Sharing the Heavens from Douluo Continent

Ren Fa smiled and nodded. "That Feng Shui Master said back then that if the ancestors were buried upright, their descendants would surely prosper!"

"Has it worked?"

Uncle Nine, who had already seen through the situation, asked teasingly.

"..."

Ren Fa's expression shifted slightly. He shook his head helplessly. "Ever since my father passed away, our Ren family's business has only gotten worse and worse. I have no idea why."

"Master Ren, if I'm not mistaken, that Feng Shui Master was probably holding a grudge against your Ren family!"

"A grudge?"

"Did Old Master Ren have some conflict with him while he was alive?"

Hearing Uncle Nine say that, Ren Fa seemed to recall something. Somewhat awkwardly, he said, "To be honest, this land originally belonged to that Feng Shui Master. When my late father heard it was a good burial site, he paid to buy it from him."

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Good Advice Can't Save the Doomed

Uncle Nine looked doubtful. "You only tempted him with money? Was there any coercion involved?"

"Uh... well..."

Faced with Uncle Nine's questioning, Ren Fa gave an embarrassed smile.

Dai Changsheng could not help shaking his head at the sight.

Though there was a saying that one should trust those one employed, Old Master Ren had seized someone else's Feng Shui treasure land, then entrusted that same person with his funeral arrangements. He really had nerves of steel.

Even a dog would shake its head at that!

Eh? Something seemed off.

"I'd say there was definitely coercion. Otherwise, he never would have deliberately harmed you."

Seeing Ren Fa's guilty expression, Uncle Nine immediately understood everything. Pointing at the excavated grave, he said, "For the Dragonfly Touching Water Cave to work, the top must be covered with snowflakes, not sealed over with cement.

If the head of the coffin cannot even touch water, how can it be called a dragonfly touching water?

That Feng Shui Master still had some conscience. He told you to exhume and rebury the coffin after twenty years. He harmed you for half your life, not your whole life; he harmed one generation, not eighteen generations!"

"..."

Ren Fa's face changed drastically. He had never expected that the root of his family's worsening business had been planted twenty years ago.

"I see it!"

A rough voice suddenly rang out, drawing everyone's attention.

Before the grave-digging workers, an old coffin stood exposed, caked in mud.

"Raise the coffin!"

At Uncle Nine's command, the workers hurriedly brought over the wooden lifting frame they had prepared. They fastened ropes around the coffin and worked together to pull it from the ground.

"Loosen the ropes! Pull the nails!"

Once the workers had laid the coffin flat and secured it, Uncle Nine addressed everyone present. "Everyone, today is the day Master Ren Weiyong sees daylight again. Anyone aged twenty-two, thirty-five, thirty-six, or forty-eight, or born under the Rooster or Ox signs, turn around and avoid facing it."

Those who met the conditions hurriedly turned their backs to the coffin.

Three, two, one!

Uncle Nine counted silently, then called out, "Those avoiding it are in position. Everyone else, straighten your clothes and open the coffin!"

"Caw, caw, caw..."

The instant the workers opened the coffin, a flock of crows suddenly flew out from the woods surrounding the graveyard.

Uncle Nine frowned, his gray-white brows drawing together. A sense of foreboding rose in his heart, and he hurried to the coffin with Dai Changsheng to inspect it.

When Uncle Nine saw that the corpse inside showed no signs of decay despite twenty years having passed, his pupils constricted.

"Father!"

"Grandfather!"

Ren Fa and Ren Tingting did not understand the significance of it. They merely went through the motions as they called out, then knelt and bowed to Ren Weiyong's corpse.

"Father, disturbing your rest like this truly makes your son unfilial."

After giving a self-reproachful bow, Ren Fa stood and asked Uncle Nine, "Uncle Nine, can this burial site still be used?"

"A dragonfly touches water once, then again. It will never touch the same spot twice. This burial site is ruined."

"Th-then what do we do?"

"I suggest cremating him on the spot!"

