When we arrived at Pingshan, we looked up and saw the towering mountain walls, which were like a winding screen, protecting the land inside tightly.
The driver drove Chen Ling past the mountain and drove for about twenty minutes before stopping.
As soon as we got off the car, we saw the coffin-shaped hill blocking the three mountain walls.
There is a reception center on the flat hill, surrounded by neatly planted green plants, which looks quite realistic.
Chen Ling climbed up the stairs and walked straight into the reception center. There were two or three groups of people looking at the cemetery.
In addition, there were three staff members standing inside. One of them did not have any customers to receive at the moment, but when he saw the stranger coming in, his eyes immediately lit up and he walked over attentively.
"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" The staff did not ask whether the customer wanted to buy a grave plot right away. Instead, they guided the customer to speak first, otherwise it would seem unlucky.
Chen Ling: "Let me take a look first."
The staff member smiled and said, "Then let me introduce it to you first."
Seeing the other party's enthusiasm, Chen Ling nodded and said, "Thank you for your help."
"No, no, let's take a look here first." The staff took the potential new customer to the right side and pointed to the model and introduced, "This is an ordinary house with a small usable area. But because we adopt the form of a Western cemetery, the tomb cover will not be raised. It is covered with grass. Generally speaking, no one knows the specific area underneath."
Chen Ling thought silently, it’s the same in our Yuhe Mountain, the grass on the graves might even grow better than here.
The staff pointed to the bulge beside the model and said, "In the middle is a T-style pagoda mausoleum with flying eaves and golden tiles. It looks very luxurious, and the price is the cheapest."
"It's beautifully renovated." Chen Ling praised.
The staff member smiled and said, "The real thing is even more magnificent than this. I'll take you to see it later and you'll know."
Chen Ling looked elsewhere, and the staff member understood and immediately took him to the second model: "This is a double room. The space below is definitely a little bigger than the ordinary house before multiplied by two. If you are a couple living together, this is a very good choice."
"This is a single-family villa with a large space underneath. We have specially designed a burial space under the urn to store the deceased's beloved belongings. The price is relatively expensive, but the location is very good, facing east, just in front of the rising sun."
"But when I came here just now, I saw that you are surrounded by mountains on three sides and a hill on one side, which just blocks the sunlight." Chen Ling humbly asked, "Does this count as facing the rising sun?"
"Yes, of course it does." The staff member said seriously, "The sun rises slowly. When it is about to reach the middle of the sky, the sunlight still shines from the east."
Chen Ling: “…”
It sounds far-fetched, but there is a grain of truth to it.
Chen Ling asked: "Have you done any professional pre-job training?"
"Of course." The staff did not want to reveal too much about the company's internal affairs, and took Chen Ling to the last model. "This is a luxurious large flat, which is equipped with a bathroom, a side bedroom, a master bedroom, oh, the master bedroom is used to place the urn, and a gym. Of course, due to space limitations, these small spaces are not large, and the exhibits inside are all small models, but the quality is absolutely excellent. Of course, in order to meet the different needs of different customers, we can also customize..."
Chen Ling was dumbfounded. This was too high-end. Not to mention anything else, the design of the single-family villas and luxurious large flats alone was very user-friendly.
It can really capture the hearts of customers.
After all, everyone wants to have good food, shelter, and fun after death.
Seeing that the customer was silent, the staff pursed his lips, tucked his hair behind his ears, and asked in a gentle voice, "Sir, are you interested in any of these after reading this? We are currently in the promotional period, and there is a 20% discount for one-time payment."
Chen Ling pointed at one of them and asked, "How much is that tomb type?"
The staff member quickly took out her cell phone and opened the calculator. In order to create the illusion that I am only giving you a preferential price, she deliberately turned her back to the other groups of people who were visiting the graves, pressed a few numbers on the screen with her fingers, and added the discount: "Look, this price is very favorable. You will definitely not find another one in North City."
Chen Ling repeated the price two or three times in his mind.
I thought the cemetery plots at Yuheshan Cemetery were already very cheap, but I didn’t expect there were even cheaper ones! Now, it’s not the cheapest in North City anymore!
Chen Ling seemed to think for a moment, then pointed to the brochure over there and said, "Let me think about it first. By the way, can you take me to see it in person? I'll take some photos and go back to ask my family."
"Of course." The staff actively led people out from another door of the reception hall, and they could see the cemetery in the depression in the mountain at a glance.
Unlike Yuhe Mountain, the construction here has been completely completed, but it gives people a somewhat desolate feeling. A row of evergreen pines and cypresses are planted around it, and between the criss-crossing paths, there are green grass except for the tombstones that have not yet been engraved.
There is nothing else.
Chen Ling walked down the stairs and slowly along the path. Just as Li Hongyu said, there was indeed nothing unusual about this place, but being buried in such a place where obscure auras were easily deposited was not a good thing after all.
