Zhang Fan responded, "Old lady, this Wangjiabao Village should be your hometown, right?"
"Yes, it's my hometown."
The old lady's soul responded.
"When I get there, I will arrange a tomb for you so that you can go home and visit during the Ghost Festival."
Zhang Fan smiled.
"well!"
The old lady said two good words in a row, with a look of gratitude on her face, "Young man, thank you so much. By the way, my name is Wang Guizhen, and I must be 78 years old this year."
Zhang Fan smiled and nodded.
At this moment, Wu Jun slowly opened his eyes, with an unconcealable smile on his face.
"Are you satisfied with this training?"
Zhang Fan asked with a smile.
"Yeah! I'm very satisfied. This practice lasted for half a month."
Wu Jun replied.
"From now on, this is yours."
Zhang Fan said.
"That's not okay. Giving such a precious thing to a bad old man like me is of no use. You should give it to a talented young man."
Wu Jun quickly refused, "By the way, I still have those two iron rods. The function of the iron rods I want to show you is to gather the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. However, the effect is much worse than that of the bronze throne.
"
Zhang Fan glanced at Wu Jun, and instead of quarreling with Wu Jun, he glanced at the skinny old man's soul and the old lady's soul.
"You go to the underworld."
Zhang Fan said, "Old lady, I wish you a good life in your next life."
Although the old lady's soul is incomplete, she has never done anything harmful to nature in her life, and she will not be punished in the underworld. Therefore, reincarnation is no problem, but the skinny old man is not sure, and he may completely disappear from this world.
Already.
But everything has a cause and effect, and hateful people do not deserve sympathy.
"Thank you for your blessing, young man."
The old lady's soul smiled happily, and then turned into golden light and disappeared between heaven and earth.
The skinny old man sighed heavily. He seemed to be less understanding than the young man in front of him in his life. Then, he turned into starlight and disappeared between the sky and the earth.
Zhang Fan recited a spell and led everyone and the Bronze Throne out of the cave. After Ku Jianshan said goodbye to Zhang Fan, he walked out of the mountain to find his happy life.
Zhang Fan and the three of them went to the Zhuang tribe at the foot of the mountain together. At this time, the food in the Zhuang tribe was full of aroma, and the smell made people appetite.
"Village Chief Luo, I would like to call down the people from our tribe. How about we thank Mr. Zhang together?"
Wu Jun looked at Luo Jie and asked.
Luo Jie's eyes lit up and he said, "Of course that's good! You're most welcome!"
In the past few years, Luo Jie tried to make good friends with Wu Jun's tribe more than once, but Wu Jun was unable to make progress and failed. Now that Wu Jun is actively showing his goodwill, Luo Jie is of course very happy. He thinks to himself, this stubborn person
The guy finally figured it out.
At noon, villagers from two tribes and one village put aside their ancient grudges and finally came together. Zhang Fan's contribution was huge.
During lunch time, villagers from the two tribes came over one after another to toast Zhang Fan to express their gratitude.
Even though Zhang Fan had a good drinking capacity, he couldn't bear to drink like this. It was difficult to refuse such hospitality. In addition, Zhang Fan had nothing to do, so he didn't refuse.
The meal lasted until three o'clock in the afternoon, and Zhang Fan was helped back to Wu Jun's house to rest by Wu Lei and Wu Feng.
Zhang Fan slept from three o'clock in the afternoon to six o'clock the next morning. Zhang Fan summoned the bronze throne from the space ring and placed it in the hallway of Wu Jun's house. He left a picture on the bronze throne.
After reading the note, he went down the mountain.
Wu Jun, who went to work in the medicinal material warehouse at five in the morning, returned home at seven in the morning. After seeing the bronze throne, he frowned, then quickly walked forward and opened the note left by Zhang Fan.
.
"Chief Wu, this thing is of no use to me, so I'll leave it to you. Even if you don't need it, the children in the tribe need it, but at the same time, you must be careful. It's a crime to carry a treasure, so be careful."
Wu Jun nodded heavily at first, looking in the direction of the door, with a happy smile on his face.
After Zhang Fan came down from the mountain, he went straight to the airport where Dongxing Village is located. He did not book a flight to Pingshan, but to Da'an City, Longjiang Province. He was going to Wangjiabao Village, the old lady's hometown, to find
The talisman left by Chi You, the God of War.
After getting off the plane, after another two-hour drive, Zhang Fan finally arrived at Wangjiabao Village. Wangjiabao Village is now a well-off village worthy of its name. Every family has a two-story villa, the roads are clean, and the greening is quite stylish.
Zhang Fan walked around the entire village but didn't see anyone. When Zhang Fan was about to go to the house opposite him to inquire about the situation, a rather magnetic voice of a middle-aged man came from behind Zhang Fan, "
Young man, what’s the matter with you coming to our village?”
Zhang Fan looked back and saw in front of him a middle-aged man of about forty years old, "I am a relative of your village Wang Guizhen, and I would like to build a tomb for her here."
"Wang Guizhen?"
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly, "I've never heard of this person?"
"If she were still alive, she would be seventy-eight years old this year. If you don't know her, the elders in your village should know her."
Zhang Fan replied.
"My mother is eighty this year. Let me ask you to ask her. This is my home."
The middle-aged man pointed to the house nearby.
"Thank you."
Zhang Fan thanked him.
Through chatting, I learned that the middle-aged man’s name was Li Chengliang, and the hospitality of Northeastern people was vividly reflected in him. After learning that Zhang Fan had not eaten, he asked his wife to cook some food for Zhang Fan.
Li Chengliang invited his mother out of the bedroom, intending to let Zhang Fan eat while asking his mother about the situation.
Li Chengliang's mother was kind-hearted and a person with profound blessings. After sitting down, she took the initiative to say: "Young man, I know Wang Guizhen, but he and his husband left our village fifty years ago, and their homestead is in ours."
North."
"Is this Wang Guizhen Li Kang's wife?"
Li Chengliang answered in surprise.
"right."
Li Chengliang's mother nodded.
The skinny old man's name is Li Kangri.
"In that case, I still want to call this Wang Guizhen aunt."
Li Chengliang added that Li Chengliang's father and Li Kangri were the same great-great-grandfather, and the two families had some blood relationship, but this blood relationship was already very thin.
"By the way, young man, leave as soon as you finish your business. Don't ask about Wang Guizhen's homestead and housing reform, otherwise it will cause you trouble."