Chapter 85
When I woke up the next morning, Buffalo was lying beside my bed looking at me.
"Sister, my mother asked me to return this to you." He said, holding the bracelet.
I took the bracelet and put it on my hand.
"Let's go, let's go eat." He was obviously in much better spirits today than yesterday.
I simply washed up and just sat down when I heard an urgent knock on the door.
Buffalo Mom went out to open the door and saw a woman, about her own age, who asked in a panic, "Is the young master still here?"
"Cui Lan, what's wrong with you? Don't worry, the young master is eating in the house."
When the woman heard this, she hurriedly ran into the house, knelt on the ground, and said, "Little Master, please save my old Li!"
Her action made me dumbfounded. I had no idea what was going on. I helped her up and asked, "Auntie, if you have something to say, please tell me. What's wrong?"
"My son, Lao Li, drank here yesterday, went home and went crazy, digging up his father's grave. He woke up this morning with pain all over his body!"
"Why did Old Li actually do this? Why didn't you stop him?" Old Yang was also shocked when he heard it.
"I can't stop it at all." Cuilan said crying.
I looked at them in confusion, thinking there must be something I didn't know. But now was clearly not the time to dwell on that. I immediately followed her to Lao Li's house. Lao Yang also came along. Her daughter was crying beside the bed, trying to restrain Lao Li with both hands, but it wasn't very effective.
Looking at Lao Li again, he was covered in blood, even on his face. He had scratched him everywhere. At this time, he sat up and banged his head against the wall.
Seeing this, Lao Yang hurriedly grabbed him, but he didn't have enough strength.
He placed the bracelet in his palm and chanted to Old Li, "Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder Sound Universal Transformation Heavenly Venerable!"
After repeating it three times, Lao Li stopped, but he was still unconscious. Everyone saw him unconscious and looked at me.
Cuilan said, "Little Master, please save my Lao Li."
"What's going on? Explain it to me first." I am still confused and don't understand why Lao Li wants to dig up his father's grave.
Cuilan spoke softly, and I understood the whole incident.
Old Li grew up in poverty and suffered greatly, compounded by his inherent laziness. Normally, a normal person would work hard to change this situation, but he didn't. He constantly complained about his parents' poverty and lamented why he wasn't born into a good family. When his parents grew old, he would beat and scold them daily, eventually starving them to death.
Seeing how hard life is for Old Li, the villagers look to him for any work they can. That's why Old Yang approached him yesterday, wanting to help him out. But he always complains, never looking at his own problems. Last night, after drinking and remembering his own difficult situation, he, under the influence of alcohol, dug up his father's grave, cursing as he went, the most venomous curses imaginable. As a result, he woke up this morning and started scratching himself until he was covered in blood.
After hearing this, I frowned. I'd never met anyone like this before, and I wasn't sure whether I should help him or not.
Seeing that I was silent, Cuilan knelt on the ground and was about to kowtow to me.
This matter has nothing to do with her, so I held her back.
"Little Master, please save my Lao Li!"
At this time, her daughter was also sitting beside the bed and crying.
I hate to see others cry in front of me. I feel soft-hearted when they cry.
"Take me to see the grave first." I compromised.
Cuilan cried all the way to the grave of Lao Li's father. Looking at the scene before my eyes, I really didn't want to help.
I saw the grave had been dug up, and the bones were scattered all over the ground. Not only had the grave been dug up, but the bones had also been scattered. Next to his father's grave was his mother's, which also looked disturbed. But among the scattered bones, only a head remained. I asked, "Was that grave dug up too?"
Cuilan cried even harder and replied, "Last month, Old Li dug up the grave and threw the bones into the river."
Hearing her say this, a wave of anger erupted from the depths of my heart. What a beast! He dug up his parents' graves and threw his mother's remains into the river.
Then it dawned on me. No wonder the buffalo was seduced by the water ghost. Wasn’t the water ghost the transformed version of Lao Li’s mother?
I shook my head, not knowing what to do for a moment.
"Young Master, is there any hope for my old Li?" Cuilan burst into tears.
"You reap what you sow." I said slowly.
Although I'm soft-hearted, I'm not a pushover. I won't help everyone. Besides, such inhumanity will inevitably lead to retribution sooner or later. If I interfere, the consequences will be felt on me. I'm not trying to protect myself, but I know that even if I help, it won't make a big difference.
After hearing what I said, Cuilan sat on the ground and cried. After crying for a while, she began to pick up the bones in front of her and put them back into the coffin.
Watching her doing these things silently, I couldn't help but sigh. These were just useless efforts and could not solve Lao Li's problem.
Finally, Cuilan and I returned to her home, and Lao Li started to go crazy again. He was covered in blood and cursing. Lao Yang couldn't hold him down, and Cuilan looked at me pleadingly.
I had no choice but to recite a few more sentences of "Nine Heavens Ying Yuan Lei Sheng Pu Hua Tian Zun!"
After dealing with Lao Li, Lao Yang and I walked back. Lao Yang also shook his head and sighed, saying, "This Lao Li, ah!"
As for the cause and effect, all of this is what Lao Li deserves.
The next day, just as I was about to leave, the sky darkened and a torrential downpour began. Around ten in the morning, a resounding thunderclap echoed through the heavens and earth. My heart sank; the sound was so familiar.
"Something happened to Old Li!" I said to Shuiniu's parents.
After the loud thunder, the rain stopped quickly.
The three of us hurried to Lao Li's house, but only his daughter was home. I turned and ran to the grave of Lao Li's parents, and sure enough, I saw Cuilan standing there stupidly. In front of her was a pile of broken bones and Lao Li's body.
I walked closer and saw that there were black marks on the top of Lao Li's head and the soles of his feet. These were caused by the thunder that had just struck him from head to toe and pierced through him.
This is a punishment from heaven!
It turned out that Old Li was tortured beyond recognition. While he was still conscious, he ran to his father's grave, dug out the bones that had just been buried, and wanted to grind them into powder and scatter the ashes. As a result, he suffered retribution.
Mr. and Mrs. Yang also followed and looked at the scene in front of them, both of them silent for a long time.
Old Li's family held the funeral that day, but everyone in the village knew that he had dug up his parents' graves, which was a big taboo. If a person was unfilial, he would be looked down upon by the villagers, and no one wanted to be associated with this bad luck.
But the funeral had to be held. Finally, after Cuilan and her daughter knelt down and kowtowed to beg, the village master played music and held Lao Li's funeral.
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