Entering the Fu Lin Men Restaurant, the muscular man led the two of them straight to the attic. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are four tables in the attic, and only the table closest to the window is seated.

There were three diners, and a bearded old man in his sixties was sitting next to the wall, dressed in a well-dressed robe, embroidered with countless longevity characters and cranes of different sizes.

Leaning against the window was a young man, with a bookish face, neatly dressed, and although he had a beard, his facial features were obviously childish, and he was estimated to be twenty-five or sixteen years old.

The young man sitting between the two of them was about the same age as the bearded young man, dressed in a yellow robe, which had been washed by pulp for a long time, and looked very old, with a few small hairy holes in the cuffs.

The muscular man didn't like to be polite, so he dragged a chair directly from another wine table and sat down among the three of them, snatching the cup of the yellow-robed Taoist priest with his rough hand and pouring it into his mouth.

The Taoist priest didn't drink, and the muscular man poured a full mouthful of tea, poofed, and all of it squirted out.

The three of them laughed.

The muscular man grimaced, snatched the cup from the bearded scholar and drank it, and said to him as he drank: "Master Liang, I brought you business, and this wine must be mine." ”

"Do you want the meat to belong to you?" The bearded scholar known as the Liang Craftsman stretched out his hand and put the plate containing half of the soy sauce duck in front of the muscular man, and continued to laugh: "Fu Linmen's signature soy sauce duck, if you don't taste it, it won't be fragrant if you have wine." ”

"Yes, of course!" The muscular man was not polite, he broke off a duck leg and stuffed it into his mouth, there was wine and meat, and the muscular man looked satisfied.

Seeing the muscular man's joy, everyone stopped paying attention to him.

Master Liang beckoned Xiao Er to add two chairs and chopsticks to the banquet for Murong Bai and Man Tianxing.

After they sat down, Master Liang spoke: "Let the two of you laugh, my name is Liang Hanhai, I studied the builder industry, and studied under Master Chaoji of the Ministry of Industry in the capital, don't look at my age, I have returned to my hometown last year." This rough man who is good at wine is the brother of my shopkeeper, his surname is Huang Minggui, you can just call him Agui. He led the civil engineering in my hands. ”

Murong Bai nodded and shouted at Huang Gui: "Agui, hello." ”

Man Tianxing is young, so he has to call him your brother.

Liang Hanhai turned his hand, turned to the elder, and continued to introduce: "This is Mo Fangqing, Master Mo. He was in charge of town street planning in the yamen. However, all civil works must be approved by Lord Mo before they can be started. Today you are coincidental, Brother Peng, Peng Daochang is also here, looking at the feng shui of the house. Do you want to overhaul or renovate, or build new?"

Murong Bai stood up, and after saluting the three masters, he said slowly: "Hello adults, my name is Murong Bai, and here is my cousin Mantianxing." Because the ancestral house of the family has been unmanaged for many years, and no one has lived in it, many ear rooms and walls have collapsed, only the beams of the main house are intact, whether it is overhaul or renovation, I am afraid that there will be a laborer to check and inspect it in person. ”

Liang Hanhai nodded: "Where is the ancestral house?"

"Zhennan effect, at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. Murong spoke in the vernacular.

Everyone was so surprised that they all put down the cups and chopsticks in their hands, and Mo Fangqing asked with a solemn expression, "Are you talking about the ghost house?"

Murong Bai knew that he couldn't finish his sentence here, and after adjusting his mood slightly, he responded: "Exactly." But don't worry, yesterday I asked a Taoist priest to exorcise the ghosts. ”

Daoist Peng was suspicious: "Where did you come from, our Daoist in Shabai Town, who is specially responsible for the identification of monsters, went to the ghost mansion to subdue the demon several times, but he failed to subdue it." The Taoist priest you invited is so powerful, why don't you bring him up to sit together?"

