Fortune Teller Master

“It’s definitely necessary to move the graves, but I can’t move them casually. At that time, I am looking for a Feng Shui Master to choose a good place for future generations. After hearing this, my son had an idea and told me to leave it alone.”

Zhang Jianguo sighed as his face was filled with sorrow: “Our Shanbo Province has many mountains and rivers. According to the old saying, it is good to find a high place near the water. But my son cannot accept it. At that time, he was having problems with his business. He always felt his failures had something to do with the prosperity of our ancestral grave. I didn’t know where he invited a Feng Shui Master, but the two of them spent a week looking at the hills near our house, and in the end, they choose a barren mountain that didn’t even have a single tree growing.”

“Barren hills?” Fatty Wang was dumbfounded: “Can a barren hill be a good ancestral grave?”

“Who said yes!” Zhang Jianguo slapped his thigh annoyedly: “At that time, I felt something was wrong, but my son insisted on moving our ancestral grave in there, saying that if I didn’t listen to him, he will never come to our ancestral grave again.”

Zhang Jianguo shook his head and sighed: “At my old age, I only think about how my children and grandchildren burn paper during the Chinese New Year. I only have a son. If he doesn’t come to our ancestral grave, my ancestors will scold me, so I have no choice but to follow his idea.”

“Because no one buys the barren hills and no one wants it, the procedures were easy to handle. The same day, the Feng Shui Master also moves our ancestor’s tombs. In the past, I have no money, so the coffin was only made of thin planks. The thin planks became tattered after so many years. My son specially asked someone to order a dozen red coffins for our ancestors to be buried again. However, when my father’s coffin was being buried, I saw the Feng Shui Master throwing a package on the pit. I wanted to ask what it was, but my son dragged me to keep me quiet. He said it was a magic tool, but didn’t tell me what for.”

“A month after moving our ancestor’s grave, my son’s business suddenly boomed. At that time, I was thinking that this Feng Shui Master was really good and really found a place with good Feng Shui. Since then, my son’s business has become bigger and bigger. It only took him 10 years to become a well-known big boss and entrepreneur in this city. But at the same time, something went wrong in my family.”

“The first thing that happened was, my grandson, a teenage boy suddenly slipped, rolled down the stairs and hit his head. He died on the spot.” Zhang Jianguo wiped his tears with the back of his hand, his voice was filled with sadness: “That boy was brought up by us, old couple. If we stop him, he wouldn’t have died. It felt like someone dug out our hearts. My wife and I almost follow him to death.”

Fatty Wang looked up at the family photo. Besides Zhang Jianguo, there was a chubby boy who was somewhat similar to him. It is estimated that he was Zhang Jianguo’s grandson.

“After my grandson’s accident, my family was calm for 3 months. However, my wife fell in the same place. Fortunately, she had the habit of holding the handrail down the stairs. She grabbed the handrail in time and knelt on the stairs, so she didn’t fall. However, because of too much force, not only her arm broke, her kneecap was also fractured. She still lives in a nursing home.”

Zhang Jianguo’s lips kept trembling in sadness. He looked up at Lin Qingyin and said with little hoarse tone: “My wife told me that when she went downstairs, she felt like someone pushed her, but she looked back on the stairs, she didn’t saw anyone.”

Fatty Wang felt a chill on his spine that was colder than the air conditioner, and he had goosebumps on his arm. He rubbed his arm and said with a smile, “How come it sounds like she was haunted?”

Zhang Jianguo smiled bitterly: “At that time, I thought so too, so I went to my old man’s grave and said to bless our family. As a result, before I could pat my buttocks, I got a call from my daughter-in-law, she said that my little granddaughter was diagnosed with acute leukemia.”

“One death, one injury, and one illness… …” Fatty Wang looked at Lin Qingyin and saw her looked as usual, then turned his head to look at Zhang Jianguo, who was wiping his tears: “Things ended up like this, so why were you still hesitating just now? What are you thinking? Your grandson is dead, and now your granddaughter is dying. Your daughter-in-law is so unlucky to marry into your family!”

When Zhang Jianguo was scolded for being heartless. He didn’t dare to lift his head: “At first I didn’t think it was related to the ancestral grave. I didn’t know the truth until I overheard my son calling the Feng Shui Master a few days ago.” Zhang Jianguo said, then held the table and knelt in front of Lin Qingyin: “Master, I am not hesitating, I just don’t dare to say it. I heard the Feng Shui Master said on the phone, he said that once this feng shui formation is broken, my family will be ruined and everyone will die.”

Fatty Wang snorted: “Your family is not far from being ruined.”

Zhang Jianguo lowered his head: “I couldn’t sleep all day long after knowing this. Then, I happened to see the master telling the fortune that day, so I stopped. Unexpectedly, you saw what happened in our family and that I couldn’t make up my mind at a glance, then you told me to go home and think about it.”

“What Fat Master said is right. My family is not far from being ruined. At first, my son only made a small fortune, so we only encounter simple illnesses or disasters. But now that his business is getting bigger and bigger, we now ended up like this. Master, is there a way for our family to survive? If it’s only our family who will have a bad fortune, it’s fine. But what if my cousins and their children also get involved with this. I will have no face to see them again!” Zhang Jianguo cried and covered his face with his hands: “Master, please save my granddaughter. It’s my son who did evil things, I am willing to die for my granddaughter.”

Lin Qingyin touched the tortoiseshell in her hand: “You must untie the bell to tie another bell. Call your son here.”