When the old man asked, the whole room was silent. When many people looked at the middle-aged woman, they had a bit of ridicule in their eyes.

"What's wrong?" From everyone's expressions, the old man realized that he seemed to have asked a question he shouldn't have asked.

"It's nothing." My aunt shook her head and said, "This matter... is a long story. Let me tell you later. Didn't you say you want to burn incense to my dad? I'll take you there now."

When Fang Yuan heard this, he had to secretly praise his aunt for being so clever. In front of a group of leaders, he took the old man to his grandfather's grave to sing a stick of incense. It is estimated that no one will dare to touch a piece of grass in the grave again from now on.

Speaking of which, in his memory, my aunt is an ordinary old lady in rural areas. She usually does housework and plays with her grandchildren, but there is nothing special about it. But today, from dealing with people and then cleverly taking advantage of the situation, she has no feeling of being unfamiliar, which somewhat subverts his previous impression.

"This should be the credit of my grandfather. Who is my grandfather?"

Fang Yuan thought about it and then thought about it hard, but he felt that his memory was very vague. He vaguely remembered that his grandfather was a very kind old man, and there was no memory other than that.

Fang Yuan was a little lost. When he came to his senses, he found that the large group of people had already headed towards Longtan Temple. As for the wedding, it seemed that everyone had chosen to ignore it.

There is no way, just like a forced melon that is not sweet, and a forced marriage will definitely not be happy. Under the opposition of the elders of the two families, a newly married couple is about to face severe tests...

But this is a later story, so I won't mention it for now.

At this time, a large group of people heading towards Longtan Village in a huge rush, which naturally attracted the attention of many people. Especially when leaders accompany you, it is difficult to not attract attention.

"Clang, tanglang, tanglang, tanglang!"

Not long after, the group arrived at the foot of the mountain, and a loud bell came from the temple in the mountain. At this time, a leader turned his head and smiled, "Old Mr. Shi, you are a local. Do you still remember the Longtan Temple on the mountain?"

"Remember, how could I forget?" the old man missed: "When I was a child, I lived in the temple for a while."

Hearing this, the leaders of the group of people smiled unconsciously. But after the next quarter of an hour, their smiles became stiff and they suddenly had a bad premonition.

Because at this time, my aunt said, "Yes. When you lived in the temple, you were beaten a lot by monks."

"Uh..." The old man was stunned and then said in a slight embarrassment: "I was a bit naughty at that time. I often took out bricks and untied tiles, and it was also worth asking the masters in the temple to blame him. However, I had implicated my uncle and always asked him to help me clean up the mess."

"It's okay. At that time, my father was familiar with the monks in the temple. Everyone was neighbors and had a good relationship. Asking the monks to take care of you is just a matter of one word." While speaking, the aunt shook her head gently and sighed: "It's not possible now. The monks in the temple have digged my father's grave with all their hearts..."

"What?" the old man was stunned and then furious: "What's going on?"

Although the old man was always kind and had a gentle smile on his face, when he was angry, the aura of the superior immediately burst out. The powerful oppressive force suddenly came up and everyone next to him was shocked and inexplicably frightened.

"I've told you about this, and you may offend people." My aunt glanced at the leaders and said slowly: "So when you go up the mountain, remember to burn more incense for my dad, so that the grave will be shoveled one day."

"Who dares!" The old man's face was gloomy and his eyes slowly glanced. Whenever he came into contact with his sight, even though he did not do anything bad, he was inexplicably guilty and lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.

At this time, Fang Yuan praised again. The aunt had a great time to take it. When the leader mentioned the temple, it directly aroused the old man's anger. Under the pressure of the old man, it must have left a deep and unforgettable impression on the leaders.

"Amitabha."

When the atmosphere was stagnant, a group of monks rushed down the mountain.

The leader was a monk wearing a yellow monk's robe and a red cassock. He saw a fat head and ears, and a string of huge Buddhist beads hanging around his neck. He walked majestic and full of posture.

Before the great monk arrived, his heroic voice came: "I told you why the purple Qi came from the east this morning? It turned out that the nobles were here."

"He's Jiudian?" Fang Yuan asked the person next to him.

"Yes, it's him." The other person nodded and said, "Eating like this is so fat, I don't know how much oil and water I have caught."

When others were complaining, the monk Jiudeng quickly walked over, glanced at him and frowned slightly.

Among the crowd, there were not only leaders, but also a group of villagers, especially the eldest cousin's family. Monk Jiudeng was not blind, so he naturally saw them. The so-called enemies were particularly jealous when they met, and their expressions were naturally not very good-looking.

