The metaphysics boss just wants to be a salted fish

My grandson has always been quiet and well-behaved, and he doesn't even cry a lot, let alone struggling violently like this. Old Mr. Pei quickly caught him from behind to prevent him from turning over. After coaxing him twice, the grandson's crying still didn't stop. There was really no other way. He looked sideways at Bo Nan and Mr. Fan: "Ali... he must have been frightened by something, right?"

After all, this is a cemetery, and it seems to be an unwritten rule not to bring children under the age of one to the cemetery.

It is said that children have clean eyes and can see things that adults cannot see, and their souls are not stable, and they are easily scared away.

Mr. Fan was also a little worried about this, so he couldn't help looking at Bo Nan: "Mr. Bo, look..."

Bo Nan's eyebrows moved slightly, and he took a step forward to hold the child's small hand that looked like a fat lotus root, and then hugged him into his arms. He didn't know what happened, but the child stopped crying, but the person was still crying. He leaned hard in the other direction, as if there was something seducing him there.

Bo Nan glanced down, then walked in the direction he was looking.

Anyone who has been to the cemetery knows that there are a few wide steps up the road, like residential alleys, extending out every few steps or so, and walking along the inside is a row of snow-white tombstones .

The people here, no matter how wonderful they were during their lifetime, all they left behind is a blacked-out name and titles like 'first father, first mother'. Sincerely, a few lines of words, as if that was their whole life .

The child was not afraid at all in Bo Nan's arms, he didn't recognize his life at all, and he still stretched out his hands to grab something.

Bo Nan hugged him and walked slowly along the walk, but it was almost at the end, and the child still kept that movement. If it wasn't for Bao Nan's hold, he might have been thrown out.

Two more steps, it's the end.

Next to the last tombstone is the loess mud slope, which is not too steep. After crossing here, there is a step road next door. There are a few wilted weeds growing on the mud slope, and there are a few less obvious disordered ones. The footprints should be where the staff who usually manage the cemetery took a shortcut.

It's not that you can't take shortcuts, after all, this is a dirt slope, and the bottom is not a tomb, so it's okay to walk around.

The child began to struggle below.

"Mr. Xiaohe." Bo Nan called out, and Pei He immediately stepped forward and hugged his cub. Unexpectedly, he almost sat on the dirt slope with his buttocks, but somehow he stepped on it to stabilize himself. Looking at his figure, seeing his son grabbing a weed leaf and waving it happily, he said helplessly, "This little brat... Don't mind Mr. Bo, he just likes to mess with flowers..."

The so-called "sticking flowers and messing with grass" means that when you see a flower, you want to pull one off, even if there are no flowers and leaves, it is easy to pull two to play.

At the end he added: "Sir, my name is Pei He."

Bo Nan touched the corners of his eyes, and he didn't feel ashamed to call himself the wrong person and be corrected on the spot: "I'm sorry...but it's better for you to come down from the slope first."

"Ah?...Oh." Pei He subconsciously stepped on the dirt slope under his feet: "Thank you, Mr. Bo, this dirt slope is pretty solid."

"No." Bo Nansi smiled politely: "I mean...there may be several of your ancestors buried below."

The elder Pei and Fan who were watching the play at the back froze instantly when they heard this: "...What?!"

"Mr. Bo! Is this true?!"

A cloud floated from the sky, covering the warm sun, and a large shadow fell, dividing the world into two parts, light and dark. Bo Nan stood in the shadow, and there seemed to be light shining in his eyes, and then he lowered his eyelids again, Sri said slowly: "Is it right? Just dig it and you'll find out."

Pei He almost jumped up from the slope, couldn't even retract his feet, and staggered back two steps, Bo Nan supported his back with one hand and stabilized his figure, "Call someone. "

Mr. Fan didn't hesitate, and immediately asked the driver to call for someone—after all, it's too late to pay homage without bringing some offerings, and Pei He wanted to hold the baby again, so the driver followed.At this time, he was also a bit stupid, after all, this kind of thing that sounded so outrageous happened in front of his eyes, so he immediately put down his things and ran to the management office at the foot of the mountain to call someone.

At the beginning, the cemetery was not willing to come and follow the excavation. It only said that the driver was talking nonsense. After all, the ashes were dug up and buried hastily in their own cemetery. To put it bluntly, it was their own poor management. The driver came out with a handful of pink bills. He also said that there are so many odd jobs on the tomb anyway, if the management refuses to take care of it, it will be the same if he asks someone to dig it. When the time comes to really dig it out, it will not be a matter that can be resolved through negotiation.

When the cemetery heard that this was a powerful one, and the driver said that the ancestral grave of the owner was in the best part of the cemetery, they reluctantly sent someone to follow it.

"Bosses, do you really want to dig?" asked a dark-faced man in his forties, carrying a shovel.

"Dig!" Mr. Fan took out 200 yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into the opponent's hand: "Thank you for your hard work."

