Fei Laocai called out twice, but several servants did not respond, and no one could be seen.

He was so angry that he walked out of the ancestral hall to look for someone.

However, they didn’t realize that all the God’s and Lord cards enshrined behind them had collapsed, with their letters facing down, as if they were shameless in front of others.

"It turns out that your family is descended from immortals."

At Fei Chengjun's house, Li Qingfeng suddenly became interested.

The reason is that Fei Chengjun said that his ancestor was the famous Fei Changfang in the Eastern Han Dynasty.

This is a cultivator recorded in Taoist classics. It is said that he has the ability to shrink the earth and can drive hundreds of ghosts.

Fei Chengjun waved his hand, "We farmers don't know what immortals are. But from our ancestors to this generation, there is a huge difference between rich and poor."

"There are people like me who dig in the fields, and there are people like Fei Laocai who are rich and unkind."

Li Qingfeng thought to himself that the local Fei clan members had not inherited anything other than their surname and bloodline.

This is normal. People who seek immortality and seek immortality have little family affection, especially ascended immortals, who have almost no protection for their descendants.

The Fei family worships Fei Changfang, but at a critical moment, it is uncertain whether this ancestor can show up.

Zhong Sheng scolded the little donkey, "Who told you to show off?"

The little donkey looked very aggrieved.

"You mean there is something unclean inside the castle?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fei Chengjun's wife hurried over.

"The ancestral tablet has fallen down, come and fix it."
Chapter completed!