In addition to being unhappy, Monk Jiudeng was also very puzzled. How could the leaders have something to do with this family?

At the same time, the eldest cousin gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle, it's him, I want to dig my grandfather's grave."

"Huh?" the old man frowned and said, "A monk, if he doesn't cultivate his mind and nature, how can he have such a vicious mind?"

A leader quickly said, "...Ah, Mr. Shi, I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding in this matter."

"Ask him if he is a misunderstanding?" The cousin sneered: "Are you still a monk? He dares to dig a tomb and dig a grave. Are you not afraid of being knocked down to the eighteen levels of hell after death? But that's true. This kind of monk who does not follow the rules and regulations may not believe this."

"Amitabha." Monk Jiudeng reacted very quickly, otherwise it would not be his turn to sit on the abbot's position. From the leader's expression, you can tell that the old man is a big man, and even the county leaders should give in to him.

In addition, depending on the situation, the old man seems to have some relationship with the Shi family. Now the Shi family has filed a lawsuit...

With a lot of thoughts, Monk Jiudeng must defend himself: "Donor, how can you say this? After friendly negotiations, you insisted on not selling your house, and I also gave up this idea. As for the robbery of graves and digging, it is even more false. How could I touch the noble house at all?"

Monk Jiudeng looked very aggrieved, with a slandered expression on his face.

"Pretend, you keep pretending." The cousin snorted: "If we hadn't arrived in time, we might have let you succeed. And you didn't give up on this at all, and you were secretly using conspiracies and tricks, saying that my daughter and her fiancé were incompatible, and forcibly broke up a marriage..."

"Amitabha." Monk Jiudeng said seriously: "Donor, I don't know what you are saying. In front of all the nobles, please don't slander me."

"If you can do it, don't be afraid to admit it." My cousin was very angry and wanted to quarrel, but he asked my aunt to stop him.

"Okay, let's see your grandfather first. If you have any, I'll talk about it later."

At this time, my aunt seemed to be the master of everyone's heart. Everyone obeyed what she said. She ignored Monk Jiudeng and went straight up the mountain.

Monk Jiudeng frowned. Judging from the cold expressions of several leaders, if he did not settle this matter, he would probably not have a good life in the future. Maybe even the abbot's position would not be able to be saved.

He was anxious, but Monk Jiudeng was silent on the surface, and then sent a monk to inquire about the news. After all, the relationship network was there, and soon after, he knew the identity of the old man and what had just happened.

"Why are we all going together?" A hint of annoyance appeared in Jiudeng's eyes: "It's not too late, it's today..."

"No, I can't let them turn the tables, otherwise I will definitely be done."

Jiu Deng understands the virtues of those leaders very well. When they are useful, they will definitely respect and obey their own words. If they find that they are hindering their future, they will definitely kick themselves away without mercy.

The old man is a rich man who returns to his hometown and visits his relatives overseas. It is a matter of benefiting his hometown. As long as he invests a sum of money, whether it is building a school or building a bridge or paving a road, it is a political achievement.

As a leader, no one regards political achievements as life. If you make the elderly unhappy, leaders will definitely solve their problems and will definitely attack them.

"The key is still the grave..." Monk Jiudeng's eyes flashed, and suddenly made a decision, and immediately changed his way to the broken house next to the temple.

At this moment, a group of people also came to the front of the broken house. The old man glanced at it and said in a singular voice: "When I was wandering overseas, I don't know how many nights I dreamed about returning here. When I found out that it was just a dream, it would be difficult for you to understand the empty feeling..."

While speaking, the old man walked to the door, touched the door frame with his trembling hands, with a little bit of crystal clear eyes in his eyes: "I'm also worried, it's just a dream now."

"Uncle, don't worry, you are not dreaming, you are really back." Others comforted each other.

"Well..." The old man nodded slightly, and with the help of everyone, he slowly walked into the house. When he came to the hall, he saw the tomb of Grandpa Fang Yuan.

At this moment, the old man's tears fell: "I would rather be dreaming, at least I could see Uncle in the dream, his voice, appearance and smile have always been imprinted in my mind..."

"Oh!" Everyone couldn't help but sigh when they heard the sound. There are probably fewer and fewer people like the old man who are nostalgic and grateful, so they seem particularly precious and respectable.

"Uncle, the dog is back to see you." When the old man knelt in front of the grave and cried loudly, everyone next to him felt a little sad and his eyes were red.

However, there is never a shortage of people in the world who can disrupt the situation. At this time, someone suddenly sneered: "Old sir, someone has deceived you for decades, making you unable to get home and suffer from all kinds of tortures. Why do you still want to thank him?"

"What's the meaning?"
Chapter completed!