"This is impossible! The child doesn't know where his ancestors' graves are buried, and he has never paid homage to them."
Han Yiwen firmly denied it with dissatisfaction, feeling that Long Xiaoye was just talking nonsense.
"Believe it or not, it's up to you!"
Long Xiaoye was also a little unhappy and explained: "At first, the child only had nightmares when he was disturbed by spells, which could be solved with a talisman. Now the situation has completely changed. A mage contacted him and obtained it through special means.
A deeper attack was carried out at the location of the ancestral graves.”
"Is the mage trying to harm the children?"
Han Yiwen seemed to understand, "But I think the child's symptoms are milder."
"That's just a symptom. The time it takes for him to wake up from nightmares is getting longer and longer. In a few months, the child will see ghosts during the day. By then, no matter how much money you ask, you will have to take it."
Han Yiwen's face was gloomy, and Wei Ming felt uncomfortable all over.
"Master Long, you wouldn't say it was Fulinguan, right?"
He introduced the person here, but he slapped him in the face when he turned around, regretting that he should not have brought Long Xiaoye here.
it's him!
Before Long Xiaoye could speak, Han Yiwen almost broke his steel teeth and was extremely angry.
"Some time ago, he called me and said that he needed a special material for a complete cure. He offered a price of five million, but I didn't agree."
"This son of a bitch is terrible at what he does."
Wei Ming could only scold him, then took out his cell phone and yelled that he wanted to call Fu Linguan to scold him, but he didn't get through.
"That's it. I've told you everything. Take my leave!"
Long Xiaoye stood up, greeted Linghu Yan and wanted to go out.
After hesitation, Han Yiwen still held Long Xiaoye's arm.
"Master Long, help people to the end, money is not an issue."
"It's not about money. You must trust me to avoid thankless efforts."
"I believe!"
Han Yiwen nodded vigorously and refused to let go.
"Is the ancestral grave far away?"
"It's not that far away from Zizigou Village. I had a Feng Shui master look at it in the early years and said it was good Feng Shui, so I haven't moved here since," Han Yiwen said frankly.
"Then hurry up and get there!" Long Xiaoye urged.
"If we go late, what will happen to the child?" Han Yiwen was shocked.
Long Xiaoye waved his hand: "I still have guests from far away at home, so I can't neglect them."
I see……
Han Yiwen wiped away cold sweat.
Pigeon Valley Village is less than 200 kilometers away from Fangyuan City.
Han Yiwen and Wei Ming were in the same car, leading the way, and bought a shovel along the way.
Long Xiaoye was in the same car with Linghu Yan and followed behind.
"Oh, I really didn't expect that this old guy Fu Linguan could be so bad."
As Linghuyan drove, he sighed deeply, feeling deeply ashamed that he once belonged to the same family as him.
"He has a mission to make money. I'm afraid the amount is not small, so of course he will do whatever it takes." Long Xiaoye said.
"When my sister is with you, she first learns to be upright."
"That's because my sister is kind-hearted."
"Haha, my brother is really good at talking. Life now is full of excitement and feels particularly relaxed." Ling Huyan laughed happily.
at noon,
The two cars drove into Gezigou Village, which is located deep in the mountains and has only a few dozen households.
Long Xiaoye had heard of the name of the small village. The taxi driver Pan Shangfeng's father, who had been lost in his early years, died in a foreign land and was casually buried here.
Linghu Yan knew more about the small village. He was sent by the Star Reaching Gate and lived here for a year, looking for usable medicinal materials.
Pigeon Valley Village is surrounded by mountains, with a deep ravine running from north to south.
There are sand and gravel structures on both sides of the deep trench, which makes it impossible to plant crops and is not conducive to the growth of trees. It is just covered with weeds.
once Upon a time,
Pigeons returning from distant places gathered here in large numbers to take a rest.
Eating grass seeds, eating fine sand, and drinking spring water is also a unique landscape.
However,
There are always greedy villagers who kill cute pigeons.
The injured pigeons never came again, leaving Pigeon Valley Village with its name empty.
Two cars stopped at the entrance of the village. Wei Ming took the initiative to carry the shovel. Under the leadership of Han Yiwen, the group walked slowly towards Dongshan.
Follow the path up the mountain, climb over a low mountain, and finally come to a pine forest.
"That's it!"
Han Yiwen pointed towards the hillside. Among the sparse pine trees, there were several raised graves with some pine needles falling on them.
"Why don't you erect a monument?" Long Xiaoye asked.
"The rules of our ancestors are not to erect monuments and move tombs without making a big fuss. I am a foreigner. Later I took root in Fangyuan, so I quietly moved my ancestral tombs here. It took a month to find a Feng Shui master from other places to choose the site." Han Yiwen
explain.
Long Xiaoye took out the compass from his bag and came to the front of the cemetery. While checking the pointer changes, he looked around.
"Mr. Han, are you the eldest son?"
Long Xiaoye asked.
"Yes, I have a younger brother who lives with his parents in other places. They have never been here. I only come to pay my respects once every two or three years."
"This place faces south to north, surrounded on both sides by water veins in the front, and Bijia Mountain in the distance. It is considered a first-class Feng Shui treasure land and is rare," said Long Xiaoye.
"The Feng Shui master also said this. After moving the grave, everything will go smoothly and you will have more financial resources."
Han Yiwen smiled and felt that Long Xiaoye was kinder than the others, at least he didn't find fault with him.
"This ancestral grave, the pen stand in front, the literati of future generations should mainly focus on you and your children." Long Xiaoye pointed to the front.
"I consider myself a cultural person. Shuhang, this kid, particularly likes reading and often writes essays. Anyway, I think he has good literary talent."
Han Yiwen was quite proud and asked: "Is there no problem with Feng Shui?"
"It's a new era. It can't be considered a problem. If there are no heirs, starting from your next generation, I'm afraid it will be passed down alone."
Reliable!
Han Yiwen gave a thumbs up, "I only have one son, and my brother has two daughters. To be honest, my parents have been urging me to have a second child!"
"You don't want a second child!"
"Yes, one is enough for a promising child."
Han Yiwen nodded and sighed, "I just didn't expect that Shuhang was originally smart and healthy, but he got a strange disease. This makes parents' hearts break."
"Don't worry, this matter will be solved soon."
Long Xiaoye stared at the compass pointer and walked forward to the left.
Stopping next to a pine tree, I stepped on the ground again and listened.
"This is here, dig half a meter." Long Xiaoye ordered.
okay!
Wei Ming was active and wanted to make up for his mistakes. After all, he was the one who introduced Fu Lin Guan.
Bang Chi Chi!
Wei Ming dug for a long time, and his arm was almost broken from exhaustion, but Long Xiaoye didn't stop, so he had to dig hard again.
Bang!
Hit something.
Below, a stone slab was actually exposed.
Han Yiwen's face turned cold. Long Xiaoye was right. Sure enough, there was something harmful hidden inside!
"I come!"
Han Yiwen's eyes turned red. He grabbed the shovel, cleaned the surrounding areas, and then inserted the shovel. With all his strength, the veins on his neck popped out, and he finally lifted the stone slab.