I heard from Fan Zhihui that Qian Tongju’s daughter-in-law was named Yang Yanmei and she was one year older than the man.
Yang Yanmei does not go to work, but stays at home and does housework. She is more careful than the cleaners. Her house is always spotless and it is difficult to find a hair.
However, Yang Yanmei didn't know what kind of wild Buddha she believed in. She insisted on being a vegetarian on weekdays, never eating meat, and occasionally gave Qian Tongju to cook a few eggs.
Can bear it!
Anyway, Qian Tongju doesn't eat at home most of the time. He can eat and drink as much as he wants out, and when he comes home, he can cleanse his intestines.
The key is that only on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, money can be collected together.
This can be tolerated as an old married couple.
However, I also mumbled and recited sutras and repented during the process, which was very disappointing!
If during this period, you catch up with the arrival of relatives, you will only miss it and will not make up for it.
Yang Yanmei firmly believes that reciting Buddhist scriptures can defeat everything. When Fan Zhihui's daughter fell ill, she came over and recited Buddhist scriptures for three days.
Although it was useless, seeing her hard work, Fan Zhihui and his wife endured their headaches and said nothing.
"If you can't survive, you can get divorced." Niu Xiaotian said disdainfully.
"It takes courage for an adult man to get divorced. Besides, his wife is not easy to mess with. She chants Buddha's words but dares to use a knife in her hands." Fan Zhihui defended Qian Tongju.
"But no matter how you say it, it's wrong to have someone else's wife and destroy someone else's family."
"I agree with my brother's point of view and have also advised him. This person seems to be sick, like an addict. He just can't hold it in."
While talking all the way, Qian Tongju arrived at his home. It was not far from Fan Zhihui's house. It was also an independent two-story building, which looked a little smaller.
The two got out of the car and rang the doorbell.
Chunfeng Qiuyue also parked the car and followed closely behind.
Fan Zhihui had no objection to this. Niu Xiaotian's industry is prone to disputes, and leading people can avoid suspicion.
The door opened, revealing a middle-aged woman, thin and dry, but not bad looking. She may be suffering from lack of nutrition, her hair was dry, and her face lacked luster.
It was Qian Tongju’s daughter-in-law Yang Yanmei.
When he saw Fan Zhihui, he smiled slightly and actually made a gesture of saluting with one palm.
"Sister-in-law, I will bring an expert to see a doctor for Tongju." Fan Zhihui said with a smile.
"Alas, I recited sutras for him for two days, but he was quiet. Life is a sea of suffering. I hope he can repent." Yang Yanmei sighed slightly.
Chanting sutras can't save Qian Tongju, but repentance can.
The group of people entered the house and reached the second floor. When they saw the footprints on the ground, Yang Yanmei's brows twisted into a thin rope and she resisted not wiping them off immediately.
In the bedroom, Qian Tongju was lying on the big bed. There was a heater in the room, and it was as warm as spring, but he was still covered with a thick quilt, his face was gloomy, and his body was trembling slightly.
"Zhihui, thank you for your hard work." Qian Tongju moved his lips, feeling pitiful.
Then he saw Niu Xiaotian behind him, and then his eyes shone with a strange light, and he said in a trembling voice: "Master Niu, I have finally come to you."
"If I had known about your virtue, I shouldn't have interfered with you in the first place."
"Oh, I regret that I was really cheap." After Qian Tongju scolded him, he slapped himself in the face again.
Judging from Qian Tongju's complexion, he was not going to die soon, and the invasion of evil spirits was very violent. It not only destroyed his luck, but directly attacked him and wanted him to die.
Niu Xiaotian stepped forward, asked Qian Tongju to turn sideways, and lifted up his pajamas.
Sure enough, I found that the evil-proofing talisman I stabbed last time was no longer effective and the lines were disconnected.
When this happens, it's usually because the person doing it has gone all out to break through the defense at all costs, not even caring about his own safety.