Ren Fa refused without hesitation. "Cremation? How could that be? My late father feared fire most when he was alive. I cannot do that."

After all, most people in this era believed in returning to one's roots and being laid to rest in the earth.

Aside from those who truly had no other choice, most people who died away from home would have their relatives and friends transport their bodies back to their hometowns for burial. That was why corpse herders existed as a profession.

If Ren Fa truly followed Uncle Nine's advice and cremated his father's body, outsiders would only see him as an unfilial son. He did not want people pointing fingers behind his back.

Though Uncle Nine understood Ren Fa's concerns, he still warned him sternly, "Master Ren, if he isn't cremated, there will be trouble."

"Uncle Nine, anything is fine except cremation. Please think of another way!"

Seeing Ren Fa's stubborn refusal to listen, Dai Changsheng secretly grumbled, Good advice really can't save the doomed.

Seeing how obstinate Ren Fa was, Uncle Nine could not press further. Otherwise, it might look as though he were trying to exploit the situation and demand a higher price.

"Since you insist, we'll first move Old Master Ren and the coffin to the funeral parlor for temporary storage. Tomorrow, I'll find a new burial site for him so that he can rest in peace sooner."

Only then did Ren Fa nod in satisfaction. "Then I'll have to trouble you, Uncle Nine."

"Master Ren, please head home first."

"Mm!"

After seeing Ren Fa and the others off, Uncle Nine gathered Dai Changsheng and the others around him.

"Changsheng, set up a Plum Blossom Incense Array here later. Come back and tell me how it burns."

After instructing Dai Changsheng, Uncle Nine glanced at Man Choi and the others. "Keep an eye on them. Don't let them cause trouble. And make sure every grave gets an offering of incense."

"Master, don't worry! With me here, they won't dare mess around."

"Mm. I'll leave it to you, then."

With that, Uncle Nine patted Dai Changsheng on the shoulder and headed back to the funeral parlor with the workers carrying the coffin.

"Alright, alright, get to work! Do you still want to go back for dinner or not?"

Under Dai Changsheng's urging, Man Choi and the others did not dare slack off. They hurriedly began setting up the Plum Blossom Incense Array.

Because Dai Changsheng was so quick and efficient, he placed incense faster than Man Choi and Qiu Sheng combined. Before long, he had lit incense before more than twenty graves.

As Dai Changsheng expertly placed incense, his attention was suddenly drawn to a name and photograph on a tombstone.

Dong Xiaoyu? Was this the female ghost who slept with Qiu Sheng in the original story?

After staring at the black-and-white photograph for a while, Dai Changsheng ultimately placed a stick of incense before Dong Xiaoyu's grave as well.

It was not that Dai Changsheng wanted to become an Undead Knight. It was simply that he had offered incense at every other grave, and deliberately skipping Dong Xiaoyu's would have seemed like bullying a ghost.

"Thank you."

Seeing that Dai Changsheng was a handsome, sunny young man, Dong Xiaoyu, who had been resting in her grave, could not help thanking him.

She can actually speak in broad daylight. This ghost bride's cultivation must be quite high—definitely far beyond Chu Renmei's.

Dai Changsheng grumbled inwardly, but outwardly remained unfazed, as though he had not heard Dong Xiaoyu's thanks at all.

"This is bad, Senior Brother! This is bad! Look at how this incense burned!"

Just as Dong Xiaoyu was about to thank him again, Man Choi came running over with a shout, holding a fully burned stick of incense.

"People fear three longs and two shorts most. For incense, two shorts and one long is the greatest taboo."

Looking at the incense that had burned into two short sections and one long section, Dai Changsheng's expression turned grave. "If incense burns like this in a home, someone in that household will surely die!"

"Could it be Master Ren's family?"

Dai Changsheng shot Man Choi an annoyed look. "What nonsense! If it isn't Master Ren's family, could it be our funeral parlor?"

"That's good, then. If it has nothing to do with me, I won't worry about it."

