The Jiang family's attitude towards moving their ancestral graves is truly strange.
If you say they believe in ghosts and gods, they are too casual about the relocation of graves; if you say they don't believe in them, they are willing to spend a lot of money to hire a novice like him, which is somewhat like a desperate attempt to find a cure.
Chen Ling remembered very clearly that the advertisement he posted online was an advertisement for the newly built cemetery in Yuhe Mountain. The relocation of graves was just a free service, and he also noted at the end that he was not a professional and that those who minded could contact other professionals.
"Mrs. Jiang, excuse me, why are you willing to let me do this?"
Mrs. Jiang's face was tense and stiff, her lips moved up and down, but she didn't utter a word.
"Is there anything you can't tell me?" Chen Ling smiled, but his eyes turned cold. "Mrs. Jiang, you are hiding something from me."
An awkward and anxious atmosphere spread between the two of them. After a long while, Mrs. Jiang closed her eyes tightly and said, "In fact, before we found you, our family had invited five masters."
Thinking of what happened before, Mrs. Jiang felt a chill all over her body. She raised her hand and tucked her falling hair behind her ears, using this gesture to ease the fear in her heart.
Half a month ago, Jiang Shengxing, the current head of the Jiang family, personally brought five masters who were hired at a high price to visit the grave.
As soon as the group of six walked into the woods, the leaves began to rustle, and the wind blew. The whole forest was plunged into dim light in the blink of an eye, as if it was shrouded by some terrible, huge thing.
The further they went, the dimmer the light became. Soon after, Jiang Shengxing even smelled a faint strange odor floating in the air, which was rotten, bloody, and carried a strong sense of hostility.
Jiang Shengxing's scalp tingled. He looked at the masters cautiously and asked them if they smelled anything.
None of the masters said anything, but their faces looked bad, and they looked ready for battle. Two of them had already taken out their magic tools and talismans.
As they got closer to the ancestral tomb, the masters' forced calmness could no longer be maintained. They soon dropped the weapons in their hands and ran away with their big money sponsor Jiang Shengxing.
After leaving the forest completely, one of the masters told Jiang Shengxing in a heavy tone, "The Jiang family's tomb is too fierce. We are helpless. Let's ask for help from others."
That night, Jiang Shengxing developed a high fever and was taken to the hospital. After a full-body examination, the doctor could not tell what was wrong.
When the Jiang family's side branches learned about this, they all rushed to the hospital to visit. Among them, an old man guessed that it must be because Jiang Shengxing rashly brought some questionable people with him and offended the ancestor, so he was blamed by the ancestor.
The five masters were all introduced by acquaintances, and no one had ever doubted their identities before.
Upon hearing this, everyone sent people to investigate. The results were shocking, two of the five masters turned out to be experienced scammers.
Mrs. Jiang was almost having a heart attack from anger. She called the police without saying a word and vowed to put the two men in jail for life.
In order to appease the old ancestor, she took her son and daughter-in-law to the grave to kowtow and admit her mistakes, and said all kinds of nice things... but it was of no use.
Mrs. Jiang, who could only wipe away her tears and worry as she watched her husband's health deteriorate, suddenly received a network connection message from Jiang Shengxing's special assistant.
Click on the link and a simple advertisement pops up: Feng Shui blessed land, top-level property, high-end facilities, enjoy luxurious cemetery. (Free grave relocation)
Wasn't it because of the relocation of the grave that he offended the ancestor? If we could help him find a suitable cemetery, maybe his anger would subside
With the mentality of trying everything possible, Mrs. Jiang personally contacted Chen Ling, who posted the advertisement. In order not to scare people away, she chose to temporarily conceal certain circumstances.
After listening to the story, Chen Ling couldn't help but mutter, "The old ancestor's temper is too violent, ordinary people can't afford to offend him."
Oh, not only is he irritable, he's also petty. If he doesn't like scammers hanging around his grave, he could have told him in a dream. Why is he blaming the younger generation
Mrs. Jiang was so preoccupied with her husband's safety that she didn't pay attention to the young man's mumbling. "Actually, before I brought you here, I was still a little uncertain. I was worried that you would encounter the same situation as my husband. But when we walked in from outside, nothing strange happened."
