard is overgrown with weeds, so it can be seen that there are no pilgrims.

"Anyone?"

I shouted inside, but after a while no one answered, I pushed open the hidden door and stepped inside.

The Taoist temple is very poorly furnished, with three tiled houses in the north, a firewood house in the east, and a dry toilet in the southwest corner.

A corner of the tiled house collapsed, the courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the statue of Sanqing was cleared out of the door and piled up among the debris.

Murphy couldn't help frowning and covering his nose, "This broken Taoist temple has been abandoned."

The Taoist temple has been abandoned, but judging from the takeaway boxes, instant noodle seasoning packets, crumpled toilet paper and other household garbage in the sundries, there are still people living in it.

Even the Taoist chief of Qianshan has died, leaving behind an adopted son who is not a weapon, and the Taoist people take tea and cool, and everything is wrong.

It's a lot worse than I thought.

I hope that the seven-star life-sustaining lamp left by my grandfather has not fallen into his hands......

"Oh, big brother is going to play again, it's going to add money!" In the room, there was a woman's snorting and angry voice.

The middle-aged man said angrily, "Lao Tzu spent five hundred yuan, and you want to leave in just two minutes!?"

A woman wearing high heels, black ***, heavy makeup, and messy hair walked out of the house.

When she saw us, the woman's face was surprised, "Such a ruined temple, and there are still people to worship, what a ghost is really out of here."

A man with unkempt hair, a stubble on his face, a thin body, and a sallow face chased him out of the room.

"Xiaoli, we are an old relationship, I haven't been in a good state lately, and I haven't touched the taste for two minutes."

"Can't you delay a little longer, and have mercy on me one more time?"

The woman shook the banknote in her hand and said proudly, "As long as you have money, your aunt and grandmother can accompany you for as long as you want."

The man took out his empty trouser pocket, took out more than 50 yuan of change from his jacket pocket, and asked with a bitter face, "That's all I have, okay?"

The woman looked disgusted, "Fifty yuan, play with your mother!"

After speaking, the woman slapped the mosquito on her arm and said in disgust, "You are all mosquitoes on this broken mountain, and you don't even have a way up the mountain."

"Next time, it's rich, and the old lady is not uncommon!"

The humiliated man angrily leaned on the door frame and scolded angrily, "I'm not unfamiliar with your frame!"

"I think that when my master was alive, the Thousand Mountains Taoist Temple was full of people and famous!"

"A framer like you is not worthy of entering the temple gate!"

This person called Lian Qianshan as Master, presumably the old woman said that he was an orphan who was adopted by the Taoist temple twenty-eight years ago.

Hey, even Qianshan is unfortunate enough to adopt such a thing.

The woman rolled up her arms, crossed her waist with one hand, and pointed angrily at the tip of Lian Wenhe's nose, "What did *** say!?"

"Good men don't fight women!"

The door slammed shut, and Lian Wenhe hid in them silently.

The woman spat at the door and staggered away.

Murphy's face was full of disdain, "The old woman is right, even Qianshan's adoption of such a thing is the biggest failure in his life!"

After the woman left, the door opened again, and Lian Wenhe, who was wearing big flower pants and a tattered Taoist robe outside, walked out of it in a daze.

He had a flattering smile on his face, "Three, you're here to offer incense?"

Looking at his kidney-overdrawn face, I felt angry.

I said coldly, "I'm the old man of Lian Qianshan, and I've come to retrieve the things that were stored with him."

Suddenly, Lian Wenhe's face changed.

He turned around and entered the room, his tone becoming indifferent, "All my master left me is a few divine statues and a few Taoist robes."

"Take whatever you like."

Sun Mingjin was also unhappy in his heart, and said with his fists in his hands: "This kid is undercut!"

"Don't rush to do it."

I stopped Sun Mingjin and pushed open the hidden door and walked in.

Sure enough, after the huge incense case facing north and south in the hall, the statues of the three Qing gods have disappeared.

The huge bronze incense burner has been dismantled in half, and the remaining half also has traces of being cut by a saw.

You don't need to ask to know that the incense burner must have been sawed by Lian Wenhe and sold scrap copper.

A small room on the right, completely deserted.

On the left is Qianlong Bedroom, a network cable is pulled to the router on the floor, Lian Wenhe, who is wearing big pants, is lying on the bedside with a fan and playing with his mobile phone.

The bed was already dirty, and the place where Lian Wenhe had been lying had become a black and greasy human shape.

Mountains of garbage were piled up on the ground, as well as a few newly thrown paper balls.

Murphy covered his nose and muttered to himself, "I think in the first place, I was at the scene of the crime, and I was never so disgusting."

I sensed it, but I didn't feel the breath that belonged to the seven-star life-sustaining lamp.

I asked, "Where is the tomb of Lian Qianshan's predecessors now?"

A cultivator like Lian Qianshan, who has no family to inherit after death, may put the treasure in the tomb.

Lian Wenhe, who was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, didn't pay attention to me.

At this moment, the grumpy Murphy finally couldn't help it, and a sword suddenly slashed down, and the entire bed was split in two from the center and collapsed.

Lian Wenhe sat in the ruins of the wood chips, looking at us trembling blankly.

"You...... What do you want to do!?"

Murphy clasped his hands around his chest and said indifferently, "Hidden Dragon, you are just too kind-hearted."

"A guy like this has to let him know that he's scared before he can answer honestly."

"Alright, you can ask now."

I repeat again, "Where is the grave of Lian Qianshan's predecessors?"