Uncle Nine: Starting with double pupils, he turned his master into a zombie.

Seeing everyone struggling to bring over the crane frame to lift the coffin, Li Yu didn't have the patience to wait.

The bone whip instantly materialized, and with a wave of its hand, it wrapped around the coffin that was exposed above the soil.

With a gentle touch.

boom!

With dirt flying everywhere, the coffin was actually pulled out!

This horrifying scene immediately drew gasps of alarm.

"Hiss... why did that whip seem to appear out of nowhere?"

"Such strength! Does Master Ren have such an extraordinary person by his side?"

"I'm so envious! If I had that kind of energy, I could carry a thousand bags of bricks a day!"

"Useless! With that kind of skill, wouldn't you be making a fortune as a bandit?"

"I've reported it. I'll tell Captain Wei in a bit. You're dead!"

"........."

Hearing the exclamations and praises of the people around him, Uncle Nine helplessly rubbed his forehead and let out a long sigh.

Fellow Daoist Li... you really do whatever you want, without any scruples!

There is an unwritten consensus in the cultivation world.

That is, not to easily display one's magical powers in front of ordinary people.

But clearly, Li Yu didn't care about this consensus.

The coffin landed steadily. Li Yu released the bone whip in his hand, stepped forward and gently pushed, causing the coffin lid to fly out and embed itself in the ground.

Buzz.....

A terrifying aura emanated from the area, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet!

Even though it was noon, the hottest time of the day, everyone felt a chill for no apparent reason!

Just then, a flock of crows came cawing from the mountains and forests, lingering in the sky for a long time, as if foreshadowing an ominous event!

The crowd went forward to look.

The corpse inside the coffin showed no signs of decay whatsoever!

The skin was tight and purplish, with a hint of paleness!

Upon seeing this, Master Ren immediately knelt down and shouted.

"Father! I'm so sorry to have troubled you like this!"

Ren Tingting also knelt down.

"grandfather!"

Uncle Nine's pupils contracted, and his brows furrowed into a straight line.

Grandpa Ren... has turned into a zombie?!

If what Fellow Daoist Li said is true.

What exactly was that feng shui master from twenty years ago trying to do? Was he raising a corpse?

Is the exhumation and reburial intended to use the Ren family's blood to elevate the zombie's spiritual power?

Thinking of this, Uncle Nine's expression became somewhat solemn.

But I didn't have too many reservations.

After all, this zombie was just a purple zombie, only slightly showing signs of becoming a white zombie.

In terms of cultivation level, that's only the peak of Qi Refining.

No big problem, it can be easily solved!

Uncle Nine is now wondering if the feng shui master behind that might be up to something else...

At this moment, Li Yu's body was infused with magical power, and his double pupils moved slightly.

He could clearly see that a strong aura of malevolence was hidden within the old man's body!

Once activated, you can instantly become a white zombie!

Then we'll drain Mr. Ren and Ren Tingting dry...

This old master has the potential to become a green zombie, which is at the Golden Core level!

Wow, this feng shui master is quite talented!

Using the principles of feng shui to nourish corpses is an incredibly mysterious technique.

It was far beyond what he could achieve by relying on the unique nature of the Twelve Hours Yin Jiang Technique and by luck to meet Li Yu, his good master!

At this moment, after wailing, Master Ren stood up and said...

"What's the next step? Relocate the grave?"

Uncle Nine spoke seriously.

"No, things have changed for Old Master Ren. The burial plot I prepared is no longer big enough for him."

"Mr. Ren, I propose we cremate him on the spot!"

Upon hearing this, Master Ren immediately refused.

"Cremation? No way! My father was terrified of fire when he was alive. How can I, as his son, cremate him!"

After saying that, Master Ren suddenly remembered something and looked at Li Yu.

It was obvious that his opinion needed to be sought.

It's clear that if Li Yu wanted to be cremated, Master Ren would grit his teeth and agree.

Seeing this, Uncle Nine couldn't help but shake his head, feeling a little jealous.

Who exactly is in charge of feng shui?

"Just do it your way."

Li Yu responded calmly.

Uncle Nine immediately covered his face in pain.

How could Fellow Daoist Li not see that Old Master Ren had already turned into a corpse? Isn't this just making things worse?

Thinking of this, he quickly offered some words of advice.

"Mr. Ren, there will be trouble if we don't cremate him!"

Having received Li Yu's response, Master Ren felt emboldened and firmly replied.

