Three days later, the day of the relocation.

In the early morning, Zhang Shuo came to the woods outside the town to continue the daily compulsory homework, practice boxing, and meditate.

Since Ren Tingting learned that Zhang Shuo had compulsory courses every morning, she has insisted on accompanying Zhang Shuo, and now she is watching silently from the side.

"Hu~~" slowly stopped the exercise, and a crackling sound came from the whole body. When I opened my eyes, the flash of light became heavier.

"Brother Shuo, you have finished practicing. Let's go back. Dad and the others should get up and prepare to move the house."

Seeing Zhang Shuo getting up after he finished his work, Tingting, who had been watching from the side, also stood up, walked to Zhang Shuo and hugged her arms and said.

"Well, there is no hurry. My uncle and the others will get up for a while. I will go down the river to take a shower. Let's go back again and have time to pay my respects to my uncle."

"Hey~ I really can't do anything to you." Ren Tingting could only pout and complain.

When he arrived by the river, Zhang Shuo took off his coat and jumped directly into it. Now Zhang Shuo is increasingly liking this lifestyle that is close to nature. He takes a rain at night, takes a shower and swims in the morning.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Shuo returned to the shore, took the towel handed over by Ren Tingting, and wiped it briefly.

After the two of them had a flirting, Zhang Shuo put on his clothes and rode his bike back to the town with Ren Tingting.

Most of the pedestrians and vendors along the way also met this young couple, so they were not as eye-catching as before.

When I returned to Ren's house, I found that the Ren family was busy preparing, and Mr. Ren was having a meal in the living room.

Zhang Shuo and Tingting stepped forward and asked Ren Fa a good morning as usual, and then sat down for breakfast. Ren Fa supported Zhang Shuo going out to practice qigong every morning, especially after seeing Zhang Shuo's random punch and shattering, he was not worried about Ren Tingting and going there.

"Uncle, I felt my eyebrows pounding when I woke up early this morning. We should pay attention to safety when we moved to the museum."

Zhang Shuo said casually while eating egg tarts.

"Haha, don't worry, A Shuo, this time the relocation of Uncle Jiu is responsible for the site. In the past, every time there were evil and strange things in the town, it was Uncle Jiu who came to deal with it..."

Seeing that Ren Fa did not take it seriously, Zhang Shuo frowned. It seemed that he would pay attention to the Ren family's disturbances tonight. Who knows if the zombies will attack Mr. Ren first like in the movie? What if Tingting is going to do if something happens to Tingting again this time?

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The Ren family and his group rushed straight to the cemetery of Old Master Ren in the back mountain, and Uncle Jiu and his two apprentices Qiu Sheng and Wencai were also following the team.

Today, Uncle Jiu changed into an apricot yellow Taoist robe, looked around all the way, pinching his fingers, and the two apprentices behind him were holding magic weapons that opened the altar, which was quite stylish.

As Ren Tingting's boyfriend and the "prospective son-in-law" of the Ren family, Zhang Shuo also came to the case full of tributes with Tingting to worship. The captains of the yamen patrol Awei and Wencai, who were following behind, felt uncomfortable when they saw Zhang Shuo and Ren Tingting holding hands to pay homage to Mr. Ren.

Today, Awei and Wencai changed into beautiful clothes, but Ren Tingting just said hello to them and ignored them. She was determined to repair Zhang Shuo. She was not as tall as the other party, and was not as good as the other party's skills. In the end, she could only curl her lips helplessly.

Ren Fa saw Uncle Jiu observing for a long time, and stepped forward and asked, "Uncle Jiu, how about it? According to the Feng Shui Master, this is a good hole and it is difficult to find!"

"Not bad!" Uncle Jiu walked forward with his hands behind his back and said, "This hole is called the Dragonfly Snooping Water Point. It can only be used for three feet long and only three feet wide. It can only be used for one feet wide and only four feet wide. Therefore, the coffin cannot be placed flat, so it must be stored."

