The Little Fox's Immortal Cultivation Encyclopedia

Chapter 132 What ancient battlefield? This is a geomantically auspicious place!

"Then take your time," the fox said, not in a hurry at all.

The old man slowly began, "I have two sons. They've always been competitive since they were little, always trying to prove who's better. They've never had a peaceful day."

The fox raised an eyebrow; it hadn't expected the story to have such a strange beginning.

"They argued like this for decades without ever reaching a conclusion. Even after I died, they were still arguing about where I should be buried."

"They each hired a fortune teller, saying they wanted to find the best burial site so that I could bless them from below and help them get promoted and become wealthy."

"And then you chose this place?" The fox was surprised. How could they dare to bury their father in a place where countless soldiers had died in battle, a place so full of malevolent energy that even the Roaring Mother Cult was interested in it? Was it hoping for promotion and wealth, or was it afraid that their father would die too peacefully?

The old man shook his head: "It is indeed this place, but it's one thing for them to be arguing, but they even disagree on the doctor they found."

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"The fortune teller my eldest son hired said that this is a rare feng shui treasure land, one that is only seen once in a hundred years. If a person is buried here, their bones will remain intact and their vital energy will rise, thus protecting their descendants. Within three generations, a distinguished person will surely emerge."

The fox exclaimed in amazement, "Where did you find this feng shui master for your eldest son? Does he have a grudge against you?"

Let alone the dead buried here, even the living who stay here for too long will surely become ghosts within three generations.

The old man ignored the fox and continued, "The fortune teller my second son hired said that this land has no yang energy and only yin energy, making it a place where yin cannot thrive. It looks good, but it is actually dangerous."

The fox thought the second gentleman had finally spoken a sensible word and was about to nod when the old man continued, "The coffin should be buried on the nearby high ground, just to absorb some of the good fortune."

The fox nearly choked on its breath: "Want to share in the good fortune?"

"Young man, don't keep interrupting me," the old man said sternly.

Looking at his stiff face, the fox suddenly understood why the old man didn't like to smile.

"Later, neither of my two sons would submit to the other, but since they were in their positions, they brought the coffin over first and planned to make further plans once they arrived at the land."

"Unfortunately, the weather was uncooperative those few days; it rained continuously, and the muddy roads became rotten, making it impossible to carry the coffin out. The funeral procession had no choice but to stop by the roadside, where several craftsmen cut some wood and built a thatched hut to temporarily cover the coffin until the rain stopped."

"And then I woke up."

"The rain lasted for seven or eight days. My two sons and the people they brought were hungry and tired, so they finally reached an agreement and took half of their husbands' advice. They buried me on the spot and left without even dismantling the shed."

"The coffin has been buried, the mourning period has been observed, and everyone should go back to their own homes and live their own lives. After all, I have been an old man all my life and have left behind a lot of things. They then used the excuse that the feng shui of this place is good and that the ancestors have blessed it, and that those things were all newly dug up from the ground, and then sold them all."

"So after a while, everyone said that this place had good feng shui, and it was indeed a treasure land, so they wanted to bury their families here."

"Pfft." The fox was already unable to suppress his laughter, and upon hearing this, he couldn't help but laugh. Even Hu Nianshuang covered her lips with her sleeve, her shoulders trembling slightly.

The old man remained calm and continued, "Then more people came, and people from the surrounding area gathered together. Some sold paper offerings, and some made coffins. They built houses next to the sheds, one after another, and slowly it became a village. Later, when someone died, they were buried in the middle of the village."

The old man finished speaking in one breath and then fell silent, showing no intention of continuing.

The fox, his smile fading, listened with growing interest and pressed on, "And then what happened?"

"I've answered all your questions. That's the whole story." The old man said calmly. "I've been here for many years and I've developed some insight. You're no ordinary person, and you can see through my secrets. It's futile for me to try to hide anything from you."

"But if you ask about anything else, I know nothing. Night is coming, you should get some rest."

The old man got up and left, and the fox watched him leave silently.

"How much of what he said do you think is true?"

"He is not a living person, and even a fox cannot see through his thoughts, but what he said should be basically true, only some key points have been omitted."

The old man left without closing the door, and the night wind blew in through the doorway. The fox sniffed and glanced outside. The courtyard was dark, and Ah Sheng's busy shadow was cast on the wall by the oil lamp.

The lights suddenly flickered, casting jagged shadows, and Hu Nianshuang suddenly felt a chill creeping up the ground inch by inch.

"Brother, something's wrong!"

"Without the suppression of the sun's essence, it's normal for the yin energy underground to be more active."

The fox casually explained, then walked to the door and looked outside. Compared to inside the house, the malevolent energy outside the courtyard wall surged even more violently, rising like a tide.

"You stay inside, Fox, go out and take a look."

The fox crossed the fence and stepped onto the ground. The solid dirt road that was solid during the day now seemed to be nothing but a skin. With a gentle press, water would squeeze out from it.

"water?"

Village entrance.

The red fish flipped over in the tank, splashing a few drops of water.

"You little fox, running around with that white fox and leaving me here!"

"You say I'm still seriously injured and safe here? I think you just think I'm in your way! Once I'm healed, I'll make you experience what it's like to be left out."

The red fish grumbled incessantly, its puffed-up cheeks bulging. Suddenly, it felt a chill on its body. It paused for a moment, then looked up and saw that the surface of the water above was covered with a thin layer of ice.

"Um?"

The red fish paused for a moment, then became annoyed: "Why did it freeze over all of a sudden!"

It crashed into the ice and poked its head out to look around.

The ground was damp, with water seeping from the soil, first forming puddles, then gradually merging into patches, eventually covering a layer of water just above the instep.

In the distance, scattered lights appeared. Red Fish looked up and saw that many villagers had appeared in the village at some point, carrying various objects: bottles, stoves, basins, mirrors, pearls, jade, and other precious items.

The red fish had been to a museum before, and it could tell that the people holding those antiques were all fake.

They walked to the water and put the objects they were carrying into it.

The red fish stared wide-eyed as the objects gradually changed. The artificial aging marks, which were originally just painted on, first began to spread out in the water, but then reappeared on the antiques, growing out little by little from within, just like real marks.

In no time, these ancient artifacts appeared as if they had truly been submerged in water for a century, and were retrieved by the villagers. They wiped the water off their sleeves, examined them in the moonlight, nodded in satisfaction, tucked them into their pockets, and turned to walk away.

The red fish felt a chill run down its spine, unsure whether it was from the wind or the cold, and quickly retreated back into the water.