The hatred is very deep, and it is only the fault of the people who gather money together that they themselves are to blame.
"Yanmei, keep chanting," Qian Tongju said painfully.
Yang Yanmei came over, put her ear to Qian Tongju's ear, and started mumbling again.
After a few minutes, the look of pain on Qian Tongju's face weakened slightly, and he reluctantly sat up and leaned on the bed.
"Did you hear something?" Niu Xiaotian asked.
"There is always someone talking in my ears. It is messy and cannot be heard clearly. Only by listening to my wife reciting sutras will I feel better." Qian Tongju mumbled with his head hanging down.
"If you had listened to me and believed in Buddhism earlier, you wouldn't be like this." Yang Yanmei complained.
Qian Tongju didn't say anything. Getting him to believe in Buddhism was as difficult as reaching heaven. If it weren't for the noise in his ears, he wouldn't listen to his wife chanting sutras.
There have also been changes, at least I can see the spring breeze and autumn snow, and my eyes are normal.
That is when the body is extremely weak and has no interest in anything.
"Mr. Qian, it's not that my last treatment was ineffective, but that you committed a foul." Niu Xiaotian pointed out directly.
"Yes, it has nothing to do with Master. It's all because I don't have a long memory." Qian Tongju said frankly.
"If you want to solve this matter, you have to tell me how the foul happened so that we can follow the clues to find the root cause. Otherwise, just clean up and prepare to return to bliss in three days!" Niu Xiaotian said coldly.
What?!
Can you live for three days?
Qian Tongju's eyes widened, full of fear, and then his eyes dimmed again.
"Brother, please save us!"
Fan Zhihui clasped his fists towards Niu Xiaotian, and said anxiously to Qian Tongju: "Now that we've reached this point, don't hide it. Tell Xiaotian anything you want."
Glancing at his wife next to him, Qian Tongju didn't let her go out, and sighed: "Half a month ago, I couldn't hold it in and slept with that woman again."
"who is she?"
Yang Yanmei's voice immediately became louder and sharper, causing pain to her eardrums.
"Wang Qiuju!"
"Ha, it is indeed that bitch. She has a shoehorn face, and you can smell the oily smell of her hair from half a meter away. You can also spot this guy."
Snap!
Yang Yanmei slapped Qian Tongju's fat face with two big ears, leaving clear fingerprints.
"Old Qian, I have long guessed that you are dishonest outside, but I didn't expect it to be true. You beast, bastard, I have given you children and taken care of the elderly all these years, but you are happy and shameless, bah
!”
Yang Yanmei pointed at her nose and cursed. At this moment, she had completely forgotten about Buddha, and she transformed into a veteran shrew.
"Sister-in-law, he's already like this, stop scolding him!"
Fan Zhihui went to start a fight, but was thrown away by Yang Yanmei. Although he is very thin, his explosive power is also amazing when he is in a hurry.
"You bastard, even if you die, I won't let you go!" Yang Yanmei looked like a madman, and then cursed: "And that bitch, I will sharpen my kitchen knife later and have to chop her up."
"Calm down and don't watch the heat."
Niu Xiaotian glared at Yang Yanmei and motioned towards Chunfeng Qiuxue. The two women immediately stepped forward, controlled the madwoman, and pulled her aside.
"Yanmei, don't be angry. This time, whether you live or die, the property will belong to you. This is what you deserve for the Qian family. If you die, help me buy an urn. If you don't want to buy it, just find one.
Just scatter the horns. If I survive the catastrophe, I will become a monk, recite sutras and atone for my sins, and I won’t bother you anymore." Qian Tongju waved his hands weakly and sighed deeply.
Even when a man is about to die, his words are good!
When Qian got together, his daughter-in-law was still moved.
She tried her best to break away from the spring breeze and autumn snow, glared at her husband fiercely, her heart was filled with thousands of swords, and she had already given the money to Lingchi thirty-nine times.
Plop!
Yang Yanmei bent her legs and knelt down in front of Niu Xiaotian.