Ding Fan had to give him an idea and whispered a few words. Hai Guanghui cleared his throat and said: "Old man, my grandfather is a cultivator. An ordinary peach wood stick cannot make him lose his soul. In fact, our family also hates him and wants to take him back.
Throw it into the furnace, burn it to ashes, then let it climb the chimney and turn it into a puff of smoke."
After saying that, Hai Guanghui was agitated again. He didn't have deep feelings for this grandfather, but it was too much to say. He could only silently repent of his sins as a last resort!
"Really?" Zhang Shancui's eyes suddenly lit up, looking very interested.
"That's the purpose. My grandma is at home and scolds him every day, even more harshly than you!" Hai Guanghui continued against his will.
"Haha, great, take him away quickly. This big liar should be kept alive so that he doesn't come out to harm others in the next life." Zhang Shancui laughed so hard that Ding Fan quickly stepped forward to help her. At this age, he can't be overjoyed.
Great tragedy, something will happen.
Hai Guanghui immediately ran out and arranged for his bodyguards to dig the grave. He came back soon. He also wanted to know what happened back then so that he could give an explanation to his family.
Zhang Shancui was in a good mood, and under the influence of Hai Guanghui's emotions, he cursed and told the story about the past.
Zhang Shancui, a widow who suffered from leprosy and was discriminated against by the villagers, not long after moving here, Haishan came, saying that she had received guidance from Huang Xianren and came here to accompany her.
Thanks to Haishan for not disapproving of her illness, the two of them planted grass for incense in the mountains and fields, knelt down and worshiped the heaven and earth, and became husband and wife.
Unfortunately, in the name of husband and wife, but not in reality, Haishan has never really touched Zhang Shancui and has been engaged in so-called spiritual practice. Although Zhang Shancui is a little regretful, he should be content with his situation and not complain about anything.
During this period, Haishan often went down the mountain to buy things, and every time he brought her some small gifts. The two of them lived in harmony with Meimei. This situation lasted until his death ten years ago.
Zhang Shancui didn't feel anything wrong with someone accompanying her, but when the person died, she felt something was wrong.
Zhang Shancui suspected that Haishan was just a homeless person, and he only wanted someone to die with him!
Zhang Shancui also firmly believed that she had been tricked by Haishan all her life and ended up childless and alone. She would even have no one to bury her when she died.
I am so stupid, my hair turns gray in the blink of an eye, I have nothing, what do I want in this life?
Finally, all this turned into anger and was sprinkled on the grave.
That's too much, shameless!
Hai Guanghui kept scolding him against his will, fearing that the old lady would get up to something again and prevent her from taking away her grandfather's body.
Half an hour later, everything was done.
Because there was no coffin, the bones were badly decayed. There was only a small package of remaining bones, and the specific parts could not be distinguished. The bodyguards rummaged through the place several times, and that was all they had, so they had to take it away with the surrounding soil.
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"Old man, go down the mountain!" Ding Fan advised.
"I have nothing to think about anymore, let's go down the mountain! I don't know how many of those fools in my youth are still alive." Zhang Shancui actually agreed.
This is the best. No one would have the heart to leave an old lady here.
Since he decided to go down the mountain, Zhang Shancui didn't want the items in the house, so he just took them away. Ding Fan checked around and found no precious books. In fact, he most wanted to find medical books, but there were none. Maybe Haishan was dying.
Before, I was so disappointed that I was burned.
After hearing from Ding Fan that there was nothing valuable, Hai Guanghui didn't even bother to look at it. He just wanted to leave here as soon as possible.
He left another 30,000 yuan for Qin Fu to use specifically to take care of Zhang Shancui. Hai Guanghui and Ding Fan took their bodyguards and carried a small bag of bones, crossed the single-plank bridge again, and ran and bumped down the mountain.
After putting the bag in the trunk and starting the car, Hai Guanghui was half lying on the back seat, exhausted, as if he had just fought a hard battle.
"Brother, your brain is so good. You managed to take care of the old lady. Otherwise, today would have been in vain." Hai Guanghui said sincerely.
"I'm sorry that you scolded my grandfather." Ding Fan said.
"Just scold him. If he cares about it, he has to go to the old lady first! She scolds the most!" Hai Guanghui waved his hand and asked: "Brother, what do you think of the feng shui of my grandfather's cemetery?"
Ding Fan really took a look at Feng Shui. He may have hit it by mistake, but it was really good, not first-class, but almost first-class but qualified.
"That Feng Shui is called the treasure basin bureau, which can make future generations rich. If you guessed it correctly, Hai Dong only developed in the past ten years!" Ding Fan said.
"That's right, I used to be quite poor and I was a car repairman." Hai Guanghui nodded and sighed, "I didn't expect that my grandfather died and I borrowed his light."
"This is the protection of Zu Yin. Before this, the descendants had the luck left by their ancestors." Ding Fan said.
"Brother, shouldn't the cemetery be moved?"
Hai Guanghui regretted it again, and even began to think that waiting for the old lady to come down the mountain and bury the bones back again would be a treasure trove!
"In my opinion, it should be moved. The Baopeng Bureau is true, but the structure is too small. It can only last twenty years of wealth. Moreover, there is another unsatisfactory place." Ding Fan said.
"Brother, please speak!"
"With this pattern, there will be no sons after three generations."
"That's right!"
Hai Guanghui slapped his thigh and sincerely admired Ding Fan's ability. He had two daughters. Later, his wife failed to survive several pregnancies and all of them aborted male fetuses.
"After you go back, hurry up and dispose of the bones. If they stay for more than seven days, evil spirits will be generated." Ding Fan said.
"To be honest, even if it's my grandfather in the bag, I'm still jealous. Brother, a good person will do his best to the end, send Buddha to the West, and you can help me choose a good Feng Shui to bury him, the kind who has a son.
." Hai Guanghui discussed.
Guys who favor boys over girls, despise one first, Ding Fan said: "Of course, I will ask for leave at worst."
"Thank you so much." Hai Guanghui said happily, scratching his head again, "Brother, according to the city's requirements, you can only enter the cemetery."
"Even though the tombstones in the cemetery are one after another, they actually have something to do with Feng Shui," Ding Fan said.
"Please, brother, how about tomorrow morning?" Hai Guanghui was very anxious.
"You'd better pick me up at Mr. Bai's villa. You don't need to be as early as today. Let me have a good sleep." Ding Fan agreed.
Everything was discussed, and Hai Guanghui also felt relieved from the pressure on his heart. It was also a psychological effect. He felt that his waist was better, his head no longer hurt, and he felt comfortable everywhere.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the convoy returned to Jingyang City. Hai Guanghui asked his men to take the bag of bones back first, and then took Ding Fan to the five-star Honglai Hotel.
This is one of the most upscale hotels in Jingyang City. Needless to say, it is expensive. Even so, it is overcrowded, so you must book in advance.
Hai Guanghui is a diamond VIP here and enjoys special privileges. He made a phone call and booked a luxury private room on the top floor of the hotel.
Just as he was about to get off the car and go have a meal, Ding Fan's cell phone rang, making him frown.