The mountain road was difficult to walk. When we arrived at the foot of Qifengling, Fang Xiaoyu helped Mrs. Fang get out of the car. While carrying something to pay homage to Mrs. Chen, she helped Mrs. Fang walk slowly along the excavated mountain road.

The steps are covered with moss. Obviously, there are not many people going up the mountain on weekdays. It is normal to think about it. After all, there are many tombs buried here. If nothing goes wrong, who would come to this mountain?

He secretly made trouble so that Mrs. Fang would be easier when she went up the mountain, so after walking through the steps several miles, Mrs. Fang was just a little bit a little.

Although there are only a few miles of mountain roads, if Mrs. Fang is really allowed to leave in person, with Mrs. Fang's physique, she can't bear it.

At first glance, you can see graves around. These graves are orderly, with cypress trees evergreen, and a mountain breeze blowing by, which adds a bit of sadness.

It would be fine in broad daylight, but if you come here at night, Fang Xiaoyu can guarantee that you will definitely encounter ghosts.

At least some of the tombs that Fang Xiaoyu passed by was shrouded in a faint layer of Yin Qi, which could gather Yin Qi. Obviously, there were ghosts.

However, these ghosts are pure and not contaminated with blood evil spirits. Obviously, these ghosts are not contaminated with human lives. Even if they are ghosts, they are some ghosts with good intentions.

Such an excellent Feng Shui treasure land is easy to breed ghosts, so it is not surprising that Fang Xiaoyu is found here.

At the same time, Fang Xiaoyu can be sure that the reason why Mrs. Fang dreamed of Mrs. Chen before was definitely that Mrs. Chen deliberately asked Mrs. Fang to dream of Mrs. Fang.

However, the ability of this old lady Chen to achieve such a level is definitely not comparable to ordinary ghosts.

After all, even the ghost king who is comparable to the great master may not be able to do it. I really don’t know what the power of this old lady Chen is.

According to Mrs. Fang, Old Mrs. Chen has only passed away for more than twenty years. Normally, no matter how hard he practices, he cannot become the body of a ghost king in just twenty years.

Fang Xiaoyu became more and more curious about her aunt.

Mrs. Fang said with some confusion: "Chenger, we will find the tombs everywhere in the mountain."

I thought I could easily find the tomb of Old Mrs. Chen, but who knew that there were so many tombs in the mountains? At first glance, there were dozens of places of various sizes, and there were even more tombs in Mianmian Mountains.

There are many tombs in the mountains, most of which are old tombs that have been around for many years. Those tombs look a bit dilapidated, obviously because no one takes care of them all year round.

Once the incense is cut off, no one will come to take care of it, and gradually even the tombs will be destroyed. This is the scene of the incense being cut off. Unlike some tombs that have been hundreds of years old, although they look a little broken, they are extremely neatly maintained, with weeds everywhere, and incense can be vaguely worshipped.

Mrs. Fang couldn't help but sigh: "My son got married as soon as possible, so that his family would be spread out. It would not be that my mother would not even have a single descendant to pay tribute to her a hundred years later."

Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but smile bitterly when she heard this. The old lady always likes to think about random things when she gets older. She only considers what happened a hundred years later.

Mrs. Fang said: "Your aunt has two sons and three daughters, and she is also full of descendants. A hundred years later, it will be full of incense."

Fang Xiaoyu curled her lips and said in her heart: That may not be the case.

At least Fang Xiaoyu doesn't think people like Chen Mingtong will remember to come to visit Mrs. Chen every year to visit Mrs. Chen.

After walking for a while, I still didn't see the tomb of Old Mrs. Chen. At this moment, Mrs. Fang was also a little tired. When Fang Xiaoyu saw it, she saw a pavilion beside the road and said, "Mom, let's go over and rest for a while, and then continue to rush."

Mrs. Fang nodded and saw Fang Xiaoyu holding a basket containing the things used for tribute, saying, "Cheng'er is tired, let's take a rest here."

Sitting in the pavilion, Mrs. Fang looked tired, while Fang Xiaoyu was watching. Judging from Fang Xiaoyu, Mrs. Chen's husband's family was the most powerful in Lianyun County at the time, so the cemetery he chose must be the best place in Qifengling.

Judging from his achievements in Feng Shui, if we say that the best Feng Shui of Qifengling is located between a mountain several miles away.

If the judgment is not bad, Old Mrs. Chen should be buried there.

Suddenly, fog rose from the mountains, and a faint slight wind blew by, and Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but frowned.

However, the Yin Feng was not harmful. Fang Xiaoyu didn't care, but just stared at the mountain road covered by fog.

A faint noise came, and Fang Xiaoyu looked calm. He wanted to see what would happen next.

Soon, a group of people were carrying eight-carrying sedan chairs. They were several strong sedan chairmen. In front of Jiaozi were two maids carrying big red lanterns. The maid was wearing brocade clothes and had a good temperament. The two in the front and four in the back were all the way, and just looking at the posture was extremely extraordinary.

