What will happen to everyone if a person who is determined to be dead suddenly resurrected?

Anyway, when I saw this old man, many people were shocked. Fortunately, it was daytime now. If it were night, many people would probably have a heart attack and fainted and lie down.

Seeing a group of scared people, the old man had a hint of pride in his eyes, and then walked to the old Taoist priest and whispered: "Brother, please trouble you."

The old Taoist priest was very calm, as if he had known this before, and nodded casually and said, "You and I have known each other for many years, this is what we should do."

When the two of them were in a state of dismay, the others also reacted one after another. Looking at the old man, the shadows on the ground, and the familiar voice, appearance, they didn't look like ghosts.

For a moment, Sanger was surprised and said, "Grandpa, it turns out you are not dead."

"Do you want me to die?" The old man turned his head and scolded with a smile.

"No, I didn't mean that..." Sanger shook his head quickly, then walked forward carefully, plucked up the courage to support the old man's arm, and felt the warmth of the old man's body. At this moment, he was 100% sure that the teacher was really a living person, which naturally made him feel overjoyed and very excited and happy.

The old man saw Sanger's little moves and praised them a little: "Sanger, thank you for your hard work during this period. You have suffered a lot."

"I'm fine..." Sanger's eyes were a little wet: "I just heard that Grandpa, you... feel sad..."

"Silly kid." The old man patted Sanger on the shoulder and smiled kindly, "Did you forget what I told you when you went out?"

"Didn't forget, you said..." Sanger blinked, and his expression became very strange: "You seem to have said that no matter what news you hear, don't rush to believe it, carefully distinguish the truth from the false..."

In an instant, Sanger was surprised and asked, "Grandpa, did you have any arrangements at that time? Why did you do this?"

"Myanmar, this period of time... is not peaceful." The old man calmly and smiled indifferently: "If I 'dead', some people will definitely feel at ease. Then they despise your father and do not object to his rise to power."

"Oh~~" Sanger suddenly realized that this was a skill of power and intent. Of course, he also understood that the purpose of the old man's fake death was probably not that simple. However, in public, he couldn't ask in detail. In short, he was very happy: "Grandpa, as long as you are fine."

"Don't worry. I know my body, at least I can hold on for a few years." The old man smiled and said, "I can't die within three to five years. I guess some people know about this and it's time to scold me for being old."

"Who dares?" Sanger said with a glaring eyes. He was very strong.

"Let's talk about this later." The old man changed the subject and looked at Fang Yuan beside him, with a gentle smile on his face: "I guess this little friend is Master Fang."

"Grandpa, he is Fang Yuan." Sanger nodded slightly, and his expression was a little complicated.

"Master Fang, I have long admired my reputation." The old man walked over and stretched out his palm with a smile.

Fang Yuan glanced at the old man, then looked down at the palm in front of him, and saw that his palm was thin and had no flesh and blood, so he looked protruding in his knuckles, like a twisted tree root, full of the vicissitudes of time.

Of course, Fang Yuan paid more attention to the thick cocoon on his knuckles, which should be the traces left by holding a gun for many years. It was these traces that made him clearly realize that this old man was not an ordinary old man, but a warlord. Yes, he was a warlord, a warlord who held the power.

Although this warlord belongs to foreign forces, when he comes to China, he has to hold the dragon and squat up even if he is a tiger. However, he cannot stand being able to act ruthlessly.

So Fang Yuan also responded politely: "Old Sang, lucky to know!"

"Master Fang, my grandson has a bad temper. After all, he is a young man. He is prone to impulsiveness and does not know how to cultivate his mind and nature to control himself. Please forgive me." The old man apologized.

"I dare not..." Fang Yuan shook his head and said, "The reason lies in me, not in him."

The old man smiled and asked, "Master Fang, I'm actually very curious. Is he doing something that offended you these days, but he didn't realize it?"

"No..." Fang Yuan said: "For these days, Brother Sang has taken good care of me, which makes me very grateful."

"Since that's the case, why are you hiding the fact that you found the Feng Shui treasure land?" Sange asked, his tone very violent and confused.

"Don't be impatient. If you are anxious, you can't eat hot tofu. If you have something to do, you should talk slowly." The old man pressed his hands and comforted him for a few words, his eyes flashed: "If it's not a personal grudge, then it's out of public interest?"

"Public heart?" The others were stunned. There was no public heart in this matter. It was Fang Yuan's selfishness. After all, he found the Feng Shui treasure land but hid it. This was a very unkind behavior. No matter who knows, he can despise and condemn it.

This is why the old Taoist priest just said that doing so would ruin Fang Yuan’s reputation for hard work. It would not only destroy the reputation, but it could even be said to ruin Fang Yuan’s future as a Feng Shui master.

This is not a joke. You will understand after thinking about it carefully. It is a kind of trust for everyone to look for Feng Shui masters. If you don’t even have the most basic trust, no one will ask Feng Shui masters to do business again.

