After sending Master Ren and others away, there were only four people left on the mountain to help carry the coffin, Qingzhuang, Jiu Shu and his apprentice.

"The three of you put incense on all the nearby tombs, don't miss any."

Uncle Jiu glanced at the tomb in the distance and ordered.

Yang An and the other three nodded in agreement.

"First, light three fortune-telling incense sticks in front of Mr. Ren's tomb."

Uncle Jiu thought for a while and said specifically.

Hearing this, Yang An nodded.

He knew that Uncle Jiu felt a little uneasy when he saw the fat old Mrs. Ren, and wanted to light incense to confirm.

The three brothers took the burning incense and walked towards the nearby tomb.

When offering incense, he checked the tombstones specifically, but did not find Dong Xiaoyu's tomb.

After going up the mountain, he searched for it for a while, but couldn't find it. When offering incense, he even changed directions with Qiu Sheng, but still couldn't find Dong Xiaoyu's grave.

In Yang An's eyes, Dong Xiaoyu is a moving target and he doesn't want to let it go.

"ah!"

Suddenly, Qiu Sheng exclaimed.

"What are you doing! Scared me."

Wen Cai complained.

Wencai wanted to ask Qiu Sheng what was going on, but was frightened when Qiu Sheng suddenly jumped up.

"Did you hear a woman's voice?"

Qiu Sheng was in shock and stared at the surroundings with a vigilant expression.

"Where did this woman from the barren mountains come from? You want to scare me again. I won't let you do this."

After Wencai was frightened, he looked around. After he calmed down, he looked at Qiu Sheng's appearance and thought he was scaring him again, so he ignored him.

After Wen Cai left, Qiu Sheng looked around again, shook his head, and followed.

Yang An walked over and found that it was Dong Xiaoyu's tomb.

He checked it carefully and found nothing strange.

"Is it because you are not cultivated enough, or are you obsessed with things?"

Looking at Qiusheng and Wencai walking away, he followed them. He was alone and was no match for Dong Xiaoyu.

"Master, the nearby tombs are all lit with incense, shall we go back too?"

Wencai walked over to Uncle Jiu, who was still observing Feng Shui and frowning.

The forest on the mountain was dense and the terrain was rugged. Uncle Jiu observed it for a while, but still couldn't find the Feng Shui treasure he wanted.

Uncle Jiu looked away and nodded.

"Let's go and see how the incense burning in front of Mr. Ren's tomb looks like, and then we'll go back."

When we walked to Mrs. Ren's tomb, several young men had already placed the coffin and were ready to get up and go down the mountain at any time.

"Master, the incense in front of the tomb is a bit strange. Two are long and one is short. Does this have any meaning?"

Qiu Sheng pointed at the incense and asked doubtfully.

Uncle Jiu nodded, walked forward, and then began to explain.

"People are most afraid of three long and two short, and the most unfavorable thing about incense is two long and one short. If the incense is burned like this, if this incense is found in the house, someone must be mourned."

Wen Cai heard this and said:

"Is it Mr. Ren's house?"

"Could it be that it's still Yizhuang?"

Uncle Jiu said angrily.

"Master, it's getting late, let's go down the mountain!"

Yang An looked at the sun that was gradually setting in the west and said.

Uncle Jiu nodded after hearing this.

...I am the dividing line on the way...

"Finally I'm home, I'm exhausted."

Back in Yizhuang, Wencai found a chair and leaned directly on it.

Qiu Sheng walked to the table and took a sip of water.

Yang An and Uncle Jiu took several young men to arrange the coffin of Mr. Ren.

"Wencai, come over and light some incense again."

Before Wencai could sit comfortably, Uncle Jiu's voice sounded again.

Reluctantly, I got up and walked away from my beloved chair step by step.

Qiu Sheng, who was sitting aside watching the show, couldn't help laughing when he saw this.

"Qiu Sheng, catch a rooster."

When Qiu Sheng heard this, the smile on his face froze and he stood up with a grimace.

"Yang An, prepare paper, pen, ink, knife and sword?"

Uncle Jiu glanced at Yang An, who was still packing the coffin, and said.

At this moment, Wencai walked in with a lit incense.

"Master, why do you need to prepare paper, pen, ink, and sword so late at night? Are you going to write for Mr. Ren?"

Wen Cai asked doubtfully after placing incense in front of Mrs. Ren's coffin.

"The master is talking about yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, wooden sword, plus live chicken blood, mixed with anti-evil liquid."

Yang An thought for a while and explained.

"That's right."

Uncle Jiu nodded after hearing this.

"Junior brother, you really know a lot, and it's recorded in the book."

Qiu Sheng held up the big rooster and praised it.

Qiu Sheng has been practicing for many years, but when he heard about paper, pen, ink and sword, he really didn't know what it was. But Yang An's performance surprised him.

"It was recorded in a travel journal, so I have an impression of it, but I don't know how to actually make the anti-evil liquid. Judging from the master's appearance, we can learn new methods of anti-evil."

Yang An nodded and said the reason, and at the same time he was looking forward to Uncle Jiu taking action.

He has developed magical power and can also learn some methods to exorcise evil spirits.

When Uncle Jiu heard this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Yang An quickly prepared what Uncle Jiu wanted. Qiu Sheng and Wencai stood aside, staring at Uncle Jiu's movements.

"Look carefully, the bucket of rice ignites the candlelight, invigorates the blood to drive away demons and ghosts, the ink suppresses evil spirits, the eight trigrams refine the true juice, and the ink bucket collects and suppresses patterns."

Uncle Jiu said, using his magic power, he took a bucket of rice with one hand and operated it smoothly. Before long, the evil-suppressing ink was ready.

"What is this?"

After Wencai finished reading, he asked in a low voice.

"It's Mo Dou."

Qiu Sheng replied, but his eyes did not leave the anti-evil liquid in Uncle Jiu's hand.

"Master, where is the bomb?"

Qiu Sheng asked after seeing Uncle Jiu pouring the anti-evil liquid.

He had done it before, but he had never seen the process of configuring the evil-suppressing ink.

Uncle Jiu handed over the ink fountain and said:

"Shoot it on the coffin."

"Oh well."

Qiu Sheng took the ink fountain and walked towards Mrs. Ren's coffin.

Wen Cai followed over, took over the ink brush line, and played with Qiu Sheng.

Uncle Jiu looked at the two of them and reminded him uneasily:

"The whole coffin is going to be on the line!"

"good."
To be continued...