"You'd better take me to your father's cemetery first. Whether it can be solved is the same thing." I said.

An Jiadong looked a little happy and nodded quickly and said, "Okay, Master, come with me!"

After saying that, he took me out and soon walked out of Jimuxi Village. There were some small hills outside Jimuxi Village, not too high. An Jiadong took me away for twenty minutes and came to a small hill full of willow trees.

I frowned slightly and asked, "Ling Zun is hiding here!"

"Yes, the corpse-driver said that my dad must be hiding here. It is surrounded by willow trees to block the yang energy and make my father more peaceful." An Jiadong nodded and pointed to this area to introduce me.

These people are too ignorant of Feng Shui. The willow tree has such heavy yin energy, so how can there be any better place for the younger generation to bury here?

I followed An Jiadong to the top of the hillside and walked directly to the highest point of the hillside. Then An Jiadong pointed to a grave at the top of the hillside and said, "This is my father's tomb!"

I walked up and saw that the tomb was very well-built. After all, it was a gangster. However, when I saw the Feng Shui, I shook my head. There were actually willow trees around the tomb, and it was surrounded by a circle. The back of the tomb was much lower than the front. I walked over and saw that it was about four feet low.

As the saying goes, one foot behind the grave is low, and the grandchildren are rare for generations. Four foot behind the grave is low, and all the descendants have no wives. This is to make the family clear. Besides, this willow tree, the Feng Shui Decision states: Willows are planted on the grave, and future generations will not come forward.

This grave alone can make the An family uneasy. I quickly squatted down and even pinched out a little soil, put it on my nose and sniffed it. The soil had a slight fishy smell, as if it was a bloody smell.

"Don't think about it anymore, move the coffin quickly and bury Ling Zun in another cemetery." I clapped my hands and patted the soil on my hands.

An Jiadong said to me with an awkward look: "My father did a lot of bad things before his death, and the villagers will definitely not help me. As for using money to hire someone, all the savings in our family have long been gone!"

"Anyway, your father must not be able to continue burying here. Fortunately, he didn't encounter thunder and lightning. If a thunder blasted the grave, he would be able to transform into a corpse. The consequences would be unimaginable at that time." I took out my wallet and looked at it. There were still 3,000 yuan in cash. I handed it over and said, "When you go to the brave young man in the village, no one will be unable to get along with the money!"

"Benefactor, thank you." An Jiadong looked at me with gratitude, and I waved my hand and said, "Okay, go quickly!"

An Jiadong nodded and hurriedly ran towards the village. It was not good now. I looked at this cemetery. If it was really what An Jiadong said, his father had been buried for a year. In such a place with a strong yin energy and still a corpse-raising site, it would definitely be unusual to come out.

I quickly took off my backpack, looked at it, found a stack of paper money, scattered it at the grave, and said, "There are people who have roads, and ghosts have roads. If you die, don't make trouble!"

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew, and all the paper money I had scattered was blown away, leaving no one left. I frowned and looked at the grave, took out three cigarettes, took out a lighter, lit it, walked to the front of the tombstone, and inserted it.

As soon as I got up, the three incenses had actually been extinguished. I immediately cursed at the tomb: "Stop messing around!"

I squatted down and took out the lighter and wanted to light the three incense sticks. Suddenly, my lighter exploded suddenly, and my right hand holding the lighter was also hit and hurt.

"I still don't believe it." I picked up these three incense sticks and wanted to use the incense spell. The incense spell is a Taoist technique that everyone often sees on TV. Those Yin and Yang gentlemen take the incense and ignite the incense by themselves.

I started to turn with the incense, and suddenly the three incenses were as heavy as shot put. I gritted my teeth and lifted them up hard, and the three incenses finally ignited.

I then inserted the incense into it, but this time it did not go out.

This is a problem, even worse than I thought. This is obviously a bad thing, but I just haven't found a suitable opportunity to break out of the coffin.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, An Jiadong ran over with three men who looked like they were twenty-seven or eight years old. These men looked quite strong and were holding hoes in their hands.

"Master, I have invited these people to help me." An Jiadong introduced me panting. I looked at these three guys and asked, "Are you brave?"

These three guys have a pretty good attitude. They all nodded, and one of them asked, "Master, this is not the first time we have done this. What time will the coffin be taken tonight!"

"Rett up the coffin now." I said without hesitation, and one of the men asked, "No, Master, isn't it okay to move the grave at night? It's not very good in broad daylight!"

At night, I'm afraid he will come out and bite us to death.

Of course, I didn't say it, just said, "Just listen to me, tear down the grave and excavate!"

"Okay!"

These three guys were probably called by An Jiadong for money. Anyway, they used the money to do business. They started smashing the graves when they went up and then started digging.

An Jiadong walked up to me and asked, "Master, is it okay to lift the coffin during the day? I heard it would be unlucky!"

"Geely." I shook my head. Now the guy in the coffin is called unlucky. I sighed. If Anding Country was cremated directly, it would be fine. But although cremation is advocated now, people in their place, especially rural people, still ask the corpse-driver to bury him directly after he dies.

I was still thinking about it, and a few young people who were digging there shouted: "Okay, I saw the coffin." After that, all the young people ran to me.

Opening a coffin requires a ceremony, and this etiquette cannot be abolished. I took out the Emperor's Sword from my backpack, stepped on the seven-star step, and recited it casually. Anyway, they couldn't understand it. After reading it, I waved my hand and said, "Okay, open the coffin!"

The three of them hurried over and lifted the coffin up. There was a layer of red paint on the outside of the dark coffin. I hurried over and kissed it. It turned out to be blood. As for what blood it was, I don’t know.

Painting black blood on the coffin can prevent the corpse from becoming evil, but I think the corpse-driver would not have been so kind at the beginning. This blood is mostly the blood of a virgin.

An Jiadong also hurried to the coffin and started crying. This was also a part of the burial movement.

I quickly rushed to the people next to me and said, "Hurry up and open the museum."
Chapter completed!