Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Leng Yanran shook her head helplessly: "Boss, you know my leg before. No matter where I went for treatment, it was useless and I almost had it amputated. I didn't think there was anything wrong with it. I just thought it was my physical condition."

"If it weren't for Master Su, my legs would have been broken, and I wouldn't be who I am today."

Sheng Bo was surprised and said, "He is the master who saved you before. Oh my God, you can't judge a person by his appearance. I thought that all capable masters were old Taoist priests in purple robes."

Su Chen smiled and said casually: "I have a purple robe too, but it's cumbersome to wear. Casual clothes are most comfortable when I go out."

"I see. Master, I'll take you there if it's convenient for you."

"But let me tell the tribe first, digging up the ancestral grave is a big deal. If I come here without permission, the elders will not let me go."

Sheng Bo took out his phone and chattered in dialect.

He became increasingly agitated: "Uncle San, what do you mean? I just want to dig up the ancestral grave and take a look. I'll spend money to repair it later. I don't want to move the grave. You misunderstood."

The phone hung up, and Sheng Bo called the clan leader again, explaining the whole story in detail. His voice was filled with tears: "Clan leader, help me! What will happen to my family if this bad luck continues?"

[…Okay, you're already an adult, and you're still crying. Come back and dig it up, but make sure you restore it properly after you're done. Don't tell anyone else that you're digging a grave; just say it was your ancestors who sent you in a dream to repair it.]

Sheng Bo's eyes lit up and he said excitedly.

Thank you, clan leader. This year I will donate another one million to repair the clan's ancestral hall. Consider it my contribution to the clan.

[Well, that's thoughtful. I'll come back sometime to dig it up. Oh no, I'll come back to repair the ancestral grave.]

[I'll go back today and take a few people with me.]

Sheng Bo breathed a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone. Just as he was about to walk over and say something, the phone rang.

After answering the phone, her face turned pale and her hands were shaking: [What? Why is my son in a coma? Okay, I'll go to the hospital right away.]

After hanging up the phone, he looked anxious: "Sorry, I may have to go to the hospital. My son fell down the stairs and is unconscious..."

Leng Yanran frowned slightly when she heard this: "President, let's go to the hospital together. We'll still have time to visit the ancestral graves after we're done. What do you think, Master Su?"

"can."

The three of them hurriedly drove to the hospital. Sheng Bo rushed into the ward and looked at his son who was sleeping unconscious with gauze wrapped on his head. His eyes suddenly became red.

The couple was a little emotionally broken, and the woman's sobbing voice could be heard: "Lao Sheng, what's going on recently? Is our family arguing with the hospital?"

"I was just discharged from the hospital a few days ago, and my son is already in the hospital again. The doctor said he hit his head, and there's no telling when he'll wake up. Wow, how am I going to get through this?"

Su Chen walked over and stood at the head of the bed, looking at the black mist on the child's forehead. He raised his hand and waved it, and a faint golden light dotted on the forehead.

"It's okay, he'll wake up soon."

The couple turned their heads when they heard the voice, their eyes a little confused, and then they heard a faint voice: "Mom and Dad, where am I?"

Sheng Bo stared at him with wide eyes, then at his son. He was completely convinced and became even more respectful. "Master, what did you just do? You just tapped my son's forehead and he woke up."

Su Chen hummed, "Your son is like this because he is affected by the formation. I can make him wake up, but it doesn't mean that the crisis is gone. I won't find out where the problem lies."

"There will be more and more such incidents in the future. President, you should deal with them as soon as possible. As for your family, I have some amulets for them to wear to prevent them from such bad luck."

He reached out and took a few amulets, quickly placed one on his son's heart, took one for himself, and gave the rest to his wife.

Sheng Bo said gratefully, "Thank you, Master Su. We should go to the ancestral tomb as soon as possible without delay."

Su Chen hummed.

A haggard woman standing nearby looked at the two of them and asked in confusion, "Old Sheng, you mean this young man is the master you invited?"

"No, Master Su was invited by Yanran. As you know, her leg was about to be amputated, but it was Master Su who saved her. Now she looks alive and kicking."

Du Hongjuan's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she said excitedly, "Okay, Lao Sheng, take the master to see it quickly. I'm here with my son. Don't waste any more time."

"Ok, I know."

After Sheng Bo gave a few instructions, he called a few more people to go to the outskirts of the city. They arrived in the village two hours later. After visiting the ancestral hall, they went to the ancestral grave with the clan leader.

It is called the ancestral tomb, but in fact it is a large piece of vacant land, built like a cemetery, and the largest one is the ancestral tomb.

After burning incense and offering sacrifices, Sheng Bo had people break up the cement and dig.

While they were busy, a loud roar came: "Stop, all of you stop right here, Sheng Bo, you are really too rebellious, don't think that you can stop now..."

The white-haired old man raised his head and saw a familiar figure. The curse on his lips stopped and immediately subsided a lot.

"Chief, why are you here too?"

The old patriarch looked at the hunched man and straightened his back a little: "Okay, second brother, what are you doing? The ancestor's dream to Xiao Bo was a sign. Let him see what's wrong."

"Anyway, he'll be responsible for repairing it after it's dug up. Xiaobo, don't you think that's a problem?"

Sheng Bo nodded repeatedly: "Clan leader, Second Uncle, don't worry. I will definitely take responsibility for this matter to the end. I will also donate one million to build the ancestral hall, and the rest will be distributed to each household."

When the onlookers heard this, their faces instantly showed some joy. Although their family was large with dozens of households, how much could be spent on building the ancestral hall? There would be a lot of leftovers to share among the households.

Who doesn't want to make money for free?