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  Xiao Bai practiced the life and death observation heart method. On the first night, he didn't succeed and startled Zhuo Ru next door. On the second night, he still didn't succeed but at least didn't wake up Zhuo Ru. On the third night, he still didn't succeed.

  It may seem like nothing to introduce just a few sentences, but from Bai Shaofeng's perspective, it is completely different. Let alone others, how many people in this world can tolerate experiencing such a car accident every day? Every day, they have to relive the pain of being hit by a car and flying out with broken bones and muscles. Not only can't they forget or escape, but they also have to maintain their physical and mental well-being. Only Xiao Bai can grit his teeth and persist, the hardships that cultivators endure and the trials they face are unimaginable for ordinary people.

  Xiao Bai's cultivation only took place at midnight, and he was busy with other things every day. He had to escort Luo Xue back and forth between the Luo Garden and the Luo Yang Building. When Luo Xue was free, Xiao Bai would also take time to handle Xin Wei Ping's aftermath. Xiao Bai said that helping out meant truly lending a hand, not just offering a few words of comfort for show. Xin Wei Ping had passed away, but in reality, dealing with someone's death was a real hassle. Xin Wei Ping's father was taking care of his hospitalized wife and didn't have much energy to spare. The body needed to be cremated, and a farewell ceremony would be held at the funeral home, where friends and family would be notified to attend. After the cremation, there would also be a burial ceremony, which friends and family would need to attend as well. Those who came from afar would need to be received and arranged for food and lodging. All of these tasks fell on Bai Shaoliu's shoulders.

  Xiaobai had never dealt with such things before and was really busy, so he suddenly thought of calling Feng Junzi to ask if the etiquette company he knew would handle funeral services. Feng Junzi and the boss of an etiquette company were friends, and it was that boss who had asked Feng Junzi to pretend to be a priest at his wedding last time. As soon as Feng Junzi heard about this matter, he helped Xiaobai ask, and it turned out that the company really did take on such business, so Xiaobai entrusted the etiquette company to arrange most of the things.

  But there is one thing that the etiquette company cannot handle, which is choosing a cemetery. A cemetery is also known as a "yinzhai" (a place for the dead), and in traditional Chinese culture, the selection of both yinzhai and yangzhai (places for the living) depends on feng shui. In modern times, with the standardization of urban construction and development, ordinary people find it difficult to discern the feng shui of commodity housing. However, when it comes to cemeteries, there is still great attention paid to this aspect. Cemeteries are also commercialized development projects, belonging to the category of yinzhai real estate, and developers naturally choose locations with good feng shui. Nevertheless, a cemetery can be quite large, with dense rows of graves on the hillside, and prices vary accordingly. Choosing a grave site also requires expertise, which neither Xiaobai nor those around him possess, but Feng Junzi is an insider.

  That night, while practicing boxing in the seaside park, Xiao Bai saw Feng Junzi and asked him to go to several cemeteries to take a look at the feng shui and help his friend choose a auspicious burial site. In fact, Xiao Bai didn't care where Xin Weiping's ashes were buried, but these things were done for the sake of the family members, and it was also a kind of comfort to do them seriously. It was a bit unlucky to invite people to the cemetery for no reason, but unexpectedly, Feng Junzi nodded and agreed very readily.

  Bai Shaofeng first asked Gu Ying about Luo Xue's schedule, and this Saturday morning Luo Xue didn't go out. He also took the day off in advance with Luo Bing, so he made an appointment with Feng Junzi at a specific time. He didn't let Xin Weiping's parents come to see the process of choosing a grave site, which would be another spiritual torment for the elderly, but just told them that everything was left to him to handle. Huang Jing accompanied him here, and she also wanted to personally choose the final resting place for her former lover. Xiao Bai told her that he had invited a famous Feng Shui master, Feng Junzi. As for whether Feng Junzi was really a famous Feng Shui master or not, Xiao Bai just said so.

  This afternoon, Xiaobai drove to pick up Feng Junzi first, and then they went together to pick up Huang Jing. In the car, Feng Junzi asked: "You really are a kind-hearted person, you will also help with such things. Take advantage of the family members not being around, tell me the truth, what kind of grave do you want me to choose?"

  "Of course, I'll choose the good one."

