All Heavens: Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts Starting from the Republic of China

Fu Ze spoke each word clearly.

"Experience tells me that in this situation, it's highly likely that the deceased had unfulfilled wishes. And, they were extremely strong obsessions."

"Once the coffin hits the ground, the corpse's energy will connect with the earth's vein energy. If it is moved without cause, related relatives will experience problems to varying degrees. And if it hits the ground within fifty meters of the house, the situation will be even more serious. This means..."

He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over the funeral procession in front of him.

"This means that the person inside the coffin at least wanted to take one person from the scene with her!"

His voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.

As soon as he finished speaking, the funeral procession erupted in uproar.

"Nonsense! Alarmist talk."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"We've come to the funeral to express our sorrow for Xiaoqi, not to listen to your ghost stories."

"But tonight seems really strange. Could Xiaoqi really be turning into a ghost?"

There was a lot of discussion.

As the village chief, Feng hope was clearly very authoritative, and he shouted angrily.

"Shut up, all of you!"

The noisy queue instantly fell silent.

He looked at Fu Ze.

"Please explain, Mr. Fu, what exactly happened? My granddaughter died under mysterious circumstances. Now you're saying she wanted to take someone with her? Who did she want to take?"

As he spoke, Feng hope's eyes were filled with grief as he stared blankly at the coffin; his expression was genuine.

It's clear that this old village chief truly adores his granddaughter.

Fu Ze shook his head.

"I don't know about that. Village Chief Feng, come here, I want to talk to you alone."

So Feng hope moved closer.

Fu Ze whispered in his ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Old village chief, I suspect that your granddaughter did not die accidentally, but was murdered."

Upon hearing this, Feng hope trembled violently, and a fierce aura rose from his body.

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, looking like he was about to devour someone.

"Don't act impulsively!"

Fu Ze pressed down on his shoulder and continued speaking quickly.

"Because only those who were murdered would harbor such great resentment. That would attract all sorts of evil spirits and repeatedly prevent the eight pallbearers from proceeding."

"Mr. Fu, tell me who killed my granddaughter! I will make him pay with his life!"

Feng hope trembled all over.

Fu Ze shook his head.

"I don't know either, but based on the current situation, it's highly likely she didn't commit suicide."

"What should I do then?"

At this moment, Feng hope had already regarded Fu Ze as his lifeline and backbone.

Fu Ze whispered some instructions to him.

"First, choose someone you absolutely trust, someone who is physically strong and quick-witted, and have them leave the funeral procession immediately. Then, deliberately announce publicly that you are going to town overnight and notify the police to come and investigate."

"Tell them you've discovered something and think this is a murder case. Have them question everyone in the funeral procession to see if they can find any clues."

After all, if Feng Xiaoqi was really murdered, the killer couldn't possibly remain completely calm.

Especially after experiencing the bizarre scene just now, if the police come to question them again, they might break down their psychological defenses.

Calling the police is secondary; it's just for show. The real purpose is to deliberately "stir up trouble."

"After that, the coffin can't be moved for the time being. The clothes will prevent it from getting contaminated with the earth's energy, so let's just leave it here for tonight. Coffin maker Feng and I will keep watch here tonight."

"Your men, don't disperse. Go back to your homes and rest, and wait for the police to arrive."

If it were an ordinary citizen, the police wouldn't even give them a second glance at this late at night.

They might even beat up the people who come to their door!

But the situation was different for the local gentry, Master Feng.

We definitely have to rush over tonight.

Fu Ze's explanation deeply moved Feng hope.

He gave the other person a deep look.

"Brother Fu, once this matter is resolved, I, Feng, will surely reward you handsomely!"

After saying that, he turned around and did as Fu Ze had told him to do...

Fu Ze then walked back to Feng Wencai and the other eight pallbearers, and sat cross-legged on the ground with them. He didn't care about the mud that had stained his clothes.

Feng Wencai hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Young Master Fu, if I may ask, what were you talking about with Master Feng just now?"

The other eight immortals were also very curious.

Fu Ze sighed.

"Actually, you all have more or less guessed what's going on with this coffin after carrying it for so many years, right? I'm just stating the facts directly."

He repeated what he had said to Feng hope.

After hearing this, the Eight Immortals all fell silent.

Feng Wencai's expression changed several times, and he gritted his teeth and said.

"If it wasn't an accidental death, but a violent one, then resentment would be rampant. In that case, I'm afraid I shouldn't go into the grave I chose earlier."

