Wang Xiaolei danced for an hour before slowly stopping. As soon as the dance stopped, she collapsed to the ground. The dance just now consumed all her energy.

It was not until now that Wu Sannu on the ground that she truly recovered. She supported her body with her hands tiredly and sat up.

Although Wang Xiaolei was very tired, she finally showed a smile on her face when she saw her mother reply.

The two of them rested for a long time, and then Wu Sannu gasped and said, "Good baby, thanks to you this time."

Wang Xiaolei didn't say anything, but came to her mother's side, put her head on her legs, and began to cry non-stop.

Wu Sannu raised her tired arms and touched her daughter's hair, and the whole room fell into silence.

Besides, Yang Heng, after dealing with Wu Sannu yesterday, he went back to his room to take a deep sleep. When he woke up in the morning, he received a call from his best friend Yang Kang.

"Master Yang, what are you busy with recently? Let's get together when you have time."

"I am currently practicing hard now. I can't guarantee that one day I will be able to ascend to immortality. Don't bother me if it's okay."

"You are so fat that you are getting hungry, and you are still able to ascend to immortality. Do you know how long have you not returned to the city? My uncle and aunt often call me to ask about your situation."

When Yang Heng heard this, he was a little anxious immediately.

"My parents are fine, right?"

"It's okay, the old couple is doing well now, they just miss you a little, so I was specially ordered to catch you back today."

"Okay, come and pick me up, do you know the place?"

"I heard from my cousin, but I only know the place of that village. I have never been to your small temple."

"Okay, I'll close the viewing door and wait for you at the village gate."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Heng quickly packed up, then carried the sword he obtained from ancient times behind him, carried some talismans and other things, then closed the door and hurried down the mountain.

Yang Hengjie had breakfast in the snack bar at Xujiabao at the foot of the mountain, and then came to the village gate, waiting for Yang Kang to pick him up.

It took about an hour before Yang Kang drove to the village entrance of Xujiabao.

Yang Kang rolled down the car window and looked out. He saw Yang Heng standing under the shade of the tree in a Taoist robe, chatting with several old men from Xujiabao.

"Yang Heng, I'm here to pick you up."

When Yang Heng heard Yang Kang's voice, he turned around and saw him sitting in the car waving to him.

So Yang Heng quickly said goodbye to a few old men, then trotted a few steps to Yang Kang's car, opened the door and sat in the co-pilot.

"Why did you come? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"You also asked me, you don't know how difficult it is to find a small place like yours."

"Then can I blame this? Isn't it all arranged by your cousin."

When Yang Kang heard this, the same was true, "Why do I say this to my cousin again and let him transfer you back to Sanqing Temple."

When Yang Heng heard this, he quickly refused, "Forget it. I'm pretty good here. I'm free and no one cares about it. I'd better take the money, so don't go back and get popular."

Yang Kang smiled and shook his head. It seemed that he was still as tough as an old guy.

Then Yang Kang drove back to City T, and finally stopped at Yang Heng's doorstep.

Yang Heng has not been home for several months since he became a monk and became a Taoist priest. Now when he comes to the front door of the building, he is a little hesitant.

Yang Kang looked at Yang Heng stopping from the side and asked in surprise: "What's wrong? Why don't you go upstairs?"

"I haven't been back for several months. Do you think my parents will give me a harsh meal after I go up?"

"What are you saying? Let's go quickly." After saying that, Yang Kang dragged Yang Heng upstairs.

When Yang Kang arrived at the doorstep, he wanted to ring the doorbell, but Yang Heng, behind him, pulled his sleeve and handed over a key.

Yang Kang took the key and wanted to open the door, but before he could poke the key into the keyhole, the door opened first.

The one who opened the door was Yang Heng's mother Wang Guilan.

Wang Guilan is still carrying a bag of garbage in her hand, but when she looks up, she is standing in front of her and her son is actually her own son.

The garbage in her hand involuntarily threw it into the ground, then rushed to Yang Heng regardless of it, hugged him, and then cried loudly.

Wang Guilan's crying immediately alarmed Yang Hongwei in the room. He hurried to the door and saw his wife crying there holding her son in Taoist uniform.

"Okay, okay, stop crying, let the neighbors hear jokes."

Next, under the persuasion of Yang Hongwei, Yang Heng and others, Wang Guilan finally stopped her sad voice and pulled Yang Heng into the house.

Then the family sat in the living room and began to ask about Yang Heng’s experience during this period.

Yang Heng naturally said nicely, "I am a big or small person now, so I don't want to mention my salary. It's nearly 10,000 yuan a month. Isn't it a bad thing to eat and drink?"

When he said this, Yang Heng took out a bank card from his arms and handed it to Wang Guilan.

