When Mr. Chen's body fell heavily to the ground, the Fang family's eyes were blank, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief.
"——"
The Fang family members, who had always laughed, ridiculed, and despised Liu Yang, had their legs trembling, and many of them even felt like peeing.
Silence, deathly silence!
"puff!"
After Mr. Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, he got up from the ground with a pale face and said with a shocked look on his face: "Is this the long-lost lion's roar skill?"
Lion's roar skill?
Liu Yang couldn't help but want to laugh. This was obviously one of the three thousand Taoist methods: King Fudo, with a roar, he could scare away evil spirits from thousands of miles away!
The realm of martial arts is divided into Ming Jin, Nei Jin, Qi Jin and Hua Jin. Masters who reach the peak of Hua Jin can establish a sect and are honored as martial arts masters.
Looking at the whole of China, there are more than a billion people, and there are no more than a hundred martial arts masters.
It can be seen that the practice of martial arts is as difficult as climbing to the sky. An old man like Mr. Chen, who has been practicing martial arts for a lifetime, is only a master in the realm of inner strength.
Martial arts and spiritual cultivation have similarities. Whether it is Ming Jin and Nei Jin, or foundation building and Qi refining, although they are separated by a realm, they are as different as looking at the sea across a mountain.
There are countless warriors who stay in the realm of Ming Jin for their whole lives. Ascetics, even in their lifetime, they will never be able to break through to the realm of Qi refining. They can only be a cultivator and cannot cultivate immortality.
Liu Yang did not answer Mr. Chen's words, which made Mr. Chen feel that this was acquiescence.
"Plop!"
Mr. Chen knelt down on his knees and said in a trembling voice: "I didn't expect that at such a young age, you have already reached the state of transforming energy. I am blind and cannot see Mount Tai. I pay my respects to the master!"
"Grandmaster?"
As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunder exploding in the ears of the Fang family.
What is a master? He can kill people by picking flowers and flying leaves. What's more, he can kill people from a distance.
The lion's roar skill is to hurt people from a distance, and only masters who have reached Huajing can do this.
"Plop!"
"Plop!"
"——"
All the Fang family members, including Fang Zhongkai, knelt on the ground one after another, their bodies trembling. Offending a grandmaster would undoubtedly be a disaster and a disaster for the whole family!
Fang Zhongkai said: "Master Liu, Mr. Chen was just doubtful about your age, so he wanted to give it a try. I have offended Master, and I ask Master Liu to forgive me."
Liu Yang said coldly: "If you don't believe me, why did you invite me here?"
"Master Liu, please forgive me!"
"Master Liu, please forgive me!"
"——"
Everyone in Fang's family said that no one would dare to be disrespectful to Liu Yang in the slightest.
After taking a look at Mr. Chen who was seriously injured, Liu Yang didn't suffer much. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to share the same experience with you."
It was not easy to find a financial sponsor, and it was the Fang family in Nanjiang. Liu Yang still hoped to rely on the Fang family to make a fortune.
"Thank you, Master Liu, for having a lot of them."
The frightened Fang family all spoke with tears of gratitude, feeling like they were surviving a disaster.
The Fang family absolutely cannot bear the wrath of a grandmaster.
Mr. Chen never expected that Master Liu was not only a Taoist, but also a martial arts master.
However, this is what Mr. Chen thinks unilaterally, and Liu Yang can't explain much.
Because in this world, no one believes in the existence of immortal cultivators. As for the cultivators, they can only tell people's fortunes, drive away evil spirits, and read Feng Shui. How can they compare to the powerful masters who can kill people from afar?
"Fang Zhongkai, come here."
At this time, Liu Yang suddenly called out.
Looking at the entire Nanjiang, I am afraid that only Liu Yang dared to call him by his first name.
Fang Zhongkai was stunned for a moment and ran over quickly.
Liu Yang pointed to a grave in the southeast corner and said, "Is this a new grave?"
Fang Zhongkai nodded and said: "Yes, my father passed away a month ago, at eighty-one, and died at a healthy age."
It is worth mentioning that when an elderly person over eighty years old dies, it is called a happy mourning.
"Are you sure it's your father, not your mother?" Liu Yang asked.
As soon as Liu Yang finished speaking, everyone in the Fang family was shocked.
This is the ancestral tomb of the Fang family. As the head of the family, how could Fang Zhongkai not figure out which tomb belongs to whom? Moreover, this tomb belongs to the old head of the family!
If anyone else had asked this question, Fang Zhongkai would have been furious and scolded his mother directly.
But facing Master Liu, Fang Zhongkai had no temper at all and said with a smile: "I can't make a mistake about this."
Liu Yang frowned: "Then there is a problem."
"what is the problem?"
Fang Zhongkai said with a trembling voice.
Liu Yang walked to the grave, pointed to the green grass that had grown on the grave, and said, "This grass is delicate and weak. It is clearly a woman's grave."
"——"
In an instant, everyone in the Fang family was dumbfounded.
"It shouldn't be possible. We were all present when my father was buried here," Fang Zhongkai said in a low voice.
Today, Liu Yang has mastered all the Feng Shui mystical arts of his grandfather Liu Banxian. There is no way he can be wrong about this.
Maybe the Fang family's problems stemmed from Fang Zhongkai's father's coffin!
"Are you ready with the black cloth, incense and paper money I asked you to prepare?" Liu Yang asked.
Fang Zhongkai nodded: "Everything is ready, what are these for?"
Liu Yang said calmly: "It's for opening the library."
He said it in an understatement, but when the Fang family heard it, they immediately felt like their hair was fried.
The old man has been laid to rest, so opening the restaurant will disturb his family, which is very unlucky.
"Gulong!"
Fang Zhongkai swallowed his saliva and then said: "Master, are you going to open my father's coffin?"
Liu Yang glanced at him: "What else do you think?"
Fang Zhongkai's eyes were complicated, and Liu Yang smiled: "Actually, it's up to you to decide. If you don't want to, I'm sorry that I can't do anything about your Fang family's disaster this time."
"open!"
Fang Zhongkai knew which was more serious. After gritting his teeth, he said to the younger generation of the Fang family: "You guys come here to help. You must obey Master Liu's instructions."
More than a dozen descendants of the Fang family stood behind Liu Yang.
Under Liu Yang's command, they pulled up a large piece of black cloth over the grave of the old family leader, placed three sticks of incense on the grave, and burned some paper money.
The sun was blazing, and if you didn't pull a black cloth to block the sun, it would really disturb the souls in the coffin.
Next, the younger generations of the Fang family started digging with pries.
Half an hour later, a mahogany coffin appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and the nails on the coffin board had been pulled out, just waiting for a few people to push it away together.
"Open the coffin," Liu Yang ordered.
"——"
But no one took action, and everyone hesitated.
"You've already dug everything, why are you still afraid of opening the museum?" Liu Yang said angrily.