"The questions you asked are somewhat beyond the scope of my knowledge. Your mother and I are just a village woman, and I don't know anything about metaphysics." Jiang Qingran was also blind, and it was just good luck.
She really doesn't have the ability to figure things out.
What happened to Mr. Lian? Why did he take away ten people to death?
The fortune tellers and yin-yang teachers that Lian Shui has hired are among the best. Why is it so difficult to deal with an old man like Lian Shui?
Old man Lian continued to torture Lian Shui. In less than half a month, Lian Shui was reduced to skin and bones.
He is completely different from the fat old man who was blessed before.
When Lian Shui was carried to Jiang Qingran's house again by his servants, Jiang Qingran was stunned for a moment before she recognized who he was.
"Master Lian, why have you lost so much weight?" Jiang Qingran rubbed her eyes.
Looking at those familiar eyebrows, there is no connection with the chubby Mr. Lian from before.
"Don't mention it, my father is always trying to deal with me.
Sister, I have been to the fortune teller several times. The fortune teller helped me see my dad off, but then he came back. "Lian Shui is distressed.
He still liked the rich man he used to be, but now he was not only boneless, but also had no strength to walk.
“It’s useless even for you to tell me, Master.
If the fortune teller can't solve the problem, I can't solve it either. "What can Jiang Qingran do? She can't let her catch the old man and chop his soul off, right?
If she, a mortal, sees ghosts all the time, will her longevity be shortened?
Jiang Qingran was deeply worried.
"Sister, you are the only one who can help me.
My father doesn't care whether he is alive or dead, he is only afraid of you alone.
My father got so bad that he even ignored the fortune teller. Now the fortune teller no longer welcomes me. "Lian Shui's mood is complicated, he loves and hates his father.
He still didn't understand why his father took away ten villagers when he died?
The last two spots were kicked off the iron plate by Su Yuxing, saving two innocent lives.
The fortune teller told him that his father was bored underground alone and wanted to find some people to accompany him.
Hearing what a ridiculous reason, even Shui, as his father's son, wanted to slap his father twice.
"Master Lian, how can I, a woman, help you?"
The fortune teller couldn't do anything with the old man, so what could she do?
"My dad is afraid that you will punch him. If you punch him a few more times, my dad will obey you."
Jiang Qingran rolled her eyes, did she really want to beat someone up? Isn't it good to beat up ghosts?
She hesitated several times in embarrassment. Lian Shui considered that his father was too difficult to deal with and said, "Sister, I'll pay you a hundred taels of silver. Can you help me deal with my father?"
Lian Shui's body could no longer withstand his father's constant torture.
"Okay, Master Lian, just don't blame me afterwards."
This time it was not Jiang Qingran's turn to speak, so Lian Shui took the initiative to ask the housekeeper to find Ma Shengcai and others as witnesses and sign the documents in front of them.
Jiang Qingran asked Lian Shui to prepare sixteen stacks of yellow form papers. Lian Shui frowned: "Big sister, is it too much?"
Sixteen stacks, how long will it take his father?
What if you see him preparing so much and lavishing money underground, how can he finish it in two days?
"These are not all for Mr. Lian. Mr. Lian killed eight people in the village, not even Mr. Lian." Jiang Qingran had her plans.
Not only the yellow paper, but also she asked Lian Shui to prepare four dishes of roasted chicken, steamed mutton, goose stewed in iron pot, steamed crucian carp and a jar of white wine, and placed them in front of the graves of the eight people killed by Mr. Lian.
Lian Shui didn't understand Jiang Qingran's operation and said: "Sister, doesn't my father have one?"
"No, the purpose of our doing this is to tell Mr. Lian that you have the final say whether he has money to spend in the underworld." Jiang Qingran said her purpose.
Lian Shui suddenly realized that he had always felt guilty towards those eight families, so he gave each family an extra one hundred taels of silver as compensation.
The eight families who received the information were flattered and overjoyed.
They inquired and learned that Lian Shui had approached Jiang Qing, and then they decided to compensate eight of them an extra 100 taels of silver.
They regarded Jiang Qingran as their benefactor and imitated the red silk that Jiang Qingran bought with two hundred taels of silver and the land deed.
In addition to these eight families, Lianshui's family arranged for an adult man to work at his house, which can be regarded as giving them a stable income all year round.
According to Jiang Qingran's words, Lian Shui bought sixteen stacks of yellow paper and knelt down in front of the eight tombs to burn them.
In front of each cemetery, four dishes of roast chicken, goose stewed in an iron pot, steamed crucian carp, steamed mutton and the jar of white wine he bought were placed.
Old man Lian's soul followed Lian Shui, his face getting darker and darker every time he went to a house, like the bottom of a pot.
He was like a giant monster that could go berserk at any time, on the verge of going crazy.
After sending it off, Lianshui returned to his father's graveyard and said, "Dad, my son has paid for the sins you have made. You can walk the rest of the way by yourself."
He knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.
After Lian Shui returned home, he followed Jiang Qingran's instructions and endured them no matter what Mr. Lian tried to scare him.
As time passed, Mr. Lian had no money to spend, so he bowed his head and begged for mercy in Lian Shui's dream.
"Big sister, don't tell me that your move is really good." Lian Shui happily came to Jiang Qingran to report.
"Master Lian, it's better to find a senior monk or a fortune teller with a higher level of spirituality. It won't be a problem if this continues." Whether Jiang Qingran can earn Lian Shui's money is secondary. The main thing is that Lian Shui can't stand up to Master Lian. toss.
Lian Shui thought for a while and felt that what Jiang Qingran said was very reasonable.
"Mom, isn't it good that Master Lian always comes to you? This way we can make a lot of money from him." Qian Rourou ran away from her mother-in-law when she saw a lot of money.
“We’ll make some money, and we’ll have to stop making some money.
Even if the master is not in good health, he doesn't have the energy or extra money to pay us. "Jiang Qingran's eyes drifted into the distance.
It seems so.
Qian Rourou thought that what her mother-in-law said always made sense.
If it doesn't make sense, her mother-in-law won't say or do anything.
What they discussed was that Lian Shui invited a senior monk to come to his house to clean up his yard, especially Mr. Lian's yard and room.
Mr. Lian leaned over a leaf on their tree and quietly watched the eminent monk's every move.
At the critical moment when the eminent monk was casting the spell, he attached himself to the maid behind the eminent monk and slapped the eminent monk from behind.
The eminent monk reacted and the two men struggled with each other.
Jiang Qingran came back from the fields and sat in the yin and yang of her yard to rest.
The scorching sun shone directly on the ground in front of her.
She was wearing thin clothes and crossed her legs.
Outside the door, Su Yuzhuang pushed the door open and entered.
"Mom, I heard from the villagers that Mr. Lian and the eminent monk invited by Mr. Lian had a fight, and the eminent monk was seriously injured." Su Yuzhuang told Jiang Qingran what he heard from the villagers.
"What? The eminent monk was seriously injured? Even the old man's fighting ability is the weakest. He can't even defeat me. He can beat the eminent monk. Is this eminent monk a fake?"
