Li Hai sat on the sofa, stunned, not wanting to move.

He had just returned from his hometown. His eighty-eight-year-old grandfather finally left them. Li Hai's father went to sea and was not at home. He, the eldest grandson of the family, had to be the first to carry out the funeral with his portrait.

The Li family is a large family in the local area, and Mr. Li is the patriarch. This funeral is of high standard and has a lot of troubles. Li Hai, a junior student, does not have rich experience in this area. After working hard for more than ten days, everyone is exhausted.

It feels like I've been drained.

In fact, physical fatigue is secondary, the key is mental fatigue. The old man has given up and left, how will the family property left behind be distributed? The uncles, uncles, aunts, and aunts were noisy, but the old man was the last one who stayed with him when he left.

Li Hai was the only one, and everyone wanted to know what the old man had given him in private, and whether he had hidden any secrets. Just to deal with this kind of problem, Li Hai saw the unfamiliar faces of his relatives.

Are you tired?

Now, we finally arrived home. This was the home that belonged to him and his father. His father was a sailor and was rarely at home all year round. It was a quiet and quiet home with familiar smells everywhere. For Li Hai,

What a rare break and haven!

It took a long time before Li Hai felt relieved. He thought of the temptations, suspicions and questions he faced from his relatives, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly. It was really difficult for him to answer at that time, because his grandfather did leave him alone when he left.

He learned something - but no one believed that what he said was the truth!

There is a wooden box on the coffee table in front of him. The box is covered with yellow satin. What is placed on it is what his grandfather left to Li Hai before his death. When Li Hai recalled it, he still found it incredible because his grandfather was handing over the box.

When I gave it to him, his expression was extremely solemn, as if he had been entrusted with a heavy burden or some priceless treasure!

But in fact, the things in this box are ordinary, just a writing brush, a copper coin, a small seal, and that's it.

The writing brush is a very ordinary Hu brush with small regular script and no markings; the writing on the seal is blurry, the stone is quite smooth to the touch, and the color is not surprising; the copper coin is an antique, with the words Han Dynasty written on it.

Li Hai grew up with his grandfather, so he recognized the official script of the time, which is the word "五铢".

The five baht may be the longest-issued currency in Chinese history. It was issued in the Western Han Dynasty and was used until the end of the Northern and Southern Dynasties and the rise of the Sui and Tang Dynasties before it was replaced by new coins. Ancient coins are about one thing.

Things are rare and valuable. Five baht coins have been in circulation for more than 700 years. The quantity is unknown, so if you take out one, it is worth only one hundred and eighty yuan at most.

It was such an ordinary five-baht ancient coin. Why did my grandfather give it to me so preciously?

Li Hai twisted the five-baht coin and put it in front of his eyes. He looked at it over and over for a long time. He couldn't figure out why. His grandfather's last words were swirling in his mind: "Grandson, remember, money can pass through."

god!"

Li Hai looked at the money in his hand with a bitter smile: "Grandpa, grandpa, what on earth are you talking about? I know that money can help the gods, but do you mean to say that the meaning of this word is not that there is too much money?

It can make ghosts push the wheels, but this piece of money alone can communicate with gods? Which god can it communicate with? Is it the God of Wealth or the God of Plague?"

As soon as he said these words, his fingertips suddenly felt like electricity and pain like needle pricks. He immediately reflexively threw the ancient coins into the box and just stayed there. Li Hai was in a daze, not because of this sudden occurrence.

His fingertips tingled, but it was because at the same time that his fingers tingled, a voice sounded in his head: "How dare you! How can you compare me to Marshal Lu who is responsible for the plague!"

Li Hai looked at the TV, but it was off; looked at the door, but it was closed; looked at the window, and saw that the window was on the 18th floor. Finally, he picked up his cell phone, tuned out his ringtone and text message alerts, and listened to it again. That's right.

, they are all music ringtones, not some funny voices! Where did that voice come from just now? What’s even weirder is that when he thought about it carefully, he couldn’t even figure out the direction from which the voice came!

Are you hearing hallucinations? Li Hai touched his ears, his eyes fell inadvertently on the five-baht coin he just dropped, and suddenly he had an incredible thought: "Is it related to this ancient coin?"

Li Hai is not a person with a particularly rich imagination. Although he likes to read some online novels, he only reads them for fun. He never thought that one day he would travel through time or be hit on the head by a meteorite.

But today's matter, I can't blame him for being sensitive. It was actually the last instructions left by his grandfather before his death. He was so blabbering about it that he couldn't help but take it to heart, and it happened like this at such a nervous time. How could he

Don’t think more?

Li Hai looked at the five-baht coin with some trepidation. Could it be the spirit of some big devil? Why don't you put a drop of blood on it yourself first? No, what if this is some evil magic weapon?

