bookbashuk Chapter 936
Chapter 936
While they were chatting, some more people came into the courtyard, the oldest was estimated to be in his early seventies, and the youngest was a baby in his arms, a total of eight people.
Through Wang Shan's introduction, Chen Feng learned that this was his eldest son's family.
Not long after, his youngest son's family also came, there were ten people in total, and there were six of Wang Shanxuan's grandchildren alone, and the family was suddenly very lively.
The adults all came to the hall, the eldest son Wang Zhenguo and the second son Wang Zhenjun, all of whom looked at the strange young man in front of them curiously.
Wang Shan just told them that Chen Feng and Wang Zhenguo and Wang Zhenjun were of the same generation, but the others were not introduced.
Wang Zhenguo and they are naturally on guard, after all, in their opinion, the old man is already over a hundred years old, and there are everyone in these years, and there are many people who deceive the elderly.
Chen Feng didn't explain anything when he saw this.
In the evening, the whole family sits at a table and eats.
"Dad, what's the matter, hurry up, call us all back, there are still a lot of things going on in my company. The
one who spoke was Wang Shan's eldest grandson, Wang Haiyang, the eldest son of the boss Wang Zhenguo, who is also in his forties this year and a middle-level cadre of a private company.
In their family, Wang Shan has always said the same.
Looking at the large family on the table, Wang Shan took a deep breath.
"For all these years, I've had one of the biggest secrets I've never told you, not even your dead grandmother. "
What secret?"
Hearing this, the eyes of the whole family were focused.
"I, Wang Shan, am actually a disciple of Maoshan Tantra, which is what you call Mr. Ghost Hunt. There
was a flute on the table for a moment, and then everyone's faces were a little strange.
Wang Haiyang spoke even more directly.
"Grandpa, why are you suddenly talking such nonsense, what Mr. Maoshan Ghost Hunter, this is all feudal superstition, where did the hell come from?"
"That's it, Dad, I know you know something about this, but what kind of secret is this."
Even Wang Zhenguo laughed, they all felt that the old man might be old and a little demented.
"Don't believe it?" Their
reactions seemed to be expected by Wang Shan, and after he laughed lightly, he suddenly looked at Chen Feng.
"Senior nephew, do you have yellow paper on your body?" Chen
Feng seemed to know what he was going to do, so he didn't speak, and directly took out a piece of yellow paper from his body and handed it to him.
He always carries some with him, he can make living talismans, draw talismans, or some other use.
Immediately, Wang Shan stretched out his right hand, only to see that his index finger was actually flashing with golden light, which shocked everyone except Chen Feng.
Even wiped his eyes, as if he couldn't believe it.
Immediately, Wang Shan quickly spent one, the most basic Yang Fire Talisman, and directly urged it after it was completed.
With a "boom", the talisman directly spontaneously combusted, and a wave of fire erupted, startling everyone.
After doing this, Wang Shan sat down again.
"Do you believe it now
?" "Grandpa, you, did you just do magic?"
Wang Shan's granddaughter asked with a stammer.
"I remember, aren't you the ghost hunter who appeared in the ghost village?"
At this moment, a woman in her twenties suddenly pointed at Chen Feng and exclaimed.
As soon as they heard about Mr. Ghost Hunt in the ghost village, a few more people had some impressions and looked at Chen Feng in surprise.
Seeing this, Wang Shan was also a little surprised, and then nodded.
"Yes, that's him.
"But the official didn't refute the rumors, are these all fake? It was synthesized by the anchor's agency in the later stage.
Her granddaughter asked again.
"How can the official admit this kind of thing, aren't you curious, why is he the same generation as Zhenguo and Zhenjun? Because he is my nephew. Hearing
this, Chen Feng also introduced himself.
"My name is Chen Feng, and I am the Chen family's Maoshan Yin-Yang Daoist. "
Grandpa, do you really know how to catch ghosts? Have you ever seen a ghost?"
The girl who kept asking was called Wang Qian, Wang Shan's youngest granddaughter, and Wang Shan also loved her the most.
Wang Zhenguo and the others also looked at Wang Shan with burning eyes, if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes just now, they would never have believed it.
Wang Shan bowed slightly.
"Dad, since you have this ability, why didn't you say it earlier. "
By the way, Xiaofeng at the beginning, was he learning Maoshan Technique with you?" Wang
Zhenjun seemed to suddenly remember something, and immediately asked.
"That's right, Xiaofeng is indeed my disciple. "
Grandpa, such a powerful Maoshan technique, why do you teach it to outsiders and not teach us? Do you know how much money you will make if you know this now?"
Wang Haiyang is also a little dissatisfied with this, as the eldest grandson of the Wang family, although he doesn't believe in this, but as far as he knows, many rich and powerful people, including his boss, believe in it.
And his grandfather has real skills, if he learns, will he still use it for money, and give people a smile every day
?" "How do you talk to your grandfather?"
Wang Zhenguo's face was blank, staring at him and reprimanding, but his tone was not tough, obviously he also had a lot of complaints about it in his heart.
Chen Feng was silent on the side, he couldn't say anything about this kind of thing.
Wang Shan stretched out his hand to interrupt his son, looked at Wang Haiyang and sighed deeply.
"It's not that I don't teach you, it's that you don't have the talent for this, do you remember those scriptures I asked you to memorize when you were a child?"
Hearing this, Wang Haiyang and the others were stunned for a moment, and then looked at Wang Shan strangely.
"Grandpa, are these scriptures just learning Maoshan technique?" Wang
Haiyang remembered very clearly, when he was seven or eight years old, his grandfather did let him memorize some strange scriptures, and also made him maintain a strange posture.
But at that time, Wang Haiyang was playful, and he didn't have the temperament to calm down at all, and he couldn't memorize such a long scripture.
Chen Feng estimated that it should be their Maoshan Qidu Wen, which was the key to the cultivation of every Maoshan Tantric disciple.
Wang Shan's next words also verified his conjecture.
"That's called Maoshan Qiduwen, it's a method for cultivating the true element of mana, and you don't have the ability to do this because you pay attention to talent all the way to cultivation.
And this one is very hard, far more difficult than you think.
Speaking of this, his eyes suddenly looked at Chen Feng, obviously asking him to say a few words.
"Uncle Shi is right, before cultivating Qiduwen, I have to get up at three o'clock in the morning every day, and I have to learn Maoshan's alchemy, and of course, I also need to refine my guts.
After all, what we have to face is what you call ghosts, I was a six-year-old cultivator, and when I was refining my guts, I was driven to the cemetery by my grandfather every day to sleep.
All in all, it was a very difficult few years.
After hearing this, Wang Haiyang's expressions calmed down a bit.