Ball Ball Cultivation

"What kind of breath is that? Do you remember?"

"Master, although your aura is very powerful, and I am a ghost, I cannot sense any murderous intent. However, that old man gives people the feeling that he has countless lives on his hands, and his murderous aura is very heavy."

"Go on."

"I watched them leave. Having no desire to cultivate, I quietly returned to the underground garage and discovered not a single ghost was left. Originally, there were hundreds of ghosts, all gone. I secretly observed them for a month, and the negative energy there showed signs of dissipating."

"Can you still go over there now? Take us over there and take a look."

"Okay, Taoist Priest, Kun Kun, you have the access card, you can take them in, I can just float over."

It turned out that the area directly below the crematorium furnace had been completely filled up. The place Yang Huan was brought to was actually a large lounge with a thick layer of ash inside.

Qiuqiu was puzzled and asked, "This place has been demolished and renovated, why is this lounge still there?"

Wen Lei: "Anyway, the upper part is a square garden, and the lower part is a parking lot. It doesn't matter whether it's built or not."

Yang Huan explained, "This is a crematorium after all. Demolition and renovation is a major project. We've consulted experts like masters to review every aspect of the renovation. I guess this lounge can't be renovated, otherwise they wouldn't have demolished everything else and only left this one."

Qiuqiu had a vague idea in his mind when he heard Wen Yuan ask, "Do you know which Feng Shui master was consulted at that time?"

Yang Huan: "I really don't know. I know he was a man in his seventies or eighties, and it's not certain whether he's still alive. Besides, this small commodity wholesale market is doing pretty well. It's been under construction and in operation for almost ten years without any major problems."

Wen Lei: "Master, is there something wrong with that person?"

Qiuqiu patted his silly brother's head and said, "This may be a problem, or it may be to protect the hundreds of ghosts that already exist here."

"How to say?"

"Stupid, anyone with the ability to read Feng Shui can basically tell that this place is full of Yin energy. As long as they open their third eye, they can see the hundreds of Yin ghosts. Some of them, like Yang Huan, have already practiced independently. If they have good intentions, they might preserve the Yin cave to leave a living space for these ghosts."

"What about the bad ones?"

"Not good. This place is dedicated to collecting dead ghosts, and is left to the owner who set up this ghost formation to collect them."

Wen Lei: "Is there a formation here? There are only about 100 to 200 square meters here and there. Adding the open space over there, it's only about 300 square meters. Now there are just some broken hangers, tables, and display cabinets."

Wen Yuan: "The formation has been broken. The Yin energy here is only slightly thicker than above."

Yang Huan: "The yin energy here is incomparable to before. I've been sleeping or practicing up here for the past year and haven't come down much."

Wen Yuan: "What's the farthest distance you can float to now?"

Yang Huan: "I feel most at ease staying at home. I don't have the same feeling here as before."

"Well, the formation is broken. It is indeed more appropriate for you to stay in the Death Land than here."

Qiuqiu still likes to get straight to the point: "What's your impression of the Feng Shui master? And what does the old man with the hair tied up look like? Can you provide some specific information so that we can investigate and monitor it."

Yang Huan: "I am a ghost. I sleep most of the time. I don't know the exact time. I only travel at night when there is no one around. And that old man was too far away from here. I couldn't see him clearly."

"About what time? I'll find a way to investigate the surveillance." Qiuqiu felt that this was not a simple matter.

"It seemed like last year, when people just started wearing cotton-padded jackets outside. There were heaters on both the upper and lower floors, and the negative energy here dissipated a lot. I was just about to go back to see Master when I saw the old man with a terrifying aura coming out."

Wen Yuan didn't say anything. After asking all the questions he needed to ask, the group prepared to go back.

"What are you going to do in the future? Humans and ghosts are on different paths. Staying in the human world for a long time is not good for you and your family. Do you want to leave?"

"I don't want to be reincarnated."

"You can't stay here forever. This house needs to be renovated and rented out to provide for the living needs of your parents and son." Wen Lei is still more concerned about his career.

"I don't know what to do either. Master, let me think about it."

Qiuqiu said, "If you want to make sure you don't reincarnate, you can move to the mountain with the Yin cave. There are mountain spirits watching over you, so it should be okay."

"Won't this damage your virtue?" Wen Lei asked with concern.

"As long as she leaves her original family and moves there, she is equivalent to becoming a monk. There are gains and losses, and her staying in the human world is also consuming her afterlife." Wen Yuan gave a detailed explanation.

"How exactly does it work?"

"Take one of her favorite relics and call her soul back while you're transferring it." Looking at the bewildered Yang Kun, Wen Yuan added, "It could be clothing or jewelry. Put it in a sealed box, like a cenotaph. It's best to also mark her date of birth and death."

Wen Lei saw Yang Kun's reluctance and said, "It's so late today, forget it. We can send the soul away another day."

Qiuqiu also agreed: "We need to make a sealed box and go back to retrieve the relics. Please calculate a date for us."

Wen Yuan calculated on his fingers: "It will start at 4 pm three days later."

Yang Kun glanced at Yang Huan, and seeing that she agreed, he quickly agreed.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye. During these days, Yang Kun ran to the house to chat with Yang Huan whenever he had nothing to do. Even though he couldn't see his mother across the street, the various delicacies he brought were all the ones Yang Huan loved to eat when she was alive.

He also brought Yang Huan's parents. They heard that although their daughter died, she could still stay in the world as a soul and would be buried in the shade of Luanshan Mountain. They could go and see her anytime they wanted. Their mental state improved a lot, and even their bodies became a little healthier.

In the afternoon, Yang Kun held a crystal-shaped box, the size of an urn. Inside was a set of Yang Huan's clothes, a jade bracelet on top, and a piece of white paper with Yang Huan's life story and date of birth and death written on it.

Qiuqiu was driving in the front, Wen Yuan was sitting in the passenger seat, and Yang Kun and his family were sitting in the back. They just had a simple memorial service in the room, and Wen Yuan used his magic power to open a temporary third eye for the three members of the Yang family.

The Yang family could see Yang Huan sitting obediently in the last row of the car. The three members of the Yang family took turns calling out, "Yang Huanhuan, follow mommy (daddy)."

"Mom, go with Kun Kun."

When he was free, he would chat with Yang Huan from time to time.

Qiuqiu also asked Wen Yuan in front: "There is something wrong with that house. It can gather negative energy. If the feng shui is not changed, how can people live in it after renovation?"

Wen Yuan: "The soul gathering formation below has been broken, so the Yin Qi is bound to spread. This room faces the exit of the underground parking lot, so it's difficult to make a big change. The simplest solution is to hang a mirror in that direction. But it's only a temporary solution. If you want to improve this part of the building, you can plant some sunflowers in the small flower bed."