Ren Fa stood up and asked, "Uncle Jiu, is this tomb still usable?"
Uncle Jiu shook his head and said, "It's like a dragonfly touching the water, one point at a time, and it will definitely not touch the same spot. This acupoint is useless."
"What should we do then?" Ren Fa asked anxiously.
"I suggest cremation on the spot." Uncle Jiu said resolutely.
"Cremation? No, my father was most afraid of fire when he was alive. I can't do that." Ren Fa retorted excitedly.
Uncle Jiu tried his best to persuade him, "Master Ren, if you don't cremate him, you'll get into trouble."
Ren Fa froze in place upon hearing this, his face full of confusion as he said, "Anything is fine, but cremation is not an option. Think of other options."
Uncle Jiu turned around, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay, leave him in our charity cemetery for the time being. I will help the old man find another grave tomorrow so that he can rest in peace soon."
Before Ren Fa could say anything, Ren Wei behind him shouted, "Okay, close the coffin and carry it to the funeral home."
When the group saw that the young master had spoken, they immediately took action.
Uncle Jiu saw that everyone was moving and said, "Master Ren, please go back first."
"Thank you for your help, Uncle Jiu."
After Ren Fa finished speaking, he took his daughter Ren Tingting to a sedan chair nearby and went back.
Seeing them walk away, Uncle Jiu turned around and said to Wencai and Qiusheng, "The two of you should light a plum blossom incense array in front of the tomb. Come back and tell me what it looks like."
"Oh." Qiu Sheng and Wencai responded.
Uncle Jiu turned around and looked at the lonely graves around him. He felt a little sorry and said, "We need to light a stick of incense on every grave here."
After saying that, Uncle Jiu used his magical power of shrinking the earth into an inch and instantly came to a hundred meters away. This was the magical power he had cultivated during the three hundred days in the Yellow Heaven Realm. It was a pity that he had just entered the door, and each step he took could only reach a hundred meters. Compared with other immortals who could take a step that would take them a thousand miles, it was far behind.
Wencai and Qiusheng witnessed all of this, sighing repeatedly until Uncle Jiu disappeared. Wencai said with envy, "Master is becoming more and more powerful, almost like an immortal. When will I be able to learn this magical power of shrinking the earth to an inch? Then I won't have to climb mountains to perform rituals."
"We should finish what Master has asked us to do quickly so that we can go down the mountain and return to the charity cemetery to practice."
Qiu Sheng urged, holding a handful of lit incense in his hand. If he had not met the Taoist Master in the charity cemetery today, he would not have known that such an immortal who was more powerful than the Golden Immortal of Daluo had come to the charity cemetery in the past three days. With the help of the immortal, his master's strength has greatly improved. Even his gray hair has turned black, and his appearance has become much younger. He was thinking about whether he should please the Taoist Master and get some elixirs for cultivation from him.
"Oh, I see." Wencai responded, grabbed a handful of incense and immediately came to the tomb. He followed his master's instructions, making incense and placing plum blossom needles on it.
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