When Song Zhiqing heard Cheng Yong's reply, his face turned muffled and silently took the simple costume he handed over, without saying a word.

Cheng Yong advised carefully: "Master, what the Grandmaster said is reasonable. Aunt Bai died suddenly. Here he was buried here and let the masters in the temple be liberated and recite scriptures day and night, so that the aunt can be reincarnated as soon as possible."

"What do you know? Aunt Bai is the most timid and came out together. Now that I let her go, she is so scared." Song Zhiqing said and cried: "Why are the people who are still alive in the morning? In the blink of an eye, the yin and yang are separated by each other?"

Cheng Yong said: "I'm afraid that there will be a master chanting scriptures to save you, otherwise if this soul follows you back home, it will be scary. This will be a sudden death, so much resentment."

Song Zhiqing cried and the hair on his back stood up.

A gust of wind blew, his whole body was cold, and he shuddered and said, "This is not caused by me, no matter how much I complain, I can't blame me."

"I heard that this person cannot let go of the most important person, so I would not want to reincarnate. I thought that the ones my aunt couldn't let go of the most were you and Xiaowu Master, right?"

Song Zhiqing: “…”

I don’t say anything about the strange powers and the spirits. Don’t scare me, you dog slave.

"So, it's good to ask the masters to recite scriptures and salvation in the temple. Just set up a small spiritual seat in Youran Garden."

Song Zhiqing was panicked, but he still pretended to be unrepentant and said, "The Grandma said that. Do I still ignore the old man's words? Just make up like this, I just pity Lian'er."

He thought of the little things between the two in the past two years, just like dreams, and always felt that everything was dreamy, not as if it was real.

...

Regarding the news about Xingshan Temple, Song Zhiyuan had spoken to Master Buhui and then returned to the study and heard about it. He was depressed because of Buhui's blunt speech. When he heard Song Zhiqing's thoughts without any brains, a fire of namelessness jumped up.

"He is so affectionate, it is better to buy another house. If he wants to hold a funeral, he will issue an obituary. This will bring about his deep affection."

Jiang Fulai and Song Zhicheng looked at each other, and both of them felt trembling. The prime minister (the boss) could be said to be extremely angry, and he told the division so obscurely.

Song Zhicheng said: "Brother, you know that brothers are the ones who are the ones who are the most unscrupulous, even the fourth brother. To be honest, if he hadn't been with you for the past few years, how could he have reached his current position? We all know who he is, and if you are angry with him, that is not worth it."

He cursed on his lips and scolded Song Zhiqing in his heart. His mind was confused by shit. He was thinking about shit. He was a dignified fifth-rank official, why was he so confused?

It was obviously still good in Datong years, but when I came back, I was like a wild horse that broke away from my reins, becoming more and more uncontrollable.

Song Zhiyuan sneered: "Why am I angry with him? I thought that Bai Shi would just die like this, so he would be confused. But now it seems that Bai Shi's 'dead' will make this idiot remember her for the rest of her life and feel sad."

"Have Bai brought it back? When the third brother comes back, take him to the execution hall so that he can understand clearly and understand clearly what terrible masks the people around him are wearing, so as not to miss him with affection." Song Zhiyuan's voice was sinister. He was a loving elder brother, so he had to "care" his brother deeply.

Song Zhicheng listened and got goose bumps again.

The third brother is about to finish, and the eldest brother is going to make trouble.

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Chapter completed!