Chapter 279

It has been more than a month since I met He Yu. I looked at the watch and the school should be over by now. I took a taxi back to the old house. I am very glad that I survived several life-and-death crises and got my first 5 million in my life today!

As for how He Hang regained his underworld status and eventually became a big brother in the underworld, let's not talk about it for now. In fact, I also thought about joining him at the beginning, starting a mine or something, maybe I could make 100 million as soon as possible, but once I joined the underworld, how could I stay out of it? What's more, which big brother didn't step on other people's bones to get to the top. Since I am a Taoist, I still have to take the central road, and the ancestor certainly doesn't want me to go out with a knife and fight with others for territory.

It was already evening when I got home, but when I pushed open the familiar door, I was stunned!

The room was full of wreaths and paperwork. In the middle of the room, which was not big to begin with, was a mourning hall. Upon closer inspection, the tablet on which the offerings were made actually read "Zhang Dabao Dian", followed by a line of small characters that read "Senior Brother Hu Zongyan, Mao Shi from x month x day, 20xx." I was dumbfounded. How could I be dead when I returned home? Observing the tablet in my hand, if I remembered correctly, the date on it seemed to be the day after I got off the shuttle bus, and I should have been in prison that day! A series of crows flew over my forehead. What the hell was going on? Hu Zongyan was known as a real person, with the power of a land immortal. How could he not calculate whether I was alive or dead? The paperwork in the room looked very awkward. It also made me want to find them both and ask them clearly. After all, I was alive. I have to be properly placed on the altar. I think anyone would feel awkward.

Pushing those paper works aside, I felt that there must be a story behind this. So, I lit a cigarette and sat on the sofa to think for half a night. Finally, I had a clue in my mind. According to my understanding, the day when Hao Zhuang saved me on the ferry should be the day of the life and death calamity. I was dead when I got on the ferry. How could a dead person have a death calamity? After getting off the ferry, my yang energy gradually returned, but just as I saw that my yang energy had completely returned, At that time, I actually put on the shroud again, so I became a dead person again.

Finally, I went to the prison wearing the shroud. Under the effect of the prison's Jedi, I avoided anyone's deduction of fate. If someone predicted my fortune in these few days, the fortune would definitely be a death fortune. This is similar to the innate eight trigrams that Jiang Ziya helped Wu Ji avoid King Wen of Zhou in the Investiture of the Gods.

I smoked a cigarette. With the strength of Hu Zongyan Lu Zhenren, it is impossible for him not to predict my life and death. He came to save me, and finally found that I was dead, so he made this I didn't have a tablet, but after I was released from prison, he should have felt that I was not dead, so he left Shenyang, but he didn't remove the tablet, probably to show those who wanted to arrest me.

I was controlled by the underworld for more than a month, and those people were all evil stars. It is also possible that I turned a disaster into a blessing, surrounded by a group of evil stars, and escaped the calculations of my enemies.

He took a long breath, took off his tablet, put it in his hand and touched it carefully. It can be said that Hu Zongyan is not only a gentleman, but also a special There is no one I respect. It is more than a thousand miles from Jiangsu to Shenyang. Although I have withdrawn from Maoshan, he will still leave his broad back to me for my safety, so as to protect me from the crusade from the Xuanmen righteousness.

My heart is full of emotions at this moment. I think when I can face the cause of my grandfather's death, I will go to Maoshan to find him, ask the reason, and apologize to him respectfully.

Looking at the familiar scenes around me, it reminds me of every bit of my life with my grandfather, and the emotion of missing him when seeing the things hits my heart So I used the Seven Star Sword to carve my grandfather's name on the back of the tablet, put it back in the mourning hall, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and sat on the ground, nagging at my grandfather's tablet for almost the whole night.

I fell asleep unconsciously, and when I opened my eyes, I found that the sun was already high in the sky. I rubbed my eyes, washed up briefly, and went out. I think it is a very sad thing not to be able to drive. It's like you have money but can't spend it. I have a huge sum of 5 million yuan, but because the taxi refused to take me, I had to take the bus to school.

I wandered to my alma mater. It was lunch break time. I don't know why I think today's students seem to be less spiritual than when I was young. Almost everyone has a mobile phone in their hands and is concentrating on something. Now I think maybe it's really the 'mobile phone' that has taken away people's 'spirits'.

