Hua Xiangyun thought to herself, what a coincidence! The souls in Xunjia Village were all ordinary people in their previous lives, and the only thing they had in common was that they were from the same clan.
"Is this your clan's ancestral land?" In this short time, Hua Xiangyun had already determined the location of the other graves, which were also arranged in the shape of sacrificial offerings.
“This is hardly a clan territory,” Old Jiang said with a bitter smile. “Back then, several of our families committed crimes and were exiled here along with our members. The surrounding mountains and forests are controlled by various villages and clans. We had no choice but to bury our bones in these deep mountains.”
The past is full of humiliation, and Old Jiang was unwilling to say more about it. If it weren't for this ordeal, his family wouldn't have fallen so quickly.
He should have been at the very center of power, which was also where he was most unwilling to be.
"Do you think the feng shui here is bad?" Otherwise, how could the family have declined more and more? Now they've all become ordinary farmers.
No, if it weren't for the change of dynasties, their family would still be of low social status. Now that everyone is equal, this is also their opportunity.
Hua Xiangyun, "Have you been wandering around this area all these years?" The "you" here also includes several other wandering spirits who are not here.
Old Jiang didn't understand why he asked that. "Where else can we go? In the past, some souls were taken away by sorcerers, so we spend most of our time hiding in these deep mountains."
They were initially afraid of sorcerers, but after seeing that Ren Jinpeng and his family were able to escape unscathed from Hua Xiangyun's hands without being harassed, they realized that the sorcerer wouldn't use souls to refine magical artifacts, so they dared to approach and ask for help.
"Have you explored all the surrounding mountains and forests?"
Old Jiang shook his head. "We old guys are not willing to give up, so we'll stay here."
Hua Xiangyun, “…” This is even more bewildered than those people in the back mountain of Xunjia Village. This nearly hundred-year-old ghost has never bothered to figure out how he can’t get out of this mountain.
"Has no one ever gone out?" Jiang Yi didn't think they weren't curious about the outside world.
Old Jiang looked at them thoughtfully before saying, "There is something strange. It seems that we can only move around in this area. If we want to enter the county town, we are turned away."
At the time, we thought that we had all been exiled to this place, without any amnesty, and could not leave. So even as ghosts, we couldn't be an exception.
Jiang Yi, "...Don't you know that times have changed?"
Old Jiang and his ilk are all bound to the monarchy, and they will never change that in their lifetime. Now that it's been brought up like this, it seems that it really is true. The dynasty is gone, so can the imperial edicts from before still be valid?
But why can't they leave? He didn't want to delve into that. Anyway, he had brought his entire family to its current state of decline, and he had no face to face his ancestors. He might as well stay here and protect his children and grandchildren.
"Are you the only one who wants to relocate graves here? What about the others?" Hua Xiangyun stood in an open area, looking around. If they could set up two sacrificial arrays in a row, wouldn't there be a second and a third?
What exactly are they trying to worship? It's definitely the work of the same person.
"How did you choose this feng shui location back then?"
Old Jiang said, "The others don't have that idea. Their families all have people who are good at studying, but there's no way out without studying now, so they're waiting."
We're hoping to one day change the door lintel, but our family is the most destitute here. Our children and grandchildren are useless. If we don't find a way to change things, we'll become a complete mess.
"As for our graves back then, given the conditions at the time, how could we have found a feng shui master? They were all arranged by our descendants."
Old Jiang thought it was just bad luck for his descendants to have chosen a bad burial site. He believed that if they could change the feng shui, the family might prosper in the future.
Hua Xiangyun said, "I can't help you change your grave site for the time being."
As soon as he finished speaking, Old Jiang's expression changed instantly, his soul shrouded in a layer of black mist. "Two masters, are you trying to go back on your word?"
He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. After living as a human for decades, how could he have forgotten the cunning nature of human beings? His soul, after so many years, had forgotten how to think like a human.
The two masters felt they'd gotten a bad deal by offering such a good item so readily, and now they're trying to raise the price...
Jiang Yi gently patted his hand, and Old Jiang floated a long way before finally stopping.
When he returned to his grave, he saw Hua Xiangyun plant a flag around their grave. After she had used up all the flags, they disappeared in front of him.
I just saw this master setting up an array over the herb field, using the same method. But there's no need to protect those few grave mounds.
It's not that he's being self-deprecating, but with the physical condition of those old guys, they'd probably find it too much trouble to even dig them out, so who would want them?
"Master, what is this?" Old Jiang dared not utter a word of complaint this time. If he were slapped away a few more times, his hard-won, solidified soul would dissipate.
“There’s something wrong with these graves of yours. They may have been used by someone with ulterior motives. It’s been almost a hundred years since you were buried, hasn’t it?” Hua Xiangyun felt it was necessary to tell her something.
"It's been about that long, hasn't it?" Time flies in the mountains, and Old Jiang himself couldn't remember exactly how many years he had stayed here. He only knew that his great-grandson was already the fifth generation.
"We've lost all power and influence, who would still want to take advantage of us?"
Hua Xiangyun still didn't know what was going on. "This should be a sacrificial array. If you're familiar with the area, see if there are any other gravesites like this around here?"
"Sacrifice?" Old Jiang frowned upon hearing these two words. Was the arrangement of their graves in the manner of a sacrifice unintentional, or was it done intentionally?
I remember when those old guys passed away one after another, their descendants chose the burial site. They couldn't possibly harm their own ancestors, could they?
"Master, is there a mistake? It's possible that a few juniors, unaware of the seriousness of the matter, caused it unintentionally."
"Our family was already almost reduced to nothing back then, why bother with all this trouble and tormenting the dead?"
Hua Xiangyun had no choice but to tell them about the cemetery on the back mountain of Xunjia Village. "The two mountains should be connected. Go and take a look. If you can get there, see if this side is exactly the same as the other side."
It's unclear whether this falls within their sphere of influence. Since this tomb forms a sacrificial array, the souls offered as tribute must be trapped in this area.
Old Jiang's face was rather grim. He felt that the master wouldn't come to cheat a lonely soul like him for no reason.
There are also the same graves and the same trapped souls. He couldn't help but think that many of his descendants would go directly to the underworld after their death, and that the underworld had never appeared before them even though they had been lingering in this place for so long.
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