Because I have discovered that the Feng Shui here is not only not good, but also quite bad.

The word "poor mountains and bad waters", to a certain extent, describes a place with poor feng shui.

In fact, the feng shui in our village is pretty good.

Including Longhu Valley near our village and the graveyard in our village, the Feng Shui is quite good.

Walking back from the graveyard, you will basically encounter deep mountains and old forests.

Moreover, from the perspective of Feng Shui, this place has no road ahead. It can be said that the road ahead is blocked. Generally no one comes to this kind of place, and the road back is not good either.

There is only a small canyon between the two mountains.

Going forward is not so smooth. Generally speaking, the feng shui here is relatively poor.

Although it is said that if people are buried here, nothing major will happen, such as corpse fraud or the like.

But it will have some impact on future generations.

So I was a little confused and had huge doubts in my heart.

I even doubt that this cemetery was not chosen by my grandfather.

And the further I walked, I felt that the surrounding mountains were oppressing me, which made me feel a little uncomfortable.

Living people feel a little uncomfortable. After death, burying people here may not be a wise choice.

My steps suddenly slowed down.

My cousin complained behind me and said, "Cousin, how did the old man carry the coffin into this cemetery?"

This question from my cousin was a very crucial question, and it also asked me what I wanted to know.

After my cousin finished asking, I waited for my dad to say the next thing.

But my dad did not answer this question directly. Instead, he told me that he would wait until he was in front of my grandfather’s grave to discuss it.

I saw that my father was not talking about it, so I said to him again: "Dad, did you choose your grandfather's cemetery by yourself?"

I think this matter is very important. I can judge whether this cemetery was chosen by my grandfather himself and what is wrong with this cemetery.

I took a deep breath and felt that I was still a bit weak. If I had learned a lot about the Feng Shui here, I should be able to see through it at a glance whether the Feng Shui here is really good or fake. But now I can't see through it at all. Feng shui.

On the surface, the feng shui here is indeed not good.

But I don’t quite believe that grandpa would be so superficial.

I always believe in my heart that it is impossible for grandpa to choose such a place for no reason. Grandpa is a master of Feng Shui, and ordinary Feng Shui masters are simply not enough in front of grandpa.

My heart is full of doubts.

Or maybe there's a deeper secret hidden inside.

It took us two hours to walk the whole way. In fact, the distance we walked was not too far. It was just because the mountain road was rugged and difficult to walk, so we walked at a slower speed.

But it is still some distance from the village.

At least you can't see the village from here.

At this time, the question my cousin asked just now also became more and more curious in my mind.

How on earth was grandpa's coffin brought in in the first place?

Finally, I saw a mountain recess in front of me. Although it was a bit far away, I still saw a tombstone.

After I saw it, I quickly stepped forward.

I didn't wait for my dad to tell me whether my grandfather's grave was there.

After I saw the tombstone, I couldn't wait.

When I got closer, I cleaned up the weeds on the tombstone, but after cleaning it up, my face couldn't help but become a little ugly.

I called Dad.

My dad came over here quickly.

But when my dad came closer, his face became extremely solemn.

The cousin had a straightforward personality. When he saw this scene, he yelled at the top of his lungs: "Who did this?"

Grandpa's tombstone actually seemed to have been cut horizontally, and a large section was broken off.

When I saw this scene, I felt angry in my heart. I don't know which bastard did this. My grandfather died and actually destroyed his tombstone.

My dad was also a little angry at this moment. Maybe it was because my dad was an intellectual, so he couldn't actually curse. After a while, I didn't see my dad say anything.

My cousin kept cursing and cursing.

Driven by my cousin's anger, I also cursed a few times.

But there was no one around here at all.

I originally wanted to find another section of the tombstone and piece it together directly, but after searching for a while, I couldn't find the other tombstone.

This bitch broke my grandfather's tombstone and took it away.

If I knew who it was, I would kill this guy.

I couldn't help but take a deep breath, and I knelt in front of my grandfather's tombstone. With guilt in my heart, I said to my grandfather: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, my grandson came late, and I didn't even save your tombstone.

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I was in great pain inside at this time.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely find the person who destroyed your tombstone."

"Xiaoyue, don't worry. My cousin will look for it with you. When the time comes, we will deal with this bastard together. What this bastard did is too grandiose."

My cousin also said indignantly.

But at this time, my dad suddenly said in a low voice: "Forget it, there's no need to look for it."

"Why? Cousin, we can't just swallow this breath, we want revenge."

My cousin said angrily.

"I guess Grandpa Xiaoyue won't want to take revenge. Everyone is dead, and the tombstone is also a thing outside the body."

My dad said it in a relaxed and calm manner.

But I couldn't let it go, and I was a little unhappy with his remarks. I immediately said: "Dad, you don't care about this matter, I have to take care of it."

"Xiaoyue, I believe your grandpa has the same idea as me."

My dad persuaded me.

"You're not grandpa, how do you know what grandpa thinks."

I got a little excited and I retorted to my dad, I didn't want to listen to him.

I grew up with my grandfather, and I have a very deep affection for him. I don’t want to see my grandfather’s tombstone being tampered with and still tolerate it.

My words made my father fall silent.

But my cousin suddenly advised me: "Xiaoyue, be polite to your father."

I rolled my eyes at my cousin, who had no choice but to shut up and stop talking.

I took the sickle from my cousin's hand and started cleaning the weeds on my grandfather's grave.

I cleaned up the area around it, but while I was cleaning it up, I discovered something else. It seemed like the soil on the tomb had been moved.

For a moment, I felt as if my scalp was going to explode, and I became extremely angry.

Is it possible that these beasts broke my grandfather’s tombstone and now dug my grandfather’s grave?

Could it be that my grandfather couldn’t even die in peace?

Who is it that wants to do such a cruel thing?

My cousin became irritable again and shouted that he would find the murderer now.

I couldn't help but ask my dad: "Dad, who were the people who carried grandpa's coffin in?"

I know that to bury my grandfather here, at least one or twenty people are needed to carry the coffin. Otherwise, it would be impossible to get my grandfather’s coffin here.

So there are quite a few people who know the location of my grandfather’s tomb.

In fact, I also went to the village to inquire about it, but no one in the village knew anything. I thought in my mind that my grandfather must have told the people in the village to prevent them from telling me.

Or dad.

Now my grandfather's grave seems to have been dug up. I have reason to suspect that it was the group of coffin bearers who did it.

Even if they didn't do it, I believe that the news about grandpa's grave was leaked, and they still had the coffin.

I asked my dad, but at this time, my dad still remained silent and refused to say anything.

When I saw him like this, I felt even more angry. I couldn't help but yelled: "Dad, at this time, do you still want to swallow your anger?"

My dad looked solemn, and I knew he was an intellectual.

You definitely don’t want to use violence to solve problems, but sometimes, when someone is riding on your neck, you still swallow your anger.
To be continued...