A drop of my own blood was bound to it, and I couldn't shake it off. From then on, my temperament changed drastically, and I became cold-blooded and murderous and disowned my relatives. What should I do? I have read too many online novels, and when I encounter some strange things, they will unfold like this. It is not enough.

Surprising!

After thinking for a while, Li Hai suddenly came up with a question: Grandpa personally handed these things into his hands as a final entrustment. Could it be that he has the intention to harm himself? I am his most beloved eldest grandson.

I grew up with it! Is there really something magical about the saying "money can bring about magic"?

With his heart crossed, Li Hai reached into the box again, shaking, shaking, gritting his teeth, and picked up the five-baht coin again. At this time, Li Hai felt as if he was touching the switch with his hand.

I was mentally prepared for my finger to be electrocuted again, but unexpectedly, after picking it up for a few seconds, there was no reaction at all. Except for a little weight and a smooth feel on my fingertip, there was nothing strange! The fingertip just now

The sharp pain and the sudden strange noise seemed to be all his hallucinations?

"Grandpa bless you! Bless the ancestors of the Li family!" Li Hai took a long breath and started chanting. Just as he was about to put down the copper coins in his hand, suddenly his whole body felt as if it had been electrified. He stood still and the voice appeared again.

Got it!

"So, you are the direct descendant of this Li family! Your qualifications are not bad, you can actually communicate with this god!"

Li Hai froze completely. This was the voice he just heard! The tone and quality of the voice were the same, but the content of the words was completely different. The key was that they sounded very coherent. If this was still an auditory hallucination, it would be too real.

Come on!

The first time he was shocked, the second time was much better. At least after staying for a while, Li Hai knew he had a reaction. Since the voice sounded like he was talking to himself, he might as well try to answer it? The unknown is always unknown.

It’s scary, then turn the unknown into the known!

I have to say that Li Hai is bold after all, which has a lot to do with the fact that he grew up with his grandfather. The old man likes to mess with some traditional culture. In the words of thirty years ago, it was called feudal dross, let alone Feng Shui.

After reading the fortune teller, he was convinced by the charm. When he was eight years old, Li Hai was taken by his grandfather to the cemetery to collect qi and open his yin and yang eyes. According to the old man, he could see the existence of ghosts! As for whether he saw it or not, Li Hai

I don’t want to think about it anymore. Anyway, according to my grandfather, those things cannot be communicated with the earthly world. It doesn’t matter if you pretend that they don’t exist.

It is precisely with this kind of foreshadowing that Li Hai's thinking tendency is also different from ordinary people. When encountering such a mysterious event, his first reaction is not to be afraid and "this is not scientific!", but to try to use himself.

method to find out what is going on.

"That - may I ask your Excellency, who is the god?" Li Hai noticed that in the two sentences just now, the voice claimed to be "the god", so calling it this way should be more reliable - right?

Sure enough, the voice answered, but it seemed a little impatient: "You junior, you are so noisy! Since you are a direct descendant of the Li family, you can also communicate with the gods, and intersect with the divine thoughts of this god. How could you not know that this god is the ancestor of the Li family?

According to legend, he is the God of Money!"

The god of money to control the house? Li Hai frowned! He heard from his grandfather that in ancient times, when building a house, there was indeed a custom of burying money to support the house. Usually, coins were placed on the basis of pillars, and then the dimensions were measured in the house.

Choose an auspicious place and bury a certain amount of gold and silver for the purpose of building a house. At that time, he heard it with great interest. Later, when he grew up and became more knowledgeable, he just regarded this as an interpretation of the behavior of saving precious metals by the ancients.

Saving for future generations will naturally enhance the ability of future generations to withstand risks.

But now, is there really a money god who controls the house? Li Hai's fear gradually faded away, and his curiosity became more intense. He put the five-baht coin in front of his eyes and examined it repeatedly: "What do you call the great god? Since it's me, Li Hai."

It has been passed down from generation to generation that the money god of the house is here, why is he here? The words used by the great god are so quaint!"

The voice became more and more impatient, and sounded like it was about to jump up: "You junior, you are going on and on! This god was born eight hundred years ago because of the incense of your Li family and the prayers of your ancestors. Only

Only the direct descendants of the Li family in the past dynasties can communicate with gods. Unfortunately, there are very few people in your family who have this qualification. The god has been hiding underground in the old house of the Li family, and no one knows about it! It was not until twenty years ago that he was able to see the light of day again.

, it happened that the descendants of the previous generation were old and their spiritual wisdom was not yet developed, so although they could sense the miraculous powers of this god, they were unable to communicate with the divine thoughts of this god!"

Twenty years ago, wasn't that the time when the old house was demolished? When Li Hai thought about it, he believed it. It seemed that this inexplicable will of God or ghost was really similar to his own.
Chapter completed!