Ning Yang just carried the bag of Grandpa Xiaoque's bones, and before he entered the place of the ancestral tomb, the yin qi of the ancestral tomb gathered out, as if he felt the invasion of foreign enemies, and hurriedly retreated to the periphery of the ancestral tomb, sighing in his heart, sure enough, he was guessed by An Laodao, and the bones of Grandpa Xiaoque could not enter the land of the ancestral tomb.

There seems to be a custom among the people, and the people who can enter the ancestral grave are all people of the same clan who are highly respected or over 60 years old. Xiao Que died by accident, he was only nine years old, and he was not qualified to enter the ancestral land at all, not to mention that he was still a lonely ghost who couldn't find the clan, but it wasn't quite a thing, after all, he had a cemetery and a place to live.

The big yin cloud floated in front of Ning Yang, less than two meters, and seemed to be glaring at Ning Yang angrily, but Ning Yang still carried the bag of corpses, and Xiaolian knelt down on the edge of the ancestral tomb, kowtowing to the ancestral tomb Yin Qi, according to An Laodao, said a good word, but the yin qi seemed to be very aggressive, if it weren't for Ning Yang and Xiaolian blocking in front of him, I was afraid that he would pounce directly.

Ning Yang was unwilling, and said it again earnestly, only to see that the big yin clouds were not so strong, but they were still floating in the sky, as if watching them.

Ning Yang tentatively moved the bag of bones to the ancestral grave, and the yin qi of the ancestral tomb floated over again, Ning Yang and Xiaolian were busy kowtowing again, and the yin qi of the ancestral tomb had to retreat again.

After repeating this, they finally let Grandpa Xiaoque's bones enter the ancestral grave in infinite pleas, but they didn't dare to let Grandpa Xiaoque's bones get close to any of the graves, but just placed them in a clearing in front of the ancestral grave, and the cloud of the ancestral tomb did not dissipate, and it was still floating in the air, as if watching the bones of Grandpa Xiaoque.

Ning Yang asked Xiaolian to half-kneel in front of the bones of Grandpa Xiaoque, to prevent the Yin Qi of the ancestral tomb from suddenly rushing into a frenzy, Xiaolian's mother is from Ningjia Village, so she also has the blood of the Ning family in her body, and it is impossible for the Yin Qi of the ancestral tomb to hurt her.

Ningyang hurriedly immediately took a shovel and came to a nearby grave, dug a three-foot pit on the side of the grave, and shoveled out a ball of ancestral grave soil from it, and then, Ningyang also dug out a three-foot-deep soil on the side of other graves, fortunately, the village built a grave for the deceased, all of which were used soil, that is, to dig a coffin pit in the ground, build a long sarcophagus, and then put the wooden coffin into the sarcophagus, seal the sarcophagus lid, and put soil on it, and did not add stones to it, so, Ningyang easily dug out a three-foot pit of soil,

Pile those soils one by one on the open space of this ancestral land, spread it out, and then, put the big firewood on it, and then, put the bones of Grandpa Xiaoque on top of the big firewood, but the ancestral tomb Yin Qi was shocked and rolled everywhere, and almost pounced, but fortunately, Ning Yang and Xiaolian blocked in front of them, so that the ancestral tomb Yin Qi did not succeed, and then, Ning Yang arrived at a barrel of gasoline, poured it on the surrounding firewood, took a lighter, took a paper towel, lit it, and threw it on the firewood, Suddenly, the raging fire engulfed the bones of Grandpa Bird's body.

The yin qi of the ancestral tomb had not dissipated yet, staring at the raging flames, Ning Yang and Xiaolian stood beside them, looking at the yin qi of the ancestral tomb while looking at the raging fire, and finally felt a little relieved in their hearts.

According to An Laodao, Grandpa Xiaoque's soul has been hit hard to the point of being scattered, they find his bones, they have to bury him, the best place is naturally the ancestral grave, but unfortunately, Grandpa Xiaoque died unexpectedly and did not enter the ancestral land. If you want to keep the soul of the little bird from dissipating and can't enter the ancestral land, you can only think of other ways, that is, with the help of the qi of the ancestral land, that is, the three-foot soil dug up by Ningyang just now, according to An Laodao, the three-foot soil represents the power of the three talents of heaven, earth and man, and people are the yin qi of the ancestral grave.

By burning the bones of Grandpa Xiaoque, and integrating into the Yin Qi of the ancestral grave, the soul of Xiaoque will not be extinguished.

When it was almost halfway burned, Xiaolian threw the puppet in her hand into the fire, Ning Yang immediately saw the face of the little bird appear in the flames, very weak, and the face was also very painful, Ning Yang knew that it must be the ancestral tomb yin qi in the three-foot soil It seemed that he was unwilling to help the little bird, so he knelt on the ground with Xiaolian, kowtowed to the soil ancestral qi under the flame, and said good things, almost when Ning Yang's mouth was dry, he finally saw the face of the little bird in the flame slowly softened, and showed a smile, and then, Ning Yang saw that Xiao Fei's disappeared soul arm seemed to be slowly growing, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

At this time, Xiaolian pushed Ning Yang and asked him to take a quick look, Ning Yang looked along her hand and found that the big yin cloud in the night sky seemed to also sense the blood qi in the soul of the little bird, and gradually dissipated, however, before dissipating, Tianyan actually saw more than twenty wisps of yin qi slowly and leisurely merging into the flames, Ning Yang was a little worried, but seeing those yin qi entering the flames, the entire flame turned blue-green, and the broken arm of the little finch was quickly reborn, but his face was not very good, but it was much better than before.

The yin qi of the ancestral tomb did not feel the threat, so it disappeared, they originally felt relieved, but Ningyang soon found that the time was almost five o'clock, and now in early summer, it was dawn at about half past five, if the bones had not been burned before dawn, the little bird was still very dangerous, and he couldn't help but be a little anxious, now it was only more than half an hour, and some firewood was added, and then, Ning Yang rushed back to his grandfather's old house quickly, took the kerosene and other things in the house, and poured them on the fire.

However, after Xiaolian saw Ning Yang pouring diesel fuel on it, she immediately pulled him, telling Ning Yang not to be anxious, she also pointed to the dry bones in the firewood and asked him to see, Ning Yang opened his mouth in surprise when he saw it, and found that those dry bones had actually burned a lot, as if because of these decades, the bones had become brittle, ossified, and flammable.

Sure enough, before dawn, they burned the bones of the little finch into ashes, and they didn't care about the heat, so they carefully held the ashes into the prepared jar, and then sealed it, Ning Yang hugged the ash altar and asked: "Little finch, are you still there?" How's it going? ”

But there was no sound in the ash altar, so scared that Ning Yang almost broke out in a cold sweat, and Xiao Que's voice came from the ash altar: "Xiao Yang, thank you, I'm much better." It is estimated that it will take a long time to cultivate in this columbarium......"

Before he finished speaking, the columbarium was silent again, Ning Yang shouted anxiously, and Xiaolian said: "You see that the sun has shone on the columbarium, and he can't speak!" ”

Ningyang was relieved, put the ash altar next to him, filled the grave hole in the ancestral tomb with a shovel, and carefully covered up some traces, although there were still big traces, however, Xiaolian suddenly told Ningyang that the Qingming Festival was coming, and Ningyang immediately shoveled the soil and sprinkled it on the grave, and then, he said a few words to Xiaolian, and asked his father Li Village Chief to explain to the villagers that Qingming was coming, and they turned over some new soil and sprinkled it on the grave, which should not attract the attention of the villagers, after all, the folk have this custom, Qingming renovated soil!