At this moment, the vermilion temple door suddenly opened, and three old man spirits filed out.
Although they still look like dwarfs, after opening the mansion, they naturally have a bit more stern demeanor.
"I will pay my respects to Master Ninth and Master Ji."
"I have met all distinguished guests."
"My mother-in-law, the general has invited me."
Xin Lianshan did not dare to neglect and immediately bowed slightly and said.
"I, Lao Xin, have taken the liberty of bothering you, the general."
Hua Jiunan first bowed slightly to the three old men as a half-repayment, then grabbed Xin Lianshan and walked inside.
"Brother Xin, you're welcome."
"With your relationship with Daji, coming here is just like going home. Please come in quickly."
Then he spoke to the temple in a warm voice.
"Mom, Uncle Xue Zhi, we are back."
The moment everyone stepped into the temple gate, the scenery in front of them suddenly changed.
It is no longer its original appearance, but has become like a Jiangnan person.
The small courtyard of the lotus pond is surrounded by warm spring breeze and green rockery.
It has the mistiness of the blessed land of immortals and the warmth of ordinary people.
The three-meter-high snow corpse was sitting in the pavilion in the lotus pond with the graceful Guanghua Empress.
On the stone table in front of you were several steaming cups of tea.
The ghost messenger Song Lian and the cook Ding met him on the gravel road leading to the center of the lotus pond, and said to the group of people with smiles on their faces.
"Sir, young general, General Xin, please come in."
The reckless Xin Lianshan was stunned when he saw his old acquaintance, and then he couldn't help but lower his voice and asked.
"Why are you two here in this noble place? Why don't you just change places?!"
Hearing Xin Lianshan's question, Song Lian suppressed her excitement.
"Brother Cook Ding and I happened to coincide with the opening of Empress Guanghua's mansion."
"Afterwards, Gui Lao, the Seventh Master, and the Eighth Master said that the Queen's subordinates cannot be left alone, so they asked us to stay and listen to them."
Xin Lianshan listened with envy on his face, looked at the eighteen faceless statues flashing in the sky, and said softly.
"Good luck to both of you! Good opportunity! Good luck!"
Song Lian chuckled and withdrew half of his body to signal Xin Lianshan to quickly go to the pavilion.
"General Xin is not too late."
"Besides, with your relationship with the Major General, your wishes will definitely come true. Why do you envy us?"
Xin Lianshan immediately calmed down after hearing this, and whispered as the two sides passed each other.
"Then let me lend you your good words!"
The so-called father and son do not sit at the same table.
With Xue Zhi and Empress Guanghua present, Hua Jiu was in trouble, so Chen Daji could only stand behind and wait.
This made Xin Lianshan feel a little on pins and needles.
In front of his family, Xue Zhi always showed his honesty and simplicity.
Just like when I hunted to feed my family, but even better.
His ugly, ferocious face was full of gentleness.
He didn't speak much, and seemed to have difficulty speaking. He just smiled and looked at Hua Jiunan and Chen Daji.
No matter what the two of them said, he nodded kindly and said yes.
Because Empress Guanghua is still nourishing her soul, her mind is still not very clear.
So he just smiled kindly and didn't talk to anyone.
This situation further strengthened Xin Lianshan's determination to join.
There is probably only one such gentle palace master in the world.
When serving as an errand under Empress Guanghua, how many mistakes must be made to attract punishment.
Xin Lianshan even vaguely felt that even if he drank too much and accidentally burned down Guanghua Mansion, this compassionate empress would only smile and care about whether he was burned...
Anyway, I will stay here from now on, and I will not leave even if I am killed!
While Xin Lianshan was thinking wildly, Xue Zhi had already left the pavilion with Hua Jiunanniang.
Because he felt that when he was here, no one could talk or laugh.
After the two masters left, everyone no longer had any scruples, especially the "lively and cute" Chen Daji.
"I said Master Ba, if you don't stay well with grandma, why are you here with my godmother?"
Mr. Changba raised his big tail proudly, and after soaking in the lake water, he began to wipe the pillars of the pavilion carefully.
"Why don't I come here to clean the house in exchange for merit? I need you to take care of it, you little bastard!"
Chen Daji was criticized, and Xin Lianshan, who was born in a regular government office, expressed his worries.
"This eighth master of the Chang family, can you tell me your full name?"
"From now on, we two brothers will hang out with Mr. Hua. We can't call each other 'Master, Master'."
At this point, Xin Lianshan stopped for a moment and saluted with clasped fists in the direction where Hua Jiunanniang disappeared.
"When outsiders hear this, they will think that our Guanghua family has no rules."
"It doesn't matter to you or me. It wouldn't be nice if it hurts your reputation."
"It's more convenient to call me by name, and it makes you feel closer, isn't it?"
What he said was reasonable and well-founded. It was Song Lian who was the two big ghosts. Cook Ding nodded his head when he heard this.
Yes, there are no rules.
Now that the master's family has established a clan, we can no longer be too casual in front of outsiders, so as not to damage the majesty of Guanghua Empress.
It was just a name, but Chang Baye showed considerable resistance.
With a black pot on his head, he hunched his neck and said hesitantly.
“Mr.
The more Mr. Chang Ba said this, the more curious Xin Lianshan became.
He frowned and shouted loudly.
"What the hell, Mr. Chang Ba is not giving me, Lao Xin, face, and thinks I'm not worthy of being friends with you?!"
"Are you afraid that if I know your name, I'll come here to seduce you in the middle of the night?!"
Mr. Chang Ba is a timid man who is most afraid of offending others in his life, and of course he does not dare to offend this great god of the underworld.
So he shrank back and said with an embarrassed look on his face.
"Starting from the eldest brother Chang Huaiyuan, there are eight brothers in our family."
"My father used that eight-character poem to give us names."
What he said completely aroused everyone's interest.
Hua Jiunan, the only one who knew the "truth", lowered his head and shook his shoulders, obviously trying his best to endure something.
Chen Daji was impatient and asked immediately.
"Ba Ye, which poem are you talking about? You should say it quickly!"
"He's hesitant, like a female worm!"
Master Chang Ba was furious and just wanted to slap this guy's tail, but then he thought of something and still didn't do it.
I could only sigh helplessly, thinking to myself:
The day has finally come!
Immediately, he held his head high and made a proud gesture.
"Little bastard, listen carefully, this poem is 'The ancient road is far away, and the sky is connected to the city's clouds!'"
Shichen Daji had definitely never heard of it, but this did not affect his calculation of Chang Baye's name.
"Eight characters, one for each person."
"The eldest master's name is Chang Huaiyuan, the second master's name is Chang Huaijin... the sixth master's name is Chang Huailian, the seventh master's name is Chang Huaicheng..."
"Damn it, Mr. Ba, your name is Chang Huaiyun?!!!"
"You and your father have a grudge, right?! Are you sure they are biological children?!"