Fu Ze didn't know much about feng shui, so he asked for advice out of curiosity.

Feng Wencai explained that the burial site he chose for Feng Xiaoqi had a "jade belt encircling the waist" feng shui layout. It was balanced and peaceful, and burying her there would bless her family with great wealth and prosperity.

But the premise is that the body itself must be fine and the death must be natural!

If the person was murdered, their resentment is deep and their malevolent aura is fierce.

If we really put it in, the evil energy and the aura of the jade belt will collide, and the entire Feng family will probably decline and even die out!

Feng Wencai sighed and looked at the coffin beside him with complicated emotions.

"Thank goodness for the little girl in the coffin... Perhaps she knew she couldn't be buried in that grave, which is why she insisted on stopping. She probably didn't want to harm her family, right?"

He felt a wave of fear wash over him.

I see……

Fu Ze nodded slightly.

Only then did he realize that different methods of death could alter or even reverse the auspiciousness of certain feng shui sites.

His grandfather hadn't taught him this. He learned it in this strange world, though!

……

Following Fu Ze's instructions, Feng hope allowed the funeral procession to return to the Feng family mansion to rest.

One person is missing from the group; they must have gone to the police station to report the incident.

Fu Ze and eight coffin bearers spent the night guarding the coffin.

As long as they can survive until dawn, no matter how fierce the creature in the coffin is, it's just an ordinary corpse. It won't cause any more trouble!

At this moment, the coffin appeared relatively quiet, and the black smoke that had been seeping out from the cracks had stopped.

But it gives people a strange sense of oppression.

Suddenly, a loud "boom" resounded in the sky!

A series of muffled thunderclaps rolled by.

Feng Wencai's expression changed drastically.

"Why...why is there thunder tonight? That shouldn't be happening!"

Just now, when the funeral procession was taking place, the moon was bright and the stars were few, and the sky was clear.

Fu Ze raised his head.

Dark, heavy clouds had appeared in the sky, gathering rapidly like a flock of birds. The moon and stars disappeared behind them.

call!

A strong wind picked up all around, causing the weeds along the country dirt road to sway and bend.

Fu Ze looked at the coffin next to him.

The yellow talisman he had just pasted on had its edges peeling up from the strong wind.

He took a step.

In a flash, the person was already next to the coffin.

With a slap, the talisman was pressed firmly back onto the coffin lid.

"If it's just a gust of wind, it's fine, but if..."

If it rains heavily, his [evil-repelling talisman] will get soaked.

The inscription on it was blurred by the water and thus completely lost its effect.

He no longer has any extra talismans on him!

The only good news is that the spiritual energy he had just exhausted has actually been restored by a wisp!

It is evident that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was truly abundant in this otherworldly realm during the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China.

Fu Ze didn't even need to actively activate his family's Xuanmen cultivation technique to absorb it.

Just like a new energy electric vehicle, it can travel without charging!

It's absolutely amazing.

One of the coffin bearers asked cautiously.

"Aren't all evil spirits afraid of lightning? Wouldn't it be safer if there was lightning?"

Feng Wencai also sighed.

"It's fine if the thunder keeps going off, but I'm afraid it will stop when the rain starts later."

"Besides, it's not spring or summer now. Autumn thunder and winter thunder are both yin in nature, and they not only have no deterrent effect on yin creatures, but sometimes they can even make them more rampant."

"Come on, let's hurry back and get some plastic sheeting and support poles. We can just build a makeshift awning to cover the coffin!"

He quickly got up, pulled up the two most capable coffin bearers who had driven up, and turned to run towards the Feng family compound.

Fu Ze shook his head and gave a wry smile.

"It's too late!"

He stretched out his palm, and could keenly sense the silvery lines of rain falling from his palm, which quickly grew quite large.

Almost as soon as Fu Ze finished speaking, a torrential downpour began.

Splash, splash!

A rare autumn downpour in the southern region instantly engulfed the entire area.

Just as Fu Ze had predicted, the [Exorcising Talisman] he had stuck on the coffin lid instantly blurred, and the inscription written in cinnabar on it disappeared.

Moreover, because the sudden rain was so heavy, a layer of misty water vapor rose up from the ground almost instantly.

The pitch-black night was like an airtight blanket, pressing the coffin and the nine people beneath it.

The once brightly lit Feng family mansion in the distance was now just a blurry outline shrouded in rain.

