Chapter 75 Why can't our ancestors have this function?

"As soon as possible, the grave must be moved before the Mid-Autumn Festival." Marquis Jinyang seemed to be in a real hurry, as if delaying even one day would cause some important matter to be missed.

"So hasty?" Achan feigned hesitation. "But I heard that before moving a grave, you need to choose an auspicious site and check the feng shui. After finding an auspicious site, you still need to choose a suitable day for breaking ground. The fifteenth day, isn't that a bit too fast?"

Marquis Jinyang's face showed some impatience: "It's just moving a grave, why make it so complicated?"

"Lord Jinyang, you are mistaken. I imagine that when your family buried people, you consulted the feng shui. How come you were so casual when it came to my mother?"

Marquis Jinyang frowned. At this moment, the old woman who had been standing behind him spoke up.

“Miss, there’s no need to get entangled with the Marquis. If you don’t want to move the grave, that’s fine too. However, it’s hard to say where Lin’s remains will end up.”

Achan looked up, not angry, but simply asked, "Does her word mean what the Marquis says?"

“Not bad,” Marquis Jinyang glanced at the old woman who had spoken and replied.

This person was a servant of Madam Xue. Before setting off today, Madam Xue insisted that he take this person with him, saying that she was afraid he would be swayed by Ji Chan's words.

Marquis Jinyang felt helpless. Since he had already agreed, how could he be swayed by Ji Chan?

Some time ago, Madam Xue consulted a feng shui master who said that it was because Madam Lin's grave had not been moved that it disrupted the feng shui of the Marquis's mansion, which led to the accident involving their Zhao'er.

For the sake of their child's safe birth, they insisted that Ji Chan move Lin's grave no matter what. Although the Marquis of Jinyang did not believe in feng shui, he felt indebted to Xue and saw that she was heartbroken over Zhao'er's death and unable to focus on her pregnancy, so he agreed.

"Alright then, I'll have someone choose an auspicious burial site in the next couple of days, and I'll inform the Marquis on the day of the relocation."

Seeing that Achan had backed down, the old woman's face showed satisfaction.

To everyone's surprise, the next moment Achan said, "I think Mother will understand me. After all, the ancestral graves of the Marquis's family have limited space. Only after she leaves can others be laid to rest. I wonder how the Marquis's wife is doing these days? Losing a son in middle age, the Marquis's wife must take good care of herself."

"How dare you curse my mistress!" the old woman roared, pointing at Achan. "The Marquis and his wife are willing to give you some face, yet you are ungrateful, born of a fickle woman..."

"Shut up." Before the old woman could finish her rant, the Marquis of Jinyang had already stopped her in a deep voice.

The old woman glanced at the Marquis of Jinyang and then shut her mouth in a huff.

"So I misunderstood. The Marquis didn't come here to move the graves, but rather to humiliate me and my mother," Achan said slowly. "The Marquis didn't have this attitude when Lord Bai was around last time. I guess he thought I was easy to bully since Lord Bai wasn't here?"

"Aren't you going to apologize?" Marquis Jinyang's eyes turned cold as he turned and scolded.

The old woman dared not contradict her and said somewhat reluctantly, "It was my fault for speaking without thinking. Please forgive me, Miss Ji."

"So this is how people are taught to apologize in the Marquis's mansion? After scolding someone, you still expect them to forgive you? That's too much to ask of me."

Marquis Jinyang kicked the old woman in the back of the knee, causing her to fall to her knees with a scream. When she knelt down, her knees hit small stones on the ground, causing excruciating pain, but she dared not move.

Achan didn't even glance at the old woman, and said to Marquis Jinyang, "My lord, you may return. I will have someone notify you in a few days after I have chosen a burial site."

"Alright." Marquis Jinyang seemed unwilling to cause any more trouble. Seeing that she agreed, he turned and returned to his carriage.

The old woman quickly got up from the ground, not daring to get back into the carriage, and could only limp along beside it.

The carriage had just turned around when Chen Hui appeared in Achan's line of sight. With her hearing, she had naturally overheard their conversation.

Holding two wooden molds, she approached Achan, turned to look at the carriage of the Marquis of Jinyang, and seemed somewhat surprised: "I heard that the Marquis of Jinyang once led troops into battle. How could he be so flexible and adaptable?"

Ah Chan chuckled: "It's not that he's flexible and adaptable, it's clearly that Lord Bai's remaining power is astonishing."

After saying that, she exclaimed from the bottom of her heart, "Lord Bai is really useful. I really want to keep him at home and worship him every day."

When trouble arises, just bring him out, and no one will dare to mess with you.

Chen Hui's lips twitched: "Lord Bai probably wouldn't agree."

"Maybe he'll be willing once our relationship deepens a bit more," Achan thought of Bai Xiuming, her eyes sparkling.