  Feng Junzi laughed: "Really? You haven't been to the cemetery, have you? Anyone who opens a cemetery must have invited a feng shui master to take a look. As long as it's a good feng shui location, do you know how expensive it is? At least tens of millions!"

  Bai Shaofeng was shocked: "So expensive!"

  Feng Junzi: "There are over a million tombs."

  "This can buy a set of houses."

  Feng Junzi: "Isn't that also a house? It's just not for the living, now even the dead's real estate is being speculated! Don't mention anything else, I hope you can afford it no matter how much it costs!"

  "Can't be too expensive, Xin's parents are not wealthy, but if they choose a grave that's too bad, they won't be willing either. How about this, within their affordable range, try to choose the best place, trouble Mr. Feng to make it sound good, as for the price, around 10,000 is fine, can't be higher than that. If Huang Jing chooses a grave that's too expensive, you also try to persuade her to choose a cheaper one, tell her that the cheaper one is better, you're a feng shui master, she'll believe you."

  Feng Junzi nodded: "I understand, you really are very sensible! By the way, do you believe in Feng Shui?"

  Bai Shaoliu: "I don't understand, so I can neither believe nor disbelieve. Do you believe it, Mr. Feng?"

  Feng Junzi: "I certainly believe it, but not in the way ordinary people understand."

  Bai Shaoliu: "Is Feng Shui really real?"

  Feng Junzi: "Nonsense! As long as there is wind and water in this world, there will be Feng Shui."

  "Is a 600,000 yuan tomb really one hundred times better than a 6,000 yuan one?"

  Feng Junzi: "It doesn't make much difference for the dead, but it's different for the living. At least it shows that one family is a hundred times more prosperous than another, or has the ability and intention to spend a hundred times more money on the deceased. Are you discussing this with me because you want to learn about Feng Shui?"

  Bai Shaofeng: "I really want to learn when I have time, but now it's just too busy."

  As they spoke, they arrived at the bottom of Huang Jing's building. Huang Jing's parents were already waiting by the road with their daughter. Huang Jing was wearing a black woolen coat and a pair of wide-framed glasses to cover her red eyes. Her pale face looked tired, and Xiao Bai couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. Xiao Bai got out of the car and introduced Feng Junzi to Huang Jing: "This is Master Feng Junzi, the most famous feng shui master in Wuyue. I've specially invited him today to select an auspicious burial site for Wei Ping."

  Huang Jing politely extended her hand and shook it lightly: "Thank you, Teacher Feng, you've worked hard!"

  Feng Junzi: "No need to thank me, if you must thank someone, thank Bai Shaofeng. Everyone has one death, the deceased rest in peace, and the living should mourn with dignity and move on, don't be too sad!"

  Huang Jing's parents also said they would accompany their daughter to the cemetery, but Huang Jing dissuaded them: "You don't have to go to the cemetery, it's not a good place anyway. With Feng Shui experts around, Xiaobai and I can handle it." Hearing her say this, Xiaobai felt much more at ease. Although Huang Jing's mood had not fully recovered from her sorrow, her thinking and problem-solving abilities were now completely normal. In fact, Huang's parents never wanted to go to the cemetery in the first place, which Xiaobai could sense, and Huang Jing was also aware of it.

  Huang's parents said: "Then we won't go. After visiting the cemetery, don't forget to invite Xiao Bai and this teacher for lunch, thank them properly."

  Even if you don't understand Feng Shui, you can still tell the good and bad of a cemetery at a glance. The environment, terrain, orientation, etc. are all different. The most expensive graves in the cemetery are very large and spacious, located in the middle of the gentle slope of the half-mountain waist, facing the direction of the sea to the south. The cemetery where Xiaobai and others came to visit is called Yushan Public Cemetery, built on the southern slope of a mountain not far from the sea. The terrain of the mountain where the cemetery is located is relatively high, with two slightly lower ridges on either side that stretch out to the sea in a ring shape. In the direction directly opposite the sea, there is also a small hill with a very regular circular shape, and the developer of the cemetery has erected a tall lamp post on it, which looks like an incense stick for worshiping. The person who built the cemetery is indeed a wise man, this is a very good wind-gathering water bureau.

