The air washed by the rain is fresh and clear. Although it does not have the rising spirit of the rising sun, the dark clouds in the sky have faded away, and only a few sparse and undespicable clouds are hanging lazily in the sky.

On the muddy road leading to Yuanguang City, a fleet of cars and horses slowly moved. The person in charge was Hong Meng. Since being insulted by Luo's guests, his heart has been occupied by anger and he has been unable to calm down for a long time.

In this world, is there anything else that can be fought against those who cultivate immortals? Of course, there is, there is heaven over there, that is Tao. But who cares about the situation of mortals? The combat power of cultivators is extremely terrifying. It is easy to call the wind and rain, and destroy mountains and rivers. And mortals are just human-shaped ants in their eyes. They can destroy a country with just one thought.

"Young Master, I forgot to say just now. The Great Elder also sent a Feng Shui master to find Feng Shui treasure land for the master. It should have been found at this time." The servant who had just returned said with some fear.

"Have you found it?" Hong Meng murmured in a low voice, and then he became solemn, "You go and rest."

The servant was granted a general amnesty and hurriedly retreated behind and followed slowly.

"Hmph, I don't even allow the ancestral tomb to enter, and I still find a Feng Shui master so hypocritically. I must not be kind."

Hong Meng didn't understand that his situation was worrying, as if the Hong family in the city had great grudges, it would never be able to resolve it. If it were because of his grandfather's affairs, he expected that the other grandfathers would have agreed to it before they would go there, but there was no evidence. Now that his father has passed away, he has no room for maneuver.

As time passed by bit by bit, Hong Meng and his team became closer and closer to Yuanguang City, and there were more and more pedestrians on the road. Some of them couldn't stop looking at Hong Meng's carriages and horses, and even talked about it.

"Isn't that Hong Meng from Hongjia Town? And Hong Yun lying in the coffin..."

"What are you going to do? Are you going to bury it in the ancestral grave? This is a bit impossible!"

"Hehe, if it goes so smoothly, I will twist my head off and kick it as a ball!"

"How can people who have been driven out go back? They are very fond of face and will not stick their necks to let them slap in the face. Besides, they are pitiful enough and they are uneasy when they die!"

"Oh" Hong Meng couldn't help but sigh when he heard the comments from passers-by. Although he was unhappy, what others said was true and there was no lie. Perhaps the Feng Shui master of the Hong family would make him look ugly in a while.

"Mom, we're at the gate of the south city." Hong Meng ignored the people around him and shouted to the carriage behind him.

"Oh" Hong Meng's mother heard her son's voice, and she oh and got out of the car.

"Let us enter the city! We are from the Hong family!" A guard in front said to the guard guarding the city gate, "My young master is there, even the wife is here, so let us go." The servant looked sincere, but there was no effect.

"Huh?" Hong Meng glanced at the dispute at the city gate, and then stepped forward and said, "Why, do even the Hong family dare to stop him? If this is missing, just speak." Hong Meng was not polite, grabbed five or six gold coins and stuffed them into the guard's hands. Then he stopped saying anything, just waiting for the embarrassed guard to answer.

"This - this, young master, I'm really embarrassed," the guard reluctantly stuffed the money back into Hong Meng's hand and stuttered, "Actually, if I allowed it, I would have let you in long ago. But yesterday the city lord just issued a 'death order'."

"What death order?" Hong Meng said with a tight brow.

The guard glanced at the coffin and then said, "The so-called death is directed at the dead. The city lord said that death is contrary to the way of life, so the dead cannot enter the boundary of life, only leave, not enter. Look--"

"What a shit command!" Hong Meng couldn't help but curse when he heard this.

"Young master, you can't talk nonsense here. You should be careful. If the city lord knows, this may not be good? Even if I don't say it, it's hard to prevent them from talking nonsense." The guard said, pointing to the people around him with his finger holding the gold coins.

A cold se poured into Hong Meng's eyes. As his gaze swept through the crowd around him, the spectators did not dare to look at him, and turned their heads one by one, as if they no longer cared about the Hong family's affairs.

Although Hong Meng was not afraid of being a mortal like himself, he was in a dilemma again at this time. He couldn't get in the city, and it would hurt his face if he went back. Just when he didn't know what to do, a heavy voice suddenly came from the crowd.

"Young Master, Yang Fan, the Feng Shui Master." The man walked out of the crowd, and the spectators around him gave way, and then bowed slightly.

Feng Shui masters are professions for those wealthy families looking for cemeteries where Feng Shui treasures are located. However, advanced Feng Shui masters are not only able to understand these, some can even see through the terrain and look for amazing treasures. But if you want to achieve such achievements, Feng Shui masters must practice Feng Shui together and reach the highest level together in order to walk between heaven and earth.

