Two Shorts and One Long

　　"Have a grudge?"

　　Ren Fa frowned, deliberately pretending to be stunned.

　　"Did Mr. Ren have any feud with him before he was alive?" Uncle Jiu asked.

　　"To tell you the truth, Uncle Jiu, this land originally belonged to Mr. Feng Shui. My late father knew it was a good acupoint, so he bought it with money."

　　"It's just a lure, so there's no coercion?"

　　Uncle Jiu squinted and immediately saw the clue.

　　Ren Fa just smiled sarcastically, which was self-evident.

　　Uncle Jiu glared at Ren Fa, and said angrily, "I think he must be threatening, otherwise he would never harm you."

　　"Uncle Nine is right."

　　Hearing this, Lin Yu agreed because of his small success in Taoism.

　　It's not because he doesn't respect Uncle Jiu, but a manifestation of instinct.

　　"What's Mr. Lin's opinion?" Uncle Jiu looked at Lin Yu, expecting his answer.

　　For Lin Yu, Uncle Jiu is more of a more curious attitude.

　　"This hole should be covered with snowflakes, so it can be called a dragonfly's water."

　　Seeing Uncle Jiu's attitude, Lin Yu explained to everyone: "How can it be called a dragonfly's water because the cement covers the entire dragonfly point water hole and the head of the coffin cannot touch the water?"

　　"Mr. Lin's analysis is good."

　　Hearing Lin Yu's answer, Uncle Jiu nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Ren Fa, and said solemnly: "Mr. Feng Shui still has a conscience. He told you to relocate and bury you in twenty years. It will hurt you for half your life, not harm you." For the rest of your life, you will harm one generation, not eighteen generations."

　　Speaking of this, Lin Yu and Uncle Jiu felt contempt for Ren Fa for a while.

　　This Renfa is also acceptable, asking the enemy to help you look at Feng Shui, isn't this a dead end?

　　Ren Fa was shocked by Uncle Jiu's words, with cold sweat dripping from his face, thinking in his heart that he was lucky to meet such an expert as Uncle Jiu.

　　"Saw!"

　　At this moment, the workers who broke ground to extract the coffin had already dug up the cement, exposing the head of the coffin. Immediately afterward, they set up the pulleys, tied the ropes to the head of the coffin, and began to pull the coffin.

　　Soon, Old Master Ren's coffin was placed on the ground smoothly.

　　"Loosen the rope and remove the nails!"

　　Uncle Jiu gave instructions to the workers, turned his back and looked at the Ren family servant who was coming forward and said seriously: "Everyone, today is the reappearance of Mr. Ren's might and courage. Anyone aged thirty-six, twenty-two, thirty-five, There are also forty-eight, those who belong to the rooster and the ox, all turn around and avoid."

　　After the words fell, the offenders turned around consciously.

　　"After evading, everyone tidies up your clothes and open the coffin!" Uncle Jiu gave an order.

　　The workers were about to open the coffin, but unexpectedly a group of crows flew over the branch, the surrounding temperature seemed to suddenly turn cold, and the atmosphere was very strange.

　　Crows are ominous things.

　　Lin Yu made seals with both hands, wiped lightly on his eyes, showing a clear look, and said softly, "So that's how it is."

　　The old man Ren's dead body was too heavy, which disturbed the crows on the branches.

　　At this time, the workers who opened the coffin had already opened Ren Gong's coffin.

　　Inside the coffin, the black corpse's aura dissipated towards the surroundings in a way invisible to the naked eye. As for Old Master Ren, he was lying in it intact, his body not decomposed at all.

　　"father!"

　　"grandfather!"

　　When Ren Fa and Ren Tingting saw Mr. Ren, they immediately knelt on the ground.

　　While kneeling, Ren Fa wept in mourning and said, "It's your child's disrespect that alarms you, old man!"

　　After crying, Ren Fa stood up, looked at Uncle Jiu, and asked, "Uncle Jiu, is this tomb still usable?"

　　"Look at the water with a dragonfly, tap it again and again, it will definitely not hit the same position. This point is useless and useless." Nine Uncle looked at Old Master Ren, shook his head, and said.

　　"Then what should we do?" Ren Fa hurriedly said.

　　"I suggest creating it on the spot!" Uncle Jiu said with a firm expression, and he had a break in his heart.