Just as I was about to go back, someone came out from the reception hall.
The most eye-catching one was a middle-aged man with a big belly, tall and strong. He stood on the ground like a small mountain, and his weight was a bit scary.
There were other people standing next to the fat man. One of them was a thin man who was talking on the phone with a gloomy face. Because the distance was too far, I couldn't hear what he was saying clearly, but his face looked very sour.
Chen Ling asked the staff: "Who is that fat brother?"
The staff member said awkwardly: "It's our boss."
Noticing her strange expression, Chen Ling raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
The staff member looked away, raised her hand to adjust the hair behind her ear, and said with a smile, "Nothing." She paused and changed the subject, "Sir, why don't I take you to see some other places."
The person on the phone had already hung up, and then another one called right after.
Chen Ling retracted his gaze and said, "Okay."
He suddenly gave up the idea of leaving and followed the staff for another half walk.
He had to admit that although the location of this cemetery was not very good, the tomb types were novel, the prices were low, and the services were excellent, and there were things in each that were worth learning from.
After visiting the luxurious penthouse, Chen Ling had nothing left to do. The staff also saw that he wanted to leave, but did not say anything. Instead, he raised his eyes to look at the group of people standing on the stairs.
Chen Ling followed her gaze and asked, "Is this the customer who bought the tomb before?"
"You, how did you know?" The staff member was so surprised that he accidentally revealed the truth.
Chen Ling raised his chin in the direction of the fat boss. "I guess the boss came out in person. There must be a problem with the order, so he came to appease the customer. And we were planning to leave just now, but after they showed up, you suggested that I keep looking. You were afraid that I would hear something when I passed by and give up the idea of buying the tomb."
The staff member didn't know what to say and could only give two awkward laughs.
Chen Ling: "I've already gone through all the shopping I need to do. I'll call you when I've thought it over after I get back."
“Okay, okay.” Seeing that the customer didn’t just leave with a sullen face, the staff member hurriedly said with a smile, “I’ll take you out.”
Chen Ling stepped onto the path paved with white stone slabs. Coincidentally, the group of people also walked down the stone steps and passed by him. The voices leaking from their receivers floated to his ears.
Chen Ling: “…”
Sounds familiar, what's up
He stopped and looked back. The thin man just hung up the phone. He said to the fat boss with a dark face: "I must move this tomb! Move it today!"
The fat boss said with a bitter face: "Don't, Mr. Yuan, our place is really good. You said your mother told you in a dream that it was cold, which must be because you haven't adapted to the new environment. You will be fine once you get used to it."
Chen Ling: “…”
The staff member raised his fist to his mouth and coughed loudly. The fat boss then turned around and noticed the two people.
Just as I was about to wave my hand to ask her to take the guest away quickly, I heard the strange young man's cell phone ringing.
Before leaving, the fat boss winked at the staff, smiled apologetically and followed the thin man, saying, "Boss Yuan, you can see our place. It is surrounded by cliffs, which can block wind and rain. We have also invited a Taoist master to perform a ritual and set up formations around it. It can not only drive away evil spirits, but also accumulate blessings for the deceased and his descendants."
The thin man was furious and said, "I came here to bury my mother because I listened to your nonsense! What happened?"
He took two deep breaths, feeling pain between his eyebrows and in his head. He raised his hands to rub his temples. He turned to the people he brought with him and said, "Go burn paper first, then pry open the tomb. I'll take my mother away now!"
The fat boss was also very upset.
This was not the first tomb he had sold, and the money he made was not much, but the client was an important figure, and winning him over would be beneficial to his other businesses in the future.
So many of them were sold before without any problems, so why did something go wrong when they got into Yuan's hands
What about dreams
So fucking funny.
If ghosts and gods really exist, he has been worshipping the God of Wealth for so many years, wealth should have fallen from the sky and landed on his head long ago. Why does he still need to drink and socialize every day and work so hard to maintain relationships with partners
"Mr. Yuan, listen to me, if you think about something during the day, you will dream about it at night. If you are really worried, I can ask someone from Qingxuan Temple to take a look. I will perform a magic ceremony for your mother alone, and I will pay for it." The fat boss was determined not to offend the big shots and had to keep the relationship tight.
His eyes rolled, and he thought of something to say: "I think your mother came to you in the dream because, firstly, she might really feel cold down there. I heard that the temperature in the underworld is extremely low. If it's cold, you can burn some clothes for her. Secondly, she might be worried about you. These two points have nothing to do with our cemetery. Even if you move to another place, what's going to happen might still happen."
The thin man's brows were furrowed, then relaxed a little.
But the call had just been made and the other cemetery had already been contacted, so it would not be a good idea to go back directly.
