Chapter 1002: Bamboo Slips Unearthed
Song Chunxue never imagined that there would be a coffin buried under the courtyard where she had lived for decades.
Although there were no remains inside, there were only a few pieces of clothing that were about to decompose, and some burial items.
Moreover, the burial objects looked strange; Song Chunxue didn't recognize them at all.
She stood to the side, feeling uneasy. She thought that although they no longer lived here, it was still the Jiang family's old house. If they found something bad, they would definitely never come to this house again.
The other three Taoist priests squatted on the ground, carefully examining the contents of the coffin.
Can you recognize what it is?
“This isn’t an ordinary person’s coffin. It’s the coffin of a sorcerer from a thousand years ago who claimed a spot here.” Master Han picked up the bronze cauldron from the coffin and handed it to Song Chunxue. “You can keep this; you can sell it for a good price.”
Song Chunxue waved her hands repeatedly, "I don't want to!"
She didn't want to touch the coffin buried under their house.
Thinking back to what his senior brother had just said—that he had seen it before but dared not say it—it proved that he had known all along that there was something under this house.
If we had dug this up sooner, we might not have needed to dig anywhere else.
"Junior brother, don't look at me. At first, I just noticed that this place was a bit out of sync. I wasn't sure if it was a grave. After all, a grave without a real body is different from the others..."
"Did you forget that we also unearthed a cenotaph for a general before?"
“…” Zhang Chengxuan turned his head, “This…”
"Don't make things difficult for him. Back then, his eyes weren't so sharp." Master Han placed everything in front of her. "I'll put it away for you first, but this isn't something that can be solved simply by digging it out. Otherwise, it will affect the fortune of your Jiang family."
He looked at the disciple standing outside the door, who dared not come in, and gently instructed, "Keep a close watch on the gate. Don't let anyone else in, and don't let anyone sneak around watching the commotion."
"Yes, we definitely won't tell them."
"Bring in the shovel and fill the soil back in; we'll be performing a ritual later."
"yes."
Zhang Chengxuan looked at Song Chunxue and said, "Go and prepare some things. We'll take this opportunity to resolve things for you, otherwise even the cenotaph will harbor resentment."
"Okay." Song Chunxue felt much more at ease. "Then I'll go cook later. Thank you for your hard work."
Lord Zhao noticed her worry. "Junior brother, don't overthink it. This thing won't affect the courtyard. Master Han will be able to find the owner of this cenotaph and see if the earth spirit is still there. Once it's dealt with, we can rest easy from now on."
“That’s right. I’ve even met people who’ve lived in mass graves for most of their lives. As long as you handle things properly, they’ll be fine.”
Master Han said calmly, "That sorcerer may have foreseen this day, and perhaps there is still a chance for him."
Just then, Zhang Chengxuan jumped into the pit and pulled out a bronze box from the corner.
Everyone curiously crowded around, wanting to see what treasures were inside.
"Let me see." Lord Zhao eagerly took the box and opened it on the ground.
Inside were bamboo slips, covered with inscriptions, which no one recognized except Master Han.
Master Han picked up the bamboo slips, a rare smile appearing on his face.
“Indeed, this trip was worthwhile.” Master Han stood up. “No need for the magic anymore. Fill the pit back in, and the three of us will bury these things somewhere else.”
Just these past few days, he saw a place on the mountain with excellent feng shui, a place that most feng shui masters couldn't see and wouldn't dare to use.
Moving this cenotaph to another location might ensure the sorcerer has some good fortune if he is reincarnated, even if he doesn't have descendants.
Tu Dan'er asked curiously, "Master Han, what's written on these bamboo slips?"
"No rush, I'll tell you slowly later." As he spoke, he held out his hand, "Give me the shovel."
He wants to dig it himself.
Song Chunxue knew that the bamboo slips were not simple, but she didn't ask any more questions and directed the children to get busy.
In no time, everyone got to work in an orderly fashion.
Hearing the commotion, other people occasionally stood at their doorways and looked towards Song Chunxue's house. It was said that not long after the group entered the house, they almost caused the main roof of the Jiang family to collapse.
They're being so secretive, not letting anyone get close. I wonder what they're up to.
Upon hearing the news, the eldest brother, Jiang Yeming, arrived at the old courtyard and discovered that there were three fine horses locked in the donkey pen, each one more beautiful than the last.
"Knock knock knock".
He arrived at the gate and knocked on the courtyard gate.
The once bustling courtyard suddenly fell silent.
Song Chunxue opened the door from the inside. "Boss, you're here. Come in."
Then she closed the door.
"I brought my senior brothers, uncles, disciples, and nephews to visit. We were just cleaning the house and haven't had a chance to look for you yet." Song Chunxue led the eldest son to the kitchen. "Have you all eaten yet?"
"Not yet, we just got back from being busy outside." The eldest brother asked curiously, "Is there enough room for so many people to stay at home? There's not much food in the kitchen, is there any to eat?"
"Yes, I brought rice, flour and cooking oil with me when I came back. It's just that the house isn't very clean and it's not very warm."
Song Chunxue didn't want him to go to the main house, worried that if he found out what was going on there, he wouldn't be able to explain it to the people on the estate, and some nonsensical rumors would spread.
“My senior brothers are all very capable, even more so than Master Zhang. They said our main room wasn’t very clean, so they’re cleaning it for us. They made quite a commotion just now. Since you’re not a cultivator, you shouldn’t go.”
The eldest brother nodded, "I heard from the Li family that our house is about to collapse. Houses that are not lived in for a long time are prone to collapse, so I came here specifically to check it out."
He pointed outside the door, "If there's no room, stay at my place."
“Your yard doesn’t have many rooms, but our yard has many rooms. We can clean it up and move in.” Song Chunxue squatted on the ground peeling potatoes. “Can you boil a pot of water for me? I’ll knead the dough and make noodles with meat sauce.”
The eldest brother responded.
"Mother, I saw your carriage coming down the mountain from the other side. Did you go to my uncle's house?"
"Well, I haven't visited your aunts in a long time, so I stopped by to see them all. I'm planning to stay here for a few days before going back." She looked at the eldest child, "Is spring planting busy?"
"I'm not too busy. I hired someone to help me plant them." Jiang Yeming looked at Song Chunxue. "Mother seems to have lost some weight. Is it hard working out there?"
The mother and son chatted about everyday things. Song Chunxue occasionally turned her head and saw her eldest son squatting in front of the stove. Suddenly, she felt that this scene was from a long time ago.
When she was little, my eldest child was just like she is now, willing to tend the fire for her, gentle and sensible.
How did he change?
It doesn't really matter anymore. Just like when she was a child, she was a playful little girl, but later she became the short-tempered widow of the Jiang family.
"Master, I've cleaned the room. How should I change the bedding?"
At this moment, Changfeng and Changyun came in from outside.
Jiang Yeming stood up and looked curiously at the apprentice his mother had taken in.
“This is my eldest son, Jiang Yeming,” Song Chunxue introduced them, “and these are my two apprentices, Changfeng and Changyun.”
"Greetings, elder brother." Changfeng and Changyun bowed respectfully.
Jiang Yeming was taken aback for a moment, then awkwardly returned the greeting, "Greetings to both of you."
“Big brother and Master look so alike. No wonder Master used to favor big brother,” Changyun said with a smile. “They look even more alike when they smile.”
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