Master Fu does not envy immortals

Chapter 3 Open the coffin

It turned out that my aunt's family had this idea.

Jiang Qiongxing frowned slightly: "Do you know how much a cultivator spends on a daily basis?"

The fat woman and her husband looked at each other.

Their family is all mortals, so it is naturally unclear.

Jiang Qiongxing didn't expect them to answer: "Don't mention anything else, just one spirit bead for cultivation costs ten taels of gold. Every time my father cultivates, he needs at least a dozen or so. You might as well do the math, how much does it cost a day?"

There was a gasp in the hall.

The corner of Shi Yueren's lips, who was the only one who knew what to do, raised a slight arc, then quickly disappeared, and turned to look at the little girl with a little doubt.

According to her aunt, isn't this child a cultivator?
It shouldn't be, Brother Jiang Hu has three spiritual roots anyway, and the child born will not be so bad that he doesn't even have spiritual roots.

Jiang Qiongxing sensed his gaze, but ignored him. Seeing that he had frightened his aunt's family, he continued: "What's the difference between you wanting my father's immortal cultivation and emptying my house?"

Speaking of this, she glanced at the crowd, and said quietly: "Before my father was buried, you started to bully me, an orphan..."

"No..." The fat woman retorted instinctively.

As soon as she said a word, she was interrupted by her father-in-law: "Even if the price is high, this fairy has to be cultivated. Xian'er, you are a girl after all, no matter how much money you have, you can only let outsiders take advantage of it. Your cousin is different; when you get married in the future, he will be your natal family. When you grow up, you will understand that your younger brother is capable, and you can only hold your head up in your husband's house..."

"Hey, what are you talking about with a ten-year-old kid?" Shi Yueren interrupted him.

The old man glanced at him, and closed his mouth with unsatisfied intentions, but his face seemed to be taken for granted.

"My father is right." The middle-aged man chimed in.

Jiang Qiongxing hooked the corners of his mouth without a smile.

It seems that they are determined to snatch it.

She looked at the thick-skinned aunt's family, holding the handle of the hatchet with both hands: "I didn't want to do it before my father was buried, but it's a pity that you are deceiving people too much. I think my father will understand me if he sees it."

The fat woman's expression changed drastically: "You, you, what are you going to do?"

What else can I do?
Jiang Qiongxing pulled out the knife sharply, and swung it at their family——

The backyard was full of chaos, and the fat woman and the others rushed to the front yard.

The old man has not forgotten to ask his son to bring his unconscious grandson.

Jiang Qiongxing followed closely behind, dragging the hatchet, and the tip of the knife made a creepy sound on the stone-paved ground.

"Are you crazy? Killing people will pay for their lives!" Her uncle yelled sternly.

It's a pity that his unstable voice exposed his heart.

"Mother! Mother! I don't want to die!" The younger son desperately crawled behind the fat woman.

"Xian, Xian'er, I'm your aunt," the fat woman's legs trembled uncontrollably, and she managed to squeeze out a distorted smile, "If you think something is inappropriate, we can discuss it again, why make such a fuss..."

"No need." Jiang Qiongxing approached the trembling aunt's family with a knife step by step, the small figure pulled out a terrifying shadow, like a deadly ghost in the noise of the knife tip rubbing against the ground.

Unexpectedly, this little girl was so decisive in doing things, Shi Yueren frowned instinctively, and was hesitating how to help, when he just stepped into the front hall, he heard a "ding lang" and the hatchet fell to the ground.

He watched the small body in front of him soften inexplicably, and instinctively stretched out his hand to support it.

Seeing her fall down suddenly, the fat woman was not surprised, but relieved: "Come on, someone, take this girl back! Put a few more on the door..."

Before she finished speaking, she swallowed the second half of her sentence as she met Shang Shiyueren's meaningful gaze.

Forget that there are outsiders present.

The uninvited guest supported Jiang Qiongxing's back and put her on the ground, and said slowly: "Don't worry, let me have a look."

"Are you a doctor?" The old man's tone was full of doubts.

"I'm a casual cultivator," Shi Yueren grinned, "Although my cultivation level is not as good as Brother Jiang's, it's more than enough to treat a mortal's illness."

Everyone looked at each other, half-believing.

Before they could stop him, Shi Yueren had picked up the little girl's wrist and began to feel her pulse.

"Well, little things."

After speaking, he tapped Jiang Qiongxing's head lightly.

Falling down at a critical moment, Jiang Qiongxing thought he would return to the dirty firewood room, but he didn't expect that when he opened his eyes, he was still in the main hall.

The aunt's family stood around from far or near, with different expressions.

She reached out her hand almost instinctively, trying to grab the hatchet that fell aside.

"Kids, don't touch such dangerous things."

A hand was stretched out behind him, and he took the knife away first.

When he moved, Jiang Qiongxing smelled a suffocating smell belatedly, and suspected that he was awakened by the smoke.

She raised her head without a word, but happened to meet the winking expression of the other party.

Can not help startled.

Shi Yueren didn't know that he was rejected, he patted the little girl's shoulder reassuringly, and stood up: "Actually, I have a question, I wonder if you can answer it for me."

"What?" The fat woman's eyes flickered.

"Brother Jiang, as an immortal cultivator, logically speaking, he still has at least a few decades to live." Shi Yueren carried the hatchet and walked to the coffin. "He is young, why did he go so early?"

"This..." The fat woman was dumbfounded for a moment.

"My father is not sick, and he is not hurt." Jiang Qiongxing, who was sitting on the ground, said, his voice was so calm that he did not look like a ten-year-old child.

"Sudden death? Could it be the means of a cultivator..." Shi Yueren muttered, and said decisively, "It's simple, just open the coffin and let me have a look, and I'll know how he died!"

"How dare you!" the old man shouted angrily.

Today's funeral, opening the coffin is a big taboo, not only to desecrate the deceased, but also to put the family's face under their feet.

Shi Yueren's tone was also full of disbelief: "You don't even want to know the cause of Jiang Hu's death, so you just buried him in such a daft way?"

The fat woman turned her face away: "So what if you know, if it was really done by a cultivator, our family is all mortals, how can we avenge my brother?"

"Auntie, that's not what you said when you wanted money and things just now." Jiang Qiongxing said.

A ferocious look flashed across the fat woman's face.

"Hey, yes," Shi Yueren put the hatchet on the coffin, and said in a playful tone, "When I find out the murderer, you have to let your son remember it well, and when he succeeds in cultivation, he will avenge your brother."

Hearing this, the fat boy who was always protected by his mother retorted unconvinced: "Why should I report it? Shouldn't this be my cousin's business?"

Don't think that he can be fooled casually at a young age, he won't suffer from it.

The fat woman wanted to slap her youngest son: silly boy, they almost have a reason to inherit Jiang Hu's legacy of cultivating immortals with confidence!

Shi Yueren thought of something, and turned to look at the pale Jiang Qiongxing.

Too many things happened just now, so that he just remembered that something was wrong - how can a child be so calm when his father is dead?

He asked whatever came to his mind: "Little girl, why don't you cry when your father is dead?"

Jiang Qiongxing was expressionless.

(End of this chapter)