Chapter 22 Bad Luck
Chapter 22 Bad Luck
"Snapped!"
Suddenly, a crisp sound was heard from the altar.
Then, the pool of water that was originally splashed on the altar suddenly exploded, and the mud bridge was also instantly blown to pieces.
There was only a scarecrow that was completely black and looked like it had been burned. It rolled to Uncle Jiu's feet with a gurgling sound:
"Gululu..."
He slightly opened his eyes and looked at the burnt scarecrow in front of him. Even Uncle Jiu couldn't help but feel a little distressed:
"I chanted a spell and blessed it for forty-nine days before I made this walking scarecrow!"
It would be fine if he got some news during this trip, at least it wouldn't be a waste of this scarecrow. The problem is that he got nothing from this trip.
He did know that the problem lay with his seventh uncle's ancestral tomb. There must be some unusual arrangement in the tomb under the pond.
Otherwise, it would not be possible to hide it from the geographical information.
But the problem is, even if he knew the source, he couldn't dive into the pool and dig out other people's ancestral graves.
This goes against his principles.
More importantly, based on his understanding of his seventh uncle, there must be means of countermeasures in this ancestral tomb.
After all, even when ordinary people are buried, secret passages will be built in the tomb. How could a master of cultivation not be on guard at all?
"It's getting more and more troublesome..."
Helplessly cleaning up the mess on the table, Uncle Jiu felt extremely helpless.
"I originally thought I could practice peacefully, but I didn't expect to get into a big trouble without realizing it."
"My master insisted that I learn from my seventh uncle, and also told me to take good care of this friend."
"Your thoughts are now so obvious that they are written all over your face."
Wipe away the clean water, collect the dirt, and then the altar will be cleaned thoroughly.
"I really don't want to compete with Senior Brother for that position. If I don't fight for it, I'll almost become a thorn in Senior Brother's side. If he has any idea about this, what will happen?"
The eldest senior brother's spiritual power and even prestige are enough to surpass his peers. What's the point of him meddling in other people's affairs?
After he had put away the altar, he lit three incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner:
"Crack!"
What was unexpected was that as soon as he inserted the three incense sticks, the three incense sticks were cut off from the root.
It almost burned his hand.
Seeing this scene, Uncle Jiu shook his head helplessly, then took three sticks of incense, lit them, and respectfully inserted them into the incense burner:
"Grandmaster, I will definitely learn from Uncle Seventh well and will never let you down..."
As the words fell, the three sticks of incense stopped causing any trouble. They just burned quietly, emitting wisps of smoke.
Seeing this scene, Uncle Nine breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the master really cared about Uncle Seventh.
Close the door of the ancestral hall.
Just after walking out of the ancestral hall and barely breathing a sigh of relief, Uncle Nine saw Uncle Seven sitting on a recliner with a cane:
"...You haven't gone in to rest yet?"
He really didn't expect that his seventh uncle could lie on the recliner for a whole day.
After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Song Feng opened his slightly closed eyes, and then said faintly:
"What's going on? Are you back from going to the underworld to file a complaint to the Grandmaster?"
Hearing what Uncle Seven said, Uncle Nine couldn't help but be slightly surprised:
"...How do you know?"
Seeing Uncle Nine's expression, Uncle Seven sat up directly from the recliner without any feeling of backache or weakness.
Practicing these three skills of borrowing life is beneficial. At least my waist is no longer sore, my legs no longer hurt, and I don’t feel anything in my body.
"Isn't this simple? The incense in your ancestral hall is almost burning, and the Yin energy underground has also been disturbed."
"If you hadn't borrowed some magic to go underground, what other explanation could there be?" When he said this, Seventh Uncle tapped the ground lightly with his cane.
"Boom boom boom!"
As he tapped the ground lightly, a barely perceptible yin energy spread out from underground.
Seeing this scene, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but widen his eyes:
"...Why is the place where the three yins converge here?"
He remembered that he had sealed the place where the three yin gathered, so how come it now ran to under the feet of his seventh uncle.
"This is naturally because I slightly modified the layout of the charity cemetery and changed the location of the place where the three yin converge..."
Listening to Seventh Uncle saying the most awesome words in the most nonchalant words, Ninth Uncle didn't know what to say for a moment.
How else can I say this?
It is said that you are very observant and can detect my movements without casting any spells, or it is said that you are very skilled in Taoism and have changed the feng shui of my cemetery without me even noticing.
Doesn’t his uncle have any respect?
Just when the situation was about to become awkward, Qiu Sheng's voice suddenly came from a distance:
"Master! Seventh Uncle! I'm back!"
"I have already bought some sticky rice from the next town. Wencai can be saved!"
As the shout rang out, the two of them saw Qiu Sheng riding a bicycle with a bag of rice on his back and rushing into the charity cemetery.
When Uncle Jiu first heard the noise, he was slightly delighted and couldn't help but want to praise his apprentice.
After all, this really helped him out.
However, when he turned around and saw Qiu Sheng's slightly blue eyes, he couldn't help but frowned:
"……Um?"
Qiu Sheng must have encountered a ghost!
Thinking of this, he subconsciously turned his gaze to his seventh uncle who was sitting next to him like a grandfather.
And it happened that Song Feng also looked over.
For a moment, the two people looked at each other, and seemed to vaguely understand the meaning of each other's eyes.
"How did you teach your apprentice? How could a grown-up like him encounter a female ghost while walking on the street at night?"
"You just gave my beloved apprentice a talisman, how come it's like a ghost? Did you cut corners?"
The next moment, the two people who vaguely understood the meaning of each other's eyes quickly turned their heads away.
Bad luck! ×2
After each of them tidied their clothes, Uncle Jiu and Song Feng walked into the room, one on the left and one on the right.
Seeing the two big men from the charity cemetery walk in, Qiu Sheng quickly came over and put the sack on the table:
"Master, Uncle Seven, this is glutinous rice."
Seeing Qiu Sheng coming closer, Uncle Nine first looked at him with disdain, and then glanced at Uncle Seven next to him.
Then, Uncle Jiu, contrary to his usual behavior, checked the bag of glutinous rice in front of him.
After all, he had just lost face once. If he lost face again in front of his seventh uncle, he would lose all his reputation.
However, when Uncle Jiu subconsciously pinched the glutinous rice in the rice bag, his face froze:
"…sticky rice?"
(End of this chapter)