Ding Fan crossed his legs, looked at Tong Chunlei, and said directly, "To put it simply, Brother Tong, there is an image of a tomb in your third luck. If I guess correctly, are you building a tomb for yourself?"
Tong Chunlei looked stunned. This matter had been carried out secretly and he had never mentioned it to Jiang Yuemei. The only people who knew about it were a few brothers from his hometown!
"I'm asking you something, right?" Jiang Yuemei urged.
"That's true. I thought that my life was too hard and my hair was turning gray before my eyes, so I built a tomb for myself in my hometown." Tong Chunlei chuckled.
"I don't care about others, but I still think of myself as a prince, general, and prime minister. I want to build a tomb while I'm alive!" Jiang Yuemei said with disdain.
"The size should be quite large, it's a big tomb, right?" Ding Fan added.
"Yes." Tong Chunlei scratched his head and emphasized, "Little brother, my tomb has been built for more than ten years and nothing has ever happened. Does it have anything to do with it?"
"It's related!" Ding Fan said firmly, "Living people built tombs, also called living temples. They only existed in ancient times and in cemeteries dedicated to big families now. I'll tell you what I don't like to hear. Ordinary people do this without breaking the rules.
, and can’t hold it down.”
"But, how many years have it been?" Tong Chunlei said unwillingly.
"It was fine before, but it's hard to say now. At this moment, I'm afraid there is someone in the tomb! There is only one head of each household, and the same is true for the cemetery, so it will affect you." Ding Fan said.
"No, it's impossible! I'm not dead yet, who will be buried in it?" Tong Chunlei was a bit confused.
Ding Fan shrugged, it wasn't clear, that's all he could tell.
"Chunlei, why don't you just call your hometown and ask? At worst, go back by yourself!" Jiang Yuemei frowned.
"Let me ask first!"
As Tong Chunlei said this, he took out a mobile phone from his pocket. Jiang Yuemei saw it and slapped her thigh again. It was still an old-style mobile phone! Don't worry that the communication company's signal will be delisted and you won't even be able to receive business!
"Live frugally, but build yourself a big tomb! It has been built for more than ten years, and it costs millions at least!" Jiang Yuemei curled her lips.
"Haha, Sister Mei, how is Sister Qingfan doing now?" Ding Fan asked with a smile.
"I listened to you, I asked her to go to school! To be honest, her foundation is too poor, and she is not good at those brain-consuming majors. She should learn a little first, and then she can further her studies later!"
"Sister Mei is far-sighted!"
"It's not you who helped me, but that girl is so stubborn!" After Jiang Yuemei finished speaking, she glanced out and complained that Tong Chunlei's call was too long.
Ten minutes later, Tong Chunlei finally came back. He rushed to Ding Fan excitedly, pointed at his cell phone and said, "Brother Ding Fan, this is amazing, you got everything right! The brothers of the same race who we just talked to are right next to the cemetery.
When he was farming, he went in and took a look. He almost pissed himself because there was a homeless man dead inside, and it was old and rotten!"
Ouch!
Jiang Yuemei's eyes widened. She believed in Ding Fan's ability, but it was really eye-opening to be able to tell from a person's face that a shrine had been built in his family!
"Haha, I'm telling you, Xiaofan won't disappoint anyone! Chunlei, did you get enough of the 100,000?" Jiang Yuemei laughed.
"It's definitely not a loss." Tong Chunlei didn't have the time to discuss this, and quickly asked: "Brother, my tomb took a long time to build, and it was used by a beggar first. What should I do next?"
"Brother Tong, what do you think we should do?" Ding Fan asked.
"Anyway, I don't want to use it anymore!"
"I think so too. Building a tomb is actually useless, especially for living people. If something like this happens, it will affect my luck. If you ask me, it's better to give it up!" Ding Fan said.
"It cost a lot of money!" Tong Chunlei said with pain.
Jiang Yuemei was so angry that she shook her head. She gave up her life rather than her wealth, so she might as well die and be buried in it!
Ding Fan smiled and said: "If Brother Tong doesn't want to waste resources, let me tell you, it is better to sell it and use public funds or carry out renovations, etc."
"Well, I'll think of a way." Tong Chunlei sighed again and said angrily, "I'm almost pissed off! I've never treated those brothers in my hometown badly, and I've always asked them to take care of them. What happened like this
They didn’t even notice the big thing, and it’s not too hot to take my hard-earned money!”
"You are just busy!" Jiang Yuemei snorted.
"No!" Tong Chunlei asked again with a cold face, "Brother, if I hadn't met you, would I have been dead?"
Before Ding Fan could answer, Jiang Yuemei helped, "It must be!"
Ding Fan smiled, waved his hand and said: "To be honest, that's not the case. First of all, whether the luck is strong or weak, it may not have very serious consequences. Also, sooner or later, the homeless man's body will be discovered, and the rotten smell will also
Once it is gone, you will be healed then.”
Ouch!
Jiang Yuemei rolled her eyes. This little brother is also a real person. Why are you saying this? He should scare Tong Chunlei!
However, Tong Chunlei was convinced and said: "My little brother is very good at fortune telling. He is a master! Tong is convinced!"
To get an account, Tong Chunlei transferred 200,000 yuan to Ding Fan.
Jiang Yuemei naturally wanted to tease him, and he had learned to be generous when selling peanuts. Tong Chunlei smiled and said nothing, waiting for the clan brothers who were too lazy to carry him to find the homeless man, and he would have been half dead long ago.
Ding Fan saved him, and Tong Chunlei also wanted to make this friend.
Declining Jiang Yuemei's invitation to take a luxurious bath, Ding Fan and Chi Li returned to Fuyao Building to work.
"Xiao Fan, I admire you so much, how come I can tell he is building a tomb?" Chi Li, who was driving, was surprised and happy.
"Of course it's a test of the fortune teller's eyesight." Ding Fan pretended to stroke his beard, making Chi Li laugh, and then said: "Xiao Fan, show me, when will you get lucky?"
"Wealth is determined by fate. It's hard to say what your fortune will be, but right now Sister Li has a small source of wealth."
"Where?"
Chi Li was wondering when there was a transfer message on her mobile phone, it was 20,000 yuan!
Ding Fan smiled, thank you for your hard work!
Chi Li was so happy that she drove with one hand and grabbed Ding Fan's neck with the other hand, insisting on a kiss. Ding Fan was so frightened that he quickly dodged, "You're driving, don't be kidding!"
It was another fulfilling day. In the evening, when he returned to Fuyunju, Ding Fan had just sat down on the sofa when he saw Wu Yahuan coming out of the meditation room wearing yoga clothes.
"Sister Huan, have you gone to practice?" Ding Fan asked with a smile.
"Yeah, I always feel that I'm too lazy and it's time to work hard. The second brother said that the breath is flowing in his body, jumping here and there." Wu Yahuan said.
"Second brother is amazing. After a while, he should be really angry!" Ding Fan praised.
"Xiaofan, tell me, on the road to spiritual practice, do women make slower progress than men?" Wu Yahuan asked with a guilty conscience.
of course not!
What's more, Ding Fan brought with him a female leader in the spiritual world and his enemy Gu Chunmei!
"Practice depends on perseverance and has little to do with gender," Ding Fan said.
"Oh, that's because I didn't work hard enough." Wu Yahuan sighed and added, "A strange thing happened today. When I left in the morning, my mind was confused for a while, and I actually walked to the edge of the building and stepped on one foot. Fortunately, I didn't
People saw it! Otherwise, they would think I wanted to jump off the building."