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    Fortunately, the "mouth punishment" played by Mo Ran himself was not fully heard by Chu Wanning.  All the nonsense, barely let him get confused.

    When I returned to my bedroom, it was already very late, Mo Ran took a nap, and went to morning practice the next day.  After morning repairs, it's his favorite thing in the morning: early morning.

    Meng Potang, the place for breakfast, gradually became more crowded as the morning practice was disbanded.

    Mo Ran sat opposite Shi Mo, Xue Meng came late, and the position next to Shi Mo was taken by other people, so he had to sullenly face, reluctantly sitting next to Mo Ran with his breakfast.

    If you want Mo Ran to talk about the most subtle part of the mental method of the peak of death and life, he will definitely say: There is no need for bigu in this sect.

    Unlike many other sects in the upper cultivation world, the peak of death and life has its own way of cultivation, and there is no need to fast if you don't abstain from meat and fish, so the food in the sect has always been plentiful.

    Mo Ran drank a bowl of spicy and delicious oil tea, sipped the crushed peanuts and crispy soybeans along the side, and a plate of browned and crispy fried buns in front of him, which was specially called for Shi Mei.

    Xue Meng squinted at Mo Ran, quite mockingly: "Mo Ran, I didn't expect you to stand out after entering the Red Lotus Hell. It's amazing."

    Mo Ran didn't look up: "Then you don't look at who I am."

    "Who are you?" Xue Meng sneered, "Master didn't break your leg, so you are so crazy that you don't know which onion you are?"

    "Oh, I'm Onion, so what are you?"

    Xue Meng sneered: "I am the chief disciple of Master."

    "Did you seal it yourself? Hey, I suggest you go to the master to get a seal, frame it and hang it on the wall as an offering. Otherwise, wouldn't you feel sorry for the title of chief disciple?"

    With a click, Xue Meng broke the chopsticks.

    Shi Mei hurriedly talked to the side: "Stop making noise, let's eat quickly."

    Xue Meng: "huh."

    Mo Ran smiled and learned from him: "Huh."

    Xue Meng was furious and slapped the table: "You are bold!"

    Seeing that the situation is not good, the teacher hurriedly pulled Xue Meng: "Young master, so many people are watching, let's eat, don't fight."

    These two people don't match each other. Although they are cousins, they pinch each other when they meet. After the teacher persuaded Xue Meng, he was bitterly sandwiched in the middle to ease the atmosphere and talk on both sides.

    Ask Xue Meng for a while: "Young master, when will the cat raised by the madam be born?"

    Xue Meng replied: "Oh, you said Ari? My mother made a mistake, she was not pregnant, she ate too much, she just looked like she had a big belly."

    Teacher Mei: ""

    After a while, he asked Mo Ran again: "Ah Ran, do you still want to work with Master today?"

    "It shouldn't be necessary, everything that needs to be tidied up has been tidied up. Let me help you copy the house rules today."

    The teacher smiled and said: "Why do you still have time to help me? You still have a hundred times to copy."

    Xue Meng raised his eyebrows, and looked at the teacher who had always kept his own place in surprise: "Why do you have to copy the rules?"

    The teacher showed embarrassment, and before he had time to speak, suddenly, the humming conversation in the dining hall suddenly fell silent.  The three of them turned their heads and saw Chu Wanning enter Meng Potang fluttering in white clothes, walked to the vegetable cabinet expressionlessly, and began to pick out snacks.

    The dining hall where more than a thousand people dined, there was one more Chu Wanning, and suddenly it was as quiet as the cemetery.  The disciples were all dumbfounded, and even if they wanted to communicate, they all spoke very lightly.

    Shi Mo sighed softly, looking at Chu Wanning holding a tray, sitting in the corner where he would sit as usual, drinking porridge silently, and couldn't help but say: "Actually, I think that Master is sometimes quite  pitiful."

    Mo Ran raised his eyes: "How to say?"

    "Look, no one dares to approach the place where he sits. When he comes, no one dares to speak loudly. It was fine when the Lord was around. But when the Lord is not, he has no one to talk to. He is not alone.  very?"

    Mo Ran snorted: "That's what he asked for."

    Xue Meng was angry again: "How dare you mock Master?"

    "Where did I mock him? I'm telling the truth." Mo Ran gave Shi Mei another fried bun, "With his temper, who wants to stay with him."

    "you¡ª¡ª!"

    Mo Ran looked at Xue Meng with a hippie smile, and said lazily: "Not convinced? If you are not convinced, sit down and have a meal with the master, don't sit with us."

    One sentence blocked Xue Meng.

    Although he respects Chu Wanning, like others, he is more afraid.  Embarrassed and annoyed, but unable to refute, he could only kick the legs of the table, sulking with himself.There is a place in the village, we, we dare not go again - the Taoist priest will know it when he sees it, it is really evil, it is really"

    Chu WanNing interrupted: "Where?"

    The couple hesitated for a while, stretched out their hands, and pointed tremblingly at the shrine where the ancestors were worshiped in the house: "That's right there"

    Chu Wanning took the lead in the past, followed by Mo Ran and Shi Mei, and the Chen family followed far behind.

    Pushing open the door, the inside is very similar to the incense houses that some rich families would worship gods and ancestors. There are several rows of spiritual tablets densely arranged, with pale everlasting candles burning on both sides.

    All the tablets in this room are engraved with inscriptions, painted with yellow paint, and write the name of the deceased, as well as their ranking status in the family.

    These spirit cards are written in a very regular manner, showing the ancestors to test the spirit of a certain Taifu Lord, and showing the test of the spirit of a certain House Lord.

    But only the spirit tablet in the middle, the words on it were not carved and then painted, but wrote this line of words in bright red:

    The spirit of Chen Yanji.

    ? Yangshangren Chen Sunshili

    The Chen family hiding behind the Taoist priest may have been lucky, and timidly took another look at the shrine where the white silk was flying, only to see the words painted on the tablet again, and collapsed immediately.

    Mrs. Chen wailed loudly, and her youngest son's face was so pale that he didn't look like a living person.

    This tablet, first, the writing is not in accordance with the etiquette system, and second, the characters on the tablet are crooked, like ghostly symbols written by a person when he was drowsy, almost illegible.

    Shi Mei turned his head and asked, "Who is Chen Yanji?"

    The youngest son of the Chen family cried behind him and tremblingly said, "Yes, it's me."

    Chen Yuanwai cried as he said: "Master Dao, that's how it is. Ever since Zhongzi left, we discoveredthe ancestral temple has an extra spirit tablet, and the names on the sign are all the names of living members of our family. This name  As long as it appears, within seven days, that person will be in trouble! When the name of the third child appeared on the tablet, I locked him in the room, sprinkled incense ash outside the door, and invited someone to do it. I tried everything  It's passed, but the seventh day! He's still dead for no reason, just like that!"

    The more he talked, the more excited he became, the more frightened he became, and he knelt down with a plop: "I, Mr. Chen, have never done anything harmful to the world in my life. Why did God treat me like this! Why!"

    Shi Mo felt sad, and hurried to appease the crying old man, while raising his head and shouting softly: "Master, look at this"

    Chu Wanning didn't look back, he was still looking at the spirit card with relish, as if a flower could bloom on the spirit card.

    Suddenly, Chu Wanning asked: "Master Yang, Mrs. Chen Sun, are you talking about you, Mrs. Chen?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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