Chapter 42 Chapter 42
There are indeed too many last words, so many that it is impossible for everyone to fully immerse themselves in grief.
There were so many that Tang Yang even suspected that this was a trap set by his A Yuan, who wanted to cooperate with everyone to test him or play a trick on him.
His son Yuan would sometimes act naughty. Who knows, that guy might be hiding in some corner right now, waiting to jump out and give him a "surprise" when he is crying bitterly.
Tang Yang couldn't help but let his thoughts wander. Should he pretend to cry a few times so that A Yuan would jump out sooner?
I don't know where he is hiding, whether he is depressed or uncomfortable...
On the phone, Yuan Tian’s “last words”, so weak that they were barely audible, were still coming out intermittently.
"Also...Also, my funeral will be held in the Buddhist temple..."
"Our Taoist temple... has a wide network of contacts, so we can, can receive more gifts..."
The head of the sect couldn't help but look at Yuan Tian who was vomiting blood again in the video and corrected him: "That's called Bo Jin, you silly boy!"
Yun Que beside him was full of admiration: "As expected of you, you are my uncle. You hit the nail on the head. You are truly a wise and shrewd man."
Hearing this, the head of the sect couldn't help but ponder: "That makes sense. With Xiao Tian's seniority, and the fact that we have connections with many Taoist temples, we should be able to collect a lot of money."
Xiao Jing floated out and voted against it: "No, if the boss's funeral is held in the Taoist temple, then I can't attend it."
Tang Meng was also a little worried: "Yes, Xiao Jing could easily be mistaken for an evil ghost and killed by people from other Taoist temples."
"But we have a wide network of contacts in Kongmen Temple. My uncle said that he can receive a lot of money!"
"No, who is more important, Bo Jin or Xiao Jing? He is your uncle's eldest son! No, no..."
"Yes, although I can't provide for the boss in his old age, are you going to deprive him of the chance to see him off in his later years? Woo woo woo, I won't do it..."
"Don't cry, you, you've been dead for so many years, why are you still crying so much? Why don't you let Mr. Tang say it!"
They looked at each other, reached a consensus, and turned their eyes to Tang Yang.
Being stared at by a group of people like this, Tang Yang remained calm and said coldly: "My lover's funeral will naturally be held at my home, and he should be buried in my family's ancestral tomb and share the same coffin with me in the future."
Tang Meng whispered: "Brother, our family doesn't have an ancestral grave."
…
There was an eerie silence at the scene. Only Tang Yang was confident of winning. "My family knows a lot of rich people, and the gifts are high."
Tang Meng agreed with this statement: "Yes, one is worth ten. Maybe a funeral can pay off Brother Yuan's debt."
The headmaster's eyes lit up and he was obviously shaken.
Tang Yang continued to push: "Hold it at my house, and we can invite Taoist priests to come. My old house covers a large area, so it is no problem to accommodate a thousand people."
The head of the sect made a prompt decision, "Okay, let's do it!"
Therefore, an agreement was finally reached regarding the funeral, and the atmosphere on the scene warmed up a lot.
Cong Shu wiped his sweat, raised his hand tremblingly, and said in a trembling voice: "Daoyou Yang An... seems not to be dead yet, right?"
“…………”
He was answered by a dead silence.
After a long while, Tang Yang, who had completely calmed down, turned to the headmaster and said calmly: "How do you usually deal with this kind of situation?"
"Summon the soul." The head of the sect answered with unexpected familiarity. "I have asked my men to set up an altar and will go to summon the soul in a moment. If the summoning fails, I will ask the ghost messenger to ask."
"What are the chances of success?"
The head of the sect hesitated for a moment before slowly saying, "If his soul was not taken away by someone, or if his soul did not leave on its own, then the probability of success is very high."
What he feared was the above two situations, and...the soul had already perished. However, he felt that the last situation was unlikely to happen. No reason, the scourge would last for thousands of years.
Tang Yang nodded and asked the headmaster and others to go and summon the soul first. He also had to deal with the consequences of his loss of control just now. He should compensate and comfort those who should be comforted.
He was so calm that he didn't look like a widow. Tang Meng looked at his calm appearance, and for some reason, she always had a bad feeling in her heart. The calmer he was now, the more terrible it would be if he burst out in the future.