As I was hesitating, I heard a voice behind me. It was a young man talking on the phone.
When Chen Ling heard what Wu Weiwei said, he couldn't believe it was such a coincidence. He nodded to the staff and went to the side.
"I'm in Pingshan right now, and I may have just passed by the client you mentioned."
Wu Weiwei exclaimed: "You went to Pingshan alone?"
"I was worried, so I came to take a look." Chen Ling glanced around again. The sun had risen now, and the sunlight shone over the blocking hills, making the white tombstone a little dazzling.
Wu Weiwei quickly asked: "Did you find anything?"
Chen Ling said no, "The new client you mentioned is named Yuan. What's his name?"
Wu Weiwei: "Yuan Yongxiang, when he called, he said that he was introduced by Mr. Jiang Shengxing. He sounded very anxious and wanted to move the grave immediately. He also said that he wanted to be at the scene himself to take back his mother's urn first."
Chen Ling held the phone and looked at the tall, thin man with a serious face and a hint of anger, "I see. I'll go and persuade him."
Seeing the new customer walk back after hanging up the phone, the staff member happily greeted him and handed him the unopened mineral water in his hand: "Sir, drink some water first. I don't know if you drove here. If not, we can send a car to take you back."
"No thanks." He thanked the other party for the water, but did not take it. Instead, he walked towards Yuan Yongxiang.
The staff member was stunned, thinking that he wanted to inquire about the cemetery, and ran away in a hurry: "Mr. Chen, you are going the wrong way, that is not the way out."
The fat boss heard the shouting and turned around, cursing in his heart, thinking that this person must have just overheard their conversation.
He was very depressed as he saw that his good business was about to fail.
The fat boss stood in the white path and looked at the approaching young man with a smile: "Sir, what can I do for you?"
Chen Ling nodded and also smiled and said, "I'm looking for Mr. Yuan."
Yuan Yongxiang was slightly stunned and stood up: "You're looking for me?"
"Yes." Chen Ling walked around the fat boss and stretched out his hand. "My name is Chen Ling."
Yuan Yongxiang didn't expect that there would be such a coincidence in the world, "So you are..." Realizing that Chen Ling and the fat boss were in the same business, he stopped talking and changed the subject, "Old Jiang told me about you, saying that you are young and promising, and a decent person. He also told me that as long as I entrust things to you, I can rest assured."
The fat boss was confused but didn't dare to interrupt.
He looked at Chen Ling again and suddenly felt a little familiar, as if he had seen this person somewhere.
Chen Ling gestured to Yuan Yongxiang: "Mr. Yuan, can I have a word with you for a moment?"
"Please come this way." Yuan Yongxiang had cooperated with Jiang Shengxing before and had private dealings with him. He absolutely trusted Jiang Shengxing's words. However, after what the fat boss said just now, he became a little more hesitant about the relocation of the grave and wondered whether he should wait and see.
But Chen Ling got straight to the point and said, "Your mother said she felt cold, it's probably because this piece of land has too much yin energy."
"This..." Yuan Yongxiang was surprised that the other party would get straight to the point. "I wanted to move immediately, but the boss just said..."
"I'm just making a suggestion. If you have other plans, just pretend I never said anything." Chen Ling deliberately acted extremely cold, which made Yuan Yongxiang feel a bit of his mastery.
He hurriedly said, "I have no other plans. I brought people here today and will move right away!"
Chen Ling stopped him and said, "Mr. Yuan, today is a bad day, and it is taboo to move the grave. It is best to be cautious about such things, otherwise there may be trouble in the future."
"But..." Yuan Yongxiang sighed in distress, "Mr. Chen, it's not that I don't want to wait, but our family can't stand it anymore."
Chen Ling asked: "Besides being told in dreams, is there anything else?"
"Yes, if nothing forced me, I wouldn't be so anxious." Yuan Yongxiang felt cold and irritated when he thought of those things.
He took out a cigarette and shook it out. Then he remembered that there was another person across from him. He put a cigarette in his hand and asked, "Do you mind if I smoke?"
Chen Ling shook his head: "As you wish."
Yuan Yongxiang did not light a cigarette immediately, but gave one to Chen Ling.
"Thank you, I don't smoke." Chen Ling refused gently, but his mind was thinking of his ancestors. He had never seen him smoke, and of course, he had never seen him smoke incense.
No gambling, no smoking, high fighting power, and obedient.
By the way, he's become more and more clingy recently.
The first four items definitely add up to extra points, but the last one... Chen Ling was silent. It seemed like he had it all wrong, as he was the one looking forward to being clingy and acting coquettish with his partner!
