How did such immense wealth fall into my family?

Chapter 24 Another person is about to descend to the eighteenth level of hell.

Master Daoyi sighed inwardly. His little disciple had really gone mad from chanting scriptures. "Do you assume someone is a real beggar just because you hear they're begging outside Longhua Temple?"

Hongzhi: "..."

Master Daoyi glanced at Hongzhi. “Your second senior brother is going on a journey in a few days. You should go with him.”

"Yes."

"Don't tell anyone that the grandfather and grandson are fake beggars."

"Yes."

"Go and prepare."

"Yes."

After Hongzhi left, Master Daoyi recited a sutra for those who had forced Gousheng to pretend to be a beggar, hoping they would wake up as soon as possible and stop in time.

On the other side, Qian Laifu was also chanting scriptures.

Although his granddaughter was naturally warded off evil spirits, and his father would protect them, he still wanted an extra layer of protection. They were going to a mass grave.

The little dog, Sheng, started chanting along with her grandfather. First, she had nothing better to do. Second, chanting with her grandfather would surely put his mind at ease. Third, if Buddha really heard them, he could send them a martial arts master as soon as they arrived, so they wouldn't have to stay in the mass grave.

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

The grandfather and grandson went for half a month without encountering anyone, let alone finding the person they wanted to pick up.

The puppy, Sheng, reflected on his actions.

Xiaogou Sheng felt that they shouldn't only go at night.

Because those responsible for dumping people in mass graves were probably also afraid and dared not go at night.

Sure enough, Qian Laifu and his grandson were able to meet the person a few days later.

Qian Laifu and his grandson saw a horse-drawn carriage stop by the roadside in the distance.

After the carriage came to a stop, an old woman got off, carrying a basket in her hand.

The grandfather and grandson exchanged a glance and quickly climbed to the spot they had chosen beforehand.

On the other side, the old woman looked at the man driving the cart and said, "Wait for me here. I'll come back after I throw this bastard away."

The man responded and leaned against the carriage, closing his eyes. He hadn't gotten up this early in many years.

The old woman, carrying a basket, walked to the mass grave and was about to throw it away when she saw the child inside moving. She muttered, "This bastard is really tough," and tried to pinch him again.

The old woman had just placed her hand on the baby's neck when she heard a sinister voice laughing as it spoke: "Hehehehe... Another one is going to the eighteenth level of hell. Hehehehe... Another one is going to the eighteenth level of hell. Hehehehe..."

The old woman's hand froze instantly.

Seeing that the old woman still hadn't run away, Little Dog Sheng said in a sinister tone, "Make your move, my eighteen levels of hell are too empty. Hehehehe... Make your move, my eighteen levels of hell are too empty. Hehehehe..."

The old woman dropped her basket and ran. Her voice trembled as she ran, "He's still alive! You can't take me to the eighteenth level of hell! He's still alive! You can't take me to the eighteenth level of hell..."

In a short while, the old woman disappeared without a trace.

After seeing that the old woman had disappeared, Qian Laifu wanted to pick up the little baby.

Little Dog Sheng quickly grabbed him. "Don't move. That old woman's shoes are very clean; she must have come by carriage. The driver might not be scared by me."

"That little baby..."

"If that coachman knew martial arts, the three of us would be finished."

Qian Laifu dared not move. He still didn't know where his eldest granddaughter was. And if anything happened to his younger granddaughter, how could he face her father?

On the other side, the man driving the carriage was fast asleep when he was suddenly shoved hard. "Hurry up! Hurry up!"

The man driving the carriage nearly fell off. "What happened?"

As the old woman climbed onto the cart, she cried out, "The ghost messengers... the ghost messengers are... they're arresting people. Hurry!"

The man driving the carriage was startled. "A ghost messenger is arresting people?"

"Yes. Hurry up, hurry up. If we're too late, we won't be able to leave."

The man quickly whipped the horse, and it immediately galloped off.

The old woman breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the horse start running. "That scared me to death! I'm telling you, I'll never do anything like that again!" She didn't want to go to hell. She needed to donate more money to the temple. She had done some bad deeds in the past. She hadn't thought much of it then, but now…

The old woman regretted it more and more.

