My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

"My dear child, I'm so sorry... I'm dying soon too. Will you forgive me, your mother? I had no choice back then. Please forgive me, please forgive me... If you're willing to forgive me, please let your wandering soul come back before I die and see your poor mother, okay?"

Chen Anshui slowly walked over and saw that the old woman was holding a wooden plaque with the words "Memorial Tablet of Shen Yingcai" written on it. The writing had faded a bit, but the wooden plaque looked like it had been handled a lot, showing that the memorial tablet had been touched frequently.

Chen Anshui cautiously began, "I am a Taoist priest who knows a bit about Taoist arts. I just saw you here crying and praying for your child's soul to come back and see you. May I ask if you need my help?"

Hearing the question, the old woman stiffly raised her head. Her cloudy eyes were filled with tears.

"Can you really let me see my precious son?" The old woman looked at him expectantly.

The old woman seemed a bit eccentric and mentally unstable.

But when it comes to matters related to memorial tablets, she seems to become more sober.

Chen Anshui nodded: "Of course, if you need help, I will do my best to summon your child's soul back so that you and your child can meet one last time."

Before Chen Anshui could even finish speaking, a young man in a blue tracksuit ran over. Upon seeing the old woman, he frowned and pulled her close.

"Grandma, can you please stop running around like this with your dementia? Don't you know you're just causing trouble for the family? It's really annoying, understand?"

The young man grumbled on and on, looking impatient. He ignored Chen Anshui and tried to pull the old man back.

The old woman refused to leave, struggling to break free of his grasp: "No... I'm waiting for my precious son, he'll come back to see me! Young man, please help me! Didn't you say you'd help me?"

The old woman pleaded desperately.

The young man finally spared some attention for Chen Anshui, staring at him suspiciously: "You're not trying to scam my grandma out of money, are you?"

Chen Anshui was both amused and exasperated, realizing he had been mistaken for a conman who swindled money from the elderly.

"No, I am a truly skilled Taoist master. I helped deal with the trouble that happened at your Shen family ancestral hall before. If you don't believe me, you can ask Shen Liangjiao from your Shen family; she can testify for me."

The young man snorted and looked him up and down.

"Those are all lies and tricks, I don't believe them."

"Some things exist for a reason. If you don't believe me, I can demonstrate it to you right now."

Chen Anshui felt that he might be able to find useful clues from this old lady, so he was more patient with her, this younger woman.

"Oh? Then show me your magic tricks. Those amateurish tricks won't fool me!" The young man crossed his arms and stared at him suspiciously.

"Then you can watch closely."

After saying that, Chen Anshui gave a soft shout at the wall, then pricked his fingertip and dripped the blood onto the wall.

Before long, the faces of a group of people on their deathbeds gradually appeared on the wall!

Pointing to the picture on the wall, Chen Anshui said to the young man, "This is a scene from before the death of the person who lived in this abandoned house. Since you are from this village, you should be able to tell that the faces of these people in the picture look familiar, right?"

The young man was so shocked he forgot to blink. He swallowed hard and said incredulously, "It's fake...it must be fake!"

He remembered someone playing a similar trick called "yellow talisman paper revealing words," which was written in advance with special materials and would only appear when it came into contact with a specific chemical! But this didn't make sense—this outsider had never been to their village before, so how would he know who had lived in this old house and what it looked like before they died?
The young man shivered, and his gaze toward him held a newfound respect.

"Do you believe me now? If you still don't believe me, I can demonstrate it again."

Chen Anshui said calmly.

The young man shook his head repeatedly, finally giving in: "I believe you have real skills. What were you talking about with my grandma? Let me make it clear, my family doesn't have much money. If you're trying to scam me, you've really come to the wrong place."

Chen Anshui felt quite helpless.

I really didn't come here to scam money! Why does this young man assume that someone with the ability to help others must charge a high price? Is it because the Taoist priests have been charging exorbitant fees for their rituals lately that this young man has been so impressed?

"Actually, I came here to investigate the evil spirit in your ancestral hall. The evil spirit escaped in the end, and we suspect it is related to your Shen family, so we came to visit. Just now, I saw your grandmother crying sadly while holding the memorial tablet, so I wanted to ask around and maybe find some clues related to the evil spirit."

Seeing that the young man seemed to be open to reason, Chen Anshui didn't hide anything and explained the purpose of his visit. He believed the other party would understand.

"What you say sounds plausible... but what does that have to do with my family? If you're looking for clues, you've probably come to the wrong place. Ghosts and ghosts are a long way from our home."

The old lady next to him was displeased as soon as the seemingly seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy finished speaking.

"No, no! It's related, it's related... I know about the ancestral hall... It must be my precious son coming back to find me! Don't stop my precious son from coming to find me!"

The young man felt embarrassed after hearing this, and sighed helplessly, saying to his grandmother, "Grandma, please stop with these superstitious things. Young people these days don't believe in this stuff anymore, okay?"

Chen Anshui looked at him calmly.

The young man seemed to realize there was someone else in the sex industry next to him, smiled somewhat embarrassedly, and explained, "I wasn't talking about you, I was just stating a fact, I hope you don't mind."

Chen Anshui certainly didn't mind. He had encountered similar situations many times and was already used to it.

He walked back with the grandmother and grandson, asking the old woman as they went, "You said 'there's a relationship,' what kind of relationship is it? You kept calling him 'my dear son,' are you missing your own child?"

Chen Anshui tentatively inquired.

Grandma Shen paused for a moment when she heard the question, then turned to him and gave him a strange smile.

"You want to know about my child? Why do you want to know about my child?"

Chen Anshui felt that the other person's smile was a bit neurotic and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

On the contrary, the young man next to him had experience in dealing with this situation.

He patted his grandmother's shoulder very skillfully and said in a reassuring tone, "Grandma, he asked this just because he cares about you, he means no harm. Don't worry, he's not here to take your child away."

Grandma Shen finally breathed a sigh of relief, her guarded gaze towards Chen Anshui lessening slightly. She muttered to herself, "It's good they didn't try to take my child... Nobody is allowed to take my child! Whoever takes my child, I'll curse them! I'll make them suffer a terrible death..."

Chen Anshui's brow furrowed upon hearing this, becoming even more certain that this person was hiding something unusual. (End of Chapter)