I entered the school and asked the guard. I learned that the former head teacher is now teaching the second grade. After the college entrance examination, the second grade will face the sprint stage, and basically there will be no lunch break. Without any obstacles, I went to the teaching building. Everything around me was still so familiar. I patted my face and smiled bitterly. It seems that I am really old and actually like memories.

My head teacher is Cong Guoqiang. He is bald, and he is the only bald man I have ever seen who dares to have a flat head!

I found the class after asking around. I leaned against the corridor and waited for the class to start. I couldn't help but hold a cigarette, but before I could light it, someone suddenly kicked me hard from behind.

"Which class are you from? Smoking in the corridor! Is there any rule? Don't you miss me anymore?"

I covered my waist and crawled up from the ground. I turned around and saw a fat teacher staring at me angrily. Gradually, his expression changed and he said in surprise: "Zhang Dabao! Why is it you?"

"Teacher Ma, your kick is so kind to me." I said helplessly.

When I was in school, I would be kicked by him if I was late, smoked, or didn't follow the rules. But I was a good student and didn't do these three things. But later, I don't know who was kicking me, but deliberately told others about my relationship, which led to me experiencing the taste of flying kicks during that period.

"Get up, get up, because of this incident, I kicked you." Teacher Ma helped me up and said, "Are you waiting for Lao Cong?"

"Yes, Teacher Cong is really hard-working. It's only a few hours before the class starts." I said. This is the truth. How many high school teachers are responsible now? How can you make up lessons without paying for them?

"Hey, don't say it. "But Teacher Ma sighed: "This old Cong is the same. His health is like this. He should go home and rest quickly. It's not too much to give him money."

I felt strange when I heard it, so I asked Teacher Ma what he meant.

The other party was very surprised and said: "You don't know?"

"What do I know? I have been away from home and just came back. What happened to Teacher Cong?" I said again.

After listening to him, I learned that Teacher Cong had liver cancer, and it was in the late stage, but he still chose to insist on teaching, because Teacher Cong said that the second to third year of high school is a critical stage, and he needs to lead the students to get through this stage. Otherwise, once the "change of commander at the last minute" is easy to cause students to be uncomfortable, resulting in unsuccessful review.

Therefore, Teacher Cong believes that he must stand his last shift, and only go to the hospital after the students' graduation is clear, and until the review work is fully progressed.

"Why is Old Cong doing this? I have worked in the teaching department for so many years. Dabao, do you think students like to go to class or leave get out of class? "Teacher Ma said.

"Of course the get out of class is over." I didn't even think about it.

Teacher Ma said again: "Times are different now. Old Cong's ideas are too stubborn. Which of these students in the class doesn't take extra classes outside? Everyone in class is just sleeping and messing around. Which of these teachers in the school doesn't run a cram school? When I first started working, the teaching department teacher was a lucrative job, but now look, even the history teacher has bought two houses! But I still ride a bicycle."

"Yeah, when I was in school, there were no extra classes, and students still took the college entrance examination. "I chatted along.

Then, I looked through the window at the familiar podium. Teacher Cong was wearing a sweatshirt from the 1980s. His former short flat head had become bald. Because of chemotherapy, his eyebrows and beard were very sparse. He wore glasses and held a rare small pointer in his hand. He explained almost every question in detail.

Looking at the impatient students, as well as the students who were sleeping on the table, eating snacks, and secretly fiddling with their mobile phones, I suddenly felt that everything Teacher Cong did was not worth it.

"If I hadn't been unable to do high school questions now, I would have become a teacher." Teacher Ma laughed.

I teased him that he could review again, and after chatting for a while, Teacher Ma said that he had something to do and had to leave first. I waited until Teacher Cong finished class. When I saw him standing on the podium and drinking a sip of water, I gently knocked on the door: "Excuse me, Teacher Cong, hello, I'm Zhang Dabao."

The bald middle-aged man in front of me quickly put down the water cup in his hand and said happily: "Dabao! Why are you here? Wait a minute, I'm just having a break here." Teacher Cong left the class, and at the same time, I heard a sighing "hush" sound from the class, as if they were glad that Teacher Cong had left.