Just like the broken glass on the ground.
No, she had to ask her brother to do something. Thinking of this, Tang Meng called her brother.
"Brother, do you want to go out for a walk too? Go to some of the places you used to go to, like a movie theater or something like that. Maybe Brother Yuan's spirit is in those places."
She was like a weird aunt coaxing a child, her tone was unnaturally gentle: "Anyway, you can't go into the ICU to see people until tomorrow morning..."
Tang Yang paused for a moment, then turned and walked towards the elevator.
Tang Meng clenched her fists. Success! She quickly winked at Xiao Jing, signaling him to follow. In case her brother went crazy, no one would stop him.
As for her, she naturally stayed and took over the aftermath from her elder brother.
At this moment, in the distance, in an old house with a quaint atmosphere.
Yuan Tian opened his eyes, floated in the air, and looked around at the unfamiliar environment.
This was a study room. In addition to a shelf of ancient books, there was also an altar that didn't fit in with the room. The altar was filled with various Taoist tools, including talisman paper, incense, candles, etc. He also noticed a small white round plaque lying on top of a piece of talisman paper - it was the one his master left him.
And under the altar is a soul-nourishing formation that glows with a faint blue light.
He pressed his forehead and thought about what had happened before with a headache. After thinking for a long time, he could only remember that he had completely lost consciousness before he finished his last words after being carried to the ambulance.
Judging from the situation, he was probably dead, but I don't know how he appeared in such a place after death.
Looking at the familiar formation on the ground, Yuan Tian had some guesses in his mind. He opened his mouth and shouted loudly into the void: "Old man, come out!"
The door opened in response, as if the person outside had already guessed that he would call for help and had been waiting there long ago.
The person who came in was an old man in Tang Yi with white hair but a very energetic look. He just smiled and waved his hand: "I'm here, my good disciple."
really!
Yuan Tian rushed forward without saying a word, condensed his soul and beat him while cursing.
"You bastard old man! You're playing missing, right? You're still in debt, right? You're cheating your apprentice, right?"
"Hey, hey, hey, be gentle, your master's body is made of paper, you can't hit him!"
"Oh, it's broken, stop it, you little bastard! Do you believe I will fight back? Do you believe I will beat you up?"
"Fight back? You dare to fight back! You old bastard, you've hurt me so badly..."
…
This one-sided fight between master and disciple ended with the master's paper-made hair being pulled out.
The master with a boiled egg-shaped hair bent down to pick up the "hair" that had turned into paper strips, while dancing on the edge of his apprentice's nerves: "Look at you, you are such a grown-up, but you are still so impatient."
The veins on Yuan Tian's forehead twitched. If it weren't for the fact that the old man had a paper-thin body and wouldn't feel any pain from being hit, he would have pounced on him and bit him.
Too lazy to argue with this unscrupulous master, he sat down on the table, exhaled, and said, "Tell me, what's going on?"
He was certain that his master would not harm him, but anyone would be unhappy that his master had hidden so many things from him.
The master was putting his hair on his head, frowning: "There are too many things to do. I wonder where to start..."
Yuan Tian's fists hardened again, and he gritted his teeth: "Let's start with the tens of millions of debts you left behind!"
The master paused, his eyes wandering, and after a long while he finally said, "That's fake..."
"ha?"
“Debt…” The master didn’t even dare to look at Yuan Tian. He closed his eyes and said with the determination to die: “That was a trap I set for you together with my old friends from the other two temples! It was to force you to come down the mountain so that you could have a chance to meet Tang Yang!”
Yuan Tian just thought it was ridiculous. He blinked his eyes and said after a while: "So, all of you teamed up and lied to me that you owed a debt and asked me to pay it back. It made me dare not even stay in the Taoist temple..."
"Not everyone!" The master raised his hand, "Even your senior brother doesn't know about this!"
Yuan Tian was half-believing and half-doubting: "How could he not know?"
"If he knew, wouldn't you be able to detect it?" the master asked, with a look of resentment on his face, "Can your senior brother's brain compare to yours? He will be exposed in a minute."
This is a compliment to him! Yuan Tian felt better for a moment, and his tone became slightly better.
