The night passed quickly.
In order to avoid any accidents, Ning Yi found Zhe Gushao, the old foreigner, and Hua Ling to help.
Although the three of them weren't good at moving burial, they were good at lifting coffins.
Everyone set off for the mountains early in the morning.
..
before Ren Weiyong's grave.
Ninth Uncle had set up the altar. Sandalwood, candles, fruits, copper bells, and peach wood swords were placed on the table.
The mountain of Ren Weiyong's mausoleum had always been shrouded in a black aura.
It was like a haze that did not dissipate for a long time.
"Ning Yi, prepare to open the altar!"
Taking advantage of this grave relocation, Ninth Uncle specially asked Ning Yi to come along and give him a chance to perform.
Who knew that just as he finished speaking, he saw Ning Yi suddenly rub his hands together to produce lightning.
The authentic thunder technique of Mao Mountain appeared in Ning Yi's hands without any sense of discord.
He spread the lightning in all directions.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The lightning continued to bombard the surroundings, boosting everyone's confidence.
"Good! Good!"
The surrounding onlookers all looked at Ning Yi in surprise.
"What spell is Eldest Senior Brother using? It's actually so powerful?”
This was the first time Qiu Sheng saw Ning Yi use the Lightning Rushing Thunder Fist.
He had never seen such a powerful spell before.
Wen Cai, who was standing beside him, applauded and cheered loudly.
"Tingting, look at this Taoist priest. He's young and promising. What's your impression of him?”
"I have a good impression!" Ren Tingting answered subconsciously. At this moment, she covered her mouth with her hand. She had long been shocked by the surrounding scene.
He said helplessly,"Ning Yi, Martial Uncle asked you to open the altar, not to tear it down!"”
As his martial nephew, he had already shown his skills. Everyone was waiting for Ninth Uncle's performance.
Seeing this, Ninth Uncle picked up the peach wood sword and suddenly shouted. A huge Tai Chi pattern danced out of thin air.
Only then did they manage to salvage the situation.
When the ceremony was over, Ninth Uncle placed the peach wood sword back on the table.
He lit three incense sticks and bowed in the direction of the tomb.
"Everyone, bow sincerely and respectfully."
Ren Fa and his nephew, Ah Wei, each lit three incense sticks.
"Ninth Uncle, the Feng Shui expert said that this graveyard is very difficult to find.”
"It's a good acupoint."
Ren Fa looked at the cemetery proudly.
"Not bad." Ninth Uncle nodded and walked a few steps in front of the grave with his hands behind his back.
"This acupoint is called the dragonfly skimming the water acupoint."
"The cave is only four feet long and three feet wide.”
"That's why coffins can't be buried flat.”
Ninth Uncle stopped and turned around." You must have a proper burial."”
"Impressive, Ninth Uncle."
Ninth Uncle was right about all the key points.
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai also walked behind Ninth Uncle.
He stood beside Ning Yi.
Francolin Whistle, the old foreigner, and the team responsible for digging the tomb went to the surroundings to pay their respects.
"Ning Yi, what did Ninth Uncle mean by a funeral?”The flower spirit asked in a low voice.
Ning Yi gestured for her to stop asking.
As long as he waited for a while, Ninth Uncle would naturally tell him the answer.
"Burial? Master, what's called burial?"
Wen Cai, who had never heard of a "funeral", could not help but ask.
"Is it a French funeral?"
Hearing Wen Cai's incongruous words, Ninth Uncle glared at him.""Don't talk too much."
Qiu Sheng couldn't help but shake his head.
He didn't understand either, but it wasn't a good time to talk nonsense.
Francolin Whistle led his troops to Ninth Uncle.
"Ninth Uncle, we've already paid our respects.”
"That's enough," Ninth Uncle nodded.
The two of them stepped forward and kicked open Ren Weiyong's tombstone.
He directly dug up the tomb.
Francolin Whistle and the old foreigner were much more skilled than these people.
When Ah Wei saw Ren Tingting coming over, he immediately squeezed over and pushed Ning Yi away, squeezing to Ren Tingting's side.
Seeing that Ninth Uncle was free, Qiu Sheng ran over and asked,""Master, what exactly is this burial?”
"The so-called ritual burial is a vertical burial.”
Ninth Uncle said as he walked towards Ren Fa.
He pushed Ah Wei to the back row.
Then, he looked at Ren Fa and asked with a smile,""Am I right?"
Ren Fa nodded seriously."Yes, that Feng Shui expert said that if the ancestors are buried vertically, the descendants will definitely be great."”
However, when he said this, his face was filled with bitterness.
"Will it work?" Ninth Uncle asked meaningfully.
"Uhh." Ren Fa shook his head and looked in the direction of the tomb with a bitter face.
"In the past twenty years, our Ren family's business has been getting worse and worse.”
"I think that Feng Shui master has a grudge against your Ren family.”
"Do you have a grudge?" It was only then that Ren Fa began to sense that something was wrong.
"Ninth Uncle, your Martial Nephew said the same thing last time.”
Ninth Uncle and Ren Fa ran together.
"Did Old Master Ren have any grudges with him when he was alive?”
Ren Fa said awkwardly,"This piece of land originally belonged to a Feng Shui master. My late father knew that it was a good acupoint, so he bought it with money."”
"Just lure? Did you threaten him?"
Ninth Uncle had already seen through everything.
Hearing his question, Ren Fa could only smile awkwardly.
"I think he must have threatened you. Otherwise, he would never have harmed you.”
"And I told you to cover the entire dragonfly's skin with cement.”
Ninth Uncle walked to the grave and saw the coffin that had been dug out.
The entire underground coffin had been dug out.
He couldn't help but admire Francolin Whistle's efficiency.
"So fast?" Ninth Uncle's eyes widened.
Then, he regained his composure.
"Ninth Uncle, what should we do?"
"It should be covered with snow!" Ninth Uncle looked at the soil in front of him helplessly.
"A dragonfly skimming the surface of the water. The coffin can't even touch the water. How can it be considered a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water?”
"This Feng Shui master has a conscience. He taught you to move your coffin twenty years later.
I'll harm you for half of your life, not for a lifetime. I'll harm your first generation, not your eighteenth generation.”
The entire wooden coffin had been laid flat on the ground.
Suddenly, the frantic cries of countless crows could be heard from the forest in the distance.
All the bird beasts seemed to have encountered something terrifying and scattered in all directions.
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