Chapter 142: Chapter 142: The Ancestor Said Just Tear It Down
Chapter 142: Chapter 142: The Ancestor Said Just Tear It Down
Xia Xin believed that his ancestors were the latter and took a step forward, firmly becoming Jiangli’s supporter, “I think the ancestors certainly couldn’t have been mistaken. Why don’t you check?”
“But how do we check?”
Wen Zishu glanced at Fu Shiyan and Duan Jianchuan, and said with some difficulty, “If we want to check, doesn’t that mean we have to dig up the old man’s tomb?”
“No, that would be a desecration to the old man,” Duan Jianchuan said with a dark face, rejecting the idea without a second thought.
Fu Shiyan pondered for a long time without speaking.
“It doesn’t need to be that complicated.” Jiangli stepped forward. “I have a way to open the tomb to have a look, and afterwards, we can restore it so that no one can tell.”
Duan Jianchuan said unconsciously, “That’s not acceptable either!”
Isn’t that still disturbing the old man?
Jiangli shot him a glance, “If there really is a problem, for the sake of your so-called non-disturbance of the old man, are you just going to leave it at that?”
Duan Jianchuan choked up.
He naturally didn’t wish for such an incident to occur.
Torn for a moment, Duan Jianchuan could only look to Fu Shiyan, hoping Fu Shiyan would make a decision.
After a moment of silence, Fu Shiyan said, “Then let’s open it and take a look.”
“Big brother!” Duan Jianchuan frowned.
Fu Shiyan didn’t look at him but spoke to Jiangli, “Please trouble the Abbot.”
Jiangli gave a slight nod, “Mr Fu sees things clearly. Actually, after so much time, the old man is no longer here. What disturbance can there be? The living are the most important.”
Duan Jianchuan’s face changed color.
He could tell that the words were meant for him.
Wen Zishu was originally not very supportive either, but seeing that Fu Shiyan had agreed, he no longer said anything.
Jiangli didn’t waste any more words, took out several talismans, and walked to the rear of the grave mound, looking left and right as if selecting a position.
Xia Xin followed and saw that she quickly affixed the talisman paper she was holding onto the chosen spot of the mound.
The next second, Jiangli took out several copper coins from her hand and tossed them onto it.
Xia Xin found those copper coins strangely familiar.
He suddenly widened his eyes.
If he remembered correctly, those were the Five Emperors Coins from the Copper Coin Sword treasured in his master’s room!
So the ancestor actually dismantled his master’s Copper Coin Sword?!
Xia Xin was about to shout out loud.
Before he could shout, there was a thunderous explosion, as if something had blown up.
A plume of smoke rose before everyone’s eyes.
“What the f*… what’s going on? Cough, cough, cough…”
Wen Zishu choked badly, coughing while fanning the air with his palm to drive away the dust in front of him.
Duan Jianchuan’s face trembled with anger.
What happened to no impact when opening it?
You call this explosion no impact?
“Abbot, how is it?” Fu Shiyan barely concealed a frown, unsure how to react to the situation.
Jiangli’s voice sounded amidst a cloud of dust.
The next second, everyone saw the dust rapidly dispersing.
As if blown away by a gust of wind.
Everyone immediately looked over to see Jiangli standing in front of the grave mound.
Everyone instinctively looked towards the grave mound.
A second later, Wen Zishu’s shrill scream pierced through the treetops, startling all the birds perched on nearby trees into flapping their wings and swiftly flying towards the sky.
Duan Jianchuan’s face also looked rather awful.
Xia Xin, peering over, covered his mouth, nearly vomiting.
The expressions on their faces were as if they’d seen a ghost.
To be precise, it wasn’t ‘as if’ they’d seen a ghost; this scene was simply more terrifying than a ghost!