Having shielded her from so much trouble, Lord Bai's status in her heart is almost surpassing that of her ancestors. He is not only useful but also easy to please.

Chen Hui shook her head helplessly; only she would dare to say such a thing.

Achan's gaze fell on the mold in Chen Hui's hand, and she quickly forgot about Bai Xiuming: "Hui Niang, let's eat mooncakes tonight. I want chicken filling."

"Not tonight, I'll make you chicken floss and salted egg yolk mooncakes tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll eat four."

"no."

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After the carriage entered the Jinyang Marquis's residence, the Marquis went straight to his study. The old woman followed the carriage all the way, and when she finally returned to the residence, she didn't dare to rest. She went to the main courtyard, panting.

At this moment, Madam Xue was leaning against the soft couch talking to Xue Ying. She was wearing loose clothes and had one hand on her lower abdomen.

When the old woman who had been sent out returned looking disheveled, Madam Xue glanced at her and asked, "What, Ji Chan doesn't agree to move the grave?"

The old woman dared not hide anything and could only tell the whole story of what had just happened.

Madam Xue didn't do anything to the old woman; she simply waved her hand and told her to leave.

After everyone left, a hint of resentment flashed across Xue Ying's face: "Father is far too biased towards Ji Chan. Isn't what Granny Zhao said true? Why should he apologize to her?"

Madam Xue said in a calm tone, "Your father has always preferred to avoid trouble since he was a child. But Ji Chan is quite cunning, and she has made Bai Xiuming infatuated with her, so naturally he doesn't want to provoke her."

Since Ji Chan left the manor, she has become difficult to control. Moreover, she is quite cunning. Bai Xiuming only visited once, and the Marquis of Jinyang forbade her from provoking Ji Chan again.

But how could the feud between her and Ji Chan be resolved simply by avoiding provocation?

Madam Xue couldn't help but think of the news she had received some time ago: the corpse of the black tiger demon that had killed her child had been disposed of by the Mingjing Division, and the tiger skin that several princes in the capital had been eyeing had actually been given to Ji Chan by Bai Xiuming. What a huge face!

Although few people in the noble circles mention Ji Chan, many people know her.

After what happened at Lotus Garden last time, many families were dissatisfied with Ji Chan, but none of them dared to take action. Wasn't it because Bai Xiuming was protecting Ji Chan so openly that no one wanted to offend him?

But no matter how powerful Bai Xiuming is, he can't keep an eye on Ji Chan day and night. Her son's life is not so easy to take!

"But Ji Chan killed my brother, are we just going to let it go like this?" Xue Ying was still young and found it hard to hide her resentment towards A Chan.

She never imagined that they would go out for a trip and her brother would die in the blink of an eye.

For a long time, she couldn't get over her grief and couldn't believe that her brother, who had been with her every day, was gone.

I thought my brother was just unlucky and had encountered a demonic calamity, but later I learned that it was all because of Ji Chan.

Although her father said it was just an accident, she and her mother were convinced that Ji Chan had killed her brother. Otherwise, why were the others still alive, and only her brother had an accident?

Madam Xue raised her hand and pulled her daughter into her arms, gently stroking her back: "Mother will naturally not let go of the person who killed your brother. She made your brother suffer such pain before he died, and she must suffer the same pain."

As Xue closed her eyes, she could still see her son's gruesome death, and a sinister look flashed across her face.

“But what about Father…” Xue Ying said nervously.

“Your father won’t know,” Madam Xue said quietly.

Since Achan had decided to move the Lin family's grave from the Ji family's, she needed to find a new burial site.

Humans are different from their demon race; they can't just be buried in any hole they find. Fortunately, Mr. Xu next door has many connections and introduced her to a well-known feng shui master in the area.

Achan gave the other party one hundred taels of silver, and only then did the other party agree to select an auspicious burial site for her within three days and to preside over the relocation of the grave.

On the third day, the feng shui master took Achan to see the new burial site. Although he talked about the direction of the mountains and rivers, the Azure Dragon and the White Tiger, she couldn't understand a word of it.

I always feel that humans are researching something amazing. I don't understand it, but it sounds incredible.

After the feng shui master finished speaking, he turned around and saw Ah Chan looking blank. He stroked his beard and smiled, concluding, "It is an auspicious acupoint, beneficial to offspring, and will bless the young lady to make a fortune in business."

She understood what he meant; it was indeed an auspicious omen, though she didn't know exactly how it brought blessings. Why couldn't her ancestors have this effect? ​​Achan couldn't help but wonder.

"Does the young lady have any other requests?" the feng shui master asked again.

"That's all," Achan hurriedly said. "The burial site has been chosen, so we'll have to trouble Mr. Yang with the relocation of the grave in a couple of days."

"You're too kind, young lady. This is my duty."

Seeing that the feng shui master seemed quite knowledgeable, Achan asked again, "What else do I need to prepare before moving the grave?"

