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Chapter 286: Opening the coffin, Dong Xiaoyu's tomb
The eighth day of May is a good day to start construction.

Early in the morning, the charity cemetery started to get busy.

In order to find a new home for his father and to make the Ren family prosperous again, the price offered by Ren Fa really touched Uncle Jiu's heart.

Although Uncle Jiu is not a businessman, he also knows that he has to satisfy the people who pay the money.

Moreover, this trip is indeed a big job, and there are many things that need to be prepared in advance.

Uncle Jiu personally watched Qiu Sheng and Wencai as they were busy packing things into their bags, fearing that they might forget something due to carelessness.

Hong Chen opened the door and yawned.

Ever since he got his master's diary, he has been sleeping later and later.

The master's diary not only includes a large amount of magical experience and other information, but the master also wrote it like a novel with a fascinating plot.

And it’s a cool story that actually happened.

Seeing him appear, Qiu Sheng and Wencai suddenly moved much faster.

After quickly packing up his things, Qiu Sheng rushed into Hong Chen's room.

Wencai was a step slower and stamped his feet in anger.

After a while, Qiu Sheng came out triumphantly, carrying a package on his back and holding the Tianwen Sword.

Uncle Jiu glanced at it and didn't pay much attention.

After washing his face, Hong Chen looked at it and asked helplessly: "Brother, I have always wondered why you all rush to help me hold the sword every time I go out. In the past few years, have you ever seen me draw the sword?"

Qiu Sheng chuckled and said, "Brother, it doesn't matter whether you draw your sword or not. What matters is that when you draw your sword, I hope you draw it from my hand."

"But I was the one who drew the sword. What does it have to do with you, brother?"

Qiu Sheng closed his mouth and smiled without answering.

Hong Chen looked at Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu lowered his head and just drank his tea without saying a word.

Hong Chen felt that something must have happened here that he didn't know about.

After a while, the four of them finished their breakfast and set off together.

After meeting up with Ren's team at the town entrance, they went up the mountain together.

Ren Tingting changed into a light blue outfit and tied her hair into two ponytails, making her look even more innocent.

When she saw Hong Chen, her eyes suddenly lit up, but when she glanced at Qiu Sheng and Wencai behind him, her beautiful eyebrows suddenly frowned again.

However, Qiu Sheng and Wencai are indeed talented people. They don't seem to care about Ren Tingting's expression at all, and they are just immersed in her beauty.

After glaring at them and realizing it was useless, Ren Tingting could only ignore them, walked up to Hong Chen, and took his hand like a sneak attack.

"Little Taoist priest, you are here too?"

This kind of lice on a monk's head - it's so obvious that Hong Chen doesn't understand why she still talks about it.

Is it just to increase the word count?

However, his suspicious look made Ren Tingting burst out laughing.

"Little Taoist priest, shall I take you to ride in a sedan chair?"

"it is good."

Just as Hong Chen agreed, someone suddenly squeezed in beside him.

"Cousin, are you thirsty? I brought you some water, and even added some ice cubes."

Hong Chen looked up and saw that the man was wearing glasses. The forced smile on his face seemed to clearly write two big words: disgusting!
Isn’t this Captain Awei?

He has many famous scenes.

Ren Tingting frowned, took the kettle and handed it to Hong Chen: "Little Taoist Priest, drink some water."

"Oh, thank you." Hong Chen certainly wouldn't be polite.

It seemed as if Awei just saw Hong Chen at this moment. He looked at Ren Tingting and Hong Chen holding hands, his brows suddenly frowned deeply, and then he reached out and slapped Hong Chen's wrist.

Seeing this, Hong Chen frowned and immediately stood up.

A kick to the shin caused Awei to bend over with a scream.

With two sweeps of the knee, Awei lost his balance and fell sideways.

The last kick hit Awei right in the face.

An adult weighing over 100 pounds rolled out.

Ren Tingting, who witnessed the whole process, was stunned.

When the others heard the noise and looked over, they were so shocked that they were speechless for a moment.

Uncle Jiu looked at Awei, who was covering his face and bleeding from his nose, with a dangerous look in his eyes.

Wencai shook his head and sighed.

Qiu Sheng ran to Hong Chen as if he had won the lottery, leaned over and handed Tianwen to him: "Junior brother, do you want to give him a sword?"

Ren Fa frowned, and his impression of his relative Awei became even worse.

Today is his father's big day, but Awei is still trying to make trouble. How could he possibly marry his daughter to such a man?

"Someone come and send him back, let's go!" Ren Fa sent his cousin away with just one sentence.

Ren Fa prepared three sedan chairs, originally for himself, his daughter and his uncle Jiu.

But Uncle Jiu had to observe the terrain while walking. After all, although Mr. Ren had to be dug out today, he couldn't bury him today. Both the time and the place had to be calculated.

Under the envious eyes of Qiu Sheng and Wencai, Hong Chen got into the sedan chair.

