Hao Jiefang appeared out of thin air outside Su Sifang's room door.
Ah Meow asked in surprise: "Brother Hao? Why are you here?"
"Murong is inside?"
"Well, Lord Murong, she just..."
Before Ah Miao could finish speaking, Hao Jiefang walked in through the door.
Mu Rong lay flat on the bed quietly, and Su Sifang sat cross-legged in front of the bed. When Hao Jiefang appeared, the sound of wooden fish and chanting stopped.
"What does the donor do?"
Hao Jiefang sorted out his thoughts, and said with a smile: "The master is an outsider, so it's better not to interfere in the secular world."
After speaking, he walked towards Murong holding the porcelain bottle.
Su Sifang clasped his hands together, and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice: "Almsgiver, the sea of suffering is boundless, turn your head and you will see the shore."
Hao Jiefang hooked the corner of his mouth, pulled out the soul lock chain and pulled Murong's soul out of his body, and said without turning his head: "Hell has no shore and no shore, where does the master want me to go?"
Hao Jiefang peeled off the cork, pinched Mu Rong's chin, and poured the contents of the porcelain bottle into Mu Rong's mouth.
Su Sifang sighed softly and closed his eyes.
"Murong, wake up!"
Murong slowly opened his eyes, with a trace of confusion in his eyes: "Hao Jiefang?"
"Are you okay, is there anything uncomfortable?"
Murong shook his head: "No, I... what's wrong?"
"I sensed that you were in danger, so I rushed here."
"Me? Oh, by the way, my chest suddenly hurt just now... How did you know?"
Hao Jiefang smiled: "Did you forget what you put in Fengdu? Your lord judge felt the turmoil in the two souls, let me come over to see what happened, and bring you a bottle of medicine by the way, how about it?" Are you feeling better?"
"Oh thanks, I'm better."
"Then I'll go back first. You and I have left Shanyang City. There is not even a single errand over there. Give me a call when you return to Shanyang City."
"good."
Hao Jiefang came out through the wall and left in a hurry.
"Tuk Tuk Tuk"
"Master Xiao Fang, how is Murong? Can I come in?"
It's Sangyu!
But hearing Sang Yu's voice, Murong didn't feel any discomfort anymore.
She remembered what happened just now very clearly. After waking up, she felt a faint sense of loss, her heart was empty, and she felt that she had forgotten a very important thing.
She tried hard to remember, but couldn't remember anything.
Sang Yu sat on the bed, looked at Murong in a daze, and called out worriedly, "Murong?"
"Ah!? Oh... I'm fine. I'm sorry to make you worry."
"You just passed out."
"Well, I just suddenly feel unwell. Maybe there is something wrong with my body. Go back to Sanyang City for a physical examination."
"Okay, then I will accompany you."
"Well, thank you."
"Are you hungry? Let me go to the kitchen to cook porridge for you, okay?"
"No thanks, I have no appetite."
Sang Yu was startled, and felt that something was different after Murong woke up, but how could he change so quickly in such a short period of time
Secretly said: I think too much.
Su Sifang kept silent, put away the wooden fish, turned and went out.
The auspicious day that Sang Tong booked was on the 18th, and she only confirmed the location of the new grave at noon on the 17th, and she and Mo Chongxi rushed back immediately, and after preparing the necessary items, it was already two o'clock in the morning.
After sleeping for less than an hour, the matter of moving the grave began.
Because the coffins of Mo Chengsi, Su Lan, and Mo Changsheng had to be buried in the new grave before noon today, Sang Tong deliberately chose a place between Shanyang City and the ancestral grave, so that the coffins could be buried in the new grave before noon today. to save a little time.
And asked Lin Huan to bring a team of construction workers to repair the new tomb. When the sun jumped out of the ground, the ground broke on both sides at the same time.
At the ancestral grave, since Mo Changsheng's soul has already dissipated, it is only necessary to pick up the souls of Mo Chengsi and Su Lan, and the elder grandson Mo Chongxi will play the soul-calling banner.
Sang Tong and his party went to the Mo family's ancestral grave in the dark with flashlights on.
It was still dark, there were graves all around, and the ancestors of the Mo family were obstructing it, blowing out gusts of wind, the atmosphere was tense for a while, the female family members of the Mo family did not participate, and Mo Xiaobao went straight to hide behind Mo Chongxi in fright.
Sang Tong stood on the top of the mountain, looking towards the east, when the first ray of sunlight jumped out of the ground, she posted two words in the Weiqi group: ground breaking!
Mo Chongxi gave an order, and twelve carefully selected workers waved the tools in their hands.
Based on the comprehensive calculation of the death dates of Mo Chengsi and Su Lan and the feng shui pattern of the Mo family's ancestral graves, all these twelve people are "wearing Lin Daijiao".
The so-called "Philin Daijiao" refers to people of the four zodiac signs of Ox, Goat, Dragon and Snake.
People of these four zodiac signs are born with scales and horns, and have a strong ability to resist dark things. Beware that the ancestors of the Mo family make ghosts hit the wall and delay time.