As for the most advanced Feng Shui masters, no one has seen them, or even appeared. It is just a legend. According to legend, they can dig holes in the mountains and practice in them, and some can go directly to the fairy world. However, there is no real immortal in this world, or they cannot appear in the world at all.

Hong Meng looked at the "helpers" sent by the Great Elder, and saw that the Feng Shui master who claimed to be Yang Fan flashed with his eyes, and his slightly dark face revealed his ability and wisdom. Although he had no momentum in his entire body, he gave people a sense of awe.

"It's time for Mr. Yang," Hong Meng also imitated Yang Fan and bowed slightly, "I wonder where the sir has chosen?"

Yang Fan glanced at Hong Meng's bowing action, and the corner of his mouth suddenly bent an undetectable arc, and then said expressionlessly: "I have chosen three locations below. If you want to bury Ling Zun, you will decide."

"Oh?" Hong Meng raised his eyebrows, and a trace of suspicious se flashed in his deep eyes, "Where is the best place?"

"There is one thing that the young master doesn't believe it, you can go down and take a look." Yang Fan said this, raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Hong Meng.

"It's a good way to go?"

"It's very easy to walk on," Yang Fan suddenly opened his eyes wide, and then instantly returned to his original appearance of jingling. "And these three places are also along the way. You can see them all by walking in one go."

Hong Mengen said, his eyes moved to the straw shed ten feet away from the road, and then waved to the servants and said, "First carry my father's coffin into the straw shed, and then wait here."

Hong Meng's mother looked at Hong Meng's inquiring gaze, pondered for a moment, and said, "Go."

Among the steep mountains, a group of people wearing fathers walked among the mountains. They saw large areas of weeds and messy branches, and then went to a place full of rocks.

"Is this the first place?" Hong Meng looked at Yang Fan suspiciously and said, "A place of such a mess is also called a cemetery?"

"Young Master, although this place is inconspicuous, it is also a good place to hide wind and gather water." Yang Fan explained, but he muttered in his heart. This place is called a rock pit. Every good ending for the people buried in the family was beaten to death by sticks in the chaos of fighting.

"It's not possible here, go to the next place." Hong Meng didn't think much, Yang Fan, who looked jing-looking, must have been thinking for a long time.

Then everyone came to another place to see the eyes, the white bones were tilted among the weeds, and at Hong Meng's feet, there was an unknown skull.

"Yang Fan, you're too much!" Hong Meng kicked a head as soon as he arrived here.

"Young Master, please calm down and listen to my explanation," Yang Fan said in a hurry, as if everything was expected, "This place is good, otherwise why are there so many people burying it here?"

"You--" Hong Meng couldn't tell the reason, but his eyes glanced around and didn't even notice half of the coffin board. This was a mass grave! Hong Meng gritted her teeth, glared at Yang Fan fiercely, then snorted and walked away.

"This is the last place," Yang Fan and others came to the selected place, "Young Master, what do you think?"

Hong Meng's gaze slowly looked at the surrounding environment. The tall peaks stood up. There was no tree on this side of the mountain. It was a large flat land. However, the place under Hong Meng's feet was a little sunken, and some unknown weeds grew sparsely on the ground.

"This is the back of the mountain," Hong Meng thought to himself, "The sun is gone all year round, it's too cold."

Then Hong Meng's gaze was fixed there, because he saw a tall hill on the treetops in the distance, but most of the hills seemed to be piled up manually. The trees were no longer within the shadow of the mountains. What project required such a great courage? Thinking in his heart, his eyes turned to Yang Fan, who must have known it.

"Young Master, you read that right, that is the tomb of your great-grandfather of the Hong family. Speaking of which, it is still the closest to the ancestral tomb. Young Master, don't you want your father to be buried in the ancestral tomb?" Yang Fan saw Hong Meng's thoughts and said deliberately.

“Is there anything special?”

"Hold the wind and gather water. The faucet is heavy." Yang Fan said lightly. But the implicit meaning in his words did not express it, because there is no so-called faucet in the entire mountain range.

Although Hong Meng felt that it was inappropriate, he didn't say anything, after all, it was the best one. Then he returned the same way and left a few people to dig the grave with Yang Fan. When he was about to reach the city gate, he saw a huge wooden dragon standing next to the straw shed. Walking over, the wooden dragon was colorful, and it was really lifelike, with a hint of flexibility. There was a rectangular groove under the middle abdomen of the wooden dragon, and I don't know what it was for.

"Among," Hong Meng's mother suddenly interrupted Hong Meng's observation, "This was sent by the second elder secretly."

"Is this a dragon trench?" Hong Meng had heard before that only when an elder in the family died could he be carried to the funeral with a dragon trench. This had a high status in the family. He did not expect that the second elder would send someone to send him here secretly. Could it be that he had any intention?

"Your father, patriarch, and elders are all from the same generation. I am satisfied that you can send your father with this dragon frame even if you can't enter the ancestral grave."
Chapter completed!