Master Fu does not envy immortals

Chapter 4
The original owner of this body died three years ago.

From the name "Xian'er", it can be seen that his father Jiang Hu had high expectations for this child. Unfortunately, when the spiritual root was tested three years ago, it was found that she was just a miscellaneous spiritual root that was even more useless than the five spiritual roots. Jiang Hu was extremely disappointed and never looked at this daughter seriously.

After Xiaoxian'er's mother died of illness, the child was locked in a room by lazy servants and starved to death. When he opened his eyes again, he became the present Jiang Qiongxing.

After receiving all the original owner's memories, she really couldn't like this father who only spent money and was obsessed with cultivating immortals.

Shi Yueren looked at Jiang Qiongxing.

The little girl looked at him blankly, like a fierce little hedgehog. Shi Yueren scratched his head in embarrassment, and continued to ask: "Do you want to know the cause of your father's death?"

"Don't go too far!" The old man blew his beard and stared angrily at his relaxed appearance.

I have never seen anyone come to a funeral, and the coffin will be opened as soon as they enter the door!

Shi Yueren turned his head and stared at him impatiently: "You old man, why do you react so strongly? Could it be that it has something to do with the murderer?"

"nonsense!"

"Then why are you nervous?" Shi Yueren knocked on the lid of the coffin, "Since there is no external injury, how can you be sure that brother Jiang is dead? If you bury him without opening it for inspection, wouldn't it kill a person?"

He spoke eloquently, and the old man paused for a long time before choking out a sentence: "No! Anyway, I just don't agree!"

"My own daughter is still here, it's not your turn to make a decision." Shi Yueren pushed him back with a very shameless sentence, and then looked at Jiang Qiongxing, "Little girl, do you agree?"

"Open it if you want." Jiang Qiongxing said.

She is not as feudal and superstitious as the ancients, and she does not think it is taboo to open the coffin.

Shi Yueren was waiting for this sentence.

He raised his hand, and the heavy hatchet was as light as a feather in his hand, brushing against the edge of the coffin lid.

Put down the knife, reach out and push.

The nailed lid slid lightly aside.

A long sigh floated out of it like a hallucination.

Jiang Qiongxing frowned, his eyes swept over Shi Yueren standing beside the coffin, and then fell on the fat woman's family.

Those few people already looked stupid.

This is not over yet. After sighing, a pale hand appeared on the edge of the coffin. The person lying inside sat up and looked at the fat woman in the horrified eyes of everyone: "Sister, you really let me down."

"Brother..." The fat woman's legs were shaking like chaff, "You, are you not dead?"

"No, I'm already dead," Jiang Hu said with a pale face, "But as a cultivator, it's okay to come back for a while to discuss with Wuchang."

This, how can this come back?

The fat woman's legs softened, and she knelt on the ground, her voice was already crying: "Then you, what did you want to say when you came back?"

"It's nothing," Jiang Hu's stiff face slowly showed a smile, ghostly and authentic, "I just don't want to see you bullying my daughter, I plan to take you down with me, and be with me..."

"No, brother, I still have two sons! What should I do if I go to them? Didn't you like them the most before?"

As soon as the words came out, the fat woman immediately regretted it, wishing to bite off her tongue, and sure enough, she only heard Jiang Hu say: "That's right, so you bring them down to accompany me..."

She took a deep breath, swayed her body, and instinctively began to look for the monk who invited him to chant sutras, begging him to find a way to send him down, but found that the monk who didn't know the truth had long since disappeared.

Seeing this spooky scene, her youngest son, who had been in a daze, finally opened his throat belatedly: "Woo--"

The crying sound woke up the fat woman: "Brother, I came here to help you preside over the funeral and take care of Xian'er. You can't treat me like this... By the way, and Xian'er, if I'm gone, who will take care of this child?"

Jiang Hu, who was sitting in the coffin, seemed to have heard it, thought for a while and said, "It's also..."

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she just heard the other party continue: "Then you give me your two children, I will take care of them, and you take care of my daughter, that's only fair..."

This is fair?

The fat woman looked at Jiang Hu's hand stretched out to her, and wanted to escape, but her legs softened and she knelt on the ground.

In such a horrifying situation, the calmest person turned out to be the oldest one.

