I hurriedly retracted my legs, my mind went blank. I just felt that I had lost my temper this time and lost my mind! It was like I had lost my temper after drinking. I couldn’t remember why I took off my pants...
I raised my head and secretly glanced at Yan Shiting, and found that her expression was also a little flustered...
"Lin...Mr. Lin, it's not like that. After you fainted last night, you bumped into the altar table and spilled the tea. So your pants got wet, so I...I helped you take them off..."
"My pants are wet...you helped me take them off?"
I asked in a mosquito-like voice.
"Well...I...I'll get it for you right now."
Yan Shiting blushed and left the room as if running away.
Looking at this woman who is several years older than me, I suddenly felt a little funny. If nothing happens, she will become the helmsman of the Yan family in a few days. She should look like a strong woman, but
Right now she looks no different from an ordinary little girl...
After a few minutes, Yan Shiting returned the rewashed pants to me. After putting them on, in order to ease the embarrassment, I did not mention the matter again, but urged her to take me to Yan Qishan's cemetery as soon as possible.
Yan Shiting also heard what my master said before, so she didn't dare to delay for even a moment. She didn't even bother to call the driver and drove me straight to Yan Qishan's cemetery.
Forty minutes later, Yan Shiting's Bentley drove into the best open cemetery in Jiangcheng. The so-called open type does not mean that people can enter and visit casually. It means that the entire cemetery follows the natural plan.
That is to say, we do not set a specific location as the burial place, but randomly select a location in the park based on the customer's preferences. Of course, the quality of the location depends on the quality of Feng Shui, and it also depends on how much money you have.
Therefore, if you can choose a piece of land here to bury the deceased, you can't afford it without paying 1.8 million yuan.
After getting off the bus, park staff immediately greeted her and treated Yan Shiting with great respect.
"No need to follow me, I can go by myself."
After saying these words, Yan Shiting led me to the depths of the cemetery. Walking in the park, looking at the surrounding landscape layout, I couldn't help but sigh, the scenery of this cemetery is probably better than that of ordinary high-end residential areas.
It is indeed a place only rich people can come to.
After a while, the two of us arrived at Mr. Yan’s grave. I took a quick look and couldn’t help but say:
"It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, surrounded by woods. The mountains are yang, the water is yin, yin and yang are harmonious, and the trees are shady, which means the vitality is strong. It is indeed an excellent Feng Shui treasure land."
"Is it really only a little more than a week before Mr. Lin becomes a disciple?" Yan Shiting on the side suddenly asked.
"Yes, why did I lie to you?"
"It took more than a week to catch ghosts and see the yin and yang alone. It is really not easy to achieve such a feat. Mr. Lin is much better than many yin and yang teachers I have seen before."
Hearing him praise me so much, I suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"Just some basic knowledge. By the way, don't call me Mr. Lin. It sounds awkward. Just call me Lin Yu, or Xiao Yu. Anyway, you are older than me."
After saying this, Yan Shiting didn't respond for a long time. When I looked back, I found that her expression was a little unnatural. Only then did I realize that what I just said was inappropriate.
I scratched my head and said nothing more...
I walked directly to the grave and started to observe it carefully. After looking for a long time, I didn't find anything wrong with Mr. Yan's grave, which surprised me.
So I broke off a hard branch from a distant tree and inserted it into the soil of the grave. The soil was compact and flat, and the color was sandy yellow, which was normal.
"Strange…"
I muttered.
"Xiao...Xiaoyu, is there anything wrong with my grandfather's grave?" Yan Shiting asked nervously.
"No problem." I replied.
"Then how do you..."
"No problem is the biggest problem. This is illogical. My master came to see me in the first year of Yin Shou. At that time, he found that the grudges had begun to take shape. But now ten years have passed, how can it be possible?
No questions?"
Having said that, I used a branch to pierce the soil of the grave again, this time deeper. After pulling it out, although the color of the soil at the front of the branch was darker, it was within the normal range.
I dipped some mud in front of my nose and smelled it. I calmed down and felt it. There was no trace of corpse air or resentment. This was really normal and a bit scary!
When things got to this point, it seemed that they had reached a deadlock. I frowned and pondered for a moment. Suddenly, my heart tightened, and a bold guess emerged! I stared at the grave and said in a deep voice:
"Tell me Mr. Yan's birthday and horoscope!"
Yan Shiting was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and then told me Mr. Yan’s birth date.
I took out a magic talisman from my backpack and wrote Mr. Yan's birthday and birth date on it. Then I walked to the shade of a tree and drew a circle on the ground with a cinnabar pen, which means a soul-fixing circle.
Then I sat cross-legged on the ground, took a deep breath, held the magic talisman between the index and middle fingers of my right hand, and read loudly:
"The energy of the soul makes my body restless. The ghosts of the Nine Killers know that your turbidity is clear. You must come back urgently. You must not stop for a long time! Yan Qishan comes quickly!"
After reciting the incantation, I threw the talisman into the soul-fixing circle, and with a "pop" sound, the talisman burned.
"Success!"
I was overjoyed and just about to continue the practice, but the magic talisman disappeared again...
I was stunned for a moment, and then sighed softly. With my current magic power, it was still a bit reluctant to use the soul-binding spell...
"No! You have to try again!"
So I took out another magic talisman. This time I cut my fingertips and used blood instead of cinnabar to write Mr. Yan's birth date and prepare to forcibly arrest the soul!
After reciting the soul-binding spell, the talisman in the soul-fixing circle burned again. I hurriedly changed my fingerprints to control the breath in the soul-fixing circle...
At this moment, I suddenly felt a ghost energy rushing into the soul-fixing circle. The momentum was so powerful that it shattered the talisman in an instant, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from my throat!
"Xiaoyu! What's wrong with you?"
Yan Shiting, who had been standing quietly behind me, saw this and hurriedly ran over to help me.
I clutched my chest and gasped, but I was horrified to the extreme! Yan Qishan’s soul is still in the world of the world! How is this possible?
I seemed to realize something, turned around and said to Yan Shiting: