As Qionghua Shuiyu sank into thought, Chen Xun walked with his hands behind his back around the several ancient treasures, circling them once. In an old-fashioned tone, he said, "Song Heng, when it comes to the Dao of grave fortune, you're probably still three parts behind This Dao Ancestor."
"..." Song Heng was stunned, deeply speechless inside. He remembered that the Factory Owner possessed an eye technique called the Five Elements Immortal Eyes. He had likely seen something through those eyes.
But when it came to the Grave Fortune Immortal Dao, the Factory Owner truly was not qualified enough. Song Heng did not expose Chen Xun either. The latter was a man who cared about appearances; he had lost face on Garbage Island, then stubbornly spent several thousand years winning it back.
"Brother Song, what use are these strands of luck?" Chen Xun examined them carefully. "These ancient treasures seem to be their vessels. If they're destroyed, I'm afraid they'll be gone."
"They guard the home..."
"Little Crimson, dig open that little grave mound on the Back Mountain and send him to immortality."
"Roar~~ No problem, Brother Xun!"
"Hey! Hey! Factory Owner, it's a misunderstanding! This little Daoist's tongue slipped again!"
Song Heng's pupils abruptly shrank. He knew this Lion Dog knew some rites for sending spirits on their way. "Brother Chi, this is no joking matter."
Chen Xun chuckled, flicked his sleeve, and sat down on the ground. "Brother Song, hurry and tell us."
The male infant on his back had bright, clear eyes. He lay lightly against Chen Xun's back, his expression peaceful. He neither cried nor fussed.
Song Heng sighed softly. In an instant, a Treasure Hunting Compass appeared in his hand, one whose depths even Big Black Ox had been unable to see through back then.