Although everyone thought it was horrible to see Lian Youyou walking on corpses, wherever she stepped on a silver flame would burn.
It was a color of fire that no one had ever seen before. Fire could be red, blue, or the green will-o'-the-wisp fire in graves, but this silver-white fire, like the reflection of sunlight on a sharp sword, was something no one had ever seen before.
That wisp of flame blossomed like a silver lotus under Lian Youyou's feet, instantly burning the bones under her feet and leaving a scorched earth, as if purifying the hostility and resentment of the owners of the bones, and annihilating their bodies left here, so that their souls could break free from the shackles and gain freedom.
“Amitabha… When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced the profound Prajna Paramita…” The fat Buddha couldn’t help but start reciting the Heart Sutra. The golden Buddha light was faintly visible on his body. When the blood-colored petals floated into his Buddha light, they immediately dissipated and turned into a wisp of misty white smoke, which scattered in all directions.
The huge chopstick box carried the Coffin Master. Yun Yao and Fat Buddha followed behind Lian Youyou and moved forward slowly, flying beside the golden light and going deeper into the blood realm.
Outside the painting, the people sitting around the stone table looked at the Aomei painting with surprise, because, on the Aomei painting, there appeared one small black dot after another, and the black dots looked like one small charred footprint after another.
Emperor Cheng finally calmed down, suppressed the greed in his heart, sat on the chair beside the bed, and looked at the strange painting quietly. When he looked at Yao Guang again, his expression was also complicated.
He opened his mouth, then closed it, and was silent for a moment before speaking again: "Well, this... is what you do every day? This... exorcism, well, it seems... not easy... well..." Emperor Cheng's majestic face also turned slightly red, and he felt in his heart that he owed these people something, especially in terms of salary.
When Yao Guang saw that Emperor Cheng had started talking, he also had a complicated expression.
Emperor Cheng looked at him and said, "Sit down and talk. This is a secret place. Today, you and I are not the ruler or the subject."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yao Guang sat down and sighed, "Everyone... is using their lives to protect the capital and this world..."
Emperor Cheng fell silent. He did not expect that behind Yao Guang's seemingly light reports, there were thrilling battles one after another, which were no less brutal than any other battle.
The streets in the southeastern part of the imperial city were particularly busy, with carriages after carriages loaded with boxes coming and stopping in front of the mansion that was once the residence of Taoist Huangshan.
There were also many people watching the fun around.
"I heard that this house was haunted in the morning. The craftsmen were scared away! How dare they live here?! Hey, there are still people in this world who don't believe in superstition."
"Of course I don't believe it. I'm the relative of Prime Minister Zuo! Look, they're moving, and the eldest and second sons of the Fu family are all here!"
"Oh! Really! It's not surprising that the eldest son is here, but the second son, Master Fu, has even ignored the Eight Gates and is here to help this relative move. This relative is really big!"
As they were talking, a craftsman brought in a new plaque, which was the door plaque that Fu Mingsui had previously chosen for Yi Jixuan.
Yi Jixuan suddenly lifted the red cloth in front of everyone, and on it were two large golden characters "Yi Mansion"!
"I heard that the words were written by the left prime minister!"
"Oh——" Everyone shouted in envy. Most of the people living in the southeast area were officials below the third rank in the capital, musicians, painters, or imperial chefs in the palace, as well as some nobles, so most of those who came to watch the fun knew the two sons of the Fu family.
What's more, some girls, upon hearing that the two young masters were coming, asked them to dress up quickly so that they could become neighbors with the Left Prime Minister's family one day, which would increase their chances of marrying him.
When the girls saw that Yi Jixuan was also a handsome man, they suddenly felt that even if they could not marry into the prime minister's mansion, it would be great to marry the relative of the left prime minister.
"Who on earth are these relatives?"
"He's the eldest son's brother-in-law, a well-known family in the north! The Yi family!"
“That’s the richest man!”
The plaque was hung on the door, and the servants began to move things. Although there had been a haunting in the morning, some of the well-preserved houses were cleaned up, at least they could store things.
The servants brought by the Yi family were also very brave. Perhaps it was because the Yi family often bought tombs. When they entered the house, they were quite calm. They were not afraid of whether there were ghosts or not. They just got busy and worked efficiently.
This time, Yi Jixuan also brought a lot of his familiar servants, maids and cooks, about twenty people in total, and his trusted old butler.
As soon as everyone entered the house, they started to get busy. They first cleaned the hall, living room, study, bedroom, kitchen, toilet and storeroom that Yi Jixuan would mainly use.
Some were weeding here, others were mopping the floor there. Here were antiques that Yi Jixuan liked, and there were exquisite tea sets, all done in an orderly and tidy manner.
Fu Mingsu and Fu Mingrui also brought servants from the Xiangfu, who were mainly responsible for moving the boxes. It was obvious at a glance that the Xiangfu servants were different from Yi Jixuan's servants who had seen the Yinzhai. They were very calm, while these servants were a little timid. If it wasn't for the master's request, they would have thrown the boxes and ran away.
"This box is full of porcelain, you'd better be careful!" Fu Mingrui said solemnly.
The servants of the Fu family were all from the capital, so of course they knew that this was a tomb. They were really scared as they moved things.
Fu Mingsu led the servants to carry the boxes into Yi's house. On the other side, Chen Chu and Chen Feng arrived.
"Sir!" They bowed in front of Fu Mingrui and secretly glanced at the tomb next to them. They were slightly surprised that there were actually people who dared to buy a tomb, and not only did they buy it, they actually moved in!
Fu Mingrui gave them a look, and the three of them went to a corner under the door lintel.
"How is the land investigation going?" Fu Mingrui lowered his voice.
Both of them shook their heads.
Chen Feng said: "We have been to all the brothels and gambling houses, but there is no such person as Wang Yi."
Chen Chu then said, "Wang Yi has been in Beijing for a short time. He has gained a lot of fame thanks to the "Aomei Tu", but he really has no enemies."
Fu Mingrui nodded, looked at the crowd outside, and suddenly shouted, "The craftsmen are afraid of the Yin House, so they won't come. You bring the people from the Eight Gates to continue the craftsmen's work and refresh the house!"
Chen Feng and Chen Chu were stunned for a moment. What? When did their parents abuse their power for personal gain?!
Seeing that they were confused, Fu Mingrui deliberately shouted loudly: "Bring more people! We must complete everything today! We are very busy in the Eight Gates and don't have so much time to come every day!"
"Yes!" The two noticed Fu Mingrui's pretentious look and realized that there must be a deep meaning behind his abnormal behavior today. They didn't ask any more questions and immediately turned around and left.
Fu Mingrui's sharp eyes swept across the crowd of onlookers. This should be lively enough. (To be continued)