As he spoke, he reached into his purse and took out a check he had prepared in advance.
"I believe that the ancestors have tacitly agreed that the relocation of the grave must be handled by you. Mr. Chen, this is the fate of our two families, you must not refuse." Fearing that the young man would not take the job, Mrs. Jiang quickly stuffed the check into his hand.
Restraining himself from looking at the number on the check, Chen Ling said calmly, "Mrs. Jiang, you know, our Yuhe Cemetery has not officially started construction yet, and Mr. Jiang Yu's tombstone and coffin have to be custom-made. Most importantly, as far as I know, tomorrow is not a good day."
"No matter how bad the day is, there will always be an auspicious time." Mrs. Jiang interrupted the young man, "The tombstone can be made later. As for the coffin, we have already prepared it."
Wiping the sweat off her forehead with a crumpled tissue, Mrs. Jiang pointed in a certain direction and said, "Mr. Chen, it's not that we are anxious, but the matter cannot be delayed. If you don't believe me, look over there..."
Behind the grave, in an inconspicuous corner, the brown soil actually sank.
It is a taboo for the ancestral tomb to collapse without reason. Once it happens, the descendants will have bad luck. In serious cases, the family may be destroyed. The situation of the Jiang family's ancestral tomb is not serious now, but as long as it rains, the whole tomb may collapse.
Unfortunately, it happens to be the rainy season recently, with heavy rains every two or three days to relieve the scorching heat in the city.
No wonder the Jiang family is so anxious.
But among the five masters at that time, at least three were real masters. It makes no sense that he would dare to touch something that people in the industry dare not touch.
Chen Ling valued his life and did not agree on the spot. Because Mrs. Jiang was there, he did not call this time and chose to send a message to his master.
After sending out the cause and effect, half a quarter of an hour later, a reply came back, indicating a good omen.
With just four words, Chen Ling had an idea in his mind. He decided on the time to dig up the grave with Mrs. Jiang on the spot, and even made a list, asking Mrs. Jiang to make sure someone prepared it.
"Don't worry, I'll send someone to do it right away." Mrs. Jiang folded the note paper and put it into her bag. Then she walked to the simple grave, bowed respectfully, and muttered something, but it was unclear what she said.
Chen Ling waited quietly by the side, his eyes fixed on the old locust tree.
The locust tree has a strong trunk and lush leaves. Now is the most luxuriant time of the year. The branches are fully stretched to at least ten meters, lush and green. This visual impact is shocking, but also brings a heavy sense of oppression.
"Mr. Chen, let's go." The deal was settled. Mrs. Jiang put aside her previous gloom and carried her handbag, walking in a cat-like manner, looking elegant and confident.
Chen Ling quietly followed his client out of the woods. Just as he opened the car door and was about to get in, a cold wind suddenly blew from behind.
The wind was so cold that it cut through the hot air and blew straight into the car.
The wind was so strong that Chen Ling felt as if a hand appeared out of nowhere behind him, pressing down on his shoulder and pushing him directly into the car.
Before I could sit down properly, something sharp scratched my neck, and the piercing chill penetrated into my bones.
I subconsciously pressed my neck with my backhand and found a leaf in my palm.
The leaves are emerald green with clear veins, and there is a sudden spot of bright red on the tip, like an insect's eye or a glaring blood spot.
Chen Ling instinctively reached for the copper bell in his pocket. If he really encountered an evil thing, the Sanqing Bell should vibrate even if the bottom was blocked. Since there was no reaction, it meant that the wind that just blew was not a demonic wind.
I breathed a sigh of relief and threw the leaf out of the car door.
After the driver sent his master home, he took Chen Ling back to Yuhe Mountain as instructed.
After getting off the car, Chen Ling looked up and saw his own gray hilltop with no grass at all. He rubbed his forehead with a headache.
Yuhe Mountain is one of the ancestral properties of the Chen family. A long time ago, due to the division of the family, it was allocated to the name of Grandpa Chen Ling.