  The cemetery is divided into six large areas, distributed on different slopes according to the terrain. Feng Junzi leads Bai Shaofeng and Huang Jing while walking and introducing the intricacies of the tomb in a serious tone, and comments on the grave sites that Huang Jing stops to pay attention to. Huang Jing looked at several good locations, but unfortunately, they were all occupied, either someone had already booked them or someone was already buried there. This large cemetery is very crowded, with at least 80% of the graves sold out.

  Huang Jing finally set his sights on a grave in the central location of the cemetery, right next to the most expensive section. The rows of graves facing south on the gentle slope were priced at 600,000, but this section, which was adjacent to it and had a different orientation, was much cheaper, priced at 56,000. Huang Jing's eyes landed on one of these 56,000-yuan graves. Feng Junzi shook his head: "No, no, not suitable."

  Huang Jing: "Why? The most expensive ones we can't afford, I just want to choose a slightly better place for Weiping. I know his temper, he had great ambitions and aspirations when he was alive, and he worked hard to stand out."

  Feng Junzi asked a very strange question: "You seem to know him well, it can be seen from the tomb you chose, right?"

  Huang Jing: "Of course, we knew each other in college."

  "Feng Junzi pointed to the grave and said with a profound expression: 'Choosing a location is not as good as choosing neighbors. The place you have chosen is just like his situation in life, close to the dragon vein of the cemetery, but the terrain is completely different. This side is a steep slope facing west, while the overall mountain trend is like embracing arms, and this grave is in the armpit, which is a symbol of being restricted and unable to stretch out. Alas, standing upright and stepping out... The wind here is dry and returns, and when it rains, the water rushes and collides. Compared to humans, those who are proud of their talents often have unfulfilled desires and unquenched ambitions. If he was like this in life, should he still be buried in such a place after death?'"

  Feng Junzi didn't know Xin Weiping, had never seen him before and hadn't heard of him either. Yet, with just a few words, he almost completely grasped the man's nature, simply by looking at the grave Huang Jing chose for him. Huang Jing naturally understood her fiancé well, but some vague thoughts in her mind were unclear until Feng Junzi spoke up and made everything clear. She didn't believe in Feng Shui, but after Xiao Bai brought a Feng Shui master, she initially thought it was just a formality, now she couldn't help but look at Feng Junzi with new respect, really starting to value his opinion: "Feng teacher, what you said is indeed true, so according to you, where in this cemetery would be suitable for him to rest?"

  Feng Junzi: "We've walked around this cemetery once already. I just saw two graves that looked good, go take a look and see if they're suitable."

  The two graves chosen by Feng Junzi were also on the west side, but with a higher terrain close to the mountain top. The slope was gentler and the arc of the hill was slightly concave, facing the gap between the small hills and the robust mountain ridge on the right side. These two graves were not far apart, separated only by a narrow path for walking. The prices of the graves on both sides of the road were different, one side was 8,000, and the other side was 12,000. Feng Junzi told Huang Jing that this was the shoulder of the dragon's pulse, which could step on the green cloud and borrow power, it was exactly what Xin Weiping had been seeking but couldn't get in his lifetime. Either one would be fine. In the end, Huang Jing chose the 12,000 one.

  They decided on a grave and memorized the number, then four people went down the mountain to pay the deposit at the cemetery management office. In addition to Feng Junzi, Bai Shaoliu, and Huang Jing, there was also a salesperson from the cemetery management office. Today is not a holiday, and it's still a bit early in the morning, so when they went up the mountain, the entire cemetery was empty with no one else around. When they walked down, three men appeared at the waist of the mountain, looking like they were there to sweep the tomb.

  The salesperson and Huang Jing walked ahead, while Xiao Bai quietly asked Feng Junzi behind them: "Mr. Feng, can I ask you a question? Is the grave you chose really 'treading on the dragon's shoulder' to borrow power from the blue cloud? Suppose, just suppose, this person could be reborn, what would happen if they really had such luck?"

  "Regardless of whose shoulder you step on, it's up to yourself how to be a person!... Huh, why are you still asking this? Didn't you instruct me to choose a tomb around 10,000 yuan and make it sound good? I'm doing exactly as you said."

  Xiao Bai: "The key is that Mr. Feng, you are too much like a feng shui master, even I couldn't help but take your words as true!"

  Feng Junzi: "I've even played a priest before! The priest was fake, and the Feng Shui master was just a friendly cameo, but that doesn't mean what I said wasn't true."