"Be polite!" The man accepted the banknotes, and immediately felt that this wave of people was not so forceful. He put down his shovel, bowed down to the tomb next to the slope, and bowed twice: "I'm sorry, I'm going to be here today. There is ground breaking next door to your house! Excuse me! Turn back and fall down, and I will clean it up for you."

After completing the due etiquette, he put on his gloves, and after only waving them a couple of times, the dirt slope next to him began to fall down, and a small mound of dirt appeared next to it after a while.

Old Mr. Pei clasped his hands, and his lips were tightly pursed into a straight line. Seeing him like this, Mr. Fan whispered, "Don't panic, brother, I'm here!"

Old Mr. Pei stared at the slope: "I hope...Mr. Bo is wrong."

If it was really because the ashes of his ancestors were thrown into the wilderness, the good position was occupied by others, and they were trampled on every day... His family died so many people, he really didn't dare to think whether it was worth it .

If the ancestors had spirits, why didn't they come to entrust their dreams?But to use this method to punish innocent younger generations?This is their blood!

Because of the premature death of his children in the family these years, his wife died prematurely due to depression, and his daughter-in-law was also scared out of depression after giving birth to Ali, and one of them followed him if he didn't watch him. His unlucky child was the only one with him in his life The thing I insist on is to marry this daughter-in-law... Looking at it now, there is more than one word 'miserable' to describe? !

He was filial, and in order to let his ancestors live a good life down here, he moved them to the best part of the cemetery, and paid hundreds of thousands of fees a year. Did this end in exchange? !

Old Mr. Pei only felt bitter at the root of his tongue.

The man dug for a while, but there was still only soil. He turned his head and asked Mr. Fan and the others: "Bosses, do we still need to dig? It's all soil, no ashes."

Bo Nan said indifferently: "Continue to dig."

The others didn't make a sound, so the man nodded and continued digging. The pile of earth next to him was getting higher and higher, and suddenly he heard a completely different sound coming from the soil. I can feel it clearly when I hold the shovel—I have dug something.

This feeling is different from earth and stone.

He fiddled with the shovel twice, and carefully lowered the shovel again. The loess was turned over, revealing a little red light.After another moment, a tattered thing wrapped in a dark red cloth appeared in front of his eyes.

He swallowed, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to take it out... evil door!"

Mr. Pei grasped Mr. Fan's arm tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Take it out! Check it out!... What's inside it!"

First, his own child desperately wanted to come here, and then Bo Nan, the Feng Shui master, said that his ancestors were here, and he really dug up something at this moment. The evil door is an evil door, but he couldn't help but believe it!

They didn't know each other before yesterday!Even if Bo Nan deliberately came here in advance to dig it out and bury it in the mound, how did he know?How did he do that!With such scheming and patience, why is it hard to make money, why do you have to come to their house? !

The man boldly touched it with a shovel, and picked it out with a red cloth. It was a heavy box, and he almost failed to pick it up. Fortunately, the man was used to manual labor, so he finally let it fall safely. ground.

The red cloth was corroded badly, and it was hit by the shovel again. When it fell to the ground, the red cloth could no longer support it and fell apart, revealing the finely carved mahogany urn inside.

This piece of red cloth can't be turned into this in a year or two.

Mr. Pei opened his eyes and looked again and again, trying to identify it. Mr. Fan persuaded in a low voice: "Don't look at it, take it for DNA testing."

"...You are right." Old Mr. Pei said every word.

The people of Pei He were almost stunned. When he saw that an urn was really dug out, he didn't care about the mud and dirt on the ground. He hugged his son and knelt down, and apologized seriously: "I'm sorry. , I don’t know which ancestor is inside, and I don’t know that you stepped on your grave just below. I will definitely burn paper money for you. My son is only half a year old. I’m really ignorant. If you really The anger is directed at me, my son is innocent."

Bo Nan looked down at him and said, "Get up, we have to go up the mountain."

"Huh?" Pei He was puzzled.

Bo Nan laughed and said: "An urn can't prove anything. You have to go up the mountain to see if there are any clues on your family's ancestral grave. If you want to test the DNA, you have to come out and do it together to see which one is the real one of your family. Ancestor."

"Yes...Mr. Bo is right." Mr. Fan said: "Old Pei, don't be angry, go to the top of the mountain to have a look."

He arranged: "Pei He, give me the child, put the urn in a bag and take it up with you first, Master Zhou, please go to the cemetery and tell them to call the management over, and ask them to give it to you." a statement."

"Hundreds of thousands a year, is this how you manage it?"

The man is also feeling cold at the moment, this is the first time he has encountered this kind of wicked thing, and he has been working here, and there are some things that he really can't help but believe, he nodded repeatedly, gave the driver a number, and asked the driver The urn on the ground bowed: "Oh, I really don't know. You also know that I have only come here in the past two years. I have spent most of this time on you. I kowtow to you here to make amends!"

Bo Nan raised his eyes to look at the top of the mountain, where the sun was shining brilliantly, and it was so bright.For some reason, he had a feeling of deja vu.

How similar...?