Without saying a word, the old man picked up his little grandson and ran out first, ignoring the life and death of his son and daughter-in-law.

The thin middle-aged man woke up like a dream, picked up his eldest son who was still in a coma, and followed closely behind.

"Wait, wait?" The fat woman who was left alone knelt on the ground, looked at the two people who didn't care about her in disbelief, and crawled out on hands and feet, "Wait for me, husband—"

"Hey, why did your servants run away?" Shi Yueren looked at the door and wondered.

"That's not my servant." Jiang Qiongxing looked at the figure still sitting in the coffin, and said in a flat tone, "Remove the illusion, it's scary."

Shi Yueren became interested: "Do you know this is an illusion?"

"Of course." Jiang Qiongxing gave him a cool look, with contempt, "A mere immortal cultivator, how can he borrow time from the underworld? You can fool them, but you can't fool me."

"It's just...heh, you're quite an interesting kid." Shi Yueren stroked his beard.

Which mortal would dare to say that about a cultivator?Unless you're getting impatient.

"Don't you want an autopsy? Hurry up, you have to be buried today." Jiang Qiongxing reminded.

After finishing speaking, she walked out.

"Where are you going?" Shi Yueren asked behind her.

"Those people made a mess of my house, I'll clean it up." Jiang Qiongxing said without looking back.

"Anyway, he's an outsider, why doesn't he even have a servant in the family? The lady has to clean it up herself..." Shi Yueren mumbled and turned around, and said to the ignorant Jiang Hu in the coffin, "Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang, reflect on yourself. Why is the cause of your death not as important to your daughter as cleaning the yard?"

Jiang Hu, who had lost the blessing of illusion, lay motionless in the coffin without answering.

When Jiang Qiongxing cleaned up all the places in the house that had been ruined by his aunt's family, and returned to the main hall, he saw that the coffin that had just been opened was closed again.

"Find out?" she asked.

Shi Yueren, who was leaning against the coffin and sitting on the ground drinking, shook the jug and narrowed his eyes comfortably: "Well, I found out, you want to know? Call uncle to listen."

"Speak but don't talk." Jiang Qiongxing pouted, refusing to cooperate.

"You kid, you're not cute." Shi Yueren smacked his lips in dissatisfaction, "That's your father."

"So what, I've seen him twice in three years since I finished the spiritual root test." Jiang Qiongxing started to tidy up the messy main hall made by that family again, "For him to cultivate immortality, my mother's dowry is now only a small half, and this father is no different from none."

It sounds like a lot of resentment.

Shi Yueren didn't dare to let it go: "Okay, let me tell you, your father died of exhaustion of spiritual power. Theoretically speaking, there is a high probability that this kind of situation will occur when two people fight, but he has no external injuries, so this possibility can be ruled out."

Spiritual power dried up?

"Will it be sucked away by others?" Jiang Qiongxing recalled a move in a novel he read when he was a child - Star Absorption Dafa.

It is designed to absorb the power of others.

Shi Yue was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed "hehe" twice, with a bit of wretchedness for some reason.

Until he met the child's perplexed eyes, he coughed and said seriously: "That can be seen, brother Jiang is not."

Oh.

Jiang Qiongxing looked away with little interest, put away the messy futons on the ground one by one, and piled them in the corner.

Shi Yueren waited for a while: "Why don't you ask?"

"I'm not interested. It's nothing more than the fighting and killing in the world of cultivating immortals. What does it have to do with me as a mortal." Jiang Qiongxing turned and walked out as he said.

"Where are you going?" Shi Yueren shouted behind her.

"Go find someone to help me carry the coffin," Jiang Qiongxing said, "Thanks to you, my aunt's family ran away, and now I have to spend money to hire someone to help."

This kind of urgent work requires extra money, which is really a loss.

Shi Yueren's eyes lit up, and he appeared in front of her instantly: "How much do you plan to pay to hire someone?"

"Ten coins per person, about four people—why, as an immortal cultivator, you still need to earn a few copper coins?"

As if he didn't hear the contempt in her tone, Shi Yueren actively promoted himself: "You give me forty coins, and I can help you carry it by myself!"

Jiang Qiongxing: "..."

There really are such poor immortal cultivators!

(End of this chapter)