Chapter 552: They Will Find Trouble Themselves

The extended luxury sedan drove smoothly along the road.

On the rear seat that could seat three people, Kong Ming, dressed in green robes and with long hair, half-closed his eyes.

But his eyes kept glancing sideways.

Sitting next to him was Yang Yu; on Yang Yu's other side was Xiao Shi, Zheng Enhui.

The rear cabin was spacious.

Zheng Enhui had her legs crossed, wearing black stockings.

Just one glance made Kong Ming unable to resist wanting a second look.

Kong Ming silently warned himself not to get carried away just because he had money.

In this line of work, one must have a steadfast mind and certainly not be swayed by external things.

With great effort, he finally suppressed the wicked thoughts in his heart.

Then he took a second look, a third look…

Gradually, his heart also calmed down.

Amitabha Buddha…

Uh! It seems I chanted wrong.

Boundless Immortal Venerable!

Kong Ming is both an exalted person and a worldly person.

Just then, Kong Ming's phone rang.

"Hey~"

Kong Ming answered the call.

It was his disciple calling.

The disciple's voice came through: "Master, the third madam says she has no money…"

Kong Ming covered the microphone with his hand and whispered, "Didn't I just transfer her 100,000 yuan last week?"

The disciple said: "The third madam says she wants to buy a handbag."..

"No way! My money doesn't just blow in from the wind."

"The third madam says she'll break up if I don't give it."

"Tell her to get lost!"

"By the way, Master, yesterday the school in your province called, saying the teaching building has been repaired; should we transfer the remaining funds?"

"Tens of thousands, perhaps! And while we're at it, let's get the kids some good desks and chairs; I heard there's a kind of chair whose back can be lowered, making it very comfortable for napping at noon."

"Okay, Master!"

"Boundless Immortal Venerable!"

After hanging up, Kong Ming murmured a chant.

At this moment, Yang Yu laughed and said: "So the Daoist priest also donates money to do good deeds!"

Kong Ming laughed and said: "Doing good deeds brings good rewards!"

Having said that, he thought: "This time, cooperating with Boss Lin to kill the Cui family,"

"donating an extra ten thousand yuan should be able to offset this karma, right?"

After finishing this matter, he hurried home.

Even the immortals of Han Guo here, no matter how powerful, cannot reach over there; they can't even get visas to go to the Eastern great country.

After driving for another ten or so minutes, the car finally stopped at the gate of the Cui family.

Cui Zhi Hou and his son Cui Min Yu, leading a group of people, arrived at the gate to welcome them.

After some pleasantries, Kong Ming was escorted, like stars surrounding the moon, into the luxurious living room.

After sitting down, Cui Min Yu got straight to the point: "Daoist priest, please help me see what's wrong with my father's body."

Cui Zhi Hui is not that old, but his hair is almost completely white, his body looks frail, and he appears ten years older than his actual age.

At a glance at Cui Zhi Hou's physiognomy, Kong Ming knew this guy wouldn't live past sixty.

He also took a quick look at Cui Min Yu.

Originally, he had the appearance of great wealth and honor, and the visage of longevity to a hundred years.

Unfortunately, his head—specifically the back of his skull—had been injured, leaving a bald patch covered with a piece of gauze.

It looks like a grave on a slope.

This is exactly the omen of a shortened life!

At least until this wound fully heals, it's a great omen of misfortune!

After so many years of reading faces and telling fortunes, Kong Ming has seen too many similar situations.

A person has an innate fate.

For example, being born rich and noble, with smooth fortune.

But some people have tumultuous destinies.

What the innate refers to is what is predestined.

But it is not unchangeable.

Some have good fate, but commit evil, suffer a slight mishap, and their physiognomy is ruined.

For example, a fine pair of eyebrows, which is the visage of a heroic lord, but due to an accident they became severed brows.

Afterward, their fortunes decline, and each day gets worse than the last.

Similarly, eyebrows can indicate a short life, but if one fulfills their duties as a person or does good deeds,

the result is that their fate changes; after the brows are severed, their fortune improves day by day, and even at eighty they remain vigorous and spirited.

"Daoist Priest..."

Cui Zhi Hou looked at Kong Ming with an expectant look.

Kong Ming raised his hand and did a finger calculation.

Then he frowned and said: "Mr. Cui, your fate was originally excellent, but your ancestral grave's feng shui has been ruined!"

"Oh?"

Cui Zhi Hou also furrowed his brows.

Cui Min Yu laughed and said: "Daoist Priest, you say that, but our family's ancestral grave is fine, with someone guarding it every day—how could its feng shui be ruined?"

Daoist Priest Kong Ming shook his head and said: "I can only say this much; whether you believe it or not is up to you."

After saying that, he stood up: "It's getting late, I should go."

With the servant's support, Cui Zhi Hou stood up and said: "I'll see you off, Daoist Priest."

Arriving at the Cui residence, they stayed less than half an hour.

Moreover, the Cui family did not try to keep them.

It was obvious they did not believe Daoist Priest Kong Ming's words.

On the return trip, Yang Yu furrowed his brows, looking thoughtful.

The Cui family is a well-known conglomerate in Han Guo, large and prosperous, with flourishing fortune.

It doesn't look at all like there's a problem with the ancestral grave.

If there really were a problem, this family would have declined long ago.

"Daoist Priest, what was the reasoning behind what you just said at the Cui residence?"

Yang Yu was especially curious.

However, Kong Ming just smiled and remained silent.

Er!

Again, it's something that can only be understood, not explained; Yang Yu understood.

When Kong Ming finds it hard to explain, he makes this expression.

He certainly did not see any problem with the Cui family's ancestral grave.

But people!

As soon as doubt arises in one's heart, one will always find something wrong with a matter.

He believed the Cui family would certainly help with this.

Don't believe it?

Just wait and see!

After Daoist Priest Kong Ming left, Cui Zhi Hou and his son Cui Min Yu discussed it.

Then they drove several dozen kilometers to a village near Hancheng.

Outside the village there was a graveyard covering about half a mu, built very luxuriously.

The stone used was all Han white jade.

Cui Zhi Hou had the steward lead people to search everywhere, not letting any clue slip.

After searching here and there, they finally found a clue.

It turned out that outside a kilometer away there had been a pig farm operating for over ten years.

The pig farm had dug a septic tank.

Cui Zhi Hou ran to a high place to look.

Ah shit!

Isn't that septic tank directly facing our ancestral grave?

Moreover, our ancestral grave is situated a bit lower.

Wouldn't the wastewater seep through the ground bit by bit?

"Dig, dig here to see what's underneath!"

Cui Zhi Hou shouted loudly.

Over a dozen people brought tools and began digging a patch of ground beside the ancestral grave.

After digging several meters deep, water began to seep out.

Cui Zhi Hou scooped up a handful of water and smelled it near his nose.

He didn't know if it was psychological, but he felt the water gave off a pig manure smell.

"This Daoist Priest Kong Ming is truly a divine person!"

Cui Zhi Hou, who thought his ancestral grave's feng shui had been ruined, couldn't help but sigh.

Cui Min Yu, who usually isn't very superstitious, furrowed his brows at this moment.

Could it be that this old Daoist Priest Kong Ming had previously surveyed the terrain here?

Otherwise, how could it be explained?

Cui Min Yu is an atheist.

But regardless of whether he believes in superstition, it's enough that his father Cui Zhi Hou does.