If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 454 Purchase of a Grave
Because Master Xuanyin asked quite detailed questions and asked Xiaoyu to repeat the process of exposing the old man's tricks in Minshan several times, Xiaoyu himself was quite good at talking nonsense.

She talked in the teahouse for quite a long time, nearly an hour.

An hour ago, the team in Lushui Lane who came to worship Peony had already thinned out.

She thought that Fat Moler had already carried the coffin and was waiting for her at the intersection, waiting for her to come out of the teahouse and then leave the city immediately.

Unexpectedly, an hour later, Lushui Lane was blocked by a dense crowd of people.

After a quick scan, there were at least two to three thousand people!
Xiao Yu took some real effort to squeeze in and found Aunt Liu standing in front of the big memorial table, distributing burning incense to the worshippers.

A large table was placed in front of the coffin, with a piece of white deerskin cloth in the middle. On the cloth lay He Xuan's head, whose eyes were open after death. In front of the head was a large incense burner as big as a washbasin, which was densely filled with burning incense sticks.

More incense has burned out, leaving only the roots.

Aunt Liu wiped the sweat from her forehead, pulled out a handful of incense roots and threw them into the basket beside her.

The bamboo basket that could hold twenty or thirty large white radishes was actually filled with incense roots and paper ashes.

"Fairy Yu, thank you for avenging Miss Shaoyao. Please accept my greeting!"

"Fairy Yu, you are indeed very righteous. In order to avenge your friend, you even dared to kill the disciple of Shangbang Sword Immortal. I admire you very much. Please accept my greeting!"

As soon as Xiaoyu jumped out of the ghost path, seven or eight people immediately shouted and bowed to her.

"Thank you all for coming to see Sister Shaoyao off for the last time."

Although she didn't know how sincere they were, Xiaoyu expressed her gratitude sincerely.

After all, this was Shaoyao's memorial hall. They did not bother her to talk. They just called out to her, bowed a few times, lit a stick of incense for Shaoyao, and left in an orderly manner.

It was not until three or four o'clock in the afternoon that the number of people worshiping peonies began to decrease again.

"I want to bury Sister Shaoyao before dark. Have you found a grave?" Xiaoyu asked Aunt Liu beside her in a low voice.

The two of them, together with Fat Moler, entertained more than ten thousand "guests" who came to worship Peony.

Xiaoyu was fine. After killing He Xuan, she resolved Sister Shaoyao's resentment and she was temporarily calm.

As long as she is calm, with her current level of strength, she can hold on no matter how long it takes.

Aunt Liu also hadn't slept all night and was exhausted. She was worried that Li Rongji would really want her life, and she was already exhausted.

Fat Moler has not yet recovered from his injury and is in very bad condition. He is now relying entirely on his willpower to hold on.

If the coffin continues to be placed here, Xiaoyu believes that people will come to worship until dark.

But she planned to bury Sister Shaoyao today.

If we really wait until dark, it will be impossible to select a grave, bury the body, erect a tombstone, etc.

Aunt Liu said, "We got the news at noon. There are three plots of land in total. One is near Howling Wind Bay, about two miles away from Wuthering Heights. The feng shui is average, but it is far from Tianmen Town and quiet enough.

The other piece of land is outside the north city gate, on "Bald Mountain" adjacent to Caijiazhuang.

The mountain is rocky and bare, with few trees and lots of weeds, but standing on the top of the mountain, you can see Lianghe River in the distance.

You said there should be mountains and water.

The last piece of land is a real Feng Shui treasure land.

Do you know the Chen family in Qingren Lane, Tianmen Town?"

"Qingren Lane" Xiao Yu only thought about it briefly and immediately remembered, "But Chen Fugui's house?"

The Chen family of Qingren Lane is also considered a prominent family in Tianmen Town.

A hundred years ago, the ancestor of the Chen family worked as a "doctor" in Daqin and served the emperor Zheng who had just passed away.

But by the time of Chen Fugui's generation, it had completely declined.

Chen Fugui inherited his ancestors' wealth and noble reputation, but he was uneducated since childhood and was good at eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. He was especially addicted to gambling and could not control himself.

Before his family fortune was squandered, he almost didn't want to return home.

He gambled day and night, and now all he has left is a house, a wife, and three children.

The ancestral home of the Chen family in Qingren Lane was sold long ago, but there is still one shop facing the street behind the Chen family left.

Aunt Liu said: "It is the Chen family. Chen Fugui wants to sell Cuiping Hill outside the East City Gate. It is Cuiping Mountain. It is a big and beautiful mountain. It is evergreen all year round and overlooks all directions. It is clear at a glance.

From a distance, it looks like a screen in Tianmen Town, a perfect Feng Shui location. Do you want to buy it?"

Xiao Yu was surprised and said: "Cui Ping Xian is indeed good, but that is our ancestral grave, can we still sell our ancestral grave?

