He never thought that Yanchen would not kill him, and asked him for a cemetery, which was simply a good thing that fell from the sky and was all taken up by himself.

"Young Master Yan, this urn was also carefully selected by me, or I will give it to you. “

At this time, Yuan Shanyi knew that he finally didn't have to die, he could even give him everything, who would want to die if he could live!

I saw Yan Chen's eyes light up, and he couldn't help but secretly say, he was really confused, he had forgotten such an important thing.

"Okay!

Yan Chen said very calmly, but Xiao Qi and the Shadow beside him obviously felt the trace of gratitude from the prince, and when they looked at Yuan Shanyi in front of them again, they couldn't help but feel envious for his life.

There are only a handful of people in this world who can make the prince grateful, and it seems that this Yuan Shanyi is one person.

"Go home! Prepare for tomorrow!"

With Yanchen's departure, many people in the field slowly retreated, and Liu Fa also sent a few people to clean up the place by the way, and with a strong wind coming, the bloody gas in the air dissipated a lot.

Yuan Shanyi, who escaped death, didn't know how he rushed back to the villa, what happened today was like a dream, and the ending of obviously dying was so easy to resolve, and looking at Yanchen's appearance, he seemed to be very satisfied with himself.

Today's scene in Jinling Cemetery has also been spread by many people, although it was all bloody pictures at the beginning, but with the appearance of Yuan Kindness in the end, it completely changed a style, and his appearance also reduced a lot of people's attention to the bloody things that happened in the cemetery.

Many people are concerned about tomorrow's grave relocation incident, and now with the death of the three elders of Haiping and the refuge of Zhou Wuyang, many businessmen have discussed giving up the market that annexed the three of them again, and against Yanchen, it is certain death.

This is also a truth that they have deeply understood during this period of time.

In the early morning of the next day, the Jinling Cemetery was once again filled with a lot of people, although there were no people worshipping here today, but as long as what happened to Yanchen was a big deal.

The relocation of the grave alone also attracted many people.

Now there is no one in Haiping to say, and the only one left is Yanchen's family, although he does not have his own business, but everyone knows that in Haiping City, it is he Yanchen who has the final say, and even Yuan Shanyi came early today.

The grave ceremony, Yanchen did not invite anyone, only he and Fu Bo gently lifted the layer of soil, it was he and Fu Bo who buried the two elders, five years have passed, Yan Chen still insists on doing this matter alone.

With the appearance of a dilapidated wooden box wrapped in mud, Yanchen held it lightly, there was no money to change it to a better urn at that time, so it could only be like this, now...

Yanchen gently wiped the dirt on it, as if he was holding a treasure in his hand, and the original twilight image poured into his mind again, happy, painful, and angry, all alternating in Yanchen's mind.

An inexplicable Buddha voice suddenly sounded around him, gradually calming Yan Chen's somewhat restless mood.

At the beginning, his mother liked Buddha sound, and this time Yanchen also spent a lot of money to invite the famous Master An Ruo in Haiping City, hoping that he could extradite his parents.

"Lord Yan, mourn! People can't be resurrected after death!"

A Buddha horn sounded in Yanchen's ears, and the anger in his heart dissipated.

"Is that Master An Ruo?"

"Looks like it's him!"

Many people pointed fingers at the transcendent monk.

Master An Ruo has been closed for many years and has been contemplating the Buddha's path, and there are very few people in the world today who can still invite him, and I don't know what this Yanchen did.

"Up!"

As Master An Ruo's Buddha horn sounded, I saw Yanchen standing slowly and walking towards the new place.

"Stop!"

I saw Master An Ruo revolving around the new place again, chanting Buddha words in his mouth, as the voice became louder and louder, many people around became quiet, and for a while the entire Jinling Cemetery became silent, only the Buddha number spread between heaven and earth.

"Open!"

The Buddha's horn sounded again, and Xiao Qi beside him walked quickly towards the prince, respectfully holding the new urn in his hand and holding it on his chest, and the shadow also followed, and even the few women on the side walked towards Yanchen, looking at Yanchen silently.

Xiao Wanyang was also close to Yanchen's side, looking at him without blinking.

When he opened a corner, Yan Chen's eyes were already red, and even Fu Bo beside him was full of excited old tears, and he fell directly to the ground.

The dignified Hades did not kneel to the sky or the ground, but slowly knelt down against the dilapidated wooden box.

And at the moment when Yanchen knelt, the heavens and the earth suddenly changed color, and only to hear the Buddha voice of Master An Ruo suddenly became louder, only to see his slightly closed eyes swept the number of Yanchen, and once again closed and chanted the Buddha's name.

A boundless murderous aura then spread, an inexplicable murderous aura, as if it had gathered with the sky, but the strangest thing was that the few people beside him did not perceive it, and they all slowly knelt on the ground.

With the movement of Yanchen's palm, the sky became more and more gloomy, and it seemed as if it was going to rain.

Many people around all stared at the sky, how to say that this good weather can change, but what everyone doesn't know is that the Buddha name of Master An Ruo is becoming clearer and clearer.

It's just that no one knows about this scene.

Just as the entire urn was opened, a gust of wind struck again, but it didn't alarm Yan Chen in the slightest, I saw him slowly pour it in, and then cover it lightly.

Everything was so calm and natural, as if the scene just now hadn't happened.

"Enter!"

Master An Ruo's mouth was thundering, but the sky slowly brightened.

When the urn was completely buried, Yanchen's eyes had been covered with a mist at some point, and he had long forgotten what tears were like, remembering the last time he saw his daughter.

"Dad doesn't cry! Wan'er accompanies Dad!"

"Well, Daddy doesn't cry!"

The few people around were all infected by the atmosphere of Yanchen, and their eyes were red, and the mist soaked in their eyes couldn't help but drip down with Xiao Wanyang's words.

As everyone got up, the sadness dissipated faintly.

"Lord Yan, please seal the land! The old man is reciting a mantra, they will definitely go to the Elysium!"

The old man's voice rang out.

"Thanks!"

Just as Yanchen approached him, an inexplicable sense of peace of mind surged into his heart.

The sky is gradually clearing, everyone is looking at this scene in front of them strangely, to say that there are many people who have done this, the family has money, moving the grave for feng shui, but never encountered such a thing.