No matter how powerful a Feng Shui master is, if his character is not good, everyone will not be at ease. Thinking of this, the others were even more surprised, not understanding why Fang Yuan did this. Could it be that he was blinded by lard and was obsessed with lust?

At this time, Fang Yuan was also stunned, as if he was surprised, but soon he calmly said: "Old Sang, is it so important whether it is public or selfish?"

"Of course it's important." The old man smiled and said, "If it's selfish, then there's no need to talk about it. If it's out of public interest, there's still room for maneuver."

"Grandpa, what else can he have?" Sanger was very surprised.

The old man smiled and his voice was very light: "If it is not unexpected, it should be a non-sex person, and his heart must be different. Master Fang, am I right? Feng Shui has no national boundaries, but Feng Shui masters have a national concept..."

"What?" When someone else heard the sound, he was shocked and thoughtful.

At the same time, Fang Yuan's face changed slightly, and he did not expect that the old man would really understand his thoughts.

"National concept?" Sanger was stunned for a moment, and understood a little, but more of it was not. "Why, even if we live in Myanmar, we are still overseas Chinese. Especially my grandfather, our ancestors grew up here, and now we want to return to our roots, is there anything wrong with falling leaves?"

"No, no," Fang Yuan shook his head and said, "If you are just buried near the village, then there will definitely be no problem. But if you want to occupy the Feng Shui treasure land, you have no negotiation."

Fang Yuan spoke easily, but he showed a decisive meaning.

"Why?" Sanger couldn't help asking again.

Fang Yuan remained silent and had no intention of explanation. At this moment, the old Taoist priest next to him spoke and said leisurely: "Because the Feng Shui treasure land here is... a land of kings and princes!"

"The land of kings and princes?" Sanger was a little confused, and then realized something, and his eyes immediately lit up, as if they were surprised and happy.

"Yes, the land of kings and princes." The old Taoist priest sighed a little: "In ancient times, it would be a land of kings and princes that could break the land. If you were lucky enough, you might have the chance to win the 195th."

"Go to the Nine Five..." Sanger's breathing immediately became very rapid.

At the right time, Fang Yuan's expression suddenly changed color, and he was surprised and suspicious: "Do you know?"

"Of course I know." The old Taoist priest nodded calmly: "I knew it decades ago."

"That's right." The old man also showed gratitude: "It was because of the guidance of my brother that I made up my mind and went straight into Myanmar when I was defeated. Then I managed it for many years before I could get to where I am today..."

"Since you knew it, why would you come to me for?" Fang Yuan frowned and said, "Are you playing tricks on me?"

"No, I know that there is Feng Shui land here, but I don't know the specific location." The old Taoist priest's expression was a bit complicated: "I have been studying for decades, but I always feel that there is a layer of gauze, as if I am looking at flowers in the fog, and it is difficult to recognize the true face of Mount Lu."

When everyone heard this, the reactions were different. Sanger and others sighed in disappointment, but Fang Yuan looked at the old Taoist priest in surprise, and then slowly showed a smile on his face.

"You really don't know where?" Fang Yuan asked.

"I don't know..." the old Taoist priest answered honestly.

"Then I'll be relieved..." Fang Yuan was in a relaxed mood and waved: "Goodbye everyone!"

Fang Yuan wanted to leave, but was blocked again.

"What are you doing?" Fang Yuanyi said sternly: "I tell you, doing this is legally called illegal detention, and you have to go to jail..."

"Master Fang, you misunderstood. We don't mean to imprison you. We just think that you and I will fall into trouble at first sight. We should talk more, so why should we rush to leave?" The old man smiled and reached out and asked, "Go to have a cup of tea first. No matter what the matter is, as long as everyone communicates sincerely, they will definitely be able to resolve the problem and reach an agreement..."

The power is stronger than that of a human, and Fang Yuan couldn't help it. Before he could react, he was rushed over by a wave of people, and then he "flowed" to the next room as if he was following the flow.

"You guys go out..." The old man waved his hand again, and the group disappeared outside the door like a tide.

"Wait!" Fang Yuan suddenly stopped, then pointed to Sang Er outside the door and said casually: "I feel unhappy that guy steals my things. You can beat me up first, and beat him to the point where the uncles and uncles in the village don't recognize him, so that I will be in the mood to talk to you. Otherwise, I will feel depressed and have no interest in chatting."

"Ah?" Sang Er suddenly felt like a disaster was coming when he heard this. He felt that the limelight was wrong. He was about to escape, but was surrounded by a group of burly men.

Sang Er was panicked, shocked and anxious, and couldn't help but shout in a grief and anger: "Mr. Sang, we are relatives. Besides, even if I don't have any credit, I will work hard. You can't treat me like this... Help~~" (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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