"Anything is fine, just no cremation. Think of another way!"

"Mr. Ren, you'll regret this!"

"Uncle Jiu, I am the employer!"

Uncle Nine is out of ideas.

"Sigh... fine then."

"Then we'll temporarily store it at the mortuary. I'll try my best to find another burial plot for Old Master Ren in the next few days."

After the matter was over, the group carried the coffin down the mountain to the mortuary.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, I'll be taking my leave now."

Seeing that Li Yu was about to leave with the others, Uncle Jiu wanted to stop him and ask him some questions, but seeing that there were many people around, he temporarily stopped himself from doing so.

"See you later, Fellow Daoist Li!"

Watching the group descend the mountain, Uncle Nine shook his head and sighed deeply.

He didn't believe Li Yu couldn't see that Old Master Ren had turned into a corpse.

So... there must be other reasons behind this!

What is Fellow Daoist Li thinking?

A feng shui master from twenty years ago? Or...?

Thinking about the days spent searching for a tomb, Uncle Nine felt a headache coming on and stopped thinking about it.

He summoned Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng and gave them instructions.

"You two burn a plum blossom incense array in the tomb, and come back and tell me how it turns out."

"In addition, incense was lit at the surrounding graves so that they could also receive some offerings."

"Yes, Master!"

"Don't worry, Master!"

Having already been taught a lesson today, Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng obediently nodded, without uttering a single word of dissent.

Seeing this, Uncle Nine turned and walked towards the crowd.

He was to oversee the matters concerning the temporary placement of the mortuary by the next patriarch.

After everyone had left.

Wen Cai rubbed his head and immediately complained.

"Ouch, Qiusheng! Master's been getting increasingly brutal lately!"

"Aren't we his most beloved disciples anymore?"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Sheng shook his head and urged him on.

"Stop talking and get to work! If we're late, Master might punish us again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Sheng took a bundle of incense and headed to a nearby cemetery.

Because Dong Xiaoyu is currently inside the dark cloud bag, serving as a maid to her good master.

Qiu Sheng didn't encounter anything strange while offering incense this time.

Facing Dong Xiaoyu's tombstone, they only sighed a few times before moving on to the next one.

The eerie sound of gratitude did not come.

I wonder if Qiu Sheng would be happy or sad if he knew about this.

Ghost Rider, he doesn't know if he'll ever have another chance in his life.

Soon, Wencai arrived in a hurry with incense in his hand.

The three incense sticks were tied together, and they should have burned out at the same time, but instead two burned short and one burned long!

"Qiusheng, look at how well this incense is burning!"

"Oh no! Go back and tell Master!"

Even if the two of them were as stupid as pigs, they were still cultivators, so they naturally knew that two bad things and one good thing were not a good thing!

Rushing back to the mortuary.

At this time, Uncle Nine had already settled Old Master Ren in.

Several small paper figures were placed around it to serve.

All I can say is that Mr. Ren is quite filial; at least he showed a great deal of respect for tradition.

Taking the remaining incense sticks, Uncle Nine wasn't too surprised. He sighed and said...

"People are most afraid of three long and two short, and incense is most afraid of two short and one long."

"If this incense is emitted from a house, someone must have died!"

As he spoke, Uncle Nine turned his head and saw Wen Cai reaching for the offering sesame cakes.

"Why?!"

When Wencai realized he had been discovered, he smiled sullenly, put down the sesame seed cake, and said something without thinking.

"Someone died? Whose family? The Ren family?"

Uncle Nine glared and slammed his knuckles down.

"Could this be it?"

Wen Cai covered his head, glared at Qiu Sheng who was snickering beside him, and spoke.

"Master, the Ren family has that Master Li, isn't he very powerful? How could something have happened to him?"

"Fellow Daoist Li is indeed formidable, but given the feng shui indications, we must be cautious."

"Bring me paper, pen, ink, sword, and blade!"

Qiu Sheng was arranging the offerings, deciding which one to eat later, when he didn't hear clearly and asked subconsciously.

"What?"

"Yellow paper, red pen, black ink, real knife, wooden sword!"

"Okay, okay... I understand!"

Fearing that Uncle Jiu would hit him, Qiu Sheng quickly turned and ran to get his things.

Wen Cai, fearing he might suffer an undeserved disaster, followed suit.

Seeing this, Uncle Nine sighed deeply.

Having these two rebellious disciples is truly a terrible misfortune for me!