"Huang Dingbang, don't go too far!" Jiao Shiniang said.
"You don't have to agree, I'm not forcing you." Huang Dingbang spread his hands, "Today in Master Shen's territory, everyone is reasonable. I, Mr. Huang, am the most reasonable. Anyway, if you want ancestral graves, you still need to
Your father's fate is yours to choose."
Indeed, although Huang Dingbang did something very unethical in this matter, everyone present, such as Shen Bingyuan, Xu Tong, Feng Tianming and others, looked down upon him.
But there was no problem with what they said. He did not force others to make things difficult, but let Jiao Shiniang make her own choice.
So even though Shen Bingyuan is the host here, he can't say anything.
"Shi Niang, you can't agree to this," said the old man surnamed Liao.
"But my father's illness..."
"Shi Niang, even if you sacrificed yourself to save my life, if I knew that my ancestral grave was gone and you were bullied by a bastard named Huang, he would be pissed to death."
Jiao Shiniang looked hesitant.
Huang Dingbang glanced at Taoist Priest Qingxuan.
Taoist Priest Qingxuan understood immediately and raised his hand to cover the box containing the Kunlun grass.
"Since you don't want it, forget it."
"Wait a minute..." Jiao Shiniang stretched out her hand to stop her, but then hesitantly retracted her hand.
Huang Dingbang looked at her with some pride and said: "Shi Niang, why bother? The grave can be moved, but your father only has one life. There is no place to move. If a person dies, there will be no more."
Jiao Shiniang's chest was heaving violently, and her heavy breathing could tell her inner torment.
After a long time, she said: "Okay, I promise you."
Huang Dingbang smiled and said: "It should have been like this a long time ago."
"Shi Niang..." The old man surnamed Liao wanted to persuade her again.
Jiao Shiniang had a look of determination on her face, shook her head at her, and said: "Uncle Liao, I have made up my mind, please stop trying to persuade me. I just hope that my father will not know about this matter. As for the matter of moving the tomb,
I also need Uncle Lao Liao to help me choose a good place so that the ancestors of the Jiao family will not be uneasy underground."
The old man surnamed Liao was horrified, with a look of sadness on his face, and he let out a long sigh.
Huang Dingbang said to Shen Bingyuan: "Master Shen, prepare the contract."
Shen Bingyuan was also helpless. This incident happened here and it would be unpleasant to spread, but both families agreed that he had nothing to say.
Just as he was about to ask someone to draft the contract, he suddenly heard someone say:
"Wait!"
The person who spoke was none other than Li Muchen.
People's eyes are focused on him.
"Master Li, what do you have to say?" Shen Bingyuan asked.
"You don't have to use Kunlun grass to save people," Li Muchen said.
Jiao Shiniang was stunned, and the old man surnamed Liao suddenly showed joy on his face.
"Shi Niang, why did I forget this! This Young Master Li is from the lineage of medical saints. If we invite Young Master Li back, we will definitely be able to cure the master's disease!"
Jiao Shiniang was also surprised and happy: "Really?"
Huang Dingbang said angrily: "Li, this is a matter between our two families. You were brought here by Mr. Feng, what does it have to do with you?"
Li Muchen said: "It has nothing to do with me, I just can't stand you."
What he said was straightforward, but it won the favor of many people.
Jiangdong Tiger Xu Tong praised him: "Good boy, you told me what is in my heart, we can make friends!"
Huang Dingbang sneered and said: "So what if you don't like it? You don't even know what kind of disease this person has, so you are sure you can cure it?"
"I'm really not sure that I can cure her father's disease," Li Muchen said.
When Jiao Shiniang heard this, she became worried again.
Huang Dingbang laughed and said: "Jiao Shiniang, listen, listen, this kid is just bragging and wants to extort some money from your house. To save your father's life, you have to rely on my Kunlun grass. But I tell you
, after passing this village, there is no such store. If you don’t agree today, you can ask this boy named Li to go to your house for treatment. But don’t come to beg me again. After today, my Kunlun grass is
Even if I feed it to pigs, I won’t give it to you again!”
Jiao Shiniang looked at Li Muchen, with complicated expressions in her eyes, including hope and worry.
It was obvious how much she wanted to believe Li Muchen.
However, when her father's life is involved, a woman is so helpless.
Li Muchen stood up slowly and walked to Taoist Huang Dingbang and Qingxuan.
"I'm not sure I can cure someone else's disease, because you have to see the disease before you can prescribe it. But how do you know that only Kunlun grass can cure someone else's disease? And how come it's such a coincidence that you have it at your fingertips?
Where’s the Kunlun grass?”
His words seemed to awaken the dreamer.
Jiao Shiniang and the old man surnamed Liao looked at each other with surprise and uncertainty in their hearts.
Huang Dingbang sneered and said: "Kunlun grass belongs to Taoist priest Qingxuan. Taoist priest is an expert outside the world. How can you mortals guess it?"
Li Muchen glanced at Qingxuan and said:
"You are an expert, right? It's a pity that your Kunlun grass is fake!"
After saying that, he suddenly overturned the box on the table to the ground.
The box rolled on the ground a few times, and the Kunlun grass fell out of the box.
A dazzling clear light flashed by, and the room was filled with fragrance.
However, the aroma is a bit unusually strong.
Even those who don’t understand medical skills or the medicinal properties of herbs can smell it. The fragrance does not come from the grass on the ground, but from something like the powder hidden in the box in advance.
Before Li Muchen knocked over the box, the fragrance slowly spread out, much like the fragrance of natural vegetation.
Once it is knocked over, the fragrance spreads quickly, and the grass on the ground loses its luster and becomes just a piece of grass.
Taoist Master Qingxuan became angry and said: "Boy, how dare you destroy my fairy grass!"
While he was talking, a piece of talisman paper was already held between his fingers.