The master continued, "Didn't you realize that no one from the other two Taoist temples came to you specifically to collect debts? They only pretend to do so when they meet you, and they don't force you."
Yuan Tian thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be true. Compared with other Taoist temples, it was the Kongmen Temple that was more determined to capture him back. However, they did not want to use him to pay off their debts, but wanted him to return to take over the position of the head of the temple from their master.
If I had insisted not to pay Cong Shu that time, he wouldn't have really done anything. Instead, I thought I would pay as much as I could, so I paid it back reluctantly.
After all, it was his master who owed him the money, and his master had been thinking about how to extend his life over the years, so it was probably largely due to him. He was linked to karma, and he didn't want Kongmen Temple to be excluded by the other two major temples, so he half-cooperated and agreed to pay the debt. He also went down the mountain because he didn't have that much money and couldn't pay it off, hoping to divert the criticism from Kongmen Temple to himself.
Now that he thought about it, perhaps even his thoughts and actions were all planned by his master.
He took a deep breath and finally calmed down.
Whatever, his master doesn't have much to show for himself, except that he's smart. It's up to him!
"What about Brother Tang? Why are you acting like someone's grandfather? And you had to scheme against me and let me run into him..."
"It's all because of you..." The master sighed heavily with an unnatural look on his face, "I'll explain this to you all when I see Tang Yang, okay?"
"Why?" Yuan Tian didn't understand.
"I don't want to explain it twice." The master was too lazy to justify himself.
Yuan Tian: “…………”
Very good, this is very Master!
He said helplessly: "Okay, then take me to find Brother Tang now?"
"That's exactly what I meant!"
After the master finished speaking, he patted his hair that had been glued together. Then he waved his hand and put Yuan Tian's soul into the small round card.
He walked out with big strides, saying as he walked: "My dear disciple, I will take you to meet your lover right now!"
Yuan Tian on the round card rolled her eyes: "Bullshit mistress, that's my lover!"
The master waved his hand: "Don't worry about the details~~"
When he walked out of the room, Yuan Tian also saw another old man who was younger than his master. When the man saw them, he bowed and said, "Master, Master."
The master nodded and said to the round card in his hand, "This is Old Tang, the steward of the Tang family."
Yuan Tian saw at a glance that Old Tang was also a ghost in paper form, and couldn't help but complain: "So the Tang siblings were actually raised by ghosts?"
Old Tang is a very easy-going person. He said cheerfully, "The young masters and young ladies of the Tang family are all easy to take care of. They don't cause me, an old ghost, much trouble."
Yuan Tian just felt so bad that he had no words to say.
Old Tang was quite self-aware and told Yuan Tian some interesting stories about Tang Yang from time to time along the way, which Yuan Tian listened with great interest.
The master felt very uncomfortable and his face became very long.
Yuan Tian noticed his little emotion and asked, "What's wrong, old man?"
"Nothing," the master snorted, "I just found out that the pigs I raised carelessly dug up the cabbages I raised with great care, and I'm not happy about that."
Yuan Tian sneered: "If you take good care of the pigs, you won't think so now."
"Oh, are you here to speak up for your lover? You little brat, you don't want your master anymore because you have a wife, right..."
Old Tang watched the master and disciple bickering with a smile on his face.
I don’t know what the master did to Tang Yang, but he actually found Tang Yang on the street near the cinema.
It was late at night, there were no pedestrians on the road, and the surrounding businesses had all turned off their lights. Only the dim street lights illuminated the concrete ground.
Yuan Tian's lover, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, was walking on the main road, carrying a bag of things in his hand. As he walked, he did not forget to reach into the bag and take out a stack of things and throw them into the air.
Several pieces of paper fluttered in the wind and landed at the feet of Yuan Tian and his companions. He quickly floated out and took a closer look. They were actually ghost paper shining with golden light.
Looking at Tang Yang again, his back was filled with loneliness and fragility.
Yuan Tian felt a pain in his heart and showed reluctance on his face.
Seeing his expression, the master couldn't help but ask with a smile: "What do you think?"
Yuan Tian shook his head and sighed: "The community lady should fine him."
He has experience in this matter.
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