Fang Xuan stayed overnight at Ah Hai's house.

Early in the morning of the second day, when the sky was bright, the village chief asked Fang Xuan to come and go to the mourning hall.

Today is the day when more than 20 villagers who died are buried.

This burial is a big deal, but it can't be sloppy, although the matter is still handled by Daoist Jia, but after yesterday's incident, the village chief's opinion of Fang Xuan has changed greatly, and the villagers all think that Fang Xuan is a master.

Therefore, the village chief specially asked Fang Xuan to go to avoid any mistakes in the process of burial.

Liu Laosan also needed to take care of his wife at home, Fang Xuan and Ah Hai, so he didn't call him together, and the two went to the mourning hall.

It was just dawn, and the fog was still thick in the village.

The morning air is extremely fresh, and a breath can make people feel refreshed.

At the mourning hall, a lot of villagers have gathered.

The village chief asked people to set off a string of firecrackers outside the mourning hall, crackling, and the tranquility of the whole village seemed to be punctured with the sound of firecrackers.

Before the coffin was carried away, there were still some matters, all of which were presided over by Daochang Jia.

After the family members and relatives bowed, the eldest son of the deceased, holding the incense burner, walked at the front of the crowd, followed by more than 20 coffins, and finally the villagers who followed.

The cemetery of Dongzhuang Village is above the back mountain.

That place is not big, about the size of a few acres of land, and there are graves on it, where the ancestors of Dongzhuang Village for a hundred years are buried.

Along the way, the sound of suona floated in the mist, and the whole mountain forest was full of mourning and music.

The hoarse cry resounded in the mountains, and the calls seemed to echo.

And when they had traveled about three miles, they came to the graveyard.

More than 20 coffins are to be buried, and you have to find a place with good feng shui.

In the mountains, although there are many villages, these continuous mountains are boundless, and it stands to reason that it is not difficult to find a feng shui treasure.

However, for the convenience of future generations, they can only be buried around the cemetery.

One life, two fortunes, three feng shui.

Feng Shui, in the end, is useful, but in fact, it is also useless.

Many burial sites are not rich and expensive feng shui treasures, but they are by no means murderous holes that make people cut off their children and grandchildren, and for ordinary people, they are actually enough. What kind of dragon's lair is pursued, basically, from ancient times to the present, they are all emperors and generals.

But at the end of the day, even if you are buried in the dragon's den, what can you do?

The cycle of heaven, the change of seasons, and the reincarnation of everything.

Today's dragon's lair, tomorrow may become a fierce hole, even if there is a master's guidance, it can only be prosperous for a while, it is better to be modest, plain, and protect future generations without worry.

When we arrived at the cemetery, the burial pit had been dug up.

The village chief walked up to Jia Daochang's side, and said with a smile: "Jia Daochang, according to your instructions, the place you chose was used as the burial place, you see this grave, is it right?" ”

Jia Daochang bowed slightly, looked towards the grave, his eyebrows narrowed slightly, a trace of essence flashed, and then a strange smile appeared on his face, nodded, and said, "Not bad, not bad...... That's it......"

"Okay, since it's no problem, the burial ceremony should be ready to begin, right?"

"Yes."

When the village chief heard this, he waved his hand and shouted, "Carry the coffin to the burial." ”

All of a sudden, the villagers were busy.

Fang Xuan, who was in the crowd, looked around the cemetery.

I only saw the distance away, is the shadow side of a mountain, where the cemetery is located, rising high, as if looking down on the mountains, at first glance, this burial place, there is indeed no problem, but ...... Fang Xuan looked at the busy villagers, and for a moment, there was a faint sense of foreboding in his heart.

However, what the reason for this is, he can't say for a while.

The whole person stood there, motionless.

"Fang Dao Chang...... The coffin has already been buried......" Ah Hai reminded in a whisper on the side.

At this moment, the villagers had already carried the coffin and put it into the grave.

More than 20 coffins, neatly arranged, lined up, in the shape of a sharp sword, traversing the entire cemetery.

"This Daoist Jia, when did you choose the grave?" Fang Xuan frowned and asked.

Since the beginning of this funeral, Fang Xuan has been present, and he has never seen this Jia Daochang leave the mourning hall, when did Jia Daochang choose this grave?

Why didn't he know anything about it?

Ah Hai listened to it and said with a smile: "It was last night." ”

"Last night?" Fang Xuan was stunned for a moment.

After the transcendent ritual last night, it was already the middle of the night, and it stands to reason that there should be no more such things to do, and it is not impossible to do it today.

You must know that for a good Taoist priest, it is not difficult to choose a mediocre burial place.

Daoist Jia only needs to come here this morning and take the compass to look around, so he can naturally find a suitable place for burial.

Ah Hai nodded and said, "I heard that after the overtaking ceremony last night, Jia Daochang thought about it in his heart, for fear that there would be a problem with the burial today, so in the middle of the night, he went to the village chief's house, and specially took the village chief and a few villagers to this mountain cemetery overnight to see the burial site...... Hi...... If you want me to say, I guess there is a way to lead you, this Jia Dao is afraid that he will be embarrassed in front of his peers again! ”

Ah Hai explained.

After all, this Daoist Jia, last night's soul conjuring and transcendence, were all messed up, and this face is naturally unbearable.

Originally, if Fang Xuan was not here, it would be reasonable, but now a disciple of the Heavenly Master Dao has to rely on Taoist priests from other small sects to help, which is simply a great shame.

Thinking about it this way, this Jia Daochang is more concerned about the burial, which is understandable.

Fang Xuan nodded, thoughtful, but didn't doubt it too much.

Everyone was busy burying alive, and after a while, the coffins were buried and inscriptions were erected.

Jia Daochang threw the paper money up, and the paper money falling all over the sky flew around.

The sound of suona is long and melodious, accompanied by the crying and mourning of family members and relatives, and the atmosphere is a little depressing.

I was busy for nearly two hours, and everything was done.

Everyone cleaned up and went home.

After everyone left, the sound of "boom" exploded in the sky.

In less than a moment, the rain poured down and fell suddenly.

The rain was surprisingly strange, no more, no less, but it was only poured on the more than 20 coffins that had just been buried.

The whole cemetery became dark and damp.

In the distance, the weather was exceptionally clear, and the villagers who returned to the village did not notice the slightest drop of rain, nor did they notice the strange phenomenon that occurred in the cemetery.

Along the way, Fang Xuan faintly felt that something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't tell what the reason was, and thought that he was just thinking too much.