Chapter 143 The Taoist Has Come Down the Mountain

"Nine dragons pulling the coffin? It's indeed unique, but my second brother has already thought of it."

"His plan was to have nine bronze dragons made to order, each nine meters long, plus a bronze coffin with the outside of the coffin engraved with gold characters (inscriptions on bronze objects). Then on the day of the funeral, he would have 81 monks chant sutras to pray for his soul to be reborn."

"When my father is buried, he will be buried in a Feng Shui treasure land where nine dragons gather, so that he can bring blessings to his descendants for generations to come."

"Your second brother is so cruel!" Zhang Yang commented.

"Cruel? Why do you say that?" the woman asked puzzledly.

"You think that blessing for generations means that as long as you bury it, your descendants will enjoy the blessing? But that is actually a misunderstanding of Feng Shui."

"According to a survey by Johns Hopkins University, it is not enough to just choose a good location for a true Feng Shui treasure land. If you want to ensure that your grandparents and grandchildren will enjoy the blessings, your father must also work hard down there to achieve the effect."

"Otherwise, why did so many emperors bury themselves in auspicious places? Why did the feudal dynasties eventually fall into ruin?"

"Because you don't want to work after the emperor's death?" the woman asked hesitantly.

"That's right." Zhang Yang nodded and responded, "That's why I said your second brother is cruel."

Unexpectedly, this woman was actually thinking about this problem. Zhang Yang now felt that she really had the flavor of a rich second-generation.

"Master Zhang, do you have any basis for what you said?"

"Where can I find the results of the survey of that university you mentioned?"

"Tell me, I can pay you."

“……” Zhang Yang hit his thigh silently.

This woman is easy to cheat, or maybe she is just not short of money.

Anyway, it's a pity that I didn't prepare in advance and missed out on 100 million.

However, if you really want to set up a shell website, it seems like telecommunications fraud, so forget it.

"This information has not been released to the public yet. I only got the information because my master is a special investigator at Johns Hopkins University."

"May I ask who your master is?"

"He can divide gold and locate the burial site."

"Okay, I understand!" The woman was very tactful and did not continue asking. Even later, after she met Zhang Yang, she always kept the subject of Zhang Yang's master a secret.

"Master Zhang, let's get back to the original topic. In addition to mummies, do you know any other mysterious Egyptian rituals?"

“I really need it.”

"Why does it have to be Egyptian?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Because you are good at mummification. Egyptian culture should be your expertise." The woman said as a matter of course.

"If I were a Miao, wouldn't you ask me for advice on how to chase S away?"

“Are you Hmong? If so, that’s fine too.”

"I'll pay for it anyway, so don't worry."

The woman's tone was very serious, so she didn't seem that stupid. Instead, Zhang Yang could hear that she was desperate and was trying every possible means to cure her illness.

"You must make arrangements for your father, right?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Arrange? You could say that." The woman answered affirmatively, "My father's current situation is not very good. He has lived a life of walking on thin ice. He has earned too much money to take with him, so he just wants a grand funeral after his death."

"Funerals are better off being big events that people talk about for years."

"My father said that the real death is being forgotten. If someone still remembers him, he is not dead."

"As children, we should try our best to fulfill our father's wish, don't you think?"

"Oh, I see." Zhang Yang nodded.

It turns out that this sister’s father is still alive.

Hearing this, he almost understood. This funeral probably involved the distribution of the father's inheritance mentioned by the woman. Even if it was not a decisive one, he could probably get more by pleasing her father.

In ancient times, it would be equivalent to the prince personally supervising the construction of the imperial mausoleum?
It's nothing new. But then again, is her father really the richest man in Qingzhou?
Let’s take a look at the strength of the rich woman V50?

No, I’ve already given gifts during the live broadcast.

Zhang Yang thought about it and decided to give a little hint.

He coughed twice, cleared his throat and said:
"Big sister, first of all, thank you for your gift. Although it's not much, it's a thoughtful gesture."

"Secondly, there are many traditional funeral customs in our country. You can learn more about them. They are not just cremation and burial."

"Have you heard of hanging coffins? Do you know about sky burials? If that doesn't work, you can also make a flesh-and-blood Buddha. Egyptian mummies are really too outrageous. There's no need for them, especially for someone of your status."

"Master Zhang, you are indeed very knowledgeable. Could you please tell me everything?" the woman asked expectantly.

"Okay, I..."

Zhang Yang was about to explain when the gate suddenly opened and Grandpa and Grandma Xue walked in. Next to them was an old man wearing a black robe, cloth shoes and a cow-nose bun.

Behind the old man followed a young man in a long gown, holding a white whisk in his hand.

This is the posture! The Taoist priest is coming!

"I'm not feeling very comfortable right now."

"what?"

"Big sister, I have a guest here. Can we talk again when we have time?"

Zhang Yang wanted to hang up the phone first.

He felt that the other party was a freeloader, even though he had already given her a hint. If she was really a rich second-generation, she could just ask her secretary to find some information.

"What kind of guest is more important than me?" The woman asked unhappily, "I am also your number one brother on the list, right?"

"It's still number one on the overall list."

"Look at what you're saying. I'm not a female anchor." Zhang Yang smiled helplessly: "If you really don't feel satisfied, this phone number is my WeChat ID. You can add me as a friend and we can talk in detail when we have time."

The woman on the other end of the phone was silent for a while.

Finally, he agreed to Zhang Yang's suggestion: "That's fine, I'll talk to you in detail later."

"Okay, then I'll hang up first."

When Zhang Yang hung up the phone, Grandpa Lu had already sat down in the yard with two Taoist priests, one old and one young.

Seeing that he had finished the call, grandpa hurried over to him.

"Grandpa, why are you here?"

"Zhang Yang, the Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain, said he needs two magical instruments to perform a ritual. Can you help make them?"

"Magic weapon? Could it be the Sanwu Zhanxie Male and Female Sword, the Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal, and the Zhengyi Mengwei Talisman?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

He had studied the affairs of Mount Longhu in high school, mainly focusing on how to draw talismans to ensure that he would pass every exam.

The result is nothing.

"It seems like there is a sword, but it's not a double-edged sword."

"Wait, let me ask the Heavenly Master."

Grandpa Lu turned his head and asked respectfully:

"Tianshi, may I ask what are the two magical instruments you are missing?"

The older Taoist priest didn't say anything, and the younger Taoist priest holding a whisk next to him spoke:
"My master hasn't performed a ritual to change fate in a long time."

"If you are determined to do this, you will need a pure gold sword for the monks and a Boshan furnace from the Han Dynasty."

"Pure gold?" Zhang Yang looked at the two Taoists, one old and one young, in shock.

You two are here to make a wish, right?

(End of this chapter)