Xu Qionggui sat there for a long time, then looked up at Xu Ning. "I will soon dissipate my cultivation and follow him. Please bury me with him! My remaining possessions are your reward."
Xu Ning sighed. "Why don't you reconsider?"
Xu Qionggui shook her head firmly. "I won't reconsider. I've already made up my mind by coming here early!"
Without answering, Xu Ning silently stood up, turned his back to Xu Qionggui, and said, "I'm sorry, Ms. Xu, you can't agree to that. Please think it over carefully before you talk to me again!"
After saying that, Xu Ning quickly left and entered the backyard.
Xu Qionggui stared blankly at the backyard gate.
The next morning, when Xu Ning came to the coffin shop from the backyard, he was completely dumbfounded.
He saw Xu Qionggui sitting cross-legged on a stool, already lifeless, with a storage bag on the table in front of her.
Xu Ning hurried forward, took Xu Qionggui's hand, and checked her pulse.
The pulse had vanished. Only the shimmering colored light emanating from her body entered Xu Ning's own.
"Ah! Why did she do this?" Xu Ning was somewhat dazed.
"Hehehe, some people, for the sake of their lives, dare not touch any emotions."
"And some people, for the sake of emotions, are willing to risk their lives."
Xu Ning murmured with a self-deprecating laugh, then picked up Xu Qionggui's body and carefully placed it in the coffin.
As for preparing her remains, Xu Ning felt that her final appearance, as she bravely faced death, was her most beautiful appearance, and the appearance she most wanted him to see.
"Master!"
At this moment, Han Moyu rushed out from the backyard, stunned by the sight of the coffin being closed.
Xu Ning said, "Prepare incense, candles, and paper money."
This time, the master and disciple were performing a ritual for Xu Qionggui's soul.
Early the next morning, Xu Ning and Han Moyu used an iron oxcart and a cart to pull the coffin to Teng Hongchang's grave and bury it there.
Standing before the double grave, Xu Ning was momentarily speechless.
"This burial is unacceptable!" At that moment, an old man's voice came from the side.
Xu Ning and Han Moyu turned to look and saw a white-haired old man holding a gourd of wine, drinking from it.
At the same time, the canopy's voice suddenly came from above Xu Ning's head. "Xu Ning, the other party is a top-grade Golden Core cultivator. You must be careful."
Xu Ning nodded secretly. "They have no descendants, so it won't affect them!"
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The old man was stunned for a moment, then said, "The reason why burial affects descendants is because the location or time of burial is wrong, causing them to be uncomfortable, which will affect their descendants."
Xu Ning was also stunned after hearing this, then said, "I should have asked the corpses, asked them what position they were most comfortable in."
"Ask them what position they are most comfortable in? It would be best to build them an underground palace and put some burial objects! What a waste of time! When people die, birds fly to the sky, why bother!"
The old man chuckled. "Hehe, when men die, birds fly to the sky, what about women?"
Xu Ning asked, "Um, senior, do you know anything about feng shui or something?"
The old man nodded slightly. "I know a little bit!"
Xu Ning immediately turned to Han Moyu beside him.
Han Moyu immediately understood and knelt down before the old man with a "plop." "Please, senior, accept me as your disciple!"
The old man was taken aback, looking at Xu Ning with interest, a knowing smile on his face. "If I heard correctly, he should have called you master, right?"
Xu Ning said, "That's easy. I'll expel him from the sect immediately!"
Han Moyu was dumbfounded, thinking to himself, Master, do you have to go this far?!
The old man was also taken aback by Xu Ning's words, then couldn't help but laugh. "You two, master and disciple, are quite interesting! Is there anywhere you can take me in?"
Xu Ning said, "We, master and disciple, run a coffin shop. If you don't mind the bad luck, senior, you can stay there temporarily."
The old man nodded. "Very well!"
On the way, Xu Ning couldn't help but ask, "May I ask your esteemed name, senior?"
Speaking of this, the old man's face was full of pride. "I am Bai Rui!"
After saying that, his gaze remained fixed on Xu Ning's face, hoping to see a different expression on Xu Ning's face.
Xu Ning simply said "Oh," and then said, "This junior is Ye Youpeng, and that is my disciple, Han Moyu."
Bai Rui couldn't see what he wanted to see in Xu Ning's expression and couldn't help but ask, "You haven't heard of me?"
Xu Ning shook his head. "Never heard of you!"
Bai Rui asked, "Master Bai Rui? You haven't heard of him?"
Xu Ning asked in confusion, "Do we need to have heard of him?"
Han Moyu interjected, "Master, we have heard of him now!"
Xu Ning nodded hurriedly. "Ah, yes, yes, we have heard of him now. We have long admired Master Bai Rui's name, and it is truly an honor to meet you today!"
Bai Rui became anxious and asked again, "Have you heard of ancient Taoism and Buddhism?"
Xu Ning shook his head. "Never heard of them!"
Bai Rui went crazy. "You are all country bumpkins!"
Xu Ning's eyes lit up. "You even saw through me, senior?"
Bai Rui only felt a headache at this moment and remained silent for a long time.
Upon arriving at the coffin shop, Bai Rui looked around with satisfaction. "This shop is quite good!"
Xu Ning replied, "As long as Senior is satisfied."
After sitting down at the table, Xu Ning turned and gestured to Han Moyu with his eyes.
Han Moyu knelt down before Bai Rui again with a "plop." "Master, please accept my bow!"
Bai Rui quickly raised his hand to stop him. "No, no, I didn't agree to take you as my disciple."
Xu Ning said, "Disciple, get up! It's a pity he doesn't like you, what a waste of your divine-grade luck!"
Han Moyu was about to get up in disappointment when Bai Rui quickly said, "Stop, don't get up yet."
Then he looked at Xu Ning. "Brother, is he really a divine-grade luck?"
In the cultivation world, very few people know about luck, and even fewer understand it.
However, Bai Rui was one of the few who understood it.
Divine-grade luck—it only appears once every tens of thousands of years. Once it grows up, it will definitely be an existence that suppresses an era.
Xu Ning said, "Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me. Disciple, get up quickly!"
Han Moyu quickly stood up and, at Xu Ning's gesture, sat down next to Xu Ning.
Bai Rui glanced enviously at Han Moyu, then feigned seriousness and said, "Taking him as a disciple isn't impossible."
Xu Ning quickly waved his hand. "No, once, twice, but not a third time! Senior, please don't even think about it. My disciple has his pride too! If he's rejected again, it will affect his Dao heart."
Bai Rui glared. "Let him try again!"
Xu Ning shook his head. "No, I won't try!"
Bai Rui insisted. "No, you must let him try again!"
Xu Ning said, "Senior, don't do this!"
Bai Rui glared. "What do you mean, 'senior'? Call me 'Second Brother'! We've become sworn brothers, so I'll be his second master from now on."
Xu Ning hesitated. "Isn't this inappropriate?"
"What's inappropriate about it!" With that, Bai Rui took out an incense burner, lit three incense sticks, and handed them to Xu Ning.
Then, he lit three incense sticks himself and pulled Xu Ning to bow down.