"Mom, you keep this card. This is the money I earned during my rituals."

Wang Guilan picked up the bank card and looked at it, then said, "How much money can you make for rituals? I don't need any 80 cents of you, so you should keep it yourself to buy some food to nourish your body."

When he said this, Wang Guilan looked at Yang Cheng and started to cry again: "I see you have lost a lot of weight during this period, how can this be done? You must pay attention to your health in the future."

After hearing this, Yang Heng touched his nose helplessly. In fact, he felt that he had gained weight during this period.

This is mainly because in ancient times, Yang Heng's food, clothing and expenses were provided by Wang Dashan. In order to curry favor with Yang Heng, Wang Dashan kept delivering delicious food and drinks to the Land Temple.

In addition, Erya's craftsmanship is also good, so to be honest, Yang Heng is much better than modern food.

"I'm fine. The salary card is enough for me to spend. You can collect the money for this ritual."

After hearing this, Wang Guilan thought about it, and then took the bank card into her arms, she said, "What you said makes sense. Money will definitely be spent indiscriminately in your men's hands, and there must be a woman who will hold it for you."

When talking about this, Wang Guilan glanced at Yang Hongwei next to her.

Seeing that his wife had a bad attitude, Yang Hongwei hurriedly turned his head aside.

Yang Heng and Yang Kang sat next to him and saw that there was a story.

Although Yang Kang was close to their family and was embarrassed to speak, Yang Heng had no such concern.

"Mom, what's going on? What did Dad do to be sorry for you?"

"Don't talk nonsense. I did something that I'm sorry for your mother. I have never dared to see any other woman except your mother in my life."

When talking about this, Yang Hongwei felt a little aggrieved.

"You dare, if you dare to provoke another woman, I will break your legs."

After saying this, Wang Guilan also started to laugh.

After Wang Guilan said this, everyone realized what was going on.

It turns out that Mr. Yang Hongwei has become obsessed with antiques during this period.

As a newcomer who has just entered this industry, Yang Hongwei should have taken action more and less.

As a result, Yang Hongwei himself was not aware of himself. After reading a few books, he felt that he was amazing, but he paid the tuition several times.

Moreover, antiques, whether real or fake, are not cheap. After Wang Guilan found out about this, she taught Yang Hongwei a lesson several times.

Yang Heng also became interested in it when he heard that his father had entered the antiques business now.

"How is this? Is this industry easy to mess with?"

"It's so nonsense. If it's so easy, I won't be scolded by your mother."

Yang Kang, who was sitting next to him, was also a businessman and knew a little about the inside story in the antique industry. "The antiques are fake, and they are very testable. If you don't pay attention, you will pay a large amount of tuition."

Yang Heng nodded after listening to it, but his eyes lit up.

Yang Heng has always had a thought, which originated from his bronze seal.

Since the copper seal was considered a treasure in ancient times, the thousands of years of history of China left behind countless Taoist treasures.

These things have no power in modern society, but can they become an incredible magic weapon when they go to another world?

"Dad, can you take me to the antique market for a walk if you have time?"

"What do you mean by boy?"

"Aren't I curious about antiques?"

"Don't give me a sloppy eye. You guy stick your butt out. I know what you are pulling. Say, what exactly do you want to do?"

Yang Heng touched his head embarrassedly, and then said, "Isn't this my little Taoist temple? Is there a lot of magic weapons? I'm thinking about buying a few antiques to decorate the facade."

After hearing this, Yang Hongwei nodded, but he suddenly asked again: "Will you reimburse the money for buying magic weapons?"

"Okay, my dad, what good things are you thinking about? Now, except for my salary, everything else in my little Taoist temple is self-profit and loss."

Wang Guilan was a little dissatisfied when she heard her son's words, "What are you saying? You actually have to pay for your own money when you buy utensils for the public?"

Yang Kang sat next to him, listening to Wang Guilan's words, and felt that it was necessary to say a few words to his cousin.

"Aunt Wang, although you need to pay some money to buy a guy business, isn't it all Yang Heng who returns to the rituals? This also has both pros and cons."

After hearing this, Wang Guilan took out the bank card from her arms and shook it, and then said, "With Yang Heng's ability, how much money can he earn after being a fake Taoist priest for several months? At best, it is only a few thousand yuan."

After hearing this, Yang Kang felt that what Wang Guilan said made sense, so he could only stop talking.

But Yang Heng felt that his ability was questioned.

"What a few thousand yuan? I tell you there are 500,000 yuan in this card."

As soon as Yang Heng finished speaking, the other people stared at Yang Heng together. However, this was not a surprised expression, but a fool looking at Yang Heng.

"What are your visions? I tell you, I'm not mentally ill, there are indeed 500,000 in this card."
Chapter completed!