urban titan

There has been no ventilation for a long time, and there is a faint musty smell in the room. The old lady is used to living here, so she may not feel anything, but Chen Dasheng feels a little stuffy.

"What's the matter, tell me quickly!" The old lady sat down on the edge of the bed and asked Chen Dasheng.

Chen Dasheng looked around, pulled the small stool by the table and sat down familiarly, raised his head and said to the old lady, "Grandma, this, do you still remember the two books you gave me last time?"

"I don't remember!" The old lady said directly.

Chen Dasheng was a little stunned, and immediately said with a dry smile, "Grandma, why don't you remember? It's only been a dozen or 20 days!"

The old lady said lightly, "Don't you know? I have Alzheimer's disease. Don't talk about ten or twenty days ago, I can't remember what happened two days ago."

"Grandma, don't tease me, I know you must have something to hide from me!" Chen Dasheng smiled wryly, and said directly, "There are a few pages stuck in that book, it should be left by grandma?"

The old lady didn't change her expression when she heard this, but she pretended to be blank and said to Chen Dasheng, "That book is made of paper, do you still want to find gold in that book?"

"Grandma, don't pretend, I know you must have put those pages in there, I just want to ask, what is the origin of those pages, why did you put them in the book?" No matter how the wife covered it up, how could Chen Dasheng believe her, this matter was completely a lice on the monk's head, it was obvious.

"What are you pretending to do? I don't have the time to play tricks with you. If I say I don't know, I don't know. I'm old, can I still lie to you? If that's what you want to ask, then you can go. Don't disturb my rest here." The old lady said to Chen Dasheng while coughing, her tone seemed very impatient.

"I burned those pages!" Chen Dasheng said directly.

"What?" The old lady heard this, her voice suddenly increased several decibels, and she stood up from the bed.

Chen Dasheng was taken aback. He knew that the old lady would react, but he didn't expect the old lady's reaction to be so great.

"I was warming up by the fire at home during the Chinese New Year. I couldn't understand those pages. I accidentally fell into the fire and burned them!" Chen Dasheng said to the old lady in a very serious tone. But there was a very smile on his face.

"What you said is true?" The old lady's complexion has darkened, her hands are tightly holding the crutches in her hands, as if she is suppressing the anger in her chest.

Chen Dasheng nodded and said, "At first, I thought that grandma put those pages inside, but now that grandma says no, it's fine. I was worried for a long time."

"Bastard!" Before Chen Dasheng could finish speaking, the old lady went into a rage for a long time, and just listened to the voice to argue, waving the crutch in her hand, and waved it towards Chen Dasheng.

"Grandma, what are you doing?" Chen Dasheng grabbed the crutch in the old lady's hand, "Didn't you say that those pages have nothing to do with you? Why are you so angry?"

"Get angry? I'm going to kill you. Do you know what that is? You actually set it on fire!" The old lady looked furious, as if she really wanted to beat Chen Dasheng hard.

Chen Dasheng's strength is great, and the old lady's strength is in Chen Dasheng's hands, so it can only be described as insignificant, "Grandma, calm down, I'm teasing you, I didn't burn those few pieces of paper."

"No fever?" The old lady held her cane high, her haggard face was full of astonishment.

Chen Dasheng nodded hastily, "It's really not burning. What I said just now was just because you didn't admit it, so I just gave you a shock."

"Really?" The old lady couldn't believe it.

Chen Dasheng grinned, "Grandma, now you should admit that you put the paper inside, right?"

"Did you really not burn those pages?" The old lady ignored Chen Dasheng and continued to ask.

"Don't worry, it wasn't burned. I guessed it was you who hid it all the time. How could I accidentally burn it?" Chen Dasheng replied helplessly.

The crutch in the old lady's hand was finally put down, took a few breaths, and slowly sat back on the side of the bed. After a long silence, she said slowly, "Yes, I did put that thing in it, if you don't want it , give it back to me now."

"Uh!" Chen Dasheng hesitated, and then smiled, "The so-called elders don't dare to resign, how can I not want what grandma gave, I just want to know where grandma got the things recorded on the paper here."

"Where did you get it, is it important?" the old lady said lightly.

Chen Dasheng smiled when he heard the words, "If grandma doesn't want to say more, I won't ask too much. I'm just curious. Is it true that as grandma said last time, the ancestors of your Shen family are really the legendary Shen Gongbao Immortal?"

The old lady coughed again after hearing this, Chen Dasheng was not in a hurry, he quickly picked up the kettle on the table and poured a glass of water for the old lady.

"Ugh!"

After taking a sip of water, the old lady's cough subsided a little bit. After panting for a while, she calmed down slowly, sighed, and said with a wry smile, "Shen Gongbao? You said that, but who knows? Say it, you You might find it ridiculous, but I remember Xiaomao'er's grandfather once told me that my Shen family ancestor was a great cultivator, do you know what a cultivator is?"

Two empty eyes looked at Chen Dasheng, Chen Dasheng nodded slightly, "Of course I know!"

Taoist priests, monks, martial artists, cultivating Taoism, Buddhism, and martial arts are different, but no matter what they practice, they all come to the same goal. They all serve the same purpose. Through their own understanding and the assistance of external forces, they can promote the evolution of life and transform themselves Become more powerful, with a powerful force and a long lifespan that ordinary ordinary people can't imagine.

The old lady went on to say, "It is said that the ancestor was one of the best cultivators-the Immortal. With that ancestor, the lintel of the Shen family was once glorious, but for some reason, the Shen family gradually declined. I don’t know if the legend is true or not. Those pages of paper in your hand are said to have been passed down by that ancestor. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the ancestors migrated from the mountains to the provincial capital to settle down. It was a troubled time and many people died. Relying on the secret technique on paper, they gained a great reputation in the whole of Shu, and the Shen family slowly began to prosper again. Unfortunately, within a few years, they encountered wars. In 41 years, an air raid in Japan wiped out this Everything came to naught..."

The old lady spoke slowly, about how the Shen family went from prosperity to decline, then from decline to prosperity, and then to decline again. Chen Dasheng also listened quietly, without interrupting her.

"In that air raid, many members of the Shen family died. The only ones who survived were Xiaomao'er's grandfather Shen Yingtian and Yingtian's grandfather Shengong. Besides some female relatives, the rest died cleanly. Yingtian was still alive at that time. Little, the Shen family is run-down, and in order to make a living, my grandfather had no choice but to dig graves when he was helping people find dragons and acupuncture points!" The old lady paused when she said this, drank her saliva, and seemed to be immersed in it. In memory, there is not much to say.

Unexpectedly, there is such a story in Shen Jiazu, Chen Dasheng felt somewhat emotional, seeing that the old lady stopped talking, he asked, "Grandma, did the stick you gave me also come from Shen Jiazu?"

"You said that stick!" The old lady had a daydream expression, as if she was looking for that distant memory. After a while, she came to her senses, patted her head, and said, "I remember it was about seven years ago, It's been a long time, and I can't remember clearly. Although the Shen family has settled in Rongcheng for a hundred years, their ancestral house is not in Rongcheng. That summer, there was a heavy rain for seven days and seven nights. The ancestral house had not been repaired for a long time and was washed away by the water. When the little cat's grandfather got the news, he took his sons there. When he came back, he pulled back a big iron stick. Several times."

"So, that stick is really an heirloom of the Shen family?" Chen Dasheng said.

The old lady shook her head, "I don't know about that either. I remember Ying Tian said that it was originally a pillar of the tower of the old house's ancestral hall. It used to be ten feet high. I don't know what happened, but it got smaller and smaller. Then it became what you saw, but..." (To be continued.)