Learning that it had nothing to do with him, Man Choi immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior Brother, then will Tingting be in danger too?"

Facing Qiu Sheng's curious gaze, Dai Changsheng asked speechlessly, "What do you think?"

The Ghost Bride

"What? Tingting will be in danger too? That won't do!"

Man Choi had not taken it seriously at first, but when he heard that his goddess might also be in danger, he hurriedly grabbed Dai Changsheng's hand and pleaded, "Senior Brother, you have to think of a way to save Tingting!"

"Enough! What are you panicking for? Even if something happens, it won't happen so soon. Let's go back to the funeral parlor first and see what Master says."

After saying that, Dai Changsheng had Man Choi and the others gather up the unfinished incense, then led them back to the funeral parlor.

When Uncle Nine learned that the Plum Blossom Incense Array had burned into two shorts and one long, he could not help frowning. He then had Dai Changsheng and the others prepare paper, brushes, ink, knives, and swords, using Corpse Suppressing Talismans, rooster blood, and ink to make spiritual ink capable of suppressing zombies.

Seeing Uncle Nine pour the prepared spiritual ink into a small box containing white cotton thread, Man Choi asked curiously, "Senior Brother, what is that?"

"It's called an ink line. It's used to suppress zombies. As long as you snap its ink onto the coffin, it can form an invisible spiritual net."

Dai Changsheng explained unhurriedly, "Even if Old Master Ren really turns into a zombie, it can trap him inside the coffin.

Even if the ink-line net cannot hold Old Master Ren, we'll at least be prepared beforehand and won't be caught off guard."

"So that's how it is~"

Man Choi and Qiu Sheng immediately looked enlightened.

"Changsheng, take those two and snap the ink line over the entire coffin. Come eat dinner when you're done."

"Yes, Master."

Taking the ink line Uncle Nine handed him, Dai Changsheng urged Man Choi and the others, "What are you standing around for? Get to work! Do you still want to save Tingting or not?"

Hearing Dai Changsheng's words, the two fools did not dare slack off any longer and hurriedly began snapping the ink line.

Perhaps because they wanted to play heroes saving a beauty, Man Choi and Qiu Sheng were full of energy. Before long, they had finished the coffin.

"Senior Brother, it's done."

Just as Man Choi and the others thought they would receive praise from Dai Changsheng, he said with a look of disdain, "Good thing Master told me to keep watch here. I knew you two were unreliable. Does the bottom of the coffin not need ink too?"

"Oh, right. We almost forgot the bottom."

Man Choi and Qiu Sheng smiled awkwardly, then hurriedly picked up the ink line and started snapping it beneath the coffin.

I'm still too kindhearted.

Dai Changsheng shook his head inwardly.

Dai Changsheng could have pretended not to notice and let Old Master Ren, after becoming a zombie, break out successfully.

Once Ren Fa was bitten to death by the zombie, Ren Tingting would be all alone. Then Dai Changsheng could swoop in as the hero who saved her, gaining both wealth and beauty!

However, influenced by Uncle Nine's teachings, Dai Changsheng was no great saint, but he also could not bring himself to harm innocent people.

Ren Fa had no grudge against Dai Changsheng, and had even treated him to coffee. Dai Changsheng truly had no reason to deliberately get Ren Fa killed.

More importantly, Dai Changsheng was a cultivator. Doing too many things against his conscience could easily breed inner demons in the future. It would not be worth it.

"Senior Brother, is this alright now?"

After Qiu Sheng and Man Choi finished snapping ink onto the bottom of the coffin, they once again looked at Dai Changsheng expectantly, seeking praise.

Dai Changsheng circled the coffin and inspected it. Only after confirming that nothing had been missed did he smile and nod. "Alright! You've worked hard. Go wash your hands in the kitchen, then have dinner."

"Come on, come on. Master not only killed a chicken today, he also bought a pound of pig head meat. We're in for a good dinner."