　　"I agree with Uncle Jiu."

　　Lin Yu on the side also agrees at this time.

　　"Cremation?" Ren Fa shook his head at the two and vetoed, "What my father feared most was fire, I can't do that."

　　"Master Ren, if you don't cremate, there will be trouble." Uncle Jiu persuaded.

　　"Anything is fine, but it cannot be cremated!"

　　Ren Fa vetoed Uncle Jiu's opinion, and begged, "Uncle Jiu, think of other ways!"

　　"Okay, then temporarily store it in our Yizhuang."

　　Uncle Nine had no choice but to take Ren Fa. After all, it was the rule of their business to take people's money and eliminate disasters for others, so they could only reply: "Tomorrow, I will continue to find a grave for the old man so that he can rest in peace early."

　　"Cover the coffin and carry it back to Yizhuang." Captain Awei ordered his subordinates, domineering.

　　"Master Ren, please go back first."

　　Uncle Jiu looked at Ren Fa and said calmly.

　　"Uncle Nine, Lin Xiaoyou, see you tomorrow!"

　　Ren Fa cupped his fists at the two and said goodbye.

　　"Brother Lin, see you tomorrow!"

　　With autumn water in Ren Tingting's eyes, she especially waved goodbye to Lin Yu.

　　"See you tomorrow." Lin Yu also waved his hand, and the sun shone on his face, making him more handsome.

　　Awei saw his cousin's attitude towards Lin Yu, and cursed in a low voice: "Stinky boy!"

　　Lin Yu sneered and pretended not to see it. Later, he would let Awei enjoy the greatest joy in life.

　　This scene made Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai envious.

　　They all murmured in their hearts: why are they not as lucky as Lin Yu?

　　After Ren's mansion walked up and down, Uncle Jiu's face became gloomy. He looked at Lin Yu and asked, "Mr. Lin, I wonder if you can see anything unusual?"

　　"It's very simple. Mrs. Ren has turned into a corpse." Lin Yu replied.

　　"sharp!"

　　Uncle Jiu praised Lin Yu and said, "Looking at Mr. Lin, who is only twenty years old, he has such accomplishments. Lin admires him."

　　This is the second time Uncle Jiu said this to Lin Yu, from which we can see Uncle Jiu's appreciation and love for Lin Yu.

　　Compared with the two incompetent disciples, Lin Yu was much better.

　　"Uncle Jiu praised it absurdly. I just have theoretical knowledge for nothing." Lin Yu shook his head and laughed.

　　"Young Master Yilin, what should we do?" Uncle Jiu asked.

　　"Of course, it is cremated on the spot. Of course, the best way at present is to store it in Yizhuang and trap Old Master Ren."

　　"It can only be like this." Uncle Jiu sighed, turned to look at his ineffective apprentice, and ordered: "Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai, you two set up a plum blossom formation in front of the grave, and tell me what it looks like when you come back. By the way, remember to burn incense on each grave."

　　After finishing speaking, he and Lin Yu rushed toward Yizhuang.

　　As for the matter of Qiusheng's life-and-death friendship, Lin Yu didn't bother to pay attention. Anyway, Qiusheng wouldn't die because of this, and he could feel refreshed, and he was considered the beauty of an adult.

　　...

　　After burning the incense, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai returned to Yizhuang with two short and one long incense sticks.

　　Qiu Sheng seems to have forgotten the weird "thank you" from the grave.

　　In Yizhuang, Uncle Jiu and Lin Yu are sitting together at the moment, looking at the incense brought back by Qiusheng and Wencai, Uncle Jiu frowned and said: "People are most afraid of three long and two short, and incense is most afraid of two short and one long, but it just burns It became like this!"

　　"Brother Lin, why did the incense burn like this?" Qiusheng looked at Lin Yu and asked tentatively. He was still curious about Lin Yu.

　　"If this incense comes out at home, someone must be mourning!" Lin Yu said immediately.

　　Uncle Jiu really appreciates Lin Yu's talents in Fengshui and Taoism, and he is undoubtedly there.

　　"Ah?" Wen Cai was startled, and asked, "Is it Master Ren's house?"

　　"Could it be our Yizhuang?"

　　Uncle Jiu glared at Wen Cai and said angrily.

　　Wen Cai shrank his neck and said happily: "It's none of my business, I don't worry about it."