Yuan Yongxiang put away his cigarette and interrupted Chen Ling's thoughts: "My mother was buried three days ago. It was a happy funeral. She didn't have any illness before her death. I sent her to the funeral home on the morning of her death. She kept her body for half a day, and held a memorial service the next morning. I originally planned to bury my mother in the cemetery near the funeral home, but the salesperson of Pingshan Cemetery found me and said that their feng shui here is good and the old lady will be blessed by her descendants after being buried. I changed my mind and sent her here."
"On the first day, nothing strange happened at home. But early the next morning, my wife suddenly said that she saw my mother at home."
Chen Ling will also maintain a rigorous scientific attitude at the first time.
He asked: "Could it be that I am seeing things wrong?"
Yuan Yongxiang thought that people like him would presume to believe there was a ghost, so he was stunned for a few seconds before denying, "My wife really thought she was seeing things at first, so she walked over, and then my mother's silhouette became clearer and clearer, and then she turned her head..."
Yuan Yongxiang did not see it with his own eyes, but from his wife's description, his mother's face was pale and colorless, and looked very scary. She also threatened his wife and threatened to kill her.
But as far as he knew, his mother had a good relationship with his wife and there were no conflicts between them.
Even if my mother really died with her eyes open and her soul returned, it shouldn't be like this.
Chen Ling thought for a moment after hearing this: "Is there something you don't know?"
Yuan Yongxiang was stunned: "No way..."
Chen Ling said: "After a person dies, his soul will automatically return to the underworld, and will not return home until the seventh day to visit his former residence. Unless she had a grudge before she died, your mother's soul must not appear in your home."
Yuan Yongxiang was speechless for a moment, but suddenly something came to his mind.
Seeing his puzzled expression, Chen Ling said, "You can tell me any doubts you have."
"I don't know if this counts." Yuan Yongxiang said, "When my mother died, she...she had a smile on her face, a very light smile, which made people feel peaceful, but there was also an indescribable weirdness..."
Chen Ling: "How old is your father?"
Yuan Yongxiang said: "Eighty-six."
Chen Ling: "The fact that you are still healthy at the age of eighty-six shows that you take good care of your mother."
"My father passed away early, and it was my mother who brought me up. She was a woman, but she supported me until I graduated from college by setting up a small stall." Yuan Yongxiang smiled, his eyes bitter, "All my achievements today are inseparable from her. She treated me well, and as a son, I will never be able to repay her even in my next life."
It can be seen that Yuan Yongxiang has deep feelings for his mother.
In this case, Chen Ling found it strange: "Mr. Yuan, generally speaking, the body will be kept for three or seven days. Excuse me, why did you bury the person the next day?"
"My wife said she was scared, and we didn't have many relatives coming to pay their respects."
Yuan Yongxiang lowered his eyes and took a deep puff of his cigarette. His voice was hoarse and full of nostalgia for his family. "I actually hope that my mother can be buried in peace as soon as possible. After consulting the Taoist priests at Qingxuan Temple and confirming that keeping her body for a few more or less days will not affect the deceased and future generations, I sent her here after cremation."
Chen Ling looked into his eyes and suddenly said, "Mr. Yuan, you are not telling the truth. At least, you are hiding something from me."
Yuan Yongxiang didn't expect the young man to be so perceptive and froze for a moment.
He put out his cigarette, closed his eyes tiredly, and said, "Yes, there is another reason for the rush to cremate the body. I am afraid. My mother's smile is like it was painted on, too rigid, and no matter how the undertaker massages her face, the muscles on her face are always stiff. I also heard the people in the funeral home discussing privately that they have never seen a corpse with a smile on its face."
Yes, this should be the real reason why he was cremated so early.
Otherwise, as a filial son who is grateful to his mother, he would not have agreed to cremate her on the third day.
Chen Ling looked at Yuan Yongxiang's face carefully. The sadness in his expression did not seem fake. "Mr. Yuan, besides Mrs. Yuan seeing your mother at home, did anything else happen?"
"Yes." Yuan Yongxiang lowered his head and rubbed his face with his hands.
He looked up again, the emotions on his face and back faded, and the fatigue on his body was much lighter: "My wife screamed in fear after hearing my mother's words that she was going to kill her. When I heard the sound and rushed downstairs, she was desperately trying to get into the closet, shouting, "Don't kill me, I haven't let you down..."
Mr. Yuan's mother never suffered from illness during her lifetime, and her son was very filial. Generally speaking, an old person who passed away in such a happy way will not be brought back.
Unless someone did something bad to his mother behind Mr. Yuan's back.
Chen Ling pondered over the words that Mrs. Yuan shouted. He raised his eyebrows and continued to listen quietly.
"I pulled her out of the closet and soothed her for a long time before she calmed down." Yuan Yongxiang remembered something and shuddered. His voice became less and less stiff. "At that time, I didn't think my wife really saw my mother. I thought she was so scared by the old lady's death that she scared herself and had hallucinations."
"As a result, my wife had an accident that night."