Even if he is willing to sell it, I can’t buy it!
All the good places are used to bury the Chen family. I bought a second-hand ancestral tomb. How should I place Sister Shaoyao?"

Aunt Liu said, "Miao Tuzi promised me that as long as he captured Cuiping Hill, he would empty the tombs and coffins on the mountain."

Xiao Yu was startled again and asked, "Are you going to dig up the Chen family's ancestral grave and take out the coffin?"

Aunt Liu said, "It's a relocation. The Chen family is small, and only the head of the family is buried on the mountain. There are about seven or eight coffins, and they will be dug out soon."

Xiao Yu frowned and said, "It is indeed a wicked person doing wicked things.

Miao Tuzi will definitely go to the eighteenth level of hell after his death, so this one thing doesn't matter, but I don't want to ruin his good deeds."

Aunt Liu explained in a low voice: "It's not considered as a violation of virtue, it's a custom.

Just think about it, how many dignitaries have died in Yingxiang Prefecture and Tianmen Town over the past thousands of years?

They had already occupied all the Feng Shui treasures in the vicinity. Wouldn't later generations bury their dead in Feng Shui treasures?

For example, Cuiping Hill of the Chen family, such a good place, was it the Chen family that discovered it first?

The wealthy houses in the human world will change owners, and the houses in the underworld are the same. Last year it was the Zhang family, this year it was the Li family, and next year it will be your Yu Fengxian family's turn."

"No! I want Sister Shaoyao to rest in peace. We can't move the ancestral graves. Let's go to..." Xiaoyu thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to Fenghou Bay! That 'Bald Mountain', just by the name and description, I know it's not a good place."

Aunt Liu wanted to say a few more words.

She personally liked Cui Pingxian very much, and had even thought about it in her mind: If the prince really tied her life to He Xuan's, she would have to choose a grave for herself as soon as possible. It would be perfect for her to live next door to Shaoyao.

Living in Cuipingshan, it is very close to Tianmen Town, and you can even overlook part of the city blocks from the top of the mountain.

But when she thought of what Xiaoyu said about "damaging one's virtue", she hesitated again.

While Aunt Liu was still daydreaming, Xiao Yu had already taken a few steps forward, bowed to the people around her, and said loudly: "Dear fellow villagers, thank you for your kindness to Sister Shaoyao, and thank you for coming to see her off for the last time.

However, it is already late today and Sister Shaoyao’s resentment has been resolved, so it is time to bury her.

After I bury Sister Shaoyao, if you still have any lingering thoughts about her, you can go to the grave and burn a stick of incense."

"Alas, Fairy Yu, wait a moment longer, and let us pay our respects from afar."

Some people who had not yet lined up stood at the entrance of the alley and bowed respectfully three times in the direction of the coffin.

With this example in place, others who didn't get the chance will follow suit.

Xiao Yu returned the greetings to all four directions. When this group of people had finished, Xiao Yu immediately asked Fat Moler to carry the coffin, while she herself grabbed a table leg with one hand, held up the altar and led the way.

The combination is striking.

However, He Xuan was preparing to leave Yingxiang Mansion early in the morning when it was just dawn.

The incident of "Yu Fengxian killing people to sacrifice to his friend" has been fermenting for a day, and many people know about it.

Although everyone's eyes were fixed on her and the coffin, no one was surprised or cried out.

On the contrary, wherever Xiaoyu passed, everyone silently made way for a wide path.

Even though some people were pointing and talking, or covering their mouths and whispering, they were mainly talking about He Xuan's head on the altar.

It is actually quite common to see coffins on the streets.

The heads of the nobles of Shangbang were used as sacrifices and paraded through the streets.

Yingxiang Mansion is a unique example of a mansion with a history of thousands of years.

"Alas, I originally thought that Yi Shaoyao was a beautiful woman with a tragic fate, but now seeing how glorious her death was, with the whole city attending her funeral and everyone in awe of her, I began to envy her and think that she had a really good life."

Aunt Liu did not leave, but still stayed beside Xiaoyu, with a very complicated tone and expression.

She said she was envious, and there was genuine envy on her face.

Even Mrs. Huo, who she thought had the best fate, would not have been as glorious as Shaoyao is now when she died.

The respect of the people on the street was absolutely genuine. Although the source of their respect was Xiao Fengxian and the head of He Xuan on the altar, at this moment, the object of their respect was the peony in the coffin.

Not many people respect the village girl, but once she marries the Human Emperor, the way people look at her and their attitude towards her immediately change.

Peony is in a similar situation at this time.

If there had not been the battle of revenge this morning, if there had not been the head of the nobleman from the upper state placed on the altar, if Shaoyao had died in obscurity in a mass grave, not to mention thousands of people burying her, there wouldn't even be anyone to pay tribute to her.

When talking about her, acquaintances with conscience would sigh "a beauty with a tragic fate", while those without conscience would sneer "a bitch is a bitch after all, no matter how famous she is, she is still a slut."

