The caregiver Lao Wang was left behind to guard Chen Guifa, while Yang Haoran and Li Qian got into Chen Zhitian's car and went to Longtian County, Chen Guifa's hometown.
Longtian County is already outside the jurisdiction of Haishi, but the distance is not very far.
The distance was only about 200 kilometers, and Chen Zhitian drove for three hours before getting off the highway.
"Mr. Yang, does my father's illness have anything to do with my ancestral home in my hometown?"
After enduring it for a long time, Chen Zhitian couldn't help but ask.
Yang Haoran was closing his eyes to rest his mind, and replied lazily: "It's just a possibility, or it may have nothing to do with it. You will understand after seeing it."
Li Qian blurted out very strangely: "Why is the ancestral house related to illness? Isn't this a matter that Mr. Feng Shui should take care of? Can doctors also cross borders?"
Yang Haoran glanced at Li Qian angrily and snorted softly.
"What do you know, silly girl? Everything in the world is connected, and there is a reason for life to continue. Every life is closely related to the surrounding environment, and this old man is not a disease!"
Chen Zhitian's heart skipped a beat and he asked in panic, "Mr. Yang, can you tell me what happened to my father?"
There was sudden silence in the car, and then it was broken by Yang Haoran's two words.
"evil!"
Chen Zhitian took a sharp breath: "Evil? I went to see a Taoist master three months ago and didn't see any problems!"
Li Qian's eyes widened: "Are you sure you're right? Doctors also believe in evil?"
Yang Haoran glanced at Li Qian with disdain: "You are wrong, I am a Taoist priest first, and a doctor second. And let me correct you, evil is a real thing, not some imaginary thing."
"And the Taoist master you hired is probably also a Bangchui. But luckily that guy didn't notice, otherwise the Bangchui might have to go see the Grandmaster!"
Yang Haoran's understatement made Chen Zhitian feel nervous. The matter seemed a bit serious!
Feeling anxious, Chen Zhitian drove through Longtian County and headed into the mountains.
Half an hour later, three people appeared in a small mountain village located in a mountain col.
Chen Zhitian parked the car in an open space at the foot of the hillside.
"There is no road ahead, so we can only walk in. I feel wronged to Mr. Yang."
Chen Zhitian led the way through a dense bamboo forest and saw several old tile-roofed houses built at the foot of the hillside from a distance.
The front door of the house was covered with low thatch, and it was obvious that no one had been there for a long time.
The tiles on the roof are also covered with moss, full of vicissitudes of life.
However, overall, the construction of the house is not crude. Although the lattice windows look dilapidated and desolate, they were definitely the work of a wealthy family back then.
There was a chain hanging on the door and it was not locked.
With a crashing sound, Chen Zhitian opened the door, and a rotten smell hit his face.
Li Qian covered her nose in disgust, while Yang Haoran was looking around.
Seeing somewhere on the eaves, Yang Haoran's expression suddenly became solemn, and then he took a breath of air.
"The hexagram hangs a wind chime, the five ghosts are born, happy and unintentional, and the thunderbolt scares the dragon! The person who built this house is not simple!"
Li Qian looked at Yang Haoran with a strange look on her face: "Are you reading poetry? It's so strange." Dingmin Novel Network
Yang Haoran had a black line on his head: "Which of your ears can hear that I am reciting poetry? I am talking about Taoist formulas."
By this time, the smell in the room had almost dissipated, and Chen Zhitian turned around and said hello.
"Mr. Yang, do you want to come in and take a look?"
As Yang Haoran stepped into the house, he asked: "What did the person who built this house do?"
Chen Zhitian was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I really can't tell you the specifics. I was born in Haishi. I only know that this is my father's ancestral home, and I have only been here seven times.
As for who built it, I seem to have some impression, let me think about it."
Chen Zhitian put his hand on his forehead and thought for dozens of seconds before suddenly looking up.
"I remembered that my father said when I was young that the original owner of this house was not our family, but an old man who lived here in seclusion. It is said that the old man was quite strange, and later gave the house away for some unknown reason.
My grandfather, or my grandfather moved in after he died."
Yang Haoran listened and walked along the wall, tapping the wall with his hands from time to time, making a dull sound.
Suddenly Yang Haoran stopped and turned around to look at Chen Zhitian. The sharp look in his eyes shocked Chen Zhitian's heart.
"Did your father move out here after your grandfather died? Also, after all these years, do you know where your ancestral grave is? Or where is your grandfather's grave?"
"Ancestral graves? There is no ancestral grave in my family. My father said that my grandfather came here as a refugee, so there is no way that there is an ancestral grave. As for my grandfather's grave, my father said that it was buried in a cave deep in the mountains, and he never took me there."
Yang Haoran's sudden smile frightened both Chen Zhitian and Li Qian.
"As expected, I think I understand. Your grandfather must have had the same symptoms as your father now. It wasn't that he didn't want to be buried in peace after his death, but he just didn't dare.
If my guess is correct, there must be something hidden in this house. As long as we find that thing, we can find the whereabouts of your grandfather's body."
Yang Haoran said it in an understatement, but Chen Zhitian and Li Qian felt a little horrified when they heard it.
What kind of corpse are you looking for? Chen Zhitian is already forty years old. His grandfather's corpse may have turned into white bones long ago.
Chen Zhitian smiled bitterly: "Mr. Yang, is my father's illness really related to the ancestral home here? Why are you still looking for my grandfather's body?"
"Of course I want to treat your father's illness. The root of the disease is here."
Chen Zhitian and Li Qian were still confused, but Yang Haoran felt an inexplicable excitement.
When he saw the hexagram hanging wind chimes on the eaves outside the house, he already had some doubts, but now he can almost confirm it.
Where the body of Chen Zhitian's grandfather is located, there must be a Five Ghost Token.
If it is found, plus the two pieces Yang Haoran got before, it will be equivalent to completing half of the goal of Taoist Wukong's last words.
This seems to be much smoother than Yang Haoran expected.
But to find the location of Chen Zhitian's grandfather's remains, one more thing is needed, and it must be in this ancestral house.
Yang Haoran searched almost inch by inch, not missing a corner.
Chen Zhitian and Li Qian had no idea what they were doing and could only look at Yang Haoran stupidly.
Yang Haoran has reached the end of the house, and his hands are tapping on the wall.
Suddenly the sound of knocking changed. Yang Haoran immediately stopped and looked over with bright eyes.
The wall seems to be the same as other places, but if you look closely, you can see a small crack.