Sang Tong trotted all the way to the halfway up the mountain, and the outlines of the three coffins were already exposed. The Mo family was rich and powerful for many generations, and the coffins were all made of high-quality gloomy wood. After stripping the soil layer, the coffins were well preserved and there was a sound of knocking.
Several workers jumped down from the grave, grabbed the hemp rope with thick arms and put it on the coffin.
Mo Chongxi asked: "Master Sang, what about this tombstone?"
Sang Yu glanced at the ancestor of the Mo family standing on a high place: "Didn't you tell you to bring a sledgehammer? You smashed it!"
With a wave of Mo Chongxi, several people walked forward with a sledgehammer, and the tombstone quickly turned into useless rubble.
After the ropes were set, the workers took their positions and shouted: "One, two, three, up!"
A frightening scene happened: four people carried a coffin, each of them was a strong man, but the three coffins were all motionless.
There was a gleam of light in the eyes of the ancestor of the Mo family, and he looked at him coldly.
The twelve people tried several times, but they all returned without success. One of them knew some folk customs, took off the wooden stick on his shoulder, and ran to Sang Tong: "Miss Sang, this is not a good omen, isn't it? The three of you don't want to leave, the more you lift, the lighter it is..."
Sang Tong smiled and called out, "Lian Zi."
"Here we come, Sister Tong~"
Tang Lianzi handed over Sang Tong's pre-prepared backpack, and everyone's eyes flicked, all focused on the backpack, wanting to see what magic weapon was inside.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Sang Tong took out three big radishes, one foot long, green and white, watery from the bag!
This kind of radish has extremely high water content and contains a little sugar. It can be sliced and eaten raw, and it is very thirst-quenching!
But in the current atmosphere, in this environment, there are three big radishes, which is a bit out of harmony.
Only the ancestor of the Mo family changed his face when he saw the radish.
He knew that he had met an expert, and he couldn't keep these three coffins.
"Lianzi, take care. If you encounter similar situations in the future, prepare a few radishes in advance."
"Yes, sister Tong."
Sang Tong was carrying a radish, and threw one into a hole: "Come on, carry it again."
"One, two, three, up!"
With a "crack" of wooden boards rubbing against the hemp rope, the three coffins were lifted up.
Tang Lianzi asked in surprise, "Sister Tong, why is that?"
Sang Tong smiled, and patiently explained: "This is called a radish and a hole. We dug such a big hole. If we want to take something out of it, we have to fill it back."
"Oh~ I see."
"Mr. Mo, raise the banner!"
According to Sang Tong's previous instructions, Mo Chongxi waved the soul-calling banner and shouted loudly: "Grandpa, grandma, grandson has brought the second elder back to his new home."
Repeated three times, the souls of Mo Chengsi and Su Lan appeared behind the coffin, Su Lan gave Mu Rong and Sang Tong a grateful look.
Sang Tong snorted triumphantly, and gave the ancestor of the Mo family a look: "Let's go!"
With a "crash", Mu Rong summoned the soul chain, trapping Mo Chengsi and Su Lan.
Sang Tong raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing?"
Murong replied coldly: "Just in case."
"There is a banner in front of the summoning soul, and the coffin is also being carried. They can't run around!"
"I said, just in case."
Sang Tong gouged out Mu Rong's eyes and let her go.
On the other side, Lin Huan directed the workers to build the grave.
The number, orientation, and orientation of the heads in each grave must be the same, and Sang Tong left a special drawing.
The overall geomantic omen of this new cemetery is not as good as that of the old tomb. In this day and age, human bodies have become filthy. It is very difficult to find a geomantic treasure that is on par with the old tomb.
However, within a few days, Sang Tong had tried his best to find such a piece of land.
In the process of looking at the land, Sang Tong sighed more than once: Maybe it's not that there is no treasure land, but that she doesn't have such a high morality.
In order to protect themselves from being destroyed, some ground veins that have cultivated aura often secretly circulate the surrounding water lines and vegetation to camouflage them.
Although she is an authentic descendant of the Dao, there are countless ways to subdue demons, and this kind of "Warlock" is used for food, and she can only be regarded as slightly better than some "masters" on the market.
Like the discoverer of the ancestral tomb of the Mohist family—the wandering Taoist priest at the mouth of the Mochong River.
People can use only a hairpin to accurately point the veins of the earth, and calculate the direction of the earth veins in the next 800 years. Every time Sang Tong thinks about it, he is both envious and admired.
Sang Tong also said to Mo Chongxi: This new ancestral grave can only protect the three generations of the Mo family at most, that is to say, let Mo Chongxi's generation maintain the status quo. In this new ancestral grave, we should find another place.
The Mo family is powerful, so they specially bought a van and placed the coffin of the ancestors in the carriage. Sang Tong checked the time: 7:30.
Should be able to complete satisfactorily.
Few people spoke, and the interior of the three vans was very quiet.
The speed of the car was kept within the maximum speed allowed by the traffic regulations, and the destination was reached in three hours.
Another group of people had already waited at the foot of the mountain, and eight people carried a coffin together, and the speed up the mountain was much faster.
Everyone cooperated tacitly, and completed Sang Tong's instructions intensively, filling in the last shovel of soil, and the timing was just right.
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