Chen Changsheng and the members of the state religion returned to the Taoist Hall.
The wind and snow did not stop and fell all night.
He also waited all night.
There was no movement in the Tang family, and there was no sign of turmoil.
For the past three years, the second master of the Tang family has actually been in charge of the family business and the internal affairs of the houses. He is undoubtedly the most important person in the city.
But his disappearance doesn't appear to have had any impact on the city.
This once again proves that Wenshui City will always be the city of the Tang family, and the Tang family will always be the head of Mrs. Tang.
What disturbed the state church members and Chen Changsheng was that the door of the ancestral hall was still closed after a whole night.
Tang Thirty-Six has not been released yet.
When the first ray of light fell on Wenshui in the morning, the last snowflake fell at the same time, and then the snow stopped.
The cessation of the wind and snow was so sudden that no one had any mental preparations, just like the old house of the Tang family sent a letter to the Dao Temple.
The streets and alleys in the city are covered with thick snow, reflecting the red and warm morning glow, looking like burning grass.
Chen Changsheng and his party came to the old house again. This time, he was treated much more solemnly than yesterday. Mrs. Tang personally waited for him in the yard.
"I was supposed to go to the Daoist Hall to pay homage to His Excellency the Pope, but the wind and cold hadn't healed, and I was so old." Old Master Tang said to Chen Changsheng.
There is no sincerity in either the demeanor or the tone of voice, and of course there is no need for sincerity. Both of them know that it is just for others to see.
Chen Changsheng followed along and said, "I don't know what's going on with the eldest master's illness?"
The disease here naturally refers to poison.
Old Mrs. Tang said: "Yesterday, someone went to the Longevity Sect to invite an expert to come and treat him."
The cure mentioned here naturally means that the Tang family has confirmed that the Longevity Sect has an antidote, which can naturally be obtained with the Tang family's ability.
Hearing these words, Chen Changsheng finally felt relieved, and even though he and Nanke couldn't get rid of the poison of the underworld on Su's body, he and Nanke didn't have the confidence to be able to detoxify others.
While speaking, the two of them had already entered the room, and all sight lines were cut off. Naturally, there was no need for hypocritical politeness, and they went directly to the topic.
"It's best if you can detoxify, even if you can't detoxify, it doesn't matter, just die."
Old Mrs. Tang said indifferently: "The second child didn't even think about it. Even if he killed brother Tang yesterday, I wouldn't choose him."
Because he has many sons, and he should still live for decades or even hundreds of years, and he still has time to educate and train a qualified successor to the head of the family.
Chen Changsheng didn't believe Mrs. Tang's words.
If Tang Sanshiliu was really killed yesterday, the Tang family would inevitably face the counterattack from Chen Changsheng and the state religion. Even in order to gain the support of Shang Xingzhou and the court, he would push the second master of the Tang family to be the head of the family.
But Chen Changsheng understood why Mrs. Tang said that.
Old Mrs. Tang wanted him to know that in yesterday's situation, he didn't have to give the Tang family to the second house, but in today's situation, he still didn't have to give it to the head house.
Because the relationship between Chen Changsheng and Tang Thirty-Six was too close, the relationship between the eldest house and the state religion had always been too close.
Old Mrs. Tang abolished the second master's position as the Patriarch, but still chose to side with Shang Xingzhou and the court.
He looked at Chen Changsheng and asked, "Do you not understand why I support your master so firmly?"
Chen Changsheng thought about the dog he saw on the street yesterday morning, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Maybe I can understand a little bit, because you are like-minded people."
"The word Tongdao is very good, because many years ago, after Luoyang was rescued, your master Shang Youyin and I were indeed the same way back to Kyoto."
Old Mrs. Tang looked towards the well in the courtyard, and his eyes fell on the snow along the well.
"I traveled around in those few years, but knowing that I was the young master of the Tang family, no matter whether it was the previous dynasty or the Daoist sect or those anti-kings, who would dare to show me the slightest disrespect, and there was no chance to experience the hardships and dangers of the world. I thought Things in the world are probably like this. Even if some people may have a harder life, what does it have to do with me? However, you were surrounded by the demons for three full months, during which there were countless tragedies... In the end, who would care that you are the eldest son of the Tang family?"
Old Mrs. Tang narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his eyes were occasionally wrinkled, with some self-deprecating, but more painful.
In March of the beacon fire company, even the red eagles summoned in Luoyang City were secretly slaughtered and eaten by some strong men, let alone the bark. The demons raped, killed, and plundered outside the city, and the sporadic human rebels in the city became crazy because of despair. The demons were eating people everywhere on both sides of the Wei River, and the people in Luoyang were also eating people, and there were bones everywhere in the water.
Even if his mind is as cold and hard as his, he doesn't want to make more memories of those scenes back then.
Of course, he didn't want to see that kind of picture reappear in front of his eyes.
so.
"No chaos, these are the three words that I care most about in my life."
"Destroy the demons, this is what I want to accomplish most in my life."
"The Tang family is strong enough to have the right to choose, so how do you choose between the state religion and the court?"
"I choose the strongest side."
"What is strong? Besides whose fist is bigger, it also depends on who punches more steadily."
Old Mr. Tang looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "Your fist is not big enough now, and as for stability, it is much worse than your teacher."
Chen Changsheng knew that this was the final attitude of Mrs. Tang, so he didn't comment further on it.
"I have nothing else to say. I just want to take him away. I came to Wenshui to pick him up, not to persuade the Tang family to change their mind."
That's what he said to the second master of the Tang family that day in the Taoist Palace.
It's just that the second master of the Tang family didn't believe his words, and responded with a silent and mocking smile.
Old Mrs. Tang's vision was stronger than his own son's, so it was natural to see that Chen Changsheng was speaking the truth.
The whole thing is that simple, young people do things that are so simple.
Mrs. Tang thought of the interesting things that happened on the journey away from Luoyang with Shang Yuyin countless years ago, and was silent for a long time.
Almost all of their generation is dead now, even if he and Shang Xingzhou are alive, they are already old, but they were young after all.
"I promise you." Old Mrs. Tang looked at him and said, "Speaking of which, he should have come out by now."
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Today's Wenshui City is much more lively than a few days ago.
The second master of the Tang family was imprisoned somewhere, and the second house lost power. The audit and cleaning were being carried out at the same time, but the shops along the street had already opened, and there were more pedestrians.
The main street in front of the ancestral hall was even more noisy at this time. The stewards, shopkeepers and servants of Tang's family room were waiting outside the door protecting Mrs. Tang.
Suddenly, the heavy wooden door of the ancestral hall slowly opened.
Tang Thirty-Six came out from inside.
Just like when he came out of the Tianshu Mausoleum many years ago, he was unkempt, covered in dust, and became much thinner, as if he had suffered a lot.
But his eyes became brighter, his expression was much calmer than before, and his temperament was calm.
Looking at her son, Mrs. Tang's eyes were slightly wet, and she forcibly suppressed her emotions, not daring to cry out.
What happened next proved to people that he was still the same Tang Thirty-Six.
Regardless of being locked up in the ancestral hall for half a year, his expression and temperament have changed a lot from before.
He asked the crowd, "Where's the old man?"
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