The feng shui master pondered for a moment: "If the young lady has enough money, she might go to a temple to light nine eternal lamps for her mother before moving the grave, and murmur a prayer in front of the lamps about moving her to a new home. People say that eternal lamps can guide the deceased. I don't believe it, but the meaning is good."

Achan chuckled; this Mr. Yang was indeed an honest man.

"Then I'll do as you say, sir."

After leaving a mark at the cemetery, the feng shui master bid farewell to Achan and left in a carriage with his two children.

Achan decided to listen to the other party and go to the temple to light an eternal lamp for the Lin family.

She returned to the carriage and discussed it with Chen Hui. After thinking for a moment, Chen Hui said to her, "The nearest temple is called Gushan Temple. My mother and I once went to the temple to light eternal lamps for my grandparents. The incense there is not as strong as other temples, but the scenery is nice and the vegetarian food is good. Why don't we go and take a look?"

Achan was a little conflicted; she wasn't very interested in vegetarian food.

Chen Hui saw through her little scheme at a glance and deliberately said, "The monks there can make vegetarian dishes taste like meat."

Ah Chan secretly pouted. No matter how meaty it tasted, it wasn't as good as meat. She wanted to go home and eat roast chicken.

Just then, her stomach rumbled rather unnaturally. Ah Chan rubbed her stomach; she had only had a bowl of porridge early in the morning before climbing the mountain, and had forgotten to prepare any snacks in the carriage. She was now feeling very hungry.

"Alright, let's go to Gushan Temple." She finally succumbed to hunger; it was nearby anyway, and she could manage with vegetarian food.

The carriage traveled along a not-so-smooth mountain road. Ah Chan was so uncomfortable from the bumpy ride that she had to climb out and sit on the other side to keep Chen Hui company.

The scenery along the road was nice, but unfortunately, Achan wasn't in the mood to appreciate it.

After another fifteen minutes or so, the carriage arrived at the foot of the mountain where Gushan Temple was located.

When they arrived, there was a carriage parked at the foot of the mountain. The carriage looked very luxurious, but it did not have any family insignia on it.

Achan couldn't help but glance at the carriage a few more times before looking away.

Gushan Temple is not located on the mountain itself, but rather halfway up the mountainside. It is about a hundred steps away.

A stable had been built at the foot of the mountain, with monks watching over the horses. For just ten coins, they could help look after the horses. Ah Chan and Chen Hui were both going to the temple, and since there was no one to watch the horses, they had no choice but to pay the fee.

The carriage was arranged, and the two of them walked up one after the other.

At first, Achan thought that climbing a hundred or so steps was easy, but after she climbed a hundred steps, her legs no longer belonged to her.

In the end, it was only after Chen Hui pulled and dragged them that the two finally managed to enter the temple gate.

Seeing that Achan was too tired to move, Chen Hui asked the monks in the temple to arrange a quiet room for her to rest, while she went to discuss with the abbot about lighting an everlasting lamp.

After she paid the incense money, the abbot left to prepare the eternal lamp.

Before leaving, the abbot said to Chen Hui, "I need to prepare for another hour. If you are not in a hurry, you may visit the temple. The dining hall in the back is open to worshippers."

Chen Hui nodded slightly to him: "Then I won't disturb the host any longer. I'll come back in an hour."

After staying in the quiet room for a while, Achan finally recovered. As she rubbed her sore legs, her mood, which had been quite good, suddenly became somewhat depressed.

She had helped Song Yan last time, and thought that the third chain would break and her body would recover a little.

But for some reason, she was unable to enter a state of inner vision. After these days, she finally realized that her help to Song Yan was not acknowledged by the shackles that bound her.

Why?

What makes Song Yan different from the people she has helped? Gender? It can't be that superficial.

After much thought, Achan could only come up with one reason: Song Yan was not human.

The Lin family and Hui Niang she once helped, even though they eventually became vengeful ghosts and zombies, were once human. Song Yan, though seeking revenge for humanity, was not human.

So, it's not recognized?

These days, every time she thinks about this incident, she thinks of the look her mother gave her many years ago.

That undisguised disgust stemmed from the fact that she was a half-demon, not a human.

If the shackles on my body were indeed set by my mother, then this rule... isn't so surprising.

But what's wrong with being non-human?

She has always been a demon, and she never thought being human was better than being a demon before, and she still thinks that way now.

If possible, she would rather transform back into her demon form than into a helpless person like she is now.

Just then, the door to the quiet room was opened from the outside. Achan looked up in surprise, and the person who opened the door immediately exclaimed when they saw someone inside: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Achan didn't look at the person who spoke, but instead looked at the woman standing behind the maid.

The woman was tall and slender, and even in a plain white dress, her stunning beauty was undeniable. Her pupils... were vertical, like those of a wild beast.