In the blink of an eye, the carriage had traveled two miles.

The man driving the carriage was catching up on sleep, and the old woman was acting as if she was running for her life, so the man did as she said without thinking.

The man who had been driving the carriage for a while regained his senses. Once he was awake, he realized something was amiss. "Whoa..." The man pulled the carriage over to the side of the road.

When the old woman saw that he wasn't leaving, she immediately cursed, "You old fool, why aren't you leaving? Do you want me to be dragged to the eighteenth level of hell by the ghost messengers, and then you marry a little vixen?"

The man driving the carriage wiped his face. "What nonsense are you talking about? I just feel something's not right. Aren't ghost messengers only out at night? How come they're out in broad daylight?"

The old woman had no time to think about any of that. Her mind was completely filled with the sinister laughter of the little dog, Sheng. "You just want to wait until I die before you marry another woman. Are you leaving or not? If you don't, I'll tell the mistress you're helping the master swindle money from her."

The man driving the carriage: "..." This old woman is terrified. "It's not that I don't want to go, it's that I'm afraid someone is playing tricks on me."

"Who would go to a mass grave to play ghosts? You just want to marry a younger woman."

The man driving the cart thought to himself, "What if someone's bored enough to go to the mass grave and scare people for fun?" Then he looked at the old woman and said, "I swear, if I had that thought, may I be struck by lightning, okay?"

The old woman's mood improved a bit. "You really don't have that intention?"

"No, really. Right now, all I want to do is find a good job for our son and a good husband for our daughter. I don't have time to think about anything else. Calm down. You know, those young masters in the capital like to do something unusual when they have nothing better to do. That ghost messenger you met might just be one of those young masters in disguise."

The old woman thought about it and realized it wasn't impossible.

But what if it’s true?

Furthermore, since the child didn't die, it means he wasn't meant to die. If she insisted on killing the child, she might be punished.

The old woman thought it over and over and decided that they should leave immediately.

As for that child...

She strangled the child to death in front of the lady of the house. She didn't even tell her husband that the child had recovered.

Even if the child were to survive by chance, the lady would never know.

Thinking of this, the old woman looked at her husband and said, "Then we need to leave even faster. If they recognize us as servants of someone else, do we have any chance of survival?"

The man picked up the whip and lashed it out. "Giddy up!"

In the blink of an eye, the carriage had vanished.

On the other side, the puppy waited for more than an hour before getting up from the ground when no one came.

The grandfather and grandson walked over to the basket and looked at it.

There was a naked baby in the basket.

The baby was covered with a cloth, and there was a large handprint on his neck.

Qian Laifu took the baby out of the basket. "Those people are really cruel. If you don't want it, you can give it to someone else."

The baby grunted twice when he realized someone was holding him.

Qian Laifu took out a water bag from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and fed the baby some water.

The baby was noticeably better after drinking water.

Qian Laifu was relieved. "This child will survive."

The little dog, Sheng, also thought the baby was in good health. "Grandpa, we can't possibly raise him while we're stuck in this mass grave."

"Yes. Let's find him a good family."

"We're not familiar with this area, so we have no idea which families are good."

"what is it now?"

"We only have one option now."

"What can I do?"

“Give him to Master Daoyi.”

Master Daoyi: Thank you.

Qian Laifu: "That's right! Master Daoyi is a highly accomplished monk. If Master Daoyi is willing to adopt this child, the child will have someone to rely on in the future."

"Yes. Master Daoyi will also have another lively and adorable little disciple."

Master Daoyi: Thank you.

Although the grandfather and grandson said this, they were actually quite guilty. Master Daoyi didn't owe them anything.

Qian Laifu: "How about we raise it ourselves? We don't have much of a relationship with Master Daoyi. This child looks quite sturdy; he should be easy to raise."

The puppy stroked the baby's chubby face. "Alright. If Master Daoyi doesn't want it, we'll raise it ourselves."

Thank you for correcting my mistake, my dear. May you be as beautiful as a spring flower.

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