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Chapter 648: Breaking the Yin Formation

Fan Mingliang didn't expect that Yang Fan knew all these things. His legs went weak and he fell to the ground. The box in his hand rolled weakly to the ground, and the remains of the baby in the box fell to the ground.

Looking at the remains of the baby exposed under the red cloth, Fan Mingliang felt a chill on his back. He stiffened his neck and continued to be stubborn, "...The doctor said that if my son had been sent there earlier, he wouldn't have died..."

"It was those people who blocked the road and prevented my parents from going out, which delayed my son's escape..."

"Now my son is gone, and my wife ran away with someone else. It's all their fault... I did nothing wrong!"

Qiao Ci'an gritted her teeth and cursed, "Those people blocking the road are certainly hateful, but as parents, you disregard your children's lives for fun. You are the culprits who killed the children!"

"Not only did you kill your son, you also dug up his bones and made a Yin-summoning formation, causing his soul to dissipate and there is no possibility of reincarnation. How could there be a father as vicious as you in the world!"

Yang Fan squatted down and wrapped the baby's remains with a red cloth. Instead of putting him back into the box, he quickly drew a talisman with his finger. In an instant, the red cloth caught fire, and the flames spread and burned along the Yin energy.

It was like a big red net wrapping around the entire mountain, clearing away the negative energy from the entire mountain.

The soul dissipated, and the bones were made into the eye of a ghost-summoning array. Letting the child's bones become part of the mountain was the best outcome for him. Perhaps in the future the vitality of the mountain would give him the possibility of rebirth.

Everything has a soul. Maybe he will become a plant, or a small animal...

Taoist Master Fan Yi and Taoist Master Wu Xu clasped their hands together, looked at the remains of the baby in the flames with compassion on their faces, and chanted the mantra of rebirth softly.

Qiao Ci'an sighed lightly and chanted the mantra for rebirth with them.

"The Supreme Lord has decreed that your lonely soul be liberated, and all ghosts and spirits be blessed..."

Although there is no possibility of reincarnation for this child, at least this will make them feel better.

(Note: The mantras for the Pure Land in Taoism and Buddhism are different. Sister Fan used the Buddhist mantra for the Pure Land before.)
Low and sacred spells echoed above the flames. Qi Ming moved his fingers slightly, injecting some ghost power into their spells, strengthening the effect of the spells.

Whether this child will have the chance to reincarnate as a human being in the future depends on his luck.

"What are you doing? Don't burn my child!" Fan Mingliang regained consciousness and rushed forward to put out the fire and take back the child's body. The moment his hand touched the flame, a big blister appeared on his palm.

"Ah! It hurts!"

Fan Mingliang covered his burned hand and wailed twice, then hurriedly looked for a branch nearby to put out the fire. However, before the branch touched the flame, it was bounced away by a strong force.

Fan Mingliang was also thrown out and hit heavily on the old locust tree.

"Give it back to me...Give my child back to me..." Fan Mingliang stretched out his hand with a painful expression.

I didn't know and I thought he was reluctant to leave his child, but in fact, he saw that his Yin formation had failed, so he wanted to take the child's body away, so he used the same trick again.

No one paid any attention to Yang Fan and his friends. Soon, the child's corpse and the negative energy on the entire mountain were burned to ashes.

The villagers in the village could not see the negative energy, but they could see that the mountain seemed different from before. It seemed that the trees had turned green, whereas before they looked gray.

Zhong Zhengqi, who was at the foot of the mountain, saw the changes on the mountain and patted Li Wenlin's arm excitedly, "Wenlin, the mountain seems to have returned to normal!"

Li Wenlin said proudly, "You don't even care who takes action." Now that Yang Fan is here, the problems of this village will definitely be solved.

Zhong Zhengqi sighed, "Master Yang is really amazing..."

Suddenly he saw a few graves in the distance that had not yet been moved, and he couldn't help thinking, if the problem with this mountain had been solved, did that mean it was okay for the ancestral graves to continue to be buried here...

Since they have already moved away, should we move the ancestral tombs back? Will our ancestors be angry if we move them back and forth?

If I had known that Master Yang was so powerful, I should have been ruthless and pushed those people to come and pay for Master Yang to treat me. Although it is a bit expensive, he can treat both the symptoms and the root cause.

Unlike the two old Taoist priests who could only ask them to move their ancestral graves to avoid disaster but could not solve the problem of the mountain.

Alas, if I had known earlier, I should have moved the ancestral tomb more slowly. I shouldn’t have moved it so quickly... A trace of regret flashed in Zhong Zhengqi's eyes.

Li Wenlin was standing by, and although he couldn't hear what was going on in his mind, he could tell what he was thinking from the changes in his expression. He shook his head secretly, thinking that this old classmate was a fence-sitter with an unsteady will. He probably wouldn't be able to stay in this position for long...

Yang Fan kicked the wooden box back to Fan Mingliang and said, "Since you like this box so much, keep it as an urn for your ashes."

The Yin-summoning Formation is not so easy to use. Once it backfires, at best you will lose everything, suffer from illness, or even lose your life.

There was darkness in front of Fan Mingliang's forehead, and he knew he didn't have much time to live.

"It's over... Everything is over..." Fan Mingliang looked at the ground where the child's body was, his face ashen.

Fan Mingliang created this Yin-summoning formation to take revenge on the villagers not because of the child, but because he owed a lot of gambling debts.

The reason his wife left him was not because the child died, but because he had no money and she had to help him pay off his gambling debts, so she ran away with him.
He was paranoid and believed that it was the Fang family who forced them to move their ancestral grave and destroyed their family's fortune, which was why he lost every time he gambled and his wife betrayed him and left him.

So when someone came to him and said that they could use his child's bones to create a Yin-summoning formation to draw the blessing of the mountain to their ancestral grave, then everyone in the village whose ancestral grave was on this mountain would be unlucky.

He will have good luck and win every time he gambles, and from then on he will reach the peak of his life.

Fan Mingliang believed it, so he dug up the child's bones late at night without telling his parents, and buried the child under the locust tree on the top of the mountain according to what the man told him.

As expected, the next day after the child’s body was buried, the old man of the Chen family died, and other people in the village began to have bad luck one after another.

When he played cards, he won every time and never lost. He even won a lot from online electronic gambling. After paying off all his gambling debts, he still had a lot left.

Fan Mingliang was still counting on this formation to help him win more money, drive a luxury car and live in a villa.

As a result, two stinky Taoist priests came to the village inexplicably, noticed that something was wrong with the mountain, and asked those people to move their ancestral graves away. After the graves were moved, his fortune was no longer so good.

But he had no way to stop it and could only worry, but fortunately the child's body was there and those things were still there.

When he goes to the master for advice again and sets up the formation again, his fortune will continue.

But now the child's remains have been stolen, the box destroyed, and everything is over.

It’s all because of these damn stinky Taoist priests that they cut off his source of income!
"You damn stinky Taoist priests, you have to compensate me for my child and my fortune!" Fan Mingliang roared, his face twisted with madness.