Ball Ball Cultivation

What he didn't say was that he had been silently supporting his grandfather in convicting his father, which completely made his grandparents and that father lose their trust in him, and the two sides basically cut off ties.

Yang Kun and Yang Huan were chatting about their lives over the past few years, and it could be heard that Yang Kun only reported good news and not bad news.

More than an hour passed, and the two sides were still chattering. It can be seen from this that Yang Kun must have been raised by Yang Huan since he was a child, and his father was basically absent from his life. It is obvious that he is an unqualified father.

Wen Lei, who was carefree at first, became curious, and now is so bored that he has already taken out his phone to play a game. Oh, this carefree and silly brother.

Wen Yuan carefully examined the surrounding feng shui and layout. He stepped forward to interrupt the mother-son meeting and said, "Alright, the time for opening the third eye is almost here. Let's get down to business now."

Yang Kun: "What's the serious business? Taoist priest, are you going to collect ghosts? My mother is a good ghost, can you please not collect her?"

Wen Yuan shook his head helplessly: "The reason you died was because of an encounter with an evil spirit. The reason your soul has remained so solid and not dissipated after so many years is because of the yin energy left in the crematorium here."

Wen Lei was quite interested in this. He immediately put away his phone and asked, "Master, what happened? How did it happen? If I were to renovate his house, would I also encounter this problem?"

Seeing that it was his silly adopted son who asked, Wen Yuan explained carefully: "A person's luck is sometimes good, sometimes bad. Ms. Yang's luck must have been quite bad during that period. The collision with the evil spirit is because the yin energy is strong here. After noon, when the weather is at its hottest, the yang energy is strong. The yin and yang meet to form evil spirits. The impact of the evil spirit can cause dizziness at the mildest, and even fatality at the worst. To put it scientifically, Ms. Yang was extremely unlucky. Her husband cheated on her, and she was exhausted by the busy business and family life. She happened to come here to cause trouble in the middle of the day. She was already dizzy from the sun, and she was even more angry when she saw the culprit. She pushed and shoved, and accidentally lost her life."

Wen Lei: "Do you Taoists also practice science? You're quite up-to-date."

Wen Yuan looked at his silly son speechlessly.

Qiuqiu quickly explained: "These days, if you teach people about metaphysics, they will think you are a liar. So the masters teach people about psychology, medicine, and sociology."

Wen Lei: "Sister, look, I don't want to do decoration anymore. How about learning Feng Shui from the Taoist priest? This makes more money than decoration. I heard that setting up a Feng Shui layout for rich people makes this much money. I can't make that much from decoration in a year. After reading Feng Shui, I can buy more milk powder for your lovely nephew." After saying this, he blinked his eyes, and deliberately waved his fingers in front of Qiuqiu while counting money.

Wen Yuan: "You don't have the qualifications to practice Taoism. Nor do you have the ability."

"What qualifications?"

Qiuqiu: "You are not born with the ability to see ghosts, and you haven't graduated from college yet. But if I ask you to get some certificates in psychology and sociology, you can do it." Wen Na understands her younger brother. He backs off when he hears about studying and getting certificates.

Wen Lei was about to back out: "Forget it, Taoist priest, I'll learn a few tricks from you on how to deceive people, which will be useful when I negotiate decoration orders in the future."

Qiuqiu was really defeated by these two unreliable people. "Let's talk again when you have time. Let's solve the problem at hand."

Wen Yuan immediately regained his sagelike demeanor. "Ms. Yang, I see you're able to absorb Yin Qi correctly and conceal your own aura. It doesn't look like you learned it on your own. Can you tell me where you learned it?"

Yang Kun looked at Wen Yuan a little awkwardly, wanting to protect his mother behind him. He was a responsible and good boy.

Even without reading his mind, Wen Yuan knew what he meant: "Our current Taoist priests don't catch every ghost. Your mother's aura is relatively clean, and she hasn't killed anyone. Even the Taoist priests don't have the right to erase her. I'm just asking some questions. Besides, she can't stay here forever. Ghosts have their own places to go."

The struggle in Yang Kun's eyes was very obvious, but Wen Lei advised him: "Yang Kun, don't worry. If you want to keep your mother, I'll ask my sister to plead for you."

Qiuqiu: I’ve confirmed he’s a complete fool.

"Wen Lei, don't talk nonsense. Delaying reincarnation is not good for anyone."

"Oh, sister, can't you solve it? I miss our parents and grandparents all the time now." The dog looked pitiful and begged for caress. Qiuqiu inherited Wen Na's feelings and felt sympathetic, so she touched the dog's head twice.

"The universe is orderly, and it is the right path for everyone to follow their own order. Coveting a brief reunion will only bring more trouble in the future."

Wen Lei's sadness came and went quickly, and he soon went to comfort Yang Kun.

Wen Yuan was still there asking about the situation, "You should be reincarnated after death, why are you staying in the human world?"

Qiuqiu doesn’t quite understand these things, as the rules of many dimensions are different.

Wen Lei asked at the right moment: "Master, how do we reincarnate after death?"

Wen Yuan: "After death, the soul leaves the body and becomes what you call a ghost. Generally, the soul does not stray too far from the body until it is buried. The strength of the soul varies, so some souls become confused after three to five days and eventually disappear. Most souls only last about a month, and some can last up to three years."

Wen Lei: "No wonder we have the custom of burying the dead three days later, the fifth and seventh day after the burial, and the first and third anniversary celebrations. These are all true farewells to the deceased!" He put away his nostalgic expression and asked with a curious look: "Does the soul disappear to be reincarnated? Is there Meng Po soup to drink when entering the reincarnation cycle?"

Wen Yuan felt helpless when his adopted son asked him: "I don't know, I can only see the soul disappear, I have never seen the Yincha, let alone Mengpo for sure."

Wen Lei: I can’t chat at all.

Qiuqiu: "Hurry up and get down to business, don't interrupt." He signaled Wen Yuan to find a solution as soon as possible.

Everyone looked at Yang Huan, waiting for an answer.

Yang Huan began to explain briefly: "After I die, I should be in a trance, as you said, without consciousness. My first memory is in the underground parking lot below the crematorium, where there are hundreds of ghosts."

"This simple method of cultivating Yin Qi by breathing was taught to me by an old ghost named Li Niang. After hearing that my husband had killed me, she empathized with my pain and taught me that. The Yin Qi there is even denser than here. For the first year, I couldn't leave. After that, I practiced diligently for nearly three years. Since I can't go anywhere else, I can come to my place."

Wen Yuan: "When you were reminiscing about the past, I checked and found that you were the only ghost around here."

Yang Huan didn't seem surprised at all and continued to explain: "About two years ago, I came back here to practice. It was a full moon night with a strong wind. The moonlight could also assist in practice. I was sitting there and saw four or five men in black coming out from there. The old man in black who was leading the group had a small bun on his head. I could sense the aura he emanated even when I was hiding here." As he explained, he pointed to two places.