On the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, my eighteenth birthday, my grandfather passed away.

In the lonely mountain more than ten miles south of the village, my grandfather was buried behind the mountain.

The back is yang to yin, the grass and trees are not growing, and the feng shui is extremely poor, but the grandfather chose this place as his burial place before his death.

Grandpa is a famous feng shui gentleman in ten miles and eight villages, and it stands to reason that the cemetery he chose for himself should be a feng shui treasure land, but he didn't know what the reason was when he chose this place.

In addition, his grandfather sternly warned him before his death that his funeral was not allowed to be large-scale.

A thin coffin and a shroud were buried with him on the lonely mountain.

No tombs, no monuments, only a small mound.

When I came down from the mountain, my eyes were red and swollen from crying.

Since I was a child, my grandfather was the person who loved me the most, and now he passed away suddenly, which hit me hard.

I haven't seen my father since I was a child, and the people in the village say that my father was killed by my mother, and that my mother is a harmful fox. Not only the people in the village, but also the second and third uncles didn't treat me very well, and even the second and third aunts often said that I was a disaster star, and they gossiped a lot in the village behind my back.

I once asked my grandfather if what they were saying was true.

Grandpa responded very simply, saying that those people were chewing on the root of their tongues, so I didn't have to pay attention to it. However, my grandfather never mentioned my father and mother to me, and it was obvious that he was hiding something.

When I came down from the mountain and returned to my home in the village, I found that the second and third aunts were rummaging through the cabinets in my grandfather's room, and the second and third uncles were discussing in the yard how to divide the homestead.

When they saw me return, they just glanced at me lightly, and continued to discuss without the slightest hesitation.

In fact, I also understand that I can't stay in this home anymore!

From the moment my grandfather was buried, I knew there was no place for me here.

Over the years, if it weren't for my grandfather's protection, I would have been kicked out of the house by them. It's really hard for them to endure until now.

I wanted to go back to the room to clean up my clothes, but the second uncle called me and told me to hurry up and get out of the house. The clothes in my room, they've already packed for me, and they're in the backpack at the door of the room.

The third uncle snorted and said that I should not come back from now on, saying that the old guy from my grandfather was dead, and their family had nothing to do with me from now on.

Although I have already guessed their indifference, but now that my grandfather has just buried them and treated me like this, I still can't help but feel sad and indignant in my heart, and I almost cry.

Don't shed tears, Tang Dabao, don't let them see your weakness.

I endured the grievances in my heart, grabbed my backpack in front of the door, and was about to leave this home that did not belong to me when the second and third aunts rushed out of my grandfather's room.

The second aunt scolded me violently, scolding me for being a mourning star, and said that if it weren't for me, their family would not have lived so hard, saying that my grandfather spent all the money on me, and he didn't leave them any inheritance on his deathbed.

The third aunt scolded even more unbearable, saying that grandpa shouldn't have brought me back to the village back then, and it was better to drown in any gutter than now. also said that my mother killed my father back then, and it's hard to say whether I was my father's species or not, maybe it wasn't another man's or something.

The faces of the second uncle and the third uncle were a little ugly, after all, the voices of the second aunt and the third aunt were a little loud, which attracted some neighbors outside, and the faces of the second uncle and the third uncle were a little unbearable, and after scolding them, they glared at me and told me to get out of here.

I know that the two families hate me, mainly because my grandfather passed on his feng shui physiognomy to me, not to the second and third uncles, because of this incident, they hated me in their hearts for many years.

In the midst of the shouting and scolding, I ran out of the house and out of the village with red eyes.

Turning my head and looking at the village behind me, I finally couldn't hold back my tears.

From now on, I have no home and no relatives!

Where do I go when I leave the village?

My grandfather told me about a place before he died, and it seemed that he had known that after his death, my second uncle and they would not tolerate me, so I asked me to go to the place he said to settle down.

The county seat is Nanli Street, No. 35.

I walked for more than an hour from the village to the county seat and found this address.

This is a Chinese medicine shop, and the owner is a thin middle-aged man, with a dark complexion, holding a cigarette and looking through the account books.

After glancing at me, he said softly, "What kind of medicine, is there any prescription?"

I shook my head and said that I was Tang Zhennan's grandson, and it was my grandfather who asked me to come here.

"Why didn't the old immortal come?"

The emaciated middle-aged man sneered and asked, "Did he ask you to come over to pay off the debt?"

I don't know what the relationship between my grandfather and him is, but his tone doesn't sound like a friend or something.

I told about my grandfather's death, and I couldn't help but cry again.

The emaciated middle-aged man was stunned, the sneer on his face froze, and he didn't notice the cigarette butt in his mouth falling down.

"How could he die?"

He came back to his senses, glared at me with some anger, and yelled, "How can he die now......?

Before he finished speaking, his voice stopped abruptly, as if he had thought of something, stared at me deadly, and said in a somewhat hurried tone: "What is your name?

"My name is Tang Dabao, and I ...... I haven't seen my mother, and I don't know her name!"

After listening to me, he took a deep breath and looked at me strangely. With a trembling hand, he re-lit a cigarette, and his face was black for a long time without saying a word.

"Tang Zhennan, you are an old immortal!"

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it, gritted his teeth and said, "If you die, you have to pit Lao Tzu...... I don't believe you're leaving!"

"Boy, watch the store for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will go out!"

Without waiting for me to respond, he hurried out the door, not knowing what to do.

I sat in the shop, reminiscing about my time with my grandfather, and I couldn't help myself.

Time passed little by little, and until nightfall, the emaciated middle-aged man did not return.

I hadn't eaten all day, and I was already hungry and was about to go to the backyard to see if I had anything to eat, when a small bell came from the door of the door.

I was stunned for a moment, then alert.

Feng Shui Bells!

That's right, the door frame is hung with the feng shui bell used by the feng shui master.

Fix evil and drive away evil spirits, this thing is a feng shui master's meal.

There is this thing hanging in this Chinese medicine shop, could it be that the emaciated middle-aged man is also a feng shui master?

This is not the point, the point is that the feng shui bell will sound without wind, and there will be evil qi.

At this moment, two people walked into the shop, a man and a woman, both in their twenties.