An hour later, the two arrived at the entrance of Yueyue Village.

Zhu Jun had already asked Zhang Laohan to drive a donkey cart to the village entrance and wait for the two of them.

"Mr. Zhang, the road is not good. Riding in a donkey cart will be a bit bumpy..." Although Chu Boyang knew that Zhang Guafu was physically strong, he was already over eighty years old after all, so he was worried that the bumps and bumps would damage his body.

The bones of the frame are falling apart.

"Little bastard, do you think my body is so fragile? If I hadn't hit you, your body would be less than one-fifth of mine." Zhang Guafu said, and he had already jumped on the donkey cart, and his skills were as strong as a ten

The young man in his twenties has a sharp eye.

In the past, Chu Boyang had to trot to follow Zhang Guafu's agile pace, but now he saw Zhang Guafu jump onto the donkey cart with a slight leap, and the donkey cart hardly moved due to this. Chu Boyang was really suspicious.

Is Zhang Guafu’s age real? Are his gray beard and gray temples dyed?

On the way, when the three of them were chatting, Zhang Guafu discovered that Zhang Laohan had the same surname and the same ancestral home. This made him interested in Zhang Laohan, and he immediately asked for some details. Zhang Laohan said that his mother did take him in his hometown.

Some items came over, but since his mother passed away, he has kept them sealed and untouched.

Zhang Guafu felt that Zhang Laohan was a bit close to him, and he already suspected that he was one of his family members, so he proposed to go to his house later to see the items that his mother had brought from her hometown.

During the chat, Zhang Laohan felt that Zhang Guafu had been talking to him in the tone of an elder. Although Zhang Guafu seemed to have a gray beard and temples, judging from his face, Zhang Guafu was not over fifty.

However, Zhang Laohan did not feel disgusted by this, "Mr. Zhang, there is nothing to watch, but if you want to watch it, just go ahead and watch it."

Chu Boyang had already seen Zhang Laohan's thoughts, so he explained to Zhang Laohan: "Grandpa Zhang, don't look at Mr. Zhang who looks more than ten years younger than you. He is over eighty years old."

"Ah?! My dear, Mr. Xiao Chu, are you serious about this?" Zhang Laohan was really a little doubtful.

"Haha, I am fifty-five years old this year." Zhang Guafu said with a proud look on his face, obviously he was quite satisfied with his cultivation.

After listening to this, Zhang Laohan still showed surprise. He put down his old pipe and looked at Zhang Guafu carefully. Except for the vicissitudes of time that could be seen in his eyes, he really couldn't tell that Zhang Guafu was actually a real person.

He is already an eighty-five-year-old man.

"Don't look, I am indeed eighty-five years old. By the way, what is your name?" Zhang Guafu asked, stroking his long snow-white beard.

"Since you are older than me, I will call you Brother Zhang. My name has not been mentioned for at least ten years. Haha, my name, Zhang Laohan, was given to me by my mother. It is Zhang Qingzhi." Zhang Laohan.

Silly, he took another puff of cigarette and said.

"Zhang Qingzhi," Zhang Guafu thought thoughtfully, then smiled, "Qingzhi, it's not a bad idea if you call me brother."

With that said, the donkey cart had already brought a group of people to the door of the Zhou family's mansion.

Zhu Jun was already waiting there, and beside him were Zhou Bin and his wife Fang Ting, who had come back from leave after learning that their mother was seriously ill.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang." Zhu Jun greeted Mr. Zhang respectfully.

Then Chu Boyang briefly introduced Zhang Guafu to Zhou Bin and his wife. He only said that Zhang Guafu was an old Chinese doctor who had finally invited Mrs. Zhou to treat her.

Zhou Bin greeted enthusiastically, "Xiao Fang, go and prepare the food quickly, and then go to my room and take out the two bottles of good wine."

When Fang Ting heard this, she was about to turn around and prepare, when Zhang Guafu said, "Stop being busy, take me to see Mrs. Zhou first."

Zhou Bin liked hearing this. He had already thought so, but he still asked his wife to prepare it.

Chu Boyang and Zhang Guafu entered the Zhou family's mansion, only to find that the living room was already full of people from the older generation of Yueyue Village. From this, it seemed that a doctor had already seen Boss Zhou and declared that Zhou Laotian was about to die soon.

Returning to the West.

Zhang Guafu didn't make any stop in the living room, and followed Zhou Bin directly to the backyard. He came to Mrs. Zhou's bedroom.

Zhou Tao and his wife Zhou Agui were waiting for Mrs. Zhou in front of the bed. When they saw someone coming, Zhou Tao got up to greet her. Zhang Guafu waved his hand, indicating that now was not the time to talk about etiquette. So Zhou Tao asked Zhou Agui to leave the bed.

Zhu Jun wanted to leave the room when he saw Zhou Agui, but Zhang Guafu was there, so he couldn't leave. But when Zhou Agui turned around and saw Zhu Jun, there was nothing strange at all. This was Zhu Jun's worry.

"Boyang, Zhu Jun, you two stay, push the others out." Zhang Guafu rolled his eyelids and said after taking Mrs. Zhou's pulse.

The Zhou family looked at Zhou Bin, Zhou Bin looked at Chu Boyang, Chu Boyang nodded, so Zhou Bin also nodded to the Zhou family, and then the Zhou family walked out.

"Lao Zhou, don't worry, I will definitely save the old lady." Chu Boyang said when sending Zhou Bin out of the room.

Zhou Bin knew that Chu Boyang knew some occult arts, so he had already estimated that Zhang Guafu was not a doctor, but a Taoist priest or something. It was just out of trust in Chu Boyang, and the real doctor could no longer respond to Mrs. Zhou.

God, so Zhou Bin had to place his last hope on Zhang Guafu.

Zhou Bin didn't say anything, he just put his hand on Chu Boyang's shoulder, nodded, turned around and went out, and even closed the door on his own initiative, then led the Zhou family a few meters away from the door.

After everyone left, Chu Boyang couldn't wait to ask Zhang Gua Fu about Mrs. Zhou's situation, but before he could speak, Zhang Gua Fu said calmly: "It's still in time, the King of Hell can't take her away yet."

"So, Mr. Zhang, do you have a way to revive Mrs. Zhou?" Chu Boyang's face was full of expectation.

"Of course, why should I follow you here if there is no way?! Old Mrs. Zhou is only over seventy years old and has not yet finished her life. It's just that you kid messed with Feng Shui and messed up her destiny." Zhang Guafu thought of Chu Boyang's carefulness.

Looking at the notes, I felt a little angry after making a big mistake.

Chu Boyang didn't care what Zhang Guafu thought now, "Then what should we do to save Grandma Zhou?"

"It's very simple, divorce." Zhang Guafu replied.

"No, sir, I'm not married yet?" Chu Boyang looked confused.

"Who said you are divorced? You may have more than one wife in the future. I am talking about Mrs. Zhou." Zhang Guafu said.

"Sir, are you mistaken? Mrs. Zhou's husband has been dead for many years." Chu Boyang was puzzled.

Zhu Jun smiled and patted Chu Boyang's shoulder, and said proudly: "Brother Chu, this is enough to show that your cultivation is still shallow. Hehe, a living person can marry a living person, and a dead person can marry a dead person.
Chapter completed!