The coffin, soaked by the torrential rain, turned an even darker black.

It was like darkness itself.

Everyone fell silent.

Everyone, including Fu Ze, was well aware that something unexpected was bound to happen.

But when and how will it happen...?

All they can do is to be on their toes and face it!

Soon, Fu Ze heard a series of creaking and groaning sounds.

It's like someone pushing a piece of wood with force, creating the sound of compression.

At the same time, there seemed to be faint sounds of a woman crying.

Seemingly far, yet near.

Even amidst the torrential downpour, the sound was clearly audible—as if it were drilling directly into their ears.

Fu Ze's gaze was stern, and his voice was deep.

"It's coming. Get ready to fight."

Crack!

A bolt of lightning suddenly streaked across the sky, illuminating the surroundings with a blinding white light.

Fu Ze, Feng Wencai, and the others saw it through the lightning!

The coffin lid, which had been sealed shut with long iron nails, was now tilting upwards dramatically! Nails were also protruding outwards from all around.

It's as if there's an enormous force inside the coffin trying to squeeze out the "coffin nails" and flip the coffin lid over.

And then there was the sound of fingernails scratching, which also came from inside the coffin!

"Bring me the rope!"

Feng Wencai shouted and, with lightning speed, threw the thick hemp rope onto the coffin lid.

Then several "Eight Immortals" rushed over and helped wrap the coffin around several times.

Liu Pangzi, Dahei, and the other coffin bearers took the opportunity to swing their carrying poles like hammers, knocking back the coffin nails that had been protruding halfway out from under the female corpse inside the coffin.

They wanted to suppress this ferocious creature that was about to rise from the dead!

However, the coffin was still shaking violently and making strange noises.

It's fortunate that Feng Wencai reacted quickly!

Otherwise, if the coffin lid is opened and a fight breaks out with the ferocious female corpse that has emerged from the coffin, things could get really complicated.

"That was close!"

Fu Ze also felt his heart pounding wildly.

Although he appeared calm, he was actually a little flustered inside!

In Fu Ze's own world, during the Dharma-ending Age, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was almost exhausted. Although cultivators were pitifully few, vicious and evil spirits were also pitifully few and weak.

Simply put, Fu Ze used to play "stomp games"!

He unilaterally crushed the evil spirits.

Someone like Wang Xinren, who could make Fu Ze expend most of his spiritual energy and talismans, is already extremely powerful.

But upon arriving in this world, he immediately faces a "life-or-death situation"!

Feng Wencai gave a wry smile.

"Looks like tonight's going to be tough. That Miss Feng in the coffin probably won't be quiet."

"Brother Fu, could you and my brother Skinny Monkey please make a quick trip back to the Feng family mansion and fetch a few more 'Qi Si Feng Lanterns'? Having some light might help, and we'll be able to see more clearly."

"it is good."

Without further ado, Fu Ze turned around and ran quickly toward the Feng family mansion, which was only a hundred or two meters away.

The two ran back to the house.

Feng hope and the others naturally had no desire to sleep, and were quite curious when they saw the two suddenly return.

"Brother Fu, what's wrong with you...?"

"Don't ask, there's no time to explain. Give me all the lamps in your house, the kind with all the oil completely filled. Then stay inside and don't come out. Otherwise, you'll face the consequences."

Feng hope quickly had someone bring over all the glass-covered gas lamps in the house.

Fu Ze and the skinny monkey grabbed the items and turned to rush into the rain.

The distance of 100 meters was not far, and the two quickly ran back to the location where the coffin was placed.

Six of the eight "Eight Immortals" tightly bound the coffin lid with thick hemp ropes.

The remaining person came over to help, took the oil lamps with glass and rainproof cloth, and placed them in the four corners of the coffin, so that the light could illuminate the coffin.

crunch...

The coffin was still vibrating and making noise, and the hands of Feng Wencai and the others were red from being tied with ropes.

Fu Ze could tell at a glance that they probably wouldn't last much longer. He couldn't help but sigh, thinking to himself.

"Unfortunately, my skills are not yet proficient, and the spiritual energy in my acupoints is too scarce, so I cannot open the altar, perform rituals, or draw talismans to perform the incantation in the pouring rain. Otherwise, I could have suppressed it very quickly."

In the pouring rain, everyone was on high alert and mentally prepared.

Splash, splash.

The rain is pouring down!

It's like a hole has been punched in the sky, like the sky has leaked out...