The group walked up the mountain, and Chen Yang whispered: "The mountain is being built on the mountain recently. Everyone, please don't disturb the workers' rest. Let's go around there."

Fu Ying and Meng Wanli nodded, and the middle-aged man said impatiently: "I understand, hurry up and go up."

Then he murmured in a low voice: "A group of poor brick-moving people really take up space, and they have to take a lot of more roads."

The sound is very small and no one hears it.

But Chen Yang heard it.

He turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man and continued to walk up the mountain.

It was difficult to walk on the road late at night. After walking for nearly two hours, they arrived at the top of the mountain.

Meng Wanli did not rush to burn incense for his master. Since he was rescued by his master, he would go in and sing a stick of incense whenever he saw the Taoist temple, no matter how big or small.

This has become a habit.

Meng Wanli stood in front of the Taoist gate, looking at the four big characters on the door plaque, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Good characters."

After he entered, the middle-aged man behind him cut "What a fart."

When she entered the hall, Meng Wanli looked at the two hundred and incense sticks written on the sign and touched it in her pocket, but she didn't have any money.

He was a little embarrassed.

Fu Ying handed over two pieces of money and said, "Professor Meng, I'll lend it to you first."

"Thanks."

Meng Wanli smiled gratefully, but the middle-aged man said, "What are you borrowing or not? Professor Meng sent you two hundred yuan? I'll give it to you afterwards."

"Don't bother Director Gao, I have money." Meng Wanli said.

The middle-aged man quickly laughed: "Professor Meng, what does two hundred yuan mean to you? This young reporter is also ignorant, so don't be angry with her."

Meng Wanli didn't say anything, walked into the hall and put the money into the merit box.

Chen Yang stood aside and handed him the incense.

Director Gao called Fu Ying outside and said in a low voice: "Reporter Fu, why are you so ignorant? What does it mean to borrow? Professor Meng is short of your 200 yuan? If you can't even handle such simple interpersonal relationships well, you don't go to the plane to the northwest tomorrow."

Fu Ying frowned and said, "When will it be your turn to decide whether I will go?"

"Why did you talk to me?" Director Gao suddenly exploded, his fingers almost touched Fu Ying's nose: "This time I went to the northwest, do you know how many places do you want to accompany the TV stations?"

Fu Ying became more and more impatient, but he still kept his temper and said, "It doesn't matter how many TV stations are to me. You can't decide whether I will go or not. Is there any other thing? Don't talk to me if you have nothing to do."

"You, you..."

"No loud noises are allowed in the Taoist temple." Chen Yang said lightly at some point.

Director Gao glanced at the hall, Professor Meng was still inside, and he said in a bad tone: "Who is making a loud noise? My voice is so loud that I can't make people talk? What's wrong with doing at a young age? Be a liar in the world."

"A scammer?"

Chen Yang raised his brows, stared at his face for two seconds, and suddenly laughed: "I, a liar in the world, just know a little bit of physiognomy. Don't you see it?"

"Want to cheat me of money?" Director Gao snorted: "I really think I'm so burning with so much money?"

"What are you talking about?" Professor Meng walked down and asked casually.

Before Director Gao could speak, Chen Yang said, "This donor asks me to see his fortune for him."

"..." Director Gao wanted to say, I didn't.

Chen Yang said: "Donor, look at a thousand dollars, cash or transfer money?"

"I... cash." Director Gao gritted his teeth and took out a thousand yuan and handed it over. He was worried that his mother would criticize him.

But in front of Professor Meng, he had to show off his personality.

Chen Yang put away the money, used his physiognomy, and glanced carefully, and it was true.

Chen Yang could roughly see some clues without using his physiognomy before, but he didn't see them too carefully.

Now if you look closely, if you want to describe his face, it is the "Black Mountain Old Demon".

"How is my face?" Director Gao was a little impatient.

He didn't believe in this thing. If Professor Meng hadn't insisted on coming, he wouldn't have been idle and ran to climb the mountain in the middle of the night.

Chen Yang asked, "Don't want to hear the truth or the lies?"

Director Gao's eyes twitched slightly: "What do you mean?"

"I'd better tell the truth."

Chen Yang said: "Your face is an extremely rare appearance of losing money."

Fu Ying echoed: "How rare is it?"

Chen Yang said: "No one in ten thousand."

Fu Ying was surprised: "Is it so rare? Wouldn't it mean to spend all the money?"

Chen Yang nodded: "It's probably that, and there is a vague prison disaster."

Fu Ying said a long time and asked again: "Director Gao is so miserable? Taoist priest, is there a solution?"

Chen Yang shook his head: "I'm sorry, no."

Director Gao wanted to hit someone when he heard this.

This Taoist priest's mouth was so poisonous that he paid for it and even spoke nonsense.

If Professor Meng hadn't been here, he would have demolished all this Taoist temple.

The other entourage members also wanted to laugh.

They have no good feelings for Director Gao.

If we talk about this, Director Gao is not a medical staff at all, but a staff member of the Shudu Local Civil Affairs Bureau.

Because Professor Meng had previously publicly stated that he would set up a charity foundation, he volunteered to find Professor Meng to make this happen as soon as possible.

However, he acted in a proper manner in front of Professor Meng, but in front of others, he was like an old man.

Not only domineering, but also often treat them as servants.

What's even more excessive is that he would use this relationship to contact some patients' families, ask them to give themselves a red envelope, and then arrange for Professor Meng to perform surgery on them, or use this convenience to arrange for other chief physicians in the hospital to see a doctor.

"Discharging all the money, haha, the little Taoist priest is really good at joking."

Director Gao smiled indifferently: "Little Taoist priest, you are not doing this business. If you do this, you will never give you money to fools like me in the future."

Chen Yang smiled and said to Professor Meng: "Professor Meng, Master's tomb is in the bamboo forest behind him, I will take you there."

"Okay, trouble."

Chen Yang took a stack of paper money and incense and walked around the back from the gate.

The accompanying medical staff followed closely.

It was late at night, and there were deep mountains and forests. If something happened, they couldn't bear it.

Professor Meng came to the tomb, kowtowed three times at the tomb, and then lit incense and paper money.

He burned paper money slowly and kept talking.

Chen Yang also learned about what happened back then from his words.

Very ordinary thing.

When there was war, Professor Meng, who was only ten years old, was still a child in a small village.

More than a dozen Japanese guarded a village with more than one hundred people.

No villager dares to run away. They think that as long as they are obedient, there will be no problem.

I don’t know when the day begins, the Japanese suddenly start killing people.

He broke into the family casually, captured several people at the entrance of the village, announced in public that this family was a lackey of the Eighth Route Army, and then killed them all.

This happens every few days afterwards.

They are like frogs in warm water, waiting for death.
Chapter completed!