I cross the cold pond

He Dashan has just reached the age of not being confused, because he has dedicated more than half of his life to the charity he loves, and he has never married a wife and had children after he is over forty.

One of the people who sent invitations to everyone was the adopted son of He Dashan, who was rescued by He Dashan when he was abandoned by the pool more than ten years ago.

Mr. He Dashan has rescued countless children in his life, but this is the only one he officially adopted as an adopted son.

The other person is the housekeeper of He Zhai. His father took care of He Dashan from a young age, watched He Dashan grow up, went out with He Dashan to do business, and was always by his side when He Dashan decided to stay and help the refugees.

As he passed away a few years ago, the housekeeper took over his father's job after his father passed away and became the housekeeper of He Zhai.

Just after the opening time, a man of about forty or so came in at the door. He was leaning on a stick in his hand, and his feet were a little limp. After entering the door, he thanked enthusiastically: "Thank you for being invited."

The crowd in the courtyard spread out around Yanqing River. The people who came in looked around and walked straight towards the direction of Yanqing River. He clasped his hands and said, "Mr. Yan, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Xu Ziru was lazily sitting on a stone along the door, hearing Yan let out a chuckle in a quiet environment, his laughter was small but still abrupt.

It attracted the attention of several people, among them, the younger sister Linglong cast a naughty smile at him, and the third senior sister Liu Ying's eyes were as cold as iron.

Xu Ziru shrugged his shoulders with an innocent expression on his face.

Xiao An has always been at loggerheads with him, and when he seized the opportunity, he taunted him: "I don't know what Xu Ziru Xu Banxian thinks, so I just laughed?"

Xu Ziru sat on the stone and cupped his hands towards Xiao An, as if he didn't hear the sarcasm in other people's tone, he said humbly: "Master Xiao praised it absurdly, and I don't have any great opinions."

Usually he would reply with a few words, and his words were the most unforgiving, but now he stopped talking after he finished speaking, which made Xiao An feel a little uncomfortable.

He glanced at the unpretentious Xu Ziyou strangely. He was habitually trying to figure out whether this person was uneasy or kind. When he saw that this person was not well dressed, he changed the subject and asked a question pretending to be curious. Said: "I have something I want to ask. I have always heard that Tianjimen is the most disciplined. There are several books written on the rules of the gate. There are even children who say that 'Tianjimen can be illiterate, but they must be ignorant of the rules'."

Xiao An finished speaking with a smile to the three members of Tianjimen, then glanced at Xu Ziru, and clicked his tongue twice: "The appearance of a half-immortal really doesn't look like a person from Tianjimen."

Xu Ziru was holding three copper coins in his hands. He smiled and threw the three copper coins on the ground one by one. He glanced at him and said with a smile: "Xun up and down, fan the flames, master Xiao be careful that disaster comes out of his mouth."

Seeing Xiao An's unhappy face, he answered the other party's questions with a pleasant smile and said, "So I was kicked out~"

The reason why Xu Ziru acted like an idiot all day long, and was so arrogant after being driven down the mountain by Tianjimen, and even got the title of a half-immortal, was because this person was accurate in fortune-telling, and every divination was very accurate.

Although Xiao An looked down on this man's foolish attitude and his glib mouth, he was still a little convinced by Xu Ziru's fortune-telling ability.

Xu Ziru hid the three copper coins in his cuff, stood up from the rock, with some watermelon juice still on his cuff, and walked towards the lame butler.

Yan Qinghe, who was standing directly in front of the butler, said slowly, "It is inconvenient to discuss the internal affairs of Tianji Gate with Master Xiao in detail."

Xiao An was embarrassed for a while before he frowned, but it came to his heart again.

And Liu Ying, who was standing behind the Yanqing River with a cold face, also said in a cold voice with a straight face: "Xu Ziru is no longer a member of my Tianjimen, and the rules of Tianjimen can't control him!"

Dozens of scattered people in the courtyard stood silently, and the scene was a little awkward for a while, the lame butler smoothed things over: "No matter what, they are all guests from afar, and Master He Chan is waiting for you to go in the master's bedroom right now." .”

There was a servant leading the passers-by in front, and the crowd lifted their legs to leave. The lame butler stood behind the crowd, and Xu Ziru walked slowly with the crowd while supporting his fortune-telling banner as a crutch.

When passing by the lame butler, he seemed to accidentally hit the butler's arm holding the cane, and the butler's cane fell to the ground with a bang.

Going up freely, he bent down to pick up the butler's cane, handed it to the other party with a little apology, and said in a sly voice: "As soon as I entered the door, I faintly felt that something was wrong. This five yellows coming out of the middle palace is a big culprit. Omen..."

The housekeeper staggered forward from being hit by him, stabilized his body, took Xu Ziru and handed him the cane, and after hearing the words, he was about to open his mouth to find a way to crack it.

Xu Ziru pretended to be strange and asked: "Master Xiao didn't tell you before he entered the door? Qi Chi Zhensan's hexagram plate, gold overcomes wood, evil people are in trouble, relatives are against each other..."

The housekeeper asked as he walked, "Then how should the half-immortal solve this disaster?"

Shan Banxian walked slowly along with him, and sighed when he heard that the old god was on the ground stroking his fortune-telling banner.

The housekeeper asked again: "Sir, who do you think my master was murdered by?"

Xu Ziru glanced at him, with a half-smile: "Well——"

The butler silently took off an emerald green wrench from his thumb, handed it to Xu Ziru, and said with a smile: "I have heard that half immortals like gold and silver things. Half Immortals don’t dislike it.”

