After Uncle Jiu finished offering incense, he looked around Master Ren’s graveyard and soon couldn’t help but frown slightly.

"Uncle Jiu, how are you? What do you think of this piece of land? The Feng Shui practitioner said that this piece of land is hard to find and is a good acupuncture point." After finishing the incense, Mr. Ren came to Uncle Jiu and said with a smile.

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"Not bad."

Uncle Jiu put his hands on his back and walked forward: "This hole is called the Dragonfly Pointing Water Point. It is three feet long and only four feet can be used. It is one foot three wide and only three feet can be used. Therefore, the coffin cannot be laid flat. It must be

I want a legal burial."

Master Ren's eyes lit up when he heard this, he raised his thumb and said, "It's amazing, Uncle Nine."

"Master, what is a funeral? Is it a French funeral?" Wencai asked with his head tilted, as if he wanted to show off in front of Ren Tingting, but he didn't know it and made a big mistake.

"Stop talking."

After Uncle Jiu glared at Wen Cai angrily, he was simply ignorant and incompetent, and he was embarrassed in front of outsiders.

He shook his head secretly and turned to look at Master Ren: "The so-called legal burial means vertical burial. Master Ren, I don't know if what I said is right?"

"Yes, that Feng Shui master said, 'If the ancestors are buried vertically, the descendants will definitely be great.'"

Mr. Ren nodded repeatedly at first, then frowned slightly.

Uncle Jiu asked again: "What about whether it works or not?"

"Um..."

Mr. Ren's tone was stagnant, and his brows couldn't help but frown even more.

He shook his head, with a wry smile on his face, and said with a sigh: "In the past twenty years, our Ren family's business has not only not improved, but has become worse and worse. I don't know why?"

"I think that Feng Shui master has a grudge against your Ren family!"

Uncle Jiu also followed Mr. Ren forward and said thoughtfully: "Did the old man have any trouble with him before he was alive?"

"This..."

Master Ren thought for a while and seemed a little reluctant to speak, but finally said: "This land originally belonged to a Feng Shui master. My father later found out that it was a good hole, so he bought it with money."

Uncle Jiu looked at Mr. Ren and said seriously: "It's just inducement, is there any coercion?"

After hearing this, Mr. Ren just smiled slightly and did not answer.

Among the truly wealthy families, which one is really pure and innocent? The primitive accumulation of capital is full of blood, let alone a family like the Ren family.

When Uncle Jiu saw this, he sneered and said in a bad tone: "I think it must be coercion."

As he spoke, the two of them walked to the top of the tomb, pointed at the tomb and said, "Otherwise, he wouldn't have harmed you, and he would have asked you to cover the entire Dragonfly Point Water Cave with cement."

"What's the point of doing this? How should it be done?" Mr. Ren's expression changed and he asked quickly.

Uncle Jiu said solemnly: "It should be covered with snowflakes, which is called a dragonfly touching the water! If the coffin is covered with cement, the head of the coffin cannot touch the water, how can it be called a dragonfly touching the water?"

Master Ren's expression changed. If Uncle Jiu hadn't solved the problem, he wouldn't have known the situation at all. In his heart, he still believed that the Feng Shui master was very reliable, otherwise he wouldn't have insisted on moving the grave.
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Thinking of this, Master Ren's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"...Fortunately, he still has a conscience. If he asks you to raise the coffin and bury it again in twenty years, it will harm you for half your life, but not for the rest of your life. It will harm you for one generation, but not for eighteen generations!" Uncle Jiu continued.<

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"The coffin was dug..."

At this time, there was also a sound from below the grave pit, and the entire coffin in the grave was dug out. Immediately afterwards, a group of people used a sling to pull the coffin up, lay it flat on the ground, and then stepped aside.

Uncle Jiu walked to the coffin, then glanced at the crowd and said, "Everyone, today is the day when Lord Ren will see the light of day again. Anyone who is twenty-two, thirty-five, or thirty-six years old and born in the Year of the Rooster or Ox must turn around and avoid it."

Immediately, many people present turned around and turned their backs to the coffin. No one said a word, and no one made any trouble.

"Evasion completed, start nailing!"

After a few seconds, Uncle Jiu said again, and several men immediately stepped forward to the coffin.

"哐!哐!哐!...."

There was a clanging sound of nails being pulled out, and soon all the nails on the coffin lid were taken out. The two men immediately walked to the head of the coffin and started pushing the coffin lid.

"Quack...quack...quack..."

Just at this moment, several shrill crows suddenly came from the distance. The birds in the forest seemed to be frightened by something, so they flew up one after another and began to scream in the forest. The sound was extremely shrill.

Uncle Jiu's expression changed and he hurried forward.

At this time, the coffin had been pushed away. A strong corpse aura spread out from the coffin. When the corpse aura dissipated, the body in the coffin was revealed. There was no trace of decay. An old man wearing a shroud was standing there.

Lying in it.

Compared with before death, there are almost no changes on the body.

"Uncle Jiu, can this tomb still be used?" Master Ren came over and asked.

Uncle Jiu kept his eyes on the coffin, with a serious look on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Dragonfly touches the water, one point at a time, and it will definitely not be at the same position. This point can no longer be used."

"What should we do?"

Master Ren was in a state of confusion, his eyes staring closely at Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu said seriously: "I propose to be cremated on the spot."

"Cremation? No!"

Mr. Ren immediately raised objections and said: "My father was most afraid of fire when he was alive. I can't do this."

The most important thing is that Mr. Ren also wants Mr. Ren’s body to use its residual heat to continue to protect the Ren family. If the body is cremated, it will not only have a bad reputation, but also be unable to protect the Ren family again.

Mr. Ren will never agree to cremate Mr. Ren’s body unless it is absolutely necessary.

"Mr. Ren, judging from the situation, I'm afraid there will be trouble if we don't cremate it." Uncle Jiu said pointedly.

"No! Anything will work, but it can't be cremated. Uncle Jiu, you should think of other ways." Mr. Ren also said very insistently.

"Okay! Let's leave it to our Yizhuang for the time being tonight, and we will find another cemetery for the old man tomorrow so that he can rest early." Uncle Jiu sighed, hesitated, and could only make other plans for the time being.

Hearing this, Mr. Ren's expression softened a lot: "Okay, then I'll trouble Uncle Jiu. I'll thank you very much afterwards."

Under the order of Mr. Ren, the long-term workers transported the coffin to Yizhuang.

As Mr. Ren, Ren Tingting, Lu Changsheng and others left, other people also left one after another.

In the end, only Jiu Shu and Qiu Sheng were left, and Wen Cai and his disciples were picking up the pieces.

When everyone was almost gone, Uncle Jiu frowned and called Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai over, and ordered: "You two will light a plum blossom incense array in the tomb, burn it and tell me how it will be. Remember, every grave will be remembered."

Want some incense!"

"Yes, Master."

"Okay, Master."
Chapter completed!