Uncle Jiu nodded in approval, and his eyes softened when he looked at Ren Fa, which made Master Ren unexpectedly happy.

In the sedan chair, Hong Chen took out his master's diary and continued reading it.

He had wrapped the cover of the diary with several layers of newspaper, so he was not afraid of Uncle Jiu discovering it.

What was more annoying was that on the way up the mountain, Ren Tingting always talked to him in the sedan chair next to them. Even though Hong Chen always responded perfunctorily, she never got tired of it.

There is no way, adults always tend to ignore children's emotions.

And considering that the Ren family is the financial sponsor, Hong Chen was too lazy to argue with her.

After climbing over mountains and crossing rivers for a long time, the group finally arrived at their destination.

Uncle Jiu walked around the cemetery, examining it constantly and calculating with his hands.

As soon as Hong Chen got off the sedan chair, Ren Tingting took his hand again.

She looked at Uncle Jiu curiously and whispered, "Little Taoist priest, you are Uncle Jiu's apprentice, so can you tell whether this piece of land is good or bad?"

As an "advanced elite" who has studied abroad in the West, Ren Tingting has very limited trust in the theory of Feng Shui. However, she is also quite polite and does not show any disdain at all, nor does she deliberately pull it down to show off.

This also increased Hong Chen's favorability towards her a lot.

Her question also attracted the attention of Ren Fa who was standing nearby.

Although he had heard of Uncle Jiu's name for a long time, as the saying goes, seeing is believing, hearing is not, and his trust in Uncle Jiu may not be as much as he showed.

Perhaps we can get a glimpse of this from Uncle Jiu’s apprentice.

However, before Hong Chen opened his mouth, the two idiots behind him couldn't help but want to show off in front of Ren Tingting.

Qiu Sheng stepped forward with his sword in hand, pretending to be a master: "In my opinion, this place..."

Hong Chen glanced back and Qiu Sheng quickly shut up.

Wencai smiled secretly.

Turning back, Hong Chen said softly: "A dragonfly skimming the water."

Qiu Sheng was stunned, then he breathed a sigh of relief. This was not what he wanted to say just now.

Ren Fa, who had been eavesdropping with his ears perked up, could not help but speak up: "Yes, the young Taoist priest is right. That's what the Feng Shui master said back then. He also said that this piece of land is very difficult to find, and it is a rare good spot within a hundred miles!" He seemed quite proud of himself as he spoke.

Does Hong Chen understand?

In fact, he really only knows a little.

Not billions.

Three years is just a drop in the bucket compared to the Taoist Maoshan Sect's complex system and huge amount of information.

Even if one spends his entire life, no one dares to say that he can learn all the inheritance of Maoshan Sect.

Life is limited, but knowledge is unlimited.

Hong Chen's study, like that of other Taoist disciples, is selective.

What should be abandoned should be abandoned, and what should be taken seriously should be taken seriously.

Feng Shui is indeed a profound subject, but it is of limited use to him. Especially when combined with Thunder Eyes and Qi-gazing, it seems even more useless.

Of course, he didn't need to open his divine eyes to see this piece of land. After all, he had watched this movie many times.

Hong Chen was not at all moved by Ren Fa's pride.

In fact, he has no interest in NPCs that can't even inspire quests.

After a while, Uncle Jiu looked at the terrain and drew a rectangle on the ground with his feet, and instructed the servants of the Ren family to move the long table over.

Soon, the sacrificial process was over.

Perhaps because Hong Chen did not agree with him, Ren Fa was itching to show off to Uncle Jiu again.

Uncle Jiu is a real professional. He described the characteristics of this acupuncture point in just a few words.

Ren Fa was not angry but happy instead.

The more capable Uncle Jiu is, the more at ease he feels.

In addition, because of Hong Chen's existence, Wencai did not make the joke that French burial was a French-style funeral.

But when he thought of this, he became more and more displeased with Wencai.

When Wencai, his senior brother, felt the change in his eyes, he shuddered and buried his head in his chest in grievance.

Hong Chen: Okay, I’m even more angry!

"Yes, that Feng Shui master said: If the ancestors are buried upright, the descendants will surely be great!"

Hearing Ren Fa's words, Hong Chen couldn't help but grin.

Uncle Jiu shook his head: "Does it work?"

Ren Fa suddenly became embarrassed and sighed, "In the past twenty years, the Ren family's business has been getting worse and worse. If it weren't for the considerable capital accumulated in the past, I'm afraid this huge family business would have been gone long ago. I really don't know what happened."

"I think this Feng Shui master has a grudge against your Ren family."

"Have a grudge?"

"Did the old man have any grudge against him when he was alive?"

"Uh... this acupoint originally belonged to that Feng Shui master..."

After some discussion, Uncle Jiu explained the reasons and made a reasonable analysis, and Ren Fa became more respectful.

After a long while, the coffin was lifted out and laid flat.

After the retreat was over, just as the museum was about to open, we suddenly heard the crows cawing all around us.

Anyone looking at this situation would know that there is a problem.

