My Master is Lin Zhengying

"Well, everything is in order, and nothing is bad."

"Okay, shall we go to Qingxuan Mountain to move the grave?"

Master Ren said anxiously, eager to move his father's grave.

Uncle Jiu came here to move the grave.

So without any hesitation, he just nodded and said:

"Well, let's hit the road then!"

Master Ren obtained the consent of Uncle Jiu.

He turned around and said to the people behind him:

"Go, let's start now."

"It's my lord."

"It's Uncle Cousin."

Awei and all the servants spoke one after another.

Immediately, I saw Master Ren and Ren Tingting.

Sit directly on the "slider" next to it.

Master Ren and Ren Tingting were carried away by four strong and dark pickers.

This kind of treatment can only be enjoyed by the rich.

As for the rest of the tribute, the Dharma table, etc., they were all carried by the servants of the Ren family.

Uncle Jiu, Nan Chen, including A Wei and others.

Just follow behind, along the way.

And the cemetery of this old man is located in Qingxuan Mountain, three miles outside Renjia Town.

Although there are only three miles of land, it is all mountain roads.

And there are big bags and small bags, plus the weather is hot.

Everyone was not walking fast, and when they arrived at the Qingxuanshan cemetery.

It took more than two hours, and it was already noon.

Along the way, Awei and Qiusheng Wencai.

From time to time, she ran to Ren Tingting's sliding pole to show her courtesy.

However, Ren Tingting is particularly repulsed by Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai.

After all, one called her a "prostitute" and the other stared at her breasts in the restaurant.

Only Awei can catch up with a few words.

But the whole person is absent-minded.

From time to time, look in Nan Chen's direction.

This made the jealousy in Awei's heart surge even more.

If it wasn't for the occasion, he might have already troubled Nan Chen.

At this time, everyone stood in front of the tomb of Old Master Ren.

Nan Chen, Qiu Sheng, and Wen Cai were already under the arrangement of Uncle Jiu.

Start to light incense and burn paper, build a Dharma table, and place offerings.

As for Uncle Jiu, he had already put on a Taoist robe.

Holding a compass in hand, he began to look at the Feng Shui pattern here.

At first, Uncle Jiu was a little surprised.

I admire the acupuncture points and Feng Shui here.

But later, the brows became more and more wrinkled.

Vaguely found that this grave has clues.

Even, there are some concerns...

Nan Chen had a panoramic view of Uncle Jiu's expression changes.

As a time traveler, he naturally knew what Uncle Jiu was worried about.

But he did not speak, and began to distribute the offerings.

I want to stop the plot and prevent old master Ren from cheating on the corpse.

We have to let this old man be unearthed first.

If not.

Wait until the old mallet crawls out of the soil by itself.