Murong Bai raised his wine glass and saluted to Daoist Peng, and said with a smile on his face: "Originally, I also wanted to invite him to a banquet." It's just that we came all the way from Huangshan, and there are not many entanglements on our bodies, and after exorcising ghosts yesterday and today, after paying the money, the Taoist chief hurried back to his hometown. The contemptible people also deeply regret it. ”

Peng Daochang thought about it, it seemed to make some sense, so he gave Murong Bai a glass of wine in return.

Mo Fangqing was very curious: "You said that the haunted house is your family's ancestral home, do you know what happened in this house?"

Murong Bai shook his head and replied truthfully: "Although it is my family's ancestral home, my cousin and I have never been to Shabai Town, just because my grandmother has explained before she passed away, and I hope that someone will come back to worship our ancestors, otherwise we will not have this opportunity to visit here." Dare to ask Master Mo, what happened to my ancestral home?"

Mo Fangqing didn't answer Murong Bai's question for the first time, he first looked at Daoist Peng, then at Liang Hanhai, and finally took a sip of wine, and when he smacked his lips, his eyes glanced at Daoist Peng again.

After getting Peng Daochang's acquiescence, Mo Fangqing said slowly: "The matter of your ancestral house, I only heard it when I was a child, and I was only twelve or thirteen years old at that time, maybe it is not so accurate, if you want to listen to it, just listen to it as a story, don't take it seriously." If there is something wrong, please bear with me. ”

Murong Bai gave Mo Fangqing another glass of wine and said with a smile: "Where is Lord Mo, because it is rare for the younger generations to understand the events of the year, my grandmother has not remembered much in her early years, even if our juniors ask, she can't answer a few words." Our parents sent us to repair our ancestral house so that we could drink water and think about the source. Today, there is Lord Raumo. ”

Mo Fangqing looked into the distance, and memories floated away.

Fifty years ago, at the age of thirteen, he was already a well-read boy in the town.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, a monster came to the center of the town and captured the young master of the Murong family to the mountains.

On the second day, the third day, the Murong family, who had not seen the young master's return, almost dispatched the whole family to find the remains of the young master, but they did not find it for more than a month.

A month later, a lady who was in charge of the Murong family began to kneel in the square and hold up signs to look for people.

Whether it was sun or rain, she would be there every day, kneeling.

Mo Fangqing has also met a few times, because his parents did not let him get close to the Murong family, and later went in and out of private schools or shopping, and never went to South Square again.

He remembered that the lady was skinny and blind.

Murong Bai quietly put his hand under the table and squeezed it into a fist. Hearing this description, he knew that Mo Fangqing was talking about Qian Meizi, so he deliberately sighed: "Poor lady, she actually cried blind in order to find the young master." ”

Mo Fangqing shook his head: "Where is it, I have also heard that the young master is her relative, but her eyes are definitely not blind crying, it was blinded by an alchemy Taoist priest of the Murong family." I heard that the Taoist priest blinded her with medicine in order to take away the money. Gee... Later, I don't know when it started, but anyone who passes by the foot of Nanshan Mountain will meet a ghost mother-in-law, in fact, people like our older generation know that it is the resentment of the eldest mother. ”

Murong Bai poured a few glasses of wine, pretended to choke, wiped his frowning brows with his hands, and after quickly adjusting his mood, he said, "It's all poor people." No wonder when I exorcised the ghost last night, the old Taoist asked me to repair the ancestral house and make sure to bury her beautifully. It turned out to be this reason. ”

Mo Fangqing waved his hand and said, "No, no." It's not been a day or two since this haunted mansion has been rumored. Nowadays, Shabai Town is a human wrong, if you have a grand funeral, you will definitely make a big splash and attract criticism. I suggest you keep a low profile. ”

Murong Bai endured his grief and had to nod his head and say yes again and again.

Next, there were several rounds of toasting, and Huang Gui couldn't stand the etiquette of the literati and inkmen, so he put down the wine glass and wanted to mention the amount of money for repairing the house.

Liang Hanhai never interfered with Huang Gui's use of money to talk about things, so he silently sipped wine on the side.

Huang Gui looked at Murong Bai and talked well, and when he opened his mouth, he carried the contractor and materials, overhauled, renovated, and added design and labor, and the price was seven hundred taels of sterling silver.