Unfortunately, there are some people who just don't believe it.

The body buried twenty years ago still looks the same as before, without any sign of decay.

Ren Fa actually refused Uncle Jiu's serious proposal for cremation.

The reason was somewhat ridiculous: his father was afraid of fire.

If Ren Weiyong could speak, the first thing he would ask would probably not be about the fire, but why his son had to get him out.

In the final analysis, Ren Fa was still doing it for his own reputation. In this era, cremation is not a good thing. As a businessman, reputation is equal to money. What Ren Fa cares about is money, not his father.

After all, Ren Fa was Ren Weiyong's son, and Uncle Jiu couldn't make the decision for him.

Hong Chen didn't say a word the whole time.

Ever since he learned the art of fortune-telling and observed the fortunes of Uncle Jiu and Qiu Sheng Wencai, Hong Chen has come to understand more and more what a wonderful and wise saying "respect the fate of others" is.

Uncle Jiu led people to transport the coffin back to the charity cemetery. Before leaving, he asked Qiu Sheng and Wencai to burn plum blossoms in the town. At the same time, with such a large number of people moving around, they also had to burn a stick of incense for the guys who were disturbed nearby.

Before leaving, he asked, "Ah Chen, are you going back with me or with them?"

Hong Chen: "I'll wait for the two brothers."

"That's good. I feel more at ease with you here. Keep an eye on them." After saying that, Uncle Jiu raised his head with a serious look in his eyes: "Qiu Sheng, follow your junior brother closely. If anything goes wrong, I'll be the first one to look for you!"

Qiu Sheng straightened his body: "Yes! Master!"

Uncle Jiu looked at Tianwen again, then turned around and followed the team carrying the coffin.

Hong Chen noticed the look from his master and knew that the problem must be with the sword. His thoughts raced and he soon came up with an idea, and he couldn't help but smile.

Master still cares about him very much.

On the side, Ren Tingting seemed reluctant to let go and said, "Little Taoist priest, won't you come back with me?"

"You can call me Lingchen."

"Oh, Lingchen, let's go back together. I'll take you to my house and treat you to delicious food."

"Next time, not today."

Ren Tingting blinked and asked, "What about tomorrow?"

"can."

"It's a deal!" Ren Tingting laughed, "Then I'll leave the sedan chair to you."

"Thank you."

After Ren Tingting left, Hong Chen turned around and saw Qiu Sheng and Wencai looking at him eagerly.

He frowned and said, "Burn incense? Do you want me to do it?"

Qiu Sheng looked at Wen Cai and said, "You want me to burn incense?"

Wencai: "Why do you order me around?"

Qiu Sheng sneered and weighed the sword in his hand.

Wencai was speechless and got busy with his work with wrinkled face.

Soon, Wencai lit a bunch of incense, picked out some and handed the rest to Qiu Sheng: "I need to watch over the plum blossom fragrance array, the rest can only be handed over to you."

Qiu Sheng held the incense and said, "Junior brother, will you come with me?"

Hong Chen nodded.

Along the way, some graves had tombstones, while others were just jars.

Times are like this, and having a jar to live in is much better than having those corpses scattered around.

Each person lit three incense sticks and said a word of apology. Qiu Sheng did it very skillfully.

Hong Chen followed behind him and his eyes soon fell on one of the tombstones.

Judging from the year of birth and death of Dong Xiaoyu in her tomb, she died at the age of 20.

After Qiu Sheng offered incense to the others, he followed Hong Chen's gaze and couldn't help but look in the direction he was looking.

"Oh, it's a shame that she died at the age of twenty and was still so beautiful."

Hong Chen's brows twitched, and his eyes turned to Qiu Sheng.

Qiu Sheng felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, he lowered his head to look at himself, then asked: "Junior brother, is there any problem?"

Hong Chen suddenly smiled.

For some reason, Qiu Sheng felt uneasy.

"Hurry up and burn incense."

"Oh."

Qiu Sheng inserted all the remaining incense sticks in front of the tombstone, turned around and said, "Let's go, Junior Brother."

Hong Chen followed behind him and looked at his face.

As expected, after taking two steps, Qiu Sheng suddenly said inexplicably: "You're welcome."

Hong Chen raised his eyebrows.

Qiu Sheng turned back in surprise, was stunned for a few seconds, and asked: "Junior brother, did you hear any sound?"

Hong Chen smiled and said, "No, are you hallucinating?"

Qiu Sheng frowned and patted his head: "Oh, maybe it's true. I didn't sleep well last night."

He took another step forward and then turned back sharply.

There was no longer shock on his face, but he stared at Dong Xiaoyu's tombstone with extreme horror.

The next second, he suddenly grabbed Hong Chen's hand and was about to run, but he frowned before he took a step. Then he gritted his teeth, hugged Hong Chen in his arms, and started running wildly.

Looking at his frightened expression and constricted pupils, Hong Chen suddenly felt that Qiu Sheng might still be saved.

(End of this chapter)