Don't spew blood, blame people! Make it clear." Han Qimen suddenly became angry.

Wei Zixia ate and said, "It's him...... Not you...... It's him......"

"Who the hell is it?" I snarled at him.

"It's the Alliance...... It's the leader of the alliance...... Don't let him know...... Can't let him know......" Wei Zixia was nervously in a trance.

Han Yingying grabbed my hands as they attacked, and said, "Fuyao, his meaning is very clear, it was Chen Qiangang's instructions, and he instructed them. This is not unlike what the brown-capped weasel said."

When I saw Wei Zixia, I was furious for a while, and my raised hands were stiff, and I couldn't put them down.

Han Yingying continued: "His behavior should be handed over to the police station, not by us. We will take him back to Nanjing, let him go and turn himself in, and we will have the law to punish such people."

I let out a long breath and finally lowered my hands.

"Follow me!"

Wei Zixia had no choice but to follow me out of the Dizang Palace.

In the courtyard of the Jizo Temple, a large van was parked, and I looked through the window to see that the back row of the van had been remodeled, and there was a dark red coffin, which was supposed to be the body of my grandmother.

I drove Wei Zixia into the car.

Han Qimen also followed to the car, and he and Wei Zixia sat in the back row, looking at grandma's coffin face to face.

Han Yingying sat in the passenger cab, and the orange cat sat on her lap.

I walked to the back row, lifted the lid of the coffin, and sure enough, I found my grandmother lying peacefully in the coffin, and her eyes were moist again for a while.

I tore off a piece of black cloth from the car, divided it into three pieces, and distributed one to Wei Zixia and one to Han Qimen.

"Put it on your sleeve!"

Reluctantly, the two took the black cloth and tied it above their sleeves.

I also tied the remaining piece of black cloth to my sleeve, tore another piece of white cloth, and wrapped it around my forehead, this is me to wear linen and filial piety for my grandmother, and also let Han Qimen and Wei Zixia, the two murderers, wear filial piety.

Seeing this, Han Yingying also tore a piece of black cloth and tied it above her sleeve.

I watched her movements, so relieved, I didn't want her to wear filial piety for my grandmother, she was so understanding.

When everything was ready, I drove the van towards the west gate of Wangmen.

At this time, Wangmen was like a battlefield, all of them were robbing, I drove out in a car, and no one stopped me, only a few people from the "Forget Worry Alliance" cast their eyes, and between their hesitation and thinking, I accelerated and rushed over.

We went all the way south, and there was no hindrance.

On the way, I saw the ownership of the van, it was Wangmen, and now that Wangmen is gone, naturally no one cares about the loss of a car.

After arriving in Nanjing, we went straight to our hometown in Chunhua.

The rule of the hometown has always been to return to the roots, and there are five graves in their own fields on the slope of the South Garden, namely grandfather Li Longyuan, grandfather Li Kun, uncle Li Yue, father Li Dapeng, and mother Ding Cuiping. Grandfather Li Kun has been dead for more than 40 years, and there has always been a vacant lot next to his grave, where his grandmother will be buried when she is alive.

He had only recently left this cemetery, and now he was standing in this place again.

Looking at the family's grave, none of them died in the end.

I took out a compass to survey the direction of feng shui sand, framed the exact location of the tomb, sprinkled lime along the perimeter, and handed it over to hired workers to dig out the pit.

After returning to Chunhua, Han Qimen did not leave, but found a firewood room in his hometown, and after a simple tidying, he closed his eyes and recuperated, meditated cross-legged, and his luck was absorbed. I saw his meditation posture and softly chanting mantras, as if he was practicing the "Eight Vajra Winds".

In the Taishan Domain, after Han Qimen set out the "Dripping Water Purifying Wind Mantra", he didn't expect to be so anxious to cultivate the "combination of rigidity and softness".

I don't know if he has already taken the "Concentration Qi Pill".

I don't have time to care about Han Qimen. Grandma's soul has returned to her hometown, and the top priority is to let her be buried in peace. I myself was a Taoist priest, but when my family died, I couldn't go beyond chanting, and I could only send it to the end as a filial son and grandson. So I invited a few Taoist priests, and I had a lot of contacts with us before.

Han Yingying came to my hometown for the first time, although she was not from a noble background, she was also a warm jade, and she looked at me with some surprise when she saw the poverty of our hometown.

"Is this where you grew up?"

"Yes, this is my homeland, and I grew up here."

Witnessing the poor countryside and five graves, Han Yingying sighed at my growing environment, she naturally knew the poverty of the countryside and my life. I experienced it myself, but I had a different feeling.

Grandma's funeral ceremony lasted for two days and two nights, and there were no relatives, only grandma's mother's family, but after so many generations, they also hurried back and forth.

For Wei Zixia, I have always forced him to send his grandmother to the end by force.

Wei Zixia personally admitted that he was the one who ended his grandmother's life, and this matter is undecided, and Wei Zixia has also been very cooperative in the past two days.

After the ceremony, my grandmother was buried next to my grandfather.

Although I have never been masked with my grandfather, I feel unusually close, probably because of my grandmother.

Grandma and Grandpa finally got together, and after more than 40 years of separation, they finally became each other again.

On the day of my grandmother's burial, I was extremely sad in my heart, and the tears that I had not seen for a long time slid down my cheeks, and Han Yingying saw my sadness and kept comforting me.

After my grandmother was buried, I found Wei Zixia.

"If you kill your grandmother, I won't take revenge with my own hands, and now I'll send you to the police station to confess to the murder of your grandmother."

Wei Zixia's face sank: "Li Fuyao, I will send your grandmother to the end, do you still want to send me to the police station?" If I had gone there, I would have committed murder. If it is sentenced, it will be a life for the worst case, and a life sentence for the lightest. I can't rely on you."

"I can't help you, if you don't turn yourself in, I will want you to kill someone to pay for your life."

Han Yingying has always reminded me not to be too angry, since the killing of eight people at the north gate of Yuantong Ancient Temple, I have often been affected, and I often feel the souls of eight people surrounding me, and my body and mind are devastated.

It was precisely because of the lessons of the past and Han Yingying by her side that I held my temper and sent him to the police station.

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