Aunt Liu has seen too much and experienced too many times.

She deeply understood the difference between Shaoyao and other famous prostitutes who were "beautiful but unfortunate".

For example, her childhood friend Qing Ling.
——Even someone as gentle as Shaoyao has become a resentful ghost. Qingling was so proud and young, she must have been full of resentment back then, right? No one would redress her grievances, no one would help her resolve her resentment.

"Hey, Aunt Liu, Aunt Liu"

Aunt Liu came back to her senses from her wandering thoughts and looked in the direction of the voice. She saw Miao Tuzi standing in the crowd, waving at her with a flattering smile on his face.

Aunt Liu fell a few steps behind, but did not stop.

Miao Tuzi was very tactful and immediately trotted over. He first looked at Xiao Yu, who was holding the altar with one hand, with complicated eyes, and then asked in a low voice: "How about it, Fairy Yu, do you like the Cuipingxian of the Chen family?"

"She thought that moving someone else's ancestral grave would damage her virtue, so she didn't want Cuiping Hill." Aunt Liu said.

Miao Tuzi was anxious and said, "Mr. Chen originally planned to sell Cuiping Hill. If he didn't sell it, his family would be starving.

Now that Fairy Yu has bought Cuiping Hill, it is not a loss of merit, but a gain of merit.”

Aunt Liu sighed, "How could she not know the situation of the Chen family?
But she didn't want Shaoyao to be disturbed, so she said no and let Master Chen sell it to someone else."

Miao Tuzi said: "How can we find a big customer to take over Cuiping Hill in such a hurry?
It's winter now. If we delay for two more days, the Chen family will starve to death. Fairy Yu, why don't you do something good and save Mr. Chen's family? "

Aunt Liu glanced at him and asked, "How much did Cui Pingxian bid? How much will fall into Master Chen's hands?"

Miao Tuzi smiled awkwardly and said, "Aunt Liu, we earn some hard-earned money as a helper, but in the end, don't we still spend it on Hongxiufang?"

He bowed to Aunt Liu again and again, "Aunt, please talk to Fairy Yu again. Baldy, I would like to thank you on behalf of Master Chen."

"She's walking ahead. Why don't you go find her yourself? Don't you know each other?" Aunt Liu said.

Miao Tuzi said awkwardly: "In the past, we did have some friendship, but since she left Hongxiufang, I haven't seen her again.

Now when I see her, I feel uneasy.

Especially when I saw the head on the altar, I was terrified and very scared. "

"You didn't provoke her, what are you afraid of?"

Miao Tuzi smiled bitterly and said: "The nobleman from Shangbang didn't provoke her much. I feel that Fairy Yu now is a bit like the legendary swordsman who hates evil.

If you encounter a bad guy, just draw your sword and kill him.

I don’t think I’m a very good person.”

——You still have some self-awareness.

Aunt Liu grumbled in her heart, but still refused, saying, "It is indeed unlucky to dig up other people's ancestral graves.

Xiao Fengxian bought a Feng Shui treasure land in order to bury Shaoyao and let her rest in peace.

Do we want to bury Shaoyao in the same grave where the Chen family's ancestors had been buried for decades?"

When in the city, passers-by would bow and worship when they saw the altar and coffin.

Xiaoyu would also express his thanks verbally, so although his steps were fast, they were not as fast as flying.

As soon as she got out of the east gate of Tianmen Town, she got ready, ready to pull the fat monk "Feng Xu Yu Feng".

"Fairy Yu, Miss Yu, wait a moment~~"

A strong horse carrying a ragged young man came galloping from behind.

Xiaoyu has very good eyesight and can recognize people from a distance of dozens of feet.

Chen Fugui!
She had a good memory and still remembered that the first time she met Chen Fugui was when she followed Aunt Liu to Busigui.

It was morning then, and because the Thousand-Handed Thief Saint had stolen the Eight Trigrams Heavenly Master Talisman, both Tianmen Town and Yingxiang Prefecture were on full alert. Many second-rate guys were holding out for a gambler, Chen Fugui.

On that day, Chen Fugui was dressed in gorgeous clothes. Although his face was haggard, his forehead was full and he looked a little wealthy.

At this time, he had an unshaven beard, a pale face and thin body. He was almost as thin as a lightning bolt due to hunger and cold.

But even though he was so poor, he was riding a good horse.

His fur was shiny and glossy, and he was fat and strong. It was obvious that he ate better than Chen Fugui.

"Whoa~~" After arriving next to Xiaoyu, Chen Fugui took a lot of effort to control the reins and stop the horse.

They are very unskilled and the healthy horse is not very obedient.

——This is not his horse.

——Miao Tuzi asked him to chase after him.

Xiao Yu understood something and asked, "Mr. Chen, what do you want from me?"

(End of this chapter)