"It's ......"

The old village chief smoked a leaf cigarette, walked to the coffee table, squinted at it, and was stunned:

"This ...... Isn't this the kid who was strong in our village back then?"

What the!

Bang!

The voice fell, and the audience was shocked!

Quiet!

The audience, deathly quiet!

At this moment, everyone looked at each other, and their breathing was short.

"The first feng shui master of the Republic of China, the Buddha, is actually my grandfather?" Gao Wentai looked sluggish.

"When my father befriended the Buddha back then, was it not a coincidence, but don't be careful?" Lan Lao frowned suddenly.

"The eminent monk of the Republic of China, is actually Li Dazhuang in the village after the founding of the People's Republic of China?" Lan Xiuwen suddenly frowned.

"Oh my God!" Lan Xue covered her cherry mouth and gasped.

This fact, really, is too much—shocking!

Shocking, unbelievable!

"Old village chief, are you really sure that he is Li Dazhuang?" the Lan family master asked tentatively.

"Recognize, how can I not approve?"

The old village chief sneered disdainfully: "The garbage that God killed, at that time in 38 years, disappeared directly for ten years." ”

"In those ten years, Li Yuanwai couldn't afford to be sick, and he was angry to death by Li Dazhuang's indifference!"

"Xiaofang's girl, what a smart little girl, 38 years is just 7 years old, but she has inexplicably become mentally retarded, and her intelligence is permanently fixed at the age of seven, alas, ......"

The old village chief, the more he talked, the more excited he became: "In 48 years, Da Zhuang finally came back, but he was often alone, meditating behind closed doors, saying that he wanted to practice something. ”

"I ...... All the property of Li Yuanwai's family was bought by Da Zhuang to buy medicinal herbs. Yellow paper, cinnabar or something. ”

"You say, 'This is ...... Isn't that?"

"At that time in 75 years, it was chaotic, Li Yuanwai's family was completely finished, and Xiaofang's girl also committed suicide, alas...... Iniquity. ”

The tragedy of the Li family, even now, the older generation in the village can't help but sigh.

Li Dazhuang came to Tiannan City in 1931, honest, honest and righteous, and was a good hand at planting crops.

Unexpectedly!

With the entry into the Li Yuanwai family, Li Dazhuang gradually changed and gradually became cold-blooded and ruthless.

In the end, Li Yuanwai's family, in the turmoil of the 70s, completely turned into nothingness.

And Li Dazhuang is good, in 1975, he disappeared directly!

At this point, the Li family has been reduced to history, and there is only one abandoned old mansion left.

The Li family was dilapidated during the turbulent years, and Li Dazhuang borrowed money from the village everywhere before leaving Tiannan.

In 1975, Li Dazhuang left a letter and drifted away.

In the letter, Li Dazhuang said that he would not return to Tiannan.

The old house of the Li family, he entrusted the village to help sell it.

And use the money from the sale to pay off the debts of the blind dates.

As for the rest of the money, the village will look at it, and it will be good to do anything.

……

"In this way, this Li Dazhuang once wrote a letter back then?"

Gao Wentai's heart moved, and he asked tentatively: "Old village chief, this letter ...... Is it still there?"

"Yes, of course. ”

The old village chief nodded: "I have carried this letter with me for many years, and I am afraid that one day, I will meet Li Dazhuang again." ”

While speaking, the old village chief handed a cowhide letter to Gao Wentai.

"The portrait of the Buddha is somewhat similar to Li Dazhuang, which doesn't mean anything. ”

Gao Wentai secretly thought: "With so many people in the Central Plains, it is normal to look similar, but if the handwriting is the same, it is not normal!"

As he spoke, Gao Wentai spread out the parchment letter, squinted his eyes, and took a closer look.

It doesn't matter.

Seeing this, Gao Wentai's face suddenly turned pale.

"Grandpa Gao, could it be that this handwriting belongs to the Buddha?" Lan Xue asked curiously.

"It's not. Gao Wentai shook his head: "The Buddha's ink treasure, I was fortunate to see it in the Forbidden City, and it is definitely not this handwriting." ”

Disappointed!

Originally, Gao Wentai thought that the truth had been completely revealed after the matter had been tracked to the present.

But Li Dazhuang's handwriting is very sloppy, and it is not the handwriting of the Buddha at all.

"What was the suspicion back then?" Lan Lao frowned suddenly.

Could it be that the clue has been tracked down here and completely broken?

In an instant, everyone was silent, and they couldn't accept it.

However......