  Two people were whispering behind, Huang Jing was following the cemetery salesperson's footsteps down the mountain. The early winter mountain wind was very cold, and the salesperson also wanted to get down the mountain as soon as possible, so they didn't take the small path around the grave area, but instead took a shortcut through the dense rows of graves. Rows of graves followed the mountain slope like large steps, Huang Jing stumbled while walking down and almost fell, but was caught by a white figure who appeared out of nowhere, several meters away, in just an instant, just as she lost her balance.

  "Be careful when walking!"

  Huang Jing: "Just now I accidentally stepped on empty...my foot seems to be twisted."

  Bai Shaoliu: "Let me support you, walk slowly, are you okay?"

  "Halt!" Just then a loud shout came suddenly, and three men strode over the rows of graves, surrounding them from a short distance.

  "Are you calling us?" Bai Shaofeng asked.

  Among them, a forty-year-old pointed-headed man said with a strange tone: "Are you not calling us, are you calling ghosts? This little girl just stepped on the beam of my family's ancestral house, didn't apologize and left like that? I'll step on your mother's grave, would you be okay with that?"

  That man spoke very unpleasantly, but Huang Jing didn't want to start a dispute at this time and place. With an apologetic tone, she said: "I'm really sorry, just now I accidentally stepped on empty space and offended you, it was my fault, I apologize!"

  "Excuse me, sir. I think you may be mistaken. This grave is empty. Although there are words on the tombstone, they haven't been painted yet. According to our cemetery's procedure, the ashes haven't been placed here yet." The cemetery salesperson chimed in from the side.

  "Mind your own business and don't interfere in others' affairs! You're not even from around here!"

  As soon as they heard this, the three of them knew they were intentionally looking for trouble. Before Xiaobai could say anything, Feng Junzi sneered loudly from behind: "I'm telling you three, don't you dare to be reckless in a place like this? This is a cemetery, full of resting souls, and if you make a ruckus here, aren't you afraid that the lonely ghosts will run to your house at midnight for a meeting? Don't you respect the gods?"

  Pointy Head: "I've made a bet with God, I'm not afraid of any ghosts or spirits." A partner next to him said: "You can stay wherever you want, just watching the excitement is good too, we're here to cause trouble for this little girl." Another partner also said: "What's wrong with being a rogue? This little girl isn't bad, I've never actually fooled around in a cemetery before."

  Xiaobai knew that these people were coming for Huang Jing as soon as he saw them, because the three of them used the excuse that Huang Jing had stepped on a grave to cause trouble, but they didn't even glance at the grave, their minds were all on Huang Jing, it was clear that they had planned this in advance. The cemetery salesperson standing nearby didn't know what to do either, there was no one else on the mountain, and even if they went down the mountain, the cemetery management office wasn't equipped with security guards, who would have thought that someone would cause trouble in a place like this? Huang Jing was trembling slightly, involuntarily leaning against Xiaobai's other side, asking in a shaky voice: "Do I know you guys? Without any grudges or grievances, why..."

  Pointy Head: "You're Xin Weiping's woman, right? That dead guy messed with my wife and borrowed money without paying back. Today I'm going to mess with his wife."

  Xiao Bai shielded Huang Jing and whispered to her, "Don't mind them, these people are just looking for trouble." Then he turned his head and shouted loudly, "Scram! Don't force me to beat someone up!" Xiao Bai thought that person was very strange, saying that Xin Wei had an affair with his wife and borrowed money from him was obviously nonsense. They only stared at Huang Jing without paying attention to anyone else, but their attention occasionally glanced towards a distant place, as if there were still hidden dangers lurking there.

  Feng Junzi took a few steps forward and stood behind Xiao Bai at a higher location, saying in a neutral tone: "This place is great for fighting, if you get killed, you can be buried directly, the graves are already prepared, let's pay to buy a spot first!"

  Feng Junzi and Xiao Bai didn't show any signs of fear, while the three people on the other side looked a bit nervous. They glanced around cautiously and continued to put on a fierce face as they walked over. One of them reached out to touch Huang Jing's face, saying with a dirty mouth: "And there's still this little brother acting as a guardian, can he really do it?... This little girl is so delicate and tender, what a pity if she doesn't have a man... Ah——!"