The years when I opened a coffin shop in the world of Ninth Uncle

Chapter 65
The three of them walked leisurely on the street.

Renjia Town in the morning is the busiest time. After eating breakfast on the side of the road, they set off for Ren Mansion.

Wencai was a little excited.

Although I have heard that Miss Ren's husband is most likely the nephew of the Zhao family.

But it takes time to let go of a person.

Walking on the road, Uncle Jiu glanced at Xu Ping, who was empty-handed, and reminded him kindly: "Xiao Xu, didn't you bring a magic weapon?"

Xu Ping smiled slightly: "My magic weapon is my eyes."

Wangqi technique, "Qingsang Jing".

The Qi Watching Technique can accurately capture the surrounding environment and changes in the atmosphere.

"Qing Nang Jing", as the first Feng Shui strange book with written records, covers so many Feng Shui secrets.

In the age of science and technology, the pace of development is always more backward and more advanced.

But in terms of metaphysics, it is the complete opposite, the older it is, the more powerful it is.

I don't know how this rule was formed.

Hearing this sentence, Uncle Jiu was taken aback for a moment, remembering what he had learned before.

He had experienced Xu Ping's Fengshui technique before. Simply put, he directly used his human body to arouse the Fengshui atmosphere in the mountains, and forcibly plundered endless spiritual energy.

I'm afraid even my own master can't believe this kind of spell.

Neither of them spoke, but Wencai spoke now, "Master, shopkeeper Xu, you must help Master Ren find a good place, and bless his descendants with a long life and many children."

"what?!"

Xu Ping almost thought he had heard it wrong, but Wen Cai never expected that Wen Cai would see it.

Having said many sons, many blessings, it seems that he is really planning to give up.

Uncle Jiu was also very relieved, looked at his apprentice, and said, "Wen Cai, it's the best if you can think like this."

Wen Cai sneered, touched his forehead and said: "Master, you misunderstood, I just think that the Zhao family's nephew seems to be short-lived."

I'm going, meaning you think you still have a chance? !
Hopeless.

Xu Ping's pace was a little faster.

When passing by Aunt Qiusheng's rouge shop, Wen Cai said that he would go and come, and when he came out again, he held a box of rouge in his hand, which looked expensive.

Everyone knew what he meant, Uncle Jiu stared: "Where did you get the money?"

Wen Cai said weakly: "Qiu Sheng is inside, I asked him for credit."

As he said that, he hurriedly said again: "Master, you can't deduct my share of the wages for finding Master Ren's tomb this time."

Huh~
Xu Ping was happy, this person is not stupid, he took the money given by Miss Ren and bought her rouge.

Sometimes, I really don't know whether Jiu Shu's two apprentices belong to the monkey spirit type or are they stupid.

In front of the gate of Ren Mansion, the pair of white lions were still standing there.

Xu Ping's focus was on the lioness on the left.

The corner of the lion's paw that was crushed by him has been filled in now, and if you look carefully, there are still traces of repair.

Now look at the pair of stone lions with the Qi Wang technique, surrounded by a faint fluorescent light, and the Feng Shui bureau has been activated again.

The person who repaired the white lion in this country is probably also a capable person... Xu Ping took a deep look, but he didn't know who did it.

The housekeeper of Ren's mansion was waiting at the door early on. Uncle Nine was quite famous in this area, and Ren Tingting also valued it very much.

Unexpectedly, when I followed the old housekeeper to the living room, I heard from him that another Taoist priest came to the house, invited by the Zhao family, and also said to find the tomb for the master.

Grab business?
Interesting, Xu Ping and Uncle Jiu looked at each other and quickly reached a strategic cooperation policy.

……

living room.

Miss Ren sat in the upper seat decently, her delicate face also showed a bit of fortitude at this moment.

As the saying goes, a woman should be pretty and be filial.

She was already beautiful, but now she gave a clean and filial piety, with the beauty of a white lotus.

Sitting on the right is an old Taoist, with white beard and hair and rosy cheeks, he really looks like a fairy.

Next to him is the Wutong God who pretends to be the nephew of the Zhao family.

"Daoist Qingfeng, my father died a long time ago. He should have been buried a long time ago, but it was not until yesterday that he sewed up... and the search for the tomb has long been entrusted to Uncle Jiu and shopkeeper Xu in the town. .”

Ren Tingting's voice was clear and cold, and she was resistant to the sudden visit of the veteran.

Master Ren respected Uncle Jiu, and she also valued Uncle Jiu very much.

It was about her father's important matter, of course she wanted to hand it over to someone she could trust. After all, it was because of the burial that her father died tragically.

The old Taoist who she called Taoist Qingfeng was not annoyed when she heard the words, and looked away reluctantly, "Miss Ren, who is Uncle Jiu you are talking about? I have never heard of it. I think that Pindao practiced in Longhu Mountain back then. The matter of finding the tomb for your father should be handed over to someone with deeper knowledge."

"Tingting, Uncle is also kind, so don't let anyone else see you." Zhao Fangshuo showed a slight smile, his stern face was like melting ice and snow, filled with an inexplicable sense of charm.

Ren Tingting froze for a moment, then nodded slightly, as if looking at his face, she couldn't say no.

And the old Taoist beside him was dumbfounded.

I am a good boy, no matter how tall or sophisticated this man is, I can't help my heart pounding.

He did stay in Longhu Mountain, but he also cut firewood for half a year, picked water for half a year, and was kicked out for harassing pilgrims.

In the end, relying on the unnamed Taoist scriptures obtained in the cave, he practiced by himself and achieved some success.

I opened a Taoist temple near here, which is convenient for making money and doing dirty things.

While talking, a servant came in, walked up to Ren Tingting, and said softly, "Miss, uncle Jiu is here."

"Please."

Ren Tingting suddenly got up, her clothes fluttering.

……

After entering the living room, Xu Ping's eyes were first attracted by this old man.

With Bai Yun's lesson learned from the past, he directly used the Zhan Wang Qi Technique to look him up and down.

Well, exactly the same as that white cloud, full of evil spirits.

Sensing Xu Ping's gaze, Daoist Qingfeng hesitated for a moment, then stood up, and pondered: "Little brother, why do you look at me like this?"

Seeing that you don't look like a good person... Xu Ping smiled, showing eight big white teeth: "Dare to ask, but it's from Qingfeng Temple?"

Uncle Jiu glanced at him in astonishment, and fell into deep thought.

Daoist Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, but his white eyebrows remained unchanged: "Poverty Taoist is the master of Qingfeng Temple, um...Little brother, did you come to Qingfeng Temple to offer incense before?"

Uncle Jiu's face changed when he heard the words, but he covered it up very well, but the look in the eyes of this old man became more and more unfriendly.

Sure enough, Xu Ping shook his head: "I haven't been there."

Daoist Qingfeng looked surprised, and asked: "Then why do you know about the poor, and why do you stare at the poor when you enter the door?"

Xu Ping smiled lightly: "Don't think too much, Taoist priest. Xu has done a little research in Fengshui. As for why he keeps staring at you, Taoist priest..."

"Just because I look at your face, the Taoist priest is afraid that there will be a bloody disaster in the past few days."

Daoist Qingfeng's expression changed instantly, from red to blue, he stood up and shouted coldly: "It's nonsense."

Xu Ping looked down at him, and before he could answer, a voice suddenly came from the side: "Brother, since you claim to be a master of physiognomy, I wonder if you can tell what my face looks like?"

Zhao Fangshuo looked indifferent, and met Xu Ping's eyes.

(End of this chapter)