Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 726

Chapter 726: Chapter 726

Feng Shui is something Yang Fan doesn’t really understand, but he feels that his own interpretation might not be wrong either.

There are many graves on Li Mountain, both old and new, densely packed across several peaks.

The Fengshui Master chose to bury so many people here, so this place must be a Feng Shui treasure land, right?

But at the same time, this place indeed has its fair share of oddities.

And moreover, it births big figures.

Neither the Old locust tree nor the Yun Family’s ancestor would be considered ordinary dangerous entities.

If these two were to descend from the mountain, they could easily cause a village massacre or destroy settlements.

The feast has started.

At Yang Fan’s table, there were only three of them, along with two elders from the Yun Family.

Although Yun Miaoyi was the initiator and investor of this exhumation, she wasn’t qualified to sit at Yang Fan’s table.

The meal was casual; everyone ate unhurriedly, cleaned up slowly afterward, and managed to drag out the time until a little past ten before packing up their things to prepare for the climb up the mountain.

Mr. Fan still hadn’t returned yet.

The midday ritual would likely have to be presided over by Yang Fan.

Yang Fan hesitated about whether to call Mr. Fan for an update but worried he might be busy at a critical moment. Thinking it over, he chose not to bother him after all. Anyway, he just needed to watch them burn their ancestor; it wasn’t much else to concern himself with.

The Fengshui Master hired by the Yun Family had already arrived, so the rest of the arrangements didn’t require his involvement.

Near the Yun Family’s ancestral grave, the Yun Family members were busily preparing firewood to burn the ancestor, alongside various items needed for the upcoming bone-collection and reburial rituals. Yang Fan stood by, simply watching without much else to do, as his presence was sufficient.

At that moment, the backup Fengshui Master, the one surnamed Gao, approached and handed Yang Fan a cigarette. "Young man, you’re quite young, huh? There aren’t many young people willing to do this kind of work nowadays."

"Why?" Yang Fan asked.

He wasn’t too familiar with the field, despite being a quasi-insider now.

Mr. Gao chuckled, "It’s tough and exhausting, and you barely make any money at it."

"...Oh."

Yang Fan didn’t want the conversation to turn awkward, but truthfully, he had no idea what else to say.

"Young man, how about helping me observe and evaluate things later? This job was originally yours and your master’s. Although I was called in at the last minute, our approaches might differ slightly. Since the Yun Family hired you two, I think it’s better to stick to your methods, so we avoid any finger-pointing if something goes awry later. What do you think?" Mr. Gao said.

Yang Fan shook his head. "Mr. Gao, I don’t understand Feng Shui. You should handle this yourself."

"Don’t understand? Don’t tease an old man like me. You and your master took on the job—how could you not understand!" Mr. Gao laughed. "I mean no offense, nor am I trying to give you any trouble. I swear I’m genuinely being honest."

"I’m also being honest. My master understands it, but I’ve never studied Feng Shui," Yang Fan said. "I can’t pretend to know something I don’t—that would truly invite disaster. Mr. Gao, just go ahead with your own methods; you don’t need to consult me."

Mr. Gao gave Yang Fan a serious glance, as if still somewhat doubtful. "Then what have you actually learned, young man?"

Yang Fan pointed toward the Yun Family’s ancestor. "Yesterday he was jumping around, biting people. I killed him—pulled off his head myself. That’s what I’ve studied."

Mr. Gao froze, his expression dumbfounded.

"Are you saying the Yun Family’s ancestor... reanimated?" He finally asked in shock after a long pause.

"You didn’t know?" Yang Fan frowned slightly. "Seems I may have said too much."

Mr. Gao chuckled lightly. "No need to worry, young man—this is no problem. If I know, it’s fine. The Yun Family certainly wouldn’t hide this from me. Once it’s time for the reburial, they’ll explain the full situation to me before I go ahead with the burial. That’s part of the custom."

"They also want their descendants to thrive and for the family to produce more big figures, so they absolutely wouldn’t conceal anything when it comes to this matter."

Yang Fan felt relieved upon hearing this.

If one took on a task, earned the deal, but ended up with a reputation for being overly talkative, wouldn’t that be terrible?

"Young man, after corpses reanimate, what are they like?" Mr. Gao asked curiously.

"Alive." Yang Fan replied tersely. "Mr. Gao, you’ve never seen one yourself? You’ve been in this line of work for so long—you must’ve witnessed plenty of unbelievable things, right?"

Mr. Gao didn’t mind Yang Fan’s utterly noncommittal attitude and said, shaking his head: "I’ve indeed been in this profession for quite some time, but honestly, I haven’t encountered many truly unsettling incidents—maybe just two or three minor ones, nothing catastrophic."

"There was one incident where the coffin had already been sealed and was about to be buried, but suddenly, knocking sounds came from inside. When we reopened the coffin, the old lady inside had her eyes wide open, bulging like marbles—with her lower eyelids completely gone. At the time of her death, for some unknown reason, her eyes wouldn’t close. Her family couldn’t resolve it and ended up gluing them shut. When her eyes snapped open like that, her lower eyelids got torn apart."

"Everyone present was scared out of their wits, myself included—I felt my scalp go numb. I forced myself to ask about the circumstances of her death, only to learn that she had kept mentioning her youngest son who hadn’t returned home. Taking a shot in the dark, I had her son say a prayer and speak a few words beside her. After that, the issue was resolved."

Mr. Gao naturally described one of the eerie cases he’d experienced in the past and eventually asked Yang Fan, "Young man, what do you think caused that? Though years have passed and the family later conducted a Taoist ritual to forcibly disperse the old lady’s Divine Soul, I still feel a chill when I think about it."

"That obviously stems from unresolved attachment," Yang Fan explained. "When someone dies, their Yin Spirit doesn’t immediately leave. The stronger the attachment, the longer they linger. Once her attachment was resolved, she willingly departed. That ritual was unnecessary—if she’d already left, why should her descendants summon her back just to beat her out again? It’s suffocating."

"So that’s what happened." Mr. Gao sneered lightly. "When people are alive, they’re family. But once they die, most folks hope the deceased will go as far away as possible—for good fortune and prosperity at home, of course."

"Saying it nicely, it’s because humans and ghosts walk different paths. Being brutally honest, a dead family member isn’t family anymore—they’re part of another realm. Of course, this is just the sentiment I’ve observed in most people. There are still a few who long for deceased loved ones to come home often. They hope this world can have Yin Spirits, so their offerings during holidays and festivals feel meaningful."

Yang Fan silently nodded.

"Young man, have you encountered many incidents like these?" Mr. Gao asked.

"I’ve seen some, but not too many," Yang Fan replied. "Honestly, most of the time, we overcomplicate things—merely scaring ourselves. The reality is usually far simpler."