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Wang Bin returned to the room and lay on the bed. To others, he seemed to be sleeping, but his mind entered the system to check for things or skills that might be useful.

"System, help me check the skills and items I can redeem currently."

Looking at the list listed by the system, I quickly selected a few skills, restraint, and dispel. One of these two skills can limit the target's movement, and the other can dispel various negative states. This one is aimed at zombie poison. Although the movie Z text was finally restored, it is reality now, so be prepared. The ball of flame can add fire attributes to all Wang Bin's attacks.

"Exchange!" With Wang Bin's voice, the application of the two skills was directly imprinted into his brain. All that was left was to upgrade and learn to use them flexibly. As for the ball of flame, Wang Bin also chose to spend some exchange points to change it into a ring shape. After all, the spherical shape was not convenient to carry, and it was difficult for Uncle Jiu to explain it.

After dealing with all this, Wang Bin really went to sleep. After all, starting tomorrow, various things may happen one after another, and a good mental state is still very important!

The next day, Wang Bin got up before dawn. After preparing breakfast, Wang Bin came to the yard and started meditating. This has become Wang Bin's habit.

Uncle Jiu walked out of the room and came to the front yard. He saw Wang Bin meditating in the pavilion and smiled happily. It takes one year to reach the current level from entry to now. Without enough dedication, it is impossible.

Uncle Jiu walked into a room, which contained the shrine of the founder of Maoshan. Every morning Uncle Jiu comes here to offer incense and then meditate here. This is Uncle Jiu’s Dharma Hall.

As for Wen Cai, he is still sleeping in his own room.

About an hour later, Wang Bin woke up from his meditation and went to wake Wen Cai up.

Wang Bin brought all the breakfast to the dining table before Uncle Jiu came out of the Dharma Hall.

This is how every day begins.

"Master, the meal is ready, come and eat." When Wang Bin saw Uncle Jiu finishing his meditation, he asked Uncle Jiu to come over for breakfast.

"Well, after dinner, when Qiu Sheng comes, we will go to Master Ren's house together." Uncle Jiu nodded.

When Wang Bin heard this, he stopped what he was doing. He only remembered the approximate time and didn't expect to go so early. "Master, are you leaving so early?"

"Well, I want to finish moving the grave by noon, but I'm a little uneasy today."

"Master, after dinner, I'm going to prepare the things you need!" Wencai was sober now and took over the next work.

After dinner, Wencai went to prepare things, and Wang Bin went to the back hall, where the collected ghosts or evil ghosts were temporarily stored. Uncle Jiu would choose the right opportunity to send them to the underworld. Wang Bin comes here every day and lights incense sticks in front of each soul collecting altar.

Master Ren's mansion is at the other end of the town, and that area is basically filled with residences of wealthy businessmen or gentry.

Because the cemetery is on a mountain outside the town, quite some distance from the town, Master Ren arranged for the porters early, and the group set off in Zhujiao.

When they arrived at the place, Qiu Sheng and the others started to put the incense table, and the servants they brought prepared the tools for raising the grave.

Uncle Jiu took the lead in offering the incense, and then everyone took turns to offer the incense. Uncle Jiu and Mr. Ren went to the side and started chatting.

"Uncle Ninth, Feng Shui practitioners said that this cemetery was difficult to find and it was a good hole." Mr. Ren said in a show off manner.

"Yes, that's right. This hole is called Dragonfly Point. It is three feet long and only four feet can be used. It is one foot three wide and only three feet can be used. Therefore, the coffin cannot be buried flat and must be buried according to law." Uncle Jiu ordered. He nodded and praised this area for its good feng shui.

"Amazing! Uncle Jiu." Mr. Ren raised his thumb and praised.

"Master, what is a legal burial? Is it a French funeral?" Wencai asked mindlessly, in exchange for a blank look from Uncle Jiu. Wang Bin and Qiu Sheng shook their heads helplessly.

At this time, a servant came over and asked: "Uncle Ninth, we have already paid our respects. Can we start the groundbreaking?"

"Okay, go ahead." Uncle Jiu nodded.

"Master, what exactly is a legal burial?" Qiu Sheng asked this question again.

"Abin, do you know?" Uncle Jiu did not answer, but asked Wang Bin who was standing next to him.

"The so-called legal burial means vertical burial, master, am I right?" Wang Bin thought for a moment and gave his answer.

"Abin is right. That Feng Shui expert said that if the ancestors are buried vertically, the descendants will be great!" Master Ren did not wait for Uncle Jiu's answer and first confirmed Wang Bin's answer.

After hearing this, Uncle Jiu asked, "What about whether it works or not?"

Master Ren sighed, turned around and took a few steps, "In the past twenty years, our Ren family's business has been getting worse and worse. I don't know why?"

"I think that Feng Shui master has a grudge against your Ren family!"

"Have a grudge?" Mr. Ren turned around and looked at Uncle Jiu with some doubts.

"Do you have any issues with that Feng Shui gentleman?" Uncle Jiu got to the point immediately.

"This piece of land originally belonged to a Feng Shui master. My late father knew it was a good spot, so he bought it without money." Mr. Ren said confidently.

"Just inducement, no coercion?" Uncle Jiu said with a disbelieving expression on his face.

Master Ren smiled awkwardly after hearing this.

"I think it must be coercion, otherwise he would never harm you, and even asked you to cover the entire dragonfly spot with cement." Uncle Jiu walked to the grave pit and pointed to the excavated soil.

"Then what should it be?"

"Abin, tell me." Uncle Jiu kicked the ball to Wang Bin.

"Yes, Master. The top of the coffin is covered with snowflakes, so how can it be called a dragonfly touching the water? Your father's coffin head can't touch the water, so how can it be called a dragonfly touching the water? I think this Feng Shui master is okay, and he will let you lift the coffin and move it for burial in twenty years. It will hurt you. Twenty years will not harm you for the rest of your life." Wang Bin said what he had read in the book.

"Uncle Jiu, I saw the head of the coffin."

Master Ren didn't ask further questions after hearing this, and followed Uncle Jiu to the coffin.

Uncle Jiu glanced at the coffin that had just been laid flat, turned around and said to everyone, "Everyone, today is the day when Mr. Ren will see the light of day again. All those aged thirty-six, twenty-three, thirty-five, or forty-eight, born in the year of Rooster and Ox, will turn around." Avoid." After seeing the people in question turn around, "Escape is completed, everyone tidy up their clothes and open the restaurant!"

After saying this, the flying bird in the distance suddenly started to fly away. Uncle Jiu glanced at it. Seeing this, Wang Bin quickly walked behind him and the two looked at each other.

The servant opened the coffin, and when Uncle Jiu took a look, his eyes widened a lot.

Master Ren and Sister Ren knelt down and shouted twice, then stood up.

"Uncle Jiu, can this point still be used?"

"Dragonfly sprinkle water on it, and then add it. It will definitely not be used anymore. I suggest cremation." Uncle Jiu expressed his opinion.

Master Ren immediately objected, and when he saw this, he could only choose to leave Yizhuang temporarily as Wang Bin remembered.