Astonishing Beyond Compare!

"Master, let's break ground now. The offerings have already been made." A young man stepped forward and looked at Fei Luo. Fei Luo nodded, signaling for him to begin.

Wencai muttered, "Isn't Dharma Burial just a French-style funeral?"

Uncle Nine stood before the altar table and shook his head. "I always tell you to study harder and read more. Look at you—you don't even understand this."

As he spoke, Uncle Nine glanced at Fei Luo. "Xiao Luo, explain to Wencai what Dharma Burial is."

The Supreme Clarity Great Cavern Scripture mentioned methods of Dharma Burial, so Fei Luo naturally understood it.

Fei Luo inclined his head. "Yes, Master."

Qiusheng and Wencai both looked over curiously, watching Fei Luo.

Even Master Ren and Ren Tingting were looking at Fei Luo. A-Wei, whose face had just been flushed red with embarrassment, also studied Fei Luo curiously, wanting to hear what he would say next.

"So-called Dharma Burial means a vertical burial." Fei Luo looked at the crowd with a smile. "I imagine that Feng Shui Master must have said that if the ancestors were buried upright, their descendants would surely prosper. Was it something like that?"

"Ah!" Master Ren was immediately stunned. He raised his thumb again. "A famous master truly produces brilliant disciples! What you said is exactly the same as what that Feng Shui Master said back then."

At that, Qiusheng and Wencai wore thoughtful expressions, while Ren Tingting's eyes sparkled with stars.

Only A-Wei withdrew his disdainful gaze and became somewhat more cautious.

So this guy isn't just some pretty boy. He really does have some skill?

Heh, he's still just some lowly practitioner. What is he compared to the head of the Police Station?

Fei Luo smiled faintly, completely ignoring A-Wei's strange look. Instead, he looked at Master Ren. "Then did that Feng Shui Master's words come true or not?"

Hearing this, Master Ren looked bitter and sighed softly. "To tell you the truth, the Ren Family's business has only gotten worse over these past twenty years. It's been declining all along, and I don't know why."

Fei Luo shook his head and continued, "No. This is not a problem with the grave. In my view, that Feng Shui Master must have held a grudge against the Ren Family."

"Hm?" Master Ren gave Fei Luo a puzzled look. "A grudge?"

Uncle Nine watched this unfold and felt great admiration for Fei Luo. The more he looked at him, the more satisfied he became.

Being able to analyze things to this extent was already quite impressive.

"Yes, Master Ren. Did Old Master Ren have some unknown entanglement with that Feng Shui Master?" Fei Luo smiled, as though he understood everything. He knew all the twists and turns behind this matter.

"A grudge..." Master Ren hesitated slightly before saying, "Probably not? That burial plot originally belonged to the Feng Shui Master. My father heard it was a treasure land, so he bought it from him."

Fei Luo raised a brow and looked at Master Ren. "He merely bought it? Was there no coercion or temptation involved?"

"This..." Master Ren was momentarily speechless and began to stammer.

Fei Luo did not press the matter. With a solemn expression, he said, "In my opinion, there must have been coercion. Otherwise, he would not have used such methods to harm your family."

"In my view, Old Master Ren must have offended that Feng Shui Master. Otherwise, he would never have used this method to harm your entire family, nor would he have told you to cover the grave with cement." Fei Luo said calmly as he watched the grave soil being continuously dug away.

"What should we do, then?" Master Ren asked in confusion.

"You should have scattered only a thin layer—Snowflake Covering the Peak. That is what Dragonfly Skimming Water means." Fei Luo pointed at the grave. "Your coffin lid cannot even touch the water, so how can this be called Dragonfly Skimming Water?"

Then Fei Luo paused and looked at Master Ren. "That man still had some conscience. He told you to exhume the coffin and rebury it after twenty years. He harmed you for half a lifetime, not a whole one; harmed one generation, not eighteen generations."

Master Ren immediately looked terrified, while a tempestuous wave rose in his heart.

This youth looked so young, yet his cultivation was so profound? Everything he said matched what had happened back then exactly.

"We can see the coffin!"

At that moment, one of the young men digging the grave shouted.

Everyone immediately gathered around. The coffin lid within the grave had already emerged from the earth.

At the same time, the young men carried over a wooden frame fitted with ropes and pulleys, then hauled the coffin from the soil and laid it flat on the ground.

"Loosen the ropes. Pull the nails!" Uncle Nine's expression turned grave as he spoke. "Everyone, today is the day Ren Gong Weiyong sees daylight again. Anyone aged thirty-six, twenty-two, thirty-five, or forty-eight, born in the Year of the Rooster or Ox, must turn around and avoid looking."

Upon hearing this, many of those present turned around at once.

A moment later, Uncle Nine spoke again. "Those who need to avoid it have done so. Everyone else, straighten your clothes and hats. Open the coffin."

Just then, as yin energy leaked out, a fierce gust suddenly swept through the clearing.

"Caw! Caw! Caw—"

The birds in the distant woods seemed to sense some immense terror and took flight in alarm.

"Hm? Why is the yin energy so dense?" Uncle Nine's pupils contracted, and shock filled his heart.

Fei Luo, standing beside him, was not surprised in the slightest.

Uncle Nine had not opened his Dharma Eye. With an ordinary mortal body, how could he see the changes within the grave?

"Rumble!"

The coffin was slowly opened. A dense cloud of black qi immediately poured out, carrying a bone-chilling aura. Old Master Ren's corpse lay quietly within, dressed in an official's robe.

The instant Uncle Nine saw this, his pupils shrank sharply.

His body was like iron, stiff yet uncorrupted. He had already become an Iron Corpse!

Fei Luo also stepped forward to look. It was his first time seeing a real zombie with his own eyes, and he could not help feeling a sense of novelty.

"Master, this corpse has already become an Iron Corpse." Fei Luo glanced at the zombie in the coffin and spoke.

Uncle Nine nodded, his expression solemn.

Yet his heart was filled with shock. How could it possibly become an Iron Corpse in just twenty years?

"Father! Grandfather!" Unlike Uncle Nine, Master Ren and Ren Tingting dropped to their knees the instant they saw the corpse and cried out, "Father, we have disturbed your rest. Your son has been unfilial."

Then Master Ren rose and looked at Fei Luo. "Young Master Fei Luo, can this grave still be used?"

Fei Luo shook his head. "Dragonfly Skimming Water—once the point has been touched, it will not be touched in the same place again. This burial plot is useless now. And besides..."

His tone shifted as Fei Luo said gravely, "Master Ren, to be honest, you have seen Old Master Ren's current state. Yin energy has entered his body. His flesh is stiff yet uncorrupted—he has already turned into a zombie."

"What? A zombie?"

Upon hearing Fei Luo's words, the young men who had come to work turned pale with fright.

Master Ren swallowed and glanced again at his father's corpse. Ren Tingting did the same, frightened enough to unconsciously move closer to Fei Luo. Her soft, ample chest quietly pressed against his arm.

"Fei Luo, th-this... what should we do?" Master Ren trembled as he asked in a shaking voice.

"Master Ren, I suggest cremating him on the spot to eliminate any future trouble." Uncle Nine spoke at that moment.