Xu Ziru didn't dislike it, he looked at the emerald green finger in the direction of the sun with great joy, and then stuffed it into his clothes with great joy. This finger is in good condition, and the price is definitely not cheap.

After Xu Ziru stuffed the things, he laughed until his eyes disappeared, and immediately said: "I didn't say that your master was murdered by someone..."

The butler paused: "This..."

Xu Ziru turned around and pulled up his own flag, stretched out a thin, straight finger pointing at the top two words of his fortune-telling flag, and said with a smile: "Everyone knows that Xu Ziru only knows good and bad fortune-telling, and I don't know anything else. .”

The butler stared at him for a while, and the two of them walked to He Dashan's bedroom while talking. The butler closed his mouth and walked forward with a cane.

Xu Ziru followed behind him leisurely, walked two steps and couldn't hold back and started talking again: "I see the butler is in good spirits, I think it's just after that?"

The butler paused in his walking steps, then straightened his back, rather proudly, and replied, "I'm almost fifty years old."

Xu Ziru let out an oh, expressing admiration in his mouth: "I really can't see it!"

The two walked slowly all the way to the master bedroom. Several younger Fu Anmen people stood around the door, and He Chan's intermittent narration could still be heard inside.

Xu Ziru passed the butler and walked into the door. He Chan sat by the bed, his face was pale, and he looked like he hadn't slept well for a long time.

The person lying on the bed is He Dashan, with a quiet face, lying on the bed as if he was just sleeping peacefully.

"A few months ago, my father came back from the outside and looked very happy. He kept talking about how great it was and what he found, but my father avoided talking about it when I asked in detail. That night before going to bed, my father ordered someone He boiled water for a bath and fell asleep early.

The next day, my father didn't wake up. I sent someone to ask him, but he was still asleep. I was quite surprised at that time. My father never sleeps too much.

After noon that day, there was still no movement in my father's room. I went to my father's room and found that my father could not wake up in his sleep. I hurried out to ask the doctor. The doctor came and said that he was fine. I don't know, I have invited many doctors in the past few months, but I don't know the reason, so I have no choice but to post a message asking everyone to come and help..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a female doctor from Wangyou Valley rolled up her sleeves and nodded calmly. He Chan, who moved a chair and sat aside, opened her eyes when she saw this, and then quickly got up to let the female doctor sit down.

The female doctor lowered her eyes and examined Da Shanren's pulse for a while, and finally got up: "The body is weak, there is nothing serious, it is not due to illness, and it is useless to seek a doctor. I can prescribe some nourishing prescriptions and boil them into pills." , take it every day, it can replenish your body, but if things go on like this, it might not be right to lie on the bed."

He Chan stood aside, nodding unceasingly when he heard the words: "That's right, that's why I asked Dong Bo to send a post for everyone to come. My He family is not a famous big family. I don't want to disturb everyone, but my father was kind to others all his life, I really couldn't bear him to lie down like this, so I busily worked as a horse doctor and posted posts to various sects and a few friends of my father..." He paused at this point, He raised his head and looked around at the people standing in the room, feeling a little moved, "Thank you very much for coming."

He was a little emotional towards the end.

Liao An is a kind and generous monk, and when he heard this, he put his hands together and began to comfort He Chan.

The female doctor got up from her seat. She knew that she couldn't solve the matter of He Dashan as a doctor, so she gave up her seat first, and walked to the door. The housekeeper, Dong Bo, immediately ordered the servant to take the man down to the house, still thanking him repeatedly. After sending them to the door, he said to the female doctor: "Some children in the charity hall are not feeling well recently. If you have time, can you go and see one or two?"

The female doctor nodded, and nodded in response. Originally, they Wangyou Valley had doctors who came to practice medicine and charity every once in a while. This was not a help, it was what she was supposed to do.

After the female doctor left, the monk An put his hands together and looked at the benevolent man lying on the bed. He twirled the beads in his hand for a moment, and finally murmured a few words, and then turned around and called Mr. An'an, who was evoking the spirit: "Almsgiver, come and see."

Mr. An'xi, who was dressed in white from head to toe, stepped forward upon hearing the words. His face was pale as usual, and a pair of dark eyes stared at the good man lying on the bed without blinking. He understood An's call to him. He didn't seem to hear, with a stiff face and deep eyes.

"Rest in peace benefactor, rest in peace benefactor?" Liao'an called out again.

After calling several times, Mr. An'xi moved his eyes as if he heard it, and he looked at An with a kind eyebrow and kind expression on his expressionless face: "What's the matter?"

"Come and see.

"Liao An motioned to him.

Only then did Mr. Anxi lift up his steps and walked towards the good man lying on the bed. His eyes scanned the circle of the good man lying on the bed, and he paused when his eyes fixed on the slightly undulating chest.

Then he took out a soul calling bell from his wide sleeve, bowed his body, stared at the face of the good man with a pair of dark eyes, then gently shook the bell in his hand by his ear, and then he held his breath Listen carefully for a moment.

"The soul has left the body."

He put the bell back into his sleeve, and said with a blank expression.

He Chan heard the words and immediately asked: "What should I do, what's going on?"

An Xi didn't respond, and An Xi stood aside to help explain: "It doesn't matter, since the soul has left the body, it's enough for An Xi's benefactor to summon the soul in the middle of the night."

When He Chan heard An's words with such confidence, his heart that had been in his chest for several months immediately fell, and he let out a sigh of relief, saying hello again and again.

Only after An'an came to Mr. An's side to communicate with him about the soul-calling, and expressed that he was willing to assist An's side at night.

An Xi nodded silently.