"Uncle Jiu, you're so capable, it's amazing!" Ren Fa couldn't help but raise his thumbs up and praise him when he saw that Uncle Jiu was right with the Feng Shui master twenty years ago.

"Master, what is a French funeral? Is it a French funeral?"

Wencai and Qiusheng followed behind him, but they became curious and only heard Wencai ask.

"Puchi~~"

Tingting behind her smiled. Although she didn't know what to do, it was not like this for French funerals.

"The so-called Dharma burial is a vertical burial!" Uncle Jiu glared at Wen Cai, and then said to Master Ren: "Master Ren doesn't know if what I'm saying is right?"

"Yes, that man said that the ancestors were buried vertically, and the descendants would be prosperous." Ren Fa hesitated for a moment, and obviously he had doubts about this sentence himself.

"Is that okay?" Uncle Jiu continued to ask.

"Our business has been getting worse and worse over the past twenty years. I wonder what to ask?"

Mr. Ren shook his head and smiled, and walked towards the side as he spoke. Uncle Jiu also followed him. The next words were not good things, so of course it was not convenient to say them in public.

"Did the old man have a holiday with him during his lifetime?"

"This land was originally owned by the Feng Shui master. After my father knew it was a good cave, he bought it with money."

"Oh! It's just a temptation? Is there any coercion?"

"Uh..., hehe!"

Uncle Jiu saw Mr. Ren laughing dryly, affirmed his thoughts, pointed to the tomb and said, "Otherwise, why would you prank it? You are also covering the dragonfly's water hole with cement."

Ren Fa hurriedly asked, "What should we do?"

"It should be snowflakes covering the top. This is called a dragonfly sniffing the water. Now the head of the coffin cannot touch the water, so how can the dragonfly sniffing the water?" Uncle Jiu pointed to the coffin that had just been exposed, and then said to Mr. Ren: "He is quite conscience. He asked you to start a coffin again in twenty years, so that you will not harm you for half a lifetime, and you will not harm you for eighteen generations!"

"Dad." Zhang Shuo was a little excited when he saw Ren Tingting. He thought that Mr. Ren's business should have been kept hidden from her.

He gently pulled her little hand and comforted her: "It's okay, I still have everything!"

"Yeah~" Ren Tingting looked at Zhang Shuo, nodded heavily, and then snuggled into Zhang Shuo's arms.

"See it." At this time, the servant who was digging the tomb shouted. Everyone hurriedly surrounded and looked forward.

Three thick wooden sticks, a wooden landing gear made of ropes and pulleys, use ropes to wrap a coffin that exposed one section and tie a knot.

More than a dozen young men standing outside the tomb started to move together, "Hey hey! Hey hey..." With the unanimous shouts, the black coffin buried deep in the soil was also carried out by everyone.

"Everyone, today is Ren Gong's bravery to see the light of the sky again. Anyone who is thirty-six or twenty-two years old, who is born in the year of the rooster and the year of the ox will turn around and avoid it."

Uncle Jiu said as he looked at some servants among the crowd and turned around, then said, "Everyone cleans up their clothes and opens the museum."

The coffin had just opened a little, and there was a sensation of birds in the woods. Everyone looked up strangely and then surrounded the coffin.

"Dad~" "Grandpa~"

Mr. Ren and Tingting both knelt down and cried, but they didn't look very sad. After all, they have been dead for twenty years, and Tingting has never seen this grandfather before.

A stream of vague black "corpse gas" emerged from the coffin. Zhang Shuo, who was deliberately approaching the coffin, sucked a trace of it with his nose, and felt that the blood in his body was like a trace of water added to the boiling oil, sizzling and boiling, and then melted the trace of "corpse gas".

"It's really amazing. Just a trace of corpse energy is sucked into the body by ordinary people. Those who are weak will be seriously ill even if they don't die; those who are strong will be uncomfortable for a long time."
Chapter completed!