At this critical moment, Wang Chulan said with a smile: "This is the handwriting of the Buddha, but it is written with his left hand." ”

Airplanes!

The voice fell, and everyone was in an uproar.

"Dad, I have a piece of software that was just developed by a friend from abroad. ”

Lan Xiuwen suddenly said: "This software has a function, which can simulate and repair the handwriting on the left hand and restore it to the right-handed state. ”

"Then what are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and contact your friend and take a picture of this parchment letter to him. "Lan Lao, scolded.

"Yes!" Lan Xiuwen nodded, took out his phone, and took pictures.

In recent years, the Internet has developed, and Lan Xiuwen used his mobile phone to directly transmit the photos to his friends in the United States.

Although it is 6 o'clock in the morning at this moment, it is 6 o'clock in the afternoon on the American side because of the time difference.

Lan Xiuwen's friend was eating a bento in the office.

After looking at the photos, he immediately uploaded them to his computer and started scanning them.

Five minutes later, a highly restored scan was sent to Lan Xiuwen's mobile phone.

"Uncle Gao, ...... you?" Lan Xiuwen handed the phone to Gao Wentai.

"This ...... How is this possible!"

Airplanes!

In an instant, Gao Wentai's face became shocked: "This ...... This is the handwriting of the Buddha!"

The handwriting in the mobile phone, the pen is vigorous, powerful, and very chic and dusty.

Reading between the lines, a transcendental, compassionate heart of Buddhism seems to leap out of the paper.

Judging from the handwriting, Li Dazhuang in 1975, although he was still evil, still had a bit of Buddha nature. ”

Wang Chulan sighed slightly: "In this handwriting, there is a strong sadness. ”

"I really can't imagine that the first feng shui master of the Republic of China, the Buddha of the Central Plains, would actually fall into the Demon Dao. ”

Lan Lao kept shaking his head: "If it weren't for the first daughter of the Buddha who died unexpectedly, then a series of tragedies later would not have happened." ”

The Buddha's first daughter died young, and in order to renew his daughter's life, he traveled all over the mountains and rivers to find a suitable soul.

In the end, the Buddha chose Gao's mother, and drained the soul and transferred it to the second daughter.

The second daughter, who merged with Gao's mother's soul, was in 1938.

And that year, Li Xiaofang, who was only seven years old, went from a smart and cute little girl to a mentally retarded, and her intelligence was permanently stagnant at the age of seven.

Obviously, this year, it was the soul of Gao's mother that fused into Li Xiaofang's mind, which led to the birth of the tragedy.

From that year, Li Dazhuang left Tiannan and followed the last words of Gao's mother.

He hid in Xiangxi, and cultivated Gao Wentai, the waste material of the Gao family, to become a young master of the Xuanmen.

But in 1948, Gao Wentai disappeared and left Xiangxi.

Because this year, Li Xiaofang was eighteen years old.

This year, the souls of Gao's mother and Li Xiaofang, after ten years of running-in, were completely integrated!

This year, Li Dazhuang was full of joy and excited, wanting to awaken the memory of his daughter in his previous life.

Unexpectedly!

Wake up, fail!

Li Dazhuang has worked hard for decades, traveled to the ends of the earth, and devoted his life's energy.

But in the end, the bamboo basket was empty!

Let's ask, Li Dazhuang, how not to collapse?

In this way, it seems that it can be explained.

Why, since 1948, Li Dazhuang no longer paid attention to mortal dust, closed the door, and asked with one mind on alchemy.

Perhaps, Li Dazhuang is not dead yet, and is still trying how to resurrect his daughter.

And in 1975, Li Dazhuang disappeared and never appeared again.

……

During the Republic of China, a teaching gentleman came to Tiannan with his family.

Mr. Teaching, he is an honest person, he also knows some medical skills, and his teaching level is very high.

Such intellectuals, naturally, were very popular and quickly gained a foothold.

Within a few years, Mr. Teaching was already the darling of high society in Tiannan.

And Mr. Teach, who just met him, a former friend.

And this friend, coincidentally, is proficient in feng shui and is good at divination for others.

Thereupon!

Everything is logical, at the request of Mr. Teaching, a friend helps to see Feng Shui.

Eventually, at the suggestion of a friend.

Mr. Jiaoshu bought it, near Li Yuanwai's house, a place where feng shui is born.

Although the two houses are very close to each other, they are not actually on the same street due to geographical reasons.

Mr. Teaching is arrogant and looks down on the landlord family, so naturally he will not interact with Li Yuanwai.

……

As time went by, the year 1980 came to an end.

And this year, something big happened......

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