SFS Chapter 82 Before your son's accident, did you disturb the ancestral graves?
Chapter 82 Before your son's accident, did you disturb the ancestral graves?
Su Hui wiped away her tears, her voice full of heartache:
"We've never told her about this, because we're afraid she'll be upset if she finds out, afraid she'll go looking for her biological parents, and even more afraid that her biological parents deliberately abandoned her back then and will hurt her again now."
"We just wanted her to live a peaceful life, but we never expected... we never expected that some people would still not let her go!"
"Uncle and Aunt, don't worry."
Looking at the two emotional elders, Shen Yu solemnly promised,
"No matter who they are or what they want, with me here, I will never let them harm Xinlan in the slightest. What they owe Xinlan, I will collect it all back, penny by penny, with interest."
He paused, then earnestly gave further instructions.
"Please don't tell Xinlan about what we discussed today. She's at a crucial stage in her career right now, and I'm afraid that if she knows about these things, she'll be upset and it will affect her performance."
"Once I've sorted out everything in Beijing and gathered all the evidence, I'll be there for her and face this together. I'll make sure she doesn't suffer alone."
Jiang Jianping and Su Hui exchanged a glance, both seeing trust in each other's eyes.
They knew that Shen Yu genuinely cared for Xinlan and truly wanted what was best for her, so they quickly nodded.
"Okay, we'll listen to you. Xiao Shen, Xinlan has had a hard life, she'll be counting on you from now on."
Shen Yu sat with the two elders for a long time to calm them down before getting up to take his leave.
at the same time.
Beijing.
Liu Qingxuan walked slowly into Wang Yuanhe's detached villa. Dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, he exuded an otherworldly air, which seemed out of place amidst the strong smell of disinfectant in the house.
When Wang Yuanhe saw him enter, he quickly went to greet him, adopting an extremely humble posture, even bordering on obsequious:
"Mr. Qingxuan! You've finally arrived! Please, save my son! I beg you!"
He was the deputy director of the Beijing Municipal Bureau of Culture, who held real power over the approval of TV dramas. On a daily basis, many powerful and wealthy businessmen in Beijing had to beg him for favors.
But at this moment, he didn't even dare to straighten his back when facing Liu Qingxuan.
Six months ago, his only son suddenly fell ill with a strange disease. His body was covered in sores and he was delirious. He had been to all the top-tier hospitals in Beijing, but they could not find any cause for his illness. He could only be kept alive by intravenous nutrition.
He searched all the metaphysical masters in the capital, but none of them could see the root of the problem.
Someone suggested that Liu Qingxuan, a famous metaphysician in Beijing, might be able to cure his son's illness.
However, Liu Qingxuan was a recluse, and in recent years he had only dealt with the Jiang family and rarely met with other people.
He made a special trip to visit the other party a few days ago, but unexpectedly, the other party was in seclusion.
Wang Yuanhe had thought there was no hope, but to his surprise, Liu Qingxuan contacted him. This made Wang Yuanhe extremely excited.
Liu Qingxuan ignored his attempts to please her and went straight into the bedroom.
The young man lying on the bed was wrapped in bandages, the fabric soaked with pus and blood, and he was groaning in pain.
He glanced at it only once before speaking casually:
"Did your family disturb your ancestral graves before your son's accident?"
Wang Yuanhe was shocked. His son's accident did indeed occur after the ancestral graves were disturbed.
He kept a low profile when he moved the grave; he went back alone and hired a local master from his hometown.
He didn't think there was any big problem at first. The reason for moving the grave was that a mudslide in the spring had flooded the ancestral grave.
So I thought about moving to a place with better feng shui for reburial.
The location was indeed in good feng shui; he consulted several feng shui masters, and they all agreed it was auspicious. So he never doubted it.
Liu Qingxuan glanced at him and continued speaking calmly.
"Your family's ancestral graves were moved to a yin site, which caused the extinction of your lineage and also incurred the blood debts of your ancestors. The evil energy has backfired on your only son."
"But fortunately, you, as the father, are somewhat blessed and managed to avert disaster for him; otherwise, your son might have been gone long ago."
"But this protection can only temporarily slow down the backlash on your son; it cannot solve the root cause. If it cannot be resolved within three days, your son may not survive."
Liu Qingxuan's words sounded alarming, but in reality, Wang Yuanhe's son's condition was not that serious.
Although he won't get better, he shouldn't live past three days.
However, Liu Qingxuan knew the importance of providing timely help.
If you want Wang Yuanhe to be completely devoted to you and go through fire and water for you, then you naturally have to exaggerate the seriousness of the problem.
Only in this way can he control him.
Sure enough, upon hearing that his son was dying and wouldn't live more than three days, Wang Yuanhe trembled instantly, knelt down with a thud, and kowtowed repeatedly:
"Mr. Qingxuan! You are truly a living god! Please save my son! I will give you anything you want! I will go through fire and water for you!"
When he was young, he indulged in too many vices, which damaged his health. He only has this one precious son.
If he loses his lineage, then he will be childless.
"I don't need you to go through fire and water for me."
Liu Qingxuan spoke calmly, asking Wang Yuanhe to fetch a glass of water.
Then he took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve, flicked it with his fingertip, and the talisman spontaneously combusted without fire, turning into ashes that fell into the water.
Liu Qingxuan shook the water glass to dissolve all the ashes, then had Wang Yuanhe give it to his son to drink.
In just a few seconds, the young man who had been groaning in pain suddenly quieted down, the festering stopped, and his cloudy eyes slowly opened a crack.
Wang Yuanhe was both surprised and delighted, and tears instantly streamed down his face as he kowtowed to Liu Qingxuan once more.
"This talisman can only temporarily suppress the evil energy and prevent it from worsening for three months."
Liu Qingxuan turned around, looked at Wang Yuanhe kneeling on the ground, his tone calm, yet carrying an undeniable air of control.
"If you want him to fully recover, do me a favor."
"Go ahead and say it! Just say it! I'll handle ten or a hundred things, let alone one!" Wang Yuanhe replied without hesitation.
"There's a drama called 'Wind Rises in Chang'an' coming soon, which will be sent to you for review."
Liu Qingxuan's voice turned cold.
"I want you to freeze this show indefinitely, not allow it to pass censorship, and not allow it any chance to meet the audience."
"Not only that, from now on, any drama that features an actress named Jiang Xinlan will be blacklisted and prohibited from passing censorship. Can you do that?"
Wang Yuanhe was taken aback, then immediately patted his chest and assured him:
"Yes! Absolutely! Mr. Qingxuan, don't worry, leave this to me! I guarantee this drama will never pass censorship! And that Jiang Xinlan, she'll never make it in the entertainment industry!"