This tailor shop is called Zhao Ji Tailor. Since Yang Shixuan can remember, Zhao Ji Tailor shop has been opened on this street. The owner is a middle-aged couple, who are honest and simple.

More than ten years have passed, and the shops on the street have been closed and changed, but Zhao Ji Tailor Shop has been preserved until now. When passing by the door of the shop, you can see two busy figures out what is outlined inside.

Yang Shixuan, who was seven years ago, had undergone a huge change from his current appearance. When he entered the door, the tailor and his wife did not recognize him, but just asked, "Do you make clothes?"

Yang Shixuan didn't say much, nodded and smiled, "Well, how much does it cost to make a perfect Taoist robe, a pair of white socks, and a pair of Taoist boots?"

Hearing this strange request, the tailor couple, who were over 60 years old, couldn't help but look at each other. The male shop owner asked, "Are there any requirements for materials?"

"Just ordinary cloth is fine." Yang Shixuan shook his head and smiled.

"Come here at noon tomorrow, there will be 2200 to total. Is there any problem?"

"No problem, I'll give you the deposit first." Yang Shixuan took out three red 100-dollar bills from his pocket and handed them to the old tailor before asking: "By the way, Uncle Zhao, how long has the grocery store diagonally opposite the door been closed?"

Perhaps it was called on the street by someone to Uncle Zhao and he was used to listening. The old tailor didn't think much about it and said directly: "It's almost six years, and the business is not easy to do, so many people have transferred it."

"Oh...thank you." Yang Shixuan nodded and thanked him. After taking the eighty yuan change handed over by the aunt, he turned around and left the tailor shop.

It was not until Yang Shixuan left that Tailor Zhao looked at Yang Shixuan's back with some surprise. After thinking for a long time, he then slapped his high fives and suddenly woke up, "Ah, that young man just now is the eldest son of the old Yang family! His name is Yang...what is Yang?"

"The eldest son of the old Yang family? Isn't it the one who was very naughty when he was a child?" The aunt next to him was stunned, and then said, "Call Yang Shixuan. When he was a child, he peed in the basin at our door. Later, his mother found out and was beaten up."

After responding casually, the aunt said hesitantly: "Didn't he say he went out to study in another place? I haven't seen him for many years. Why, he's back from graduation?"

"Didn't he just ordered a set of Taoist robes?" Uncle Zhao said blankly: "Can you go to be a Taoist priest?" Otherwise, why would he order these things?"

"Being a Taoist priest? Fortunately, his mother has passed away, otherwise she would have been beaten up again." The old lady said with a sigh: "But then again, this kid is really filial. When his mother passed away eight years ago, she insisted on lying on the coffin and refused to come down, and she was about to die... Alas!"

"Okay, okay, let alone the dead, it's bad luck." Uncle Zhao raised the yellow wooden ruler in his hand and said this, but his eyes turned to the street outside, "Old Yang's family has moved to the countryside. He counted his grocery store for the best business. Unexpectedly, shortly after his death, he suddenly became deserted... I don't know what's going on."

"I'm telling me not to say it, aren't you talking too?" The old lady next to her rolled her eyes.

At the same time, Yang Shixuan had already come to a store selling sacrificial supplies and bought some incense candles and paper money ingots for sacrificial sacrificials.

After staying on the Old Market Street for half an hour, Yang Shixuan left the Old Market with a large bag and a small bag. He stopped a rickshaw on the side of the road and got in and said, "Go to Chaihua Mountain."

The rickshaw driver was a black-faced man in his forties. When he heard Yang Shixuan's destination, he looked at the things Yang Shixuan was carrying, and then asked casually, "Do you go to visit the grave?"

"Yeah." Yang Shixuan nodded gently. The cynical smile that usually cynical had already disappeared from his face, and his heart felt a little sour.

Chaihua Mountain is located at the northernmost end of Huaide South Road. After less than ten minutes of riding a rickshaw, you have already reached the foot of Chaihua Mountain. Further ahead is a small road, which is difficult to get on the bicycle.

Yang Shixuan jumped out of the car with his things. After paying the car money, he stepped on the muddy loess and went up the mountain. His eyebrows were filled with a deep self-blame and a sad feeling of longing.

The scenes of childhood and adulthood appear in my mind one by one. Yang Shixuan walked for nearly half an hour from the foot of the mountain to the front of the grave, which was less than 500 meters away.

Since the country began to implement cremation, several cemeteries have been built in Wuhong County, but Chaihua Mountain is still the preferred burial place for locals in the county.

Along the way, Yang Shixuan walked and stopped and found his mother's grave half an hour later. It was a tomb poured with cement, with a semi-arched look, with two tomb holes in total. The tomb hole on the right has been sealed with stone slabs, but the tomb hole on the left is still empty.

Yang Shixuan's mother was buried in the tomb cave on the right, and the tomb cave on the left was the place he specially left for himself when his father asked someone to build the tomb.

It seems that people are often cleaning the graves, and Yang Shixuan has not seen many weeds around the cemetery. The platform poured with cement above the tomb hole is even cleaned.

But he did not pay too much attention to these details and gently put down the sacrificial supplies in his hand. Yang Shixuan had already shed two lines of clear tears without knowing it. He knelt in front of his mother's grave with a "thump" and shed tears, and said softly: "Mom... I'm here to see you... Your unfilial son is back. If your soul is still wandering in the tomb, please come out to see me..."

After saying that, Yang Shixuan respectfully kowtowed three times to his mother's tombstone, then pressed his thumb on the ground in front of him, and chanted softly: "Yin and Yang and Five Elements, Qiankun Transformation, the undead in the world, the seal will appear~!"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Shixuan's thumb pressed on the ground suddenly burst out with a hazy white light. Then the white light spread out like a tide, instantly covering the entire cemetery. In all areas covered by white light, some unusual gray aerosols appeared.

But just when Yang Shixuan was holding a glimmer of hope, hoping that he could see his mother again, his face suddenly changed. His originally gentle and sad eyes suddenly burst out with a sharp light that was almost solid. He looked at the top of his mother's cemetery and gritted his teeth and said, "Bastard... which beast did this?!!"
Chapter completed!