People die for money. Although the Chen family did not fight to the death for this ancestral property, they were completely torn apart.
Chen Ling's grandfather was an honest man and did not want to get involved in the fight, so his other brothers and sisters divided up the shops on Wang Street and the fruitful orchard, leaving him with only a hill.
Originally, Yuhe Mountain was not suitable for farming due to its terrain, and the natural ecology was not damaged at all. The forest was lush with trees, birds were singing and flowers were blooming. There was always a layer of mist at dawn, which made it as beautiful as a fairyland.
One day twenty years ago, the grass and trees on the mountain withered overnight, and everything that was planted died. The semi-circle lake at the foot of the mountain became stagnant water, turning from clear to pitch black, and the stench was overwhelming.
Due to environmental problems, nearby residents gradually moved away, leaving only a few households with poor economic conditions still living at the foot of the mountain.
Chen's parents told Chen Ling about these things two months ago because they hoped their son could go back to live with them for a while.
Before his eighteenth birthday, Chen Ling was a typical materialistic young man. After his eighteenth birthday, he began to encounter evil spirits, those invisible and intangible things, always lurking in the darkness, spying on his life.
When he was 20 years old, on the way to a Taoist temple to draw lots, Chen's parents happened to meet Chen Ling's current master.
The master's name is Zhao Xunchang. He claims to be a genuine Taoist priest from Mount Longhu. He is good at exorcising evil spirits and solving problems for people.
That night, Zhao Xunchang and Chen's parents closed the door and talked for a long time in the study. When they came out, Chen Ling, who was at a loss, was pressed on the head by his parents and kowtowed to him to acknowledge him as his master.
Then he was given a land deed which was transferred to his name on his eighteenth birthday.
Hearing that he could relieve the evil spirits by staying at Yuhe Mountain with Zhao Xunchang for a while, Chen Ling thought to himself, "Nonsense." He felt that his parents must have been deceived again.
However, the slap in the face came quickly.
A miracle happened.
Less than half a month after arriving at Yuhe Mountain, Chen Ling's condition had really improved. At least he could sleep well at night and would no longer be suddenly woken up in the middle of the night by being pinched, or run into a woman with disheveled hair and a ulcerated face when he got up at night.
The answer given by Zhao Xunchang was that the young disciple and Yuhe Mountain had similar auras, so it would be best for him to stay there permanently.
Since he was going to live here permanently, he couldn't just sit there and waste his time. But facing the lifeless Yuhe Mountain, Chen Ling couldn't think of what he could do here. Finally, he heard from his master that Yuhe Mountain was a rare blessed place for tombs, which could bring blessings and longevity to the buried and their descendants, and at the same time help Chen Ling accumulate merits and resolve the imbalance of yin and yang in his body.
This is beneficial to both others and yourself, there is no reason not to do it.
As for the harsh environment, the master narrowed his eyes slightly and said with an unfathomable attitude that a turning point would come soon.
In this way, the Yuheshan Cemetery project was officially finalized, and under the operation of Chen's parents, all procedures were quickly completed.
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The sun was still shining brightly in the sky, and Chen Ling walked into the small courtyard temporarily rented at the foot of the mountain under the scorching sun.
In the yard, Zhao Xunchang was teasing his macaw with melon seeds.
The parrot is a rare purple-blue color, the largest species in the parrot family, loves to imitate, and is a chatterbox.
Before he had time to greet his master, he heard the parrot screaming, "You're back, you're back, Chen Ling is back."
Chen Ling touched the parrot's head as he passed by, then walked past and went straight into the bathroom.
After solving his physiological problems, he relaxedly went to the mirror to wash his hands, and then splashed a few handfuls of cold water on his face. His head, which was dizzy from the heat, was stimulated by the water and became much clearer. He casually pulled out a tissue to wipe the water off his face.
As he was wiping, Chen Ling noticed something was wrong.
He leaned towards the mirror, tilted his head, and carefully observed the skin on the side of his neck. A red mark appeared on the fair skin, as if someone had pressed it hard with a finger.