Master Wu’s expression was solemn as he earnestly said, "Old lady, this indicates the old master’s spirit is unsettled and reluctant to leave."
Upon hearing this, He Xiumei’s face turned pale, but her eyes became even redder. Looking at the old master’s body, she sobbed, "Old man, I know you can’t bear to leave, and I can’t bear to let you go either. You go ahead, and I’ll come to find you after a while..."
Hearing He Xiumei’s words, the expressions of the others present all bore a hint of somberness.
Master Wu stroked his beard, pressed the corners of his mouth downwards, and said, "Madam, this matter is not so simple. Sending off the old master is not something that can be done with just a few words."
As soon as He Xiumei heard this, she grabbed his arm, "Master Wu, what should we do? Please hurry and save my son! If something happens to my son, how can I go on living?"
"This matter is easy to handle, I just need to perform a ritual, only..." Master Wu’s voice trailed off at just the right moment.
He Xiumei, of course, understood what Master Wu meant, and immediately said, "Don’t worry, Master Wu, as long as you can resolve this issue and save my son, no matter the cost! Our Jiang Family will certainly not treat you unfairly!"
With He Xiumei’s words, Master Wu was satisfied.
He smoothed out the horsetail whisk in his hand and assumed the appearance of a reclusive master, "The money is easy to discuss, but let’s focus on the task at hand first."
He Xiumei nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, thank you, Master Wu, I’m troubled for your help!"
Master Wu pulled at his face, maintaining an impassive expression, picked up the horsetail whisk, and strode over to the side of the coffin.
Those beside him, seeing this scene, didn’t dare to approach again and simply watched from the side.
Master Sun and Boss Zhao, not understanding the circumstances, had no choice but to watch Master Wu’s every move from the sidelines.
Master Wu approached the side of the coffin, taking out the already prepared compass, talisman, and several sticks of incense.
He first lit the incense sticks, placing them at the four corners of the coffin.
Without any incense burners, the sticks of incense somehow stood up straight and did not fall over.
Coils of incense smoke drifted through the air.
Boss Zhao murmured softly, "This master really has some skills. Look at the incense, it didn’t fall over!"
Master Sun was also curious in his heart, how did the incense stand upright?
After placing the incense, Master Wu picked up a talisman, pinched it between his fingers, and took a lit candle from the shelf beside him, placing it on the altar.
The next second, Master Wu pinched the talisman paper, stepped in the Celestial Step, and recited mantras with his mouth.
The mantras were obscure and difficult to understand, and the people around could hardly make it out clearly.
But Master Wu carried the air of a genuine master.
Seeing him , everyone was captivated, a mix of fear and anticipation as they watched Master Wu’s every move.
After chanting a few mantras, Master Wu suddenly flung his hand, sending the talisman in his hand flying onto the candle flame in front of him.
The candle flame leapt up suddenly.
It seemed to be signifying something.
The crowd then saw the surrounding incense smoke begin to drift faster.
Everything seemed to have hit the fast-forward button.
Seeing this, Master Wu hummed lowly and admonished, "Old Master Jiang, humans and spirits take different paths, quickly depart from here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked the horsetail whisk toward the candle flame.
All the onlookers involuntarily widened their pupils, watching intently for what would happen next.
The next second, the incense sticks around them suddenly snapped with a crack, breaking in half all at once.
Before Master Wu could react, the candle flame in front of him suddenly expanded and with a thundering boom, a plume of black smoke billowed out, rushing straight toward Master Wu, like a giant hand, and flung him through the air.