As his eyes swept across these people, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Fang Xiaoyu's mouth.

The sedan chair soon approached the pavilion, and it was naturally impossible to hide the movement of Mrs. Fang.

Mrs. Fang looked at the group of people coming from the fog with some confusion, and said with confusion: "Chenger, they are..."

Fang Xiaoyu smiled slightly and said, "Mom, it's okay. Maybe someone is going up the mountain to worship his ancestors and are going down the mountain."

However, Fang Xiaoyu's eyes fell on the old lady in brocade clothes walking in front. The old lady didn't look like an old man at all, with extremely light steps, especially when the other party headed straight to the pavilion.

When the pavilion was almost several feet away, the sedan chair stopped, but the old lady slowly came towards the pavilion.

Fang Xiaoyu just looked at him calmly and did not stop the other party from coming.

Then the old lady Jinyi stepped forward and said to the somewhat confused Mrs. Fang, "But Mrs. Fang in Jiuhua is above? I've been worshipped by the old slave."

As the old maid Yingying continued for a week, Mrs. Fang was a little confused. After reacting, she quickly stood up and said with some silence: "You... have you recognized the wrong person?"

The old lady just looked at Mrs. Fang and said, "The old lady's family is surnamed Fang, and she lives in Jiuhua City. Is it to meet Mrs. Chen?"

Mrs. Fang nodded subconsciously and said, "I am indeed here to pay tribute to Sister Ying."

Old Mrs. Chen’s boudoir name is Ying. Before getting married, she called Cui Ying. Fang’s wife was a teenager younger than Cui Ying, so she called her sister.

The old lady said respectfully: "That's it. We have come to welcome the guests by the order of the Grand Lord and invite them to the sedan chair."

Mrs. Fang was a little confused about what was going on, and subconsciously said to Fang Xiaoyu: "Cheng'er, we...them..."

Fang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Mom, since someone comes to pick us up the mountain, we can't ignore the kindness of others."

As he said that, Fang Xiaoyu made the decision for Mrs. Fang and said to the old nanny: "This nanny, please lead the way."

The old lady looked at Fang Xiaoyu in surprise and said, "Please come with me, Mr. Cousin."

The confused Mrs. Fang Xiaoyu followed her and turned around and went up the mountain.

Fang Xiaoyu's eyes swept across these people, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and muttered softly: "It's interesting, it's really interesting."

Only he could hear Fang Xiaoyu's muttering, and these people were all looking straight, and they seemed extremely disciplined. The speed of the sedan chair was extremely fast, and several miles of mountain roads were just a cup of tea.

As soon as the mountain road turned, a wealthy and gorgeous house appeared in sight among the misty clouds.

Just before the house, the group seemed to be waiting there. The leader was a woman with great wealth. Her face looked red, with a dragon-headed crutch in her hand, and behind her were maids and servants, and there were at least dozens of people.

When he saw the sedan chair slowly coming, the old woman showed a hint of joy on her face and took a few steps. The two beautiful maids beside the old woman quickly followed carefully.

The sedan chair fell, and Fang Xiaoyu helped Mrs. Fang down from the sedan chair. Mrs. Fang looked around with some confusion. It was really too unexpected that such a wealthy mansion appeared in front of her. However, when she saw the old woman standing not far away, Mrs. Fang couldn't help but be stunned.

Almost subconsciously, Mrs. Fang exclaimed: "Sister Ying!"

The call of Sister Ying was sincere, and the old woman opposite also showed joy and emotion on her face when she heard this. She walked forward a few steps and looked at Mrs. Fang with great joy and said, "Min Girl."

Mrs. Fang's body trembled. She liked to follow Cui Ying in her childhood, and Cui Ying took great care of her and always called her a girl.

Now Mrs. Fang felt as if she was in a dream, and she actually saw Sister Ying, who had long been dead here.

"Sister Ying, you are not..."

The old lady took a few steps forward, grabbed Mrs. Fang's hand, looked at Mrs. Fang and sighed, "After more than twenty years of separation, you are old now, girl Min."

Although I don’t know what happened, Mrs. Fang could be sure that the person in front of me was definitely her cousin Cui Ying. She was delighted and said to Fang Xiaoyu beside her: "Cheng'er, come and see your aunt quickly."

Fang Xiaoyu was looking at Cui Ying, and when he heard this, he stepped forward and said to Cui Ying, "Nephew Fang Xiaoyu has met his aunt."

Old Mrs. Chen looked at Fang Xiaoyu, nodded slightly, and said with satisfaction: "Okay, very good, girl Min is really lucky, good boy, let your aunt take a good look."

Fang Xiaoyu stood in front of Old Lady Chen with a calm expression, allowing the other party to look at him, but there was a turmoil in Fang Xiaoyu's heart. He never expected that the Old Lady Chen in front of him was actually an existence comparable to a ghost immortal.
Chapter completed!