The more you believe me, the more real it becomes.

Chapter 49 The Han Family Arrives Late

Seeing the distraught young man, Du Yuan didn't say anything more, only shook her head and said:
"Then you can't blame anyone else."

After saying this, Du Yuan smiled and waved to the last few villagers:

"Come on, everyone, let's continue."

After glancing cautiously at the somewhat disheveled young master Han beside them, the villagers continued to look expectantly at the Taoist priest distributing the precious tiles.

Although they were distraught and at a loss, this was such a strange scene.

Naturally, it still attracted the attention of the young master.

He simply couldn't understand why these villagers in the mountains would line up to receive these broken tiles.

Is it some kind of payment method?
Just as he was about to step forward and ask...

Suddenly, he heard a lot of hoofbeats behind him. When he turned around, he saw a cloud of dust rising from the official road above.

Judging from the numbers, there are nearly a hundred people.

This change caused the villagers to stop instinctively and look towards the main road.

They all had a feeling that this group might also be heading this way.

Sure enough, before long, a large group of people carrying the Han family's banner rushed over like lightning.

The young man spotted his grandfather and uncle in the crowd at a glance.

His heart tightened; he hadn't even had time to figure out how to explain it to his grandfather.

But when he caught sight of the clan elder who was leading the clan, his expression suddenly changed drastically, and he hurriedly turned to look at his grandfather.

When the uncle noticed that his grandfather's face was also terribly gloomy,

The expression on his face instantly became complex and indescribable, a look that the young master had never seen before and could not describe.

What was mixed in that expression? Was it belated regret—regret for being too cautious? Or a hint of relief—relief that no one in the Han family had gotten there first? Or perhaps a surge of shock and anger—shock and anger that the Han family had become so disloyal?

The young man felt that his eyesight was still shallow, like looking at flowers through fog, and he couldn't discern the true meaning at all.

Only one thought remained exceptionally clear in his mind: today would likely become an unforgettable moment for the Han family.

Before his chaotic thoughts could settle, he saw his clan elder leading several key members of the Han clan, walking forward with heavy steps.

Upon approaching, his clan elder bowed deeply to Du Yuan, his voice carrying a strained composure:

"Reverend Daoist, I, Han Cheng, Prefect of Qingzhou, along with the entire Han clan, have come to pay our respects!"

Du Yuan looked at them and smiled:

"finally come?"

Han Cheng smiled wryly:
"Master, we've been waiting for you!"

Just as the second wife asserted, he also believed.

After all, she was his own daughter; how could he not believe her?

He felt the matter was of utmost importance and that every detail had to be clarified. Otherwise, he feared that a single misstep could lead to utter ruin.

At the same time, in order to prevent other branches from getting ahead, he specially transferred his trusted confidants to seal off the city in advance.

The purpose was to bring everything into the open. In this way, he feigned protecting the Han family's foundation. In reality, it still maintained the lion's share of the profits for his main branch.

This shouldn't be wrong; this should have been the perfect solution.

However, like everyone else, they used the best methods for themselves, but in the end, they only got the bitter result of failing to succeed and missing out on opportunities.

After glancing at his uncle, whose face was equally grim, Han Cheng looked at the villagers who had rushed ahead with an incredibly complicated expression.

It should have been expected long ago; how could such an opportunity have been left unfulfilled for the Han family?
He was arrogant and overconfident, thinking he had everything under control. It wasn't until after a night of interrogation that he finally felt there was no mistake. When he went to the ancestral hall to find his daughter and saw the shattered ancestral tablet, he felt a sense of dread.

Thinking of this, his back, which had been unexpectedly struck by a stick last night, began to ache faintly.

The ancestors reminded me, my daughter reminded me, how, how
Suppressing the bitter pill in his heart, Han Cheng took a deep breath and bowed deeply to Du Yuan:

"We beg the Daoist Master to grant us a way to remedy this situation. Our entire Han family will forever remember your kindness today!"

"No rush, no rush. Come on, this is yours!"

Han Cheng subconsciously thought that the Taoist priest was going to give him something, and looked up in surprise, only to see the Taoist priest handing a broken tile, which was only half left, to a man.

This is? !
Just as the same doubts as the young master arose, Han Cheng saw the man joyfully hug the roof tile and bow deeply to the Taoist priest.

He then hurriedly knelt down in front of the temple and kowtowed three times to the statue of the mountain god.

The next moment, a scene that shocked all the members of the Han clan present appeared—the broken tile, which was clearly only half left, miraculously healed itself and returned to its original state!

Furthermore, since many of them were successful in their official careers and possessed a refined literary talent, they could even clearly glimpse a layer of warm, golden radiance surrounding the restored roof tiles!

Although it was only a fleeting glimpse before disappearing, that was enough.

it is true!
That's truly divine skill!

Just as someone in the crowd was rubbing their eyes in disbelief, another villager happily accepted the tile.

This time, the tiles were intact and looked perfectly complete.

Therefore, the amazing scene of "restoring to its original state" did not reappear, but the warm and gentle yellow energy contained within it was not diminished at all.

Even Han Yi, a renowned scholar in Qingzhou and the current head of the second branch of the Han family, exclaimed in shock:
"This, this, this!"

Han Cheng hurriedly pulled over an elderly man who appeared to be the leader of the villagers and asked:
"Old man, I am Han Cheng, Prefect of Qingzhou. May I ask what kind of treasure this is?"

Just as Han Cheng dared not question the Taoist priest who had slain the demon from afar, the old village chief dared not be negligent in the face of such a distinguished person.

“Oh, Your Excellency! This is because the Taoist priest pleaded with the Mountain God on our behalf, and the Mountain God graciously allowed us to receive these old temple tiles! It's in gratitude that we tore down our own roof tiles to help with the temple's renovation.”

The old village chief's explanation was not very detailed, but how could a scion of a prominent family be dull-witted?

Han Cheng instantly understood and blurted out:

"Could this be a roof tile from a temple?!"

“Yes, yes, yes,” the old village chief nodded repeatedly, “They are the old roof tiles that we replaced when we renovated the temple.”

Upon hearing this, everyone in the Han family gasped in shock.

He then looked with immense envy at the tiles in the hands of the villagers.

The old tiles of the temple, not only are they inherently magical, but they also represent the blessings of the mountain god.

If only I could get one to put on my own roof.
Even as a nobleman of the Han family and the Prefect of Qingzhou, Han Cheng still couldn't take his eyes off this precious roof tile.

This was the first time in his life that he had ever seen a truly divine object!

After a difficult swallow, he asked:

"Has anyone described what kind of miraculous powers this treasure possesses?"

"Well, the Taoist priest said that this treasure can be placed above the house to ward off evil spirits, avert disasters, and accumulate good fortune!"

Upon hearing this, Han Cheng felt his heart leap.

He had heard and seen countless stories and treasures about warding off evil, avoiding disasters, and accumulating blessings and virtues, but he used to take them for granted because everyone knows that you can just listen to them and not take them seriously.

Even things that are known to be taken lightly are treated seriously and carefully guarded.

But this one is real!
(End of this chapter)