Today, Uncle Jiu specially wore an apricot yellow Taoist robe with a gossip and a mysterious yellow crown on his head. He sat on a soft sedan chair with a full aura and a talented demeanor.

The masters have a sedan chair, but the two juniors Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai do not have this kind of treatment.

Each of them carried a bunch of tools for rituals and followed the sedan chair behind.

However, the two of them were like two pieces of braised candy, sticking behind Ren Tingting's sedan chair with a silly face.

Seeing the performance of the two apprentices, Uncle Jiu didn't say it on the surface, but he was so angry that he felt so angry.

He had made up his mind to get rid of these two bastards when he got home.

It's really embarrassing.

Don’t they know that if the licking dog is not going to die?

In addition to the servants from Ren's mansion, more than 20 people walked up the mountain in a mighty manner.

After walking for more than half an hour, I finally arrived at the top of the peak.

"Uncle Jiu, this is my father's grave."

Pointing at the grave at the top of the mountain, Ren Fa said with a calm face.

"Okay, let's clean it up first. When the auspicious time comes, we will immediately start the ground and open the coffin!"

Uncle Jiu said.

"Do it!"

Ren Fa shouted loudly, and the Ren family members immediately stepped forward and cleaned up the grave.

After a while, Uncle Jiu looked at the sky, sorted out the Taoist robe, walked forward, ordered the two disciples to set up a bill, and after making some gestures, he lit a stick of incense.

After three bows, he said to everyone seriously: "Everyone must worship sincerely when burning incense!"

Ren Fa was the second one to burn incense, Ren Tingting was the third one, and then the servant of the Ren family.

While everyone was burning incense, Uncle Jiu calculated with his fingers, frowned slightly, and secretly raised his vigilance.

After looking around, the mountains and forests were quietly in the sky, the yin energy above the old man Ren’s grave was rich and almost condensed into substance.

At this time, Ren Fa came over and said with a smile: "Uncle Jiu, the Feng Shui master said back then that this is a rare good hole."

Uncle Jiu nodded and replied, "Well, Mr. Ren is right. This is indeed a rare good hole called Dragonfly Stripe**. This hole is three feet long and only four feet long and only three feet wide. Therefore, the coffin cannot be buried flat, only law-based burial."

"Master Ren, I wonder if what I said is right?"

He turned his head and looked at Ren Fa and asked.

"Uncle Jiu, it's amazing, you're right."

After hearing his words, Ren Fa immediately gave a thumbs up.

"Father Burial? Master, what is a Dharma Burial? Is it a French-style funeral?"

Wencai, who was beside him, came over and asked.

The others felt a little funny after hearing Wencai's words.

Uncle Jiu glared at him and scolded, "Shut up, what are you talking nonsense?"

This stupid disciple is really going to be angry with him.

Then, he paused and said, "The so-called Dharma burial is supposed to be a coffin burial standing upright. Master Ren, am I right?"

"Yes, Uncle Jiu is right!"

Ren Fa nodded and replied.

After everyone finished worshiping, Uncle Jiu signaled that everyone was lucky enough to get the ground to open the coffin. A group of servants took the tools and started working.

Seeing that the subordinates were shaking ground, Ren Fa continued, "The Feng Shui master said that the ancestors would be buried upright, and the descendants would be good!"

Uncle Jiu sneered and asked, "Is that effective?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Ren Fa's face, and he said, "I'm sure Uncle Jiu, my Ren family's business has been getting worse and worse over the past twenty years, and I can't even understand!"

Uncle Jiu said with a calm face: "The Feng Shui Master must have a grudge with your Ren family, but it's still a deep grudge in the sea of ​​blood!"

As the coffin emerged, the yin energy was already tens of times stronger, and Uncle Jiu felt like he was about to suffocate.

Ren Fa was stunned and said incredibly: "How is that possible?"

Uncle Jiu pointed to the coffin that had already exposed his head and said, "It was said that it was a dragonfly squid, but the coffin could not touch the water. How is it called a dragonfly squid? This hole was not useful at all. On the contrary, it had changed from a treasure hole to a fierce place!"

With his current cultivation level, he has already seen something is wrong.

Soon, Uncle Jiu had a guess.

He said with a calm face: "The Feng Shui Master asked you to get a coffin twenty years later, but it actually contains bad intentions!"

Seeing his face gloomy, Ren Fa hurriedly asked, "What... Please tell me clearly!"

"Oh, I hope it's still time!"

Uncle Jiu sighed and explained to Ren Fa: "The Feng Shui Master clearly buried Mr. Ren in this treasure cave, but in fact he changed the direction of Feng Shui here, turning the treasure cave into the Nine Yin Jedi that raises corpses. Mr. Ren has been raising it for twenty years and has long become a zombie!"

"That's why I said that Feng Shui Master has a bloody hatred with your Ren family. He wants to kill all the whole family of your Ren family, but it was Mr. Ren who took action. This person is really cruel and cruel!"

With a high level of cultivation, many things that I could not see before, but now, after just taking a look, Uncle Jiu has already understood it.

It is precisely because of this that when he saw the layout of Mr. Ren's grave and waited for the coffin to be unearthed, he had roughly inferred what happened that year.

"Ah? How is that possible? I just snatched his Feng Shui treasure land back then, so there is no need to be so cruel, right?"

When he heard Uncle Jiu's words, Ren Fa felt like he was struck by lightning and muttered to himself.

"Okay, I will deal with Mr. Ren becoming a zombie. You should think about how to find the Feng Shui master. This person will definitely not give up!"

Uncle Jiu was speechless after hearing this. It turned out that this treasure land was stolen from someone else's hands, so it was no wonder.

When everyone present was shocked when they heard the conversation between the two.

"What era is this? There are still zombies. Do you think you can get more money by saying this?"

Here, Ren Tingting, the eldest lady of the Ren family, stood up, put her hands on her waist, shouted loudly at Uncle Jiu, "I tell you, I have seen through your tricks, put away your tricks!"

In her opinion, it is a new era now, and Western culture is the mainstream, and where are the strange things in the world?

He is still a zombie, but he can make it up.

"you..."

When Uncle Jiu heard this, his face turned extremely gloomy.

How did such a stupid person grow up to such a big age?

Is your mind full of water?

"Hmph, Mr. Ren, what do you say?"

Uncle Jiu decided not to argue with the little girl movies, so as not to lose his identity, so he turned to Ren Fa and asked him to make a decision.

"What Uncle Jiu said just now is true?"

Ren Fa's face was heavy, he looked at Uncle Jiu's face, then at the coffin that had already exposed his head, and pondered.

"Dadly..."

Ren Tingting wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Ren Fa: "Tingting, you don't understand some things, don't talk first, daddy will tell you after you go back."

"Is what I said true? You will know if it's opened and checked later!"

After looking at him, Uncle Jiu said lightly.

I, Mr. Lin, are not only good at cheating, but also master Maoshan with real skills.
Chapter completed!