Zhang Tian stood up directly. Today had already brought him more than two shocking events.
First, the great dream, then the death of his martial uncle. This was more magical than a female calf flying an airplane to Zhang Tian.
Dan He, such a powerful person, who could even predict the situation for the next hundred years, had actually died. Did this Fushiguo country have someone even more powerful than Dan He?
The audience at the scene was also in shock.
However, it was the netizens from Fushiguo who were the happiest online.
"Is what you're saying true? Martial Uncle Dan He is dead?"
Hu Bayi grabbed Zhang Tian's hand and made him sit down, then spoke seriously.
Zhang Qilin's attitude also became serious.
He considered himself half a disciple of Maoshan. Although not officially acknowledged, he still wanted to know what was going on.
"Ah, senior brothers, look."
Li Wangcai stood up, sighed, and slowly walked behind the chairs in the hall.
Zhang Tian had noticed earlier that there was a platform and an incense burner behind the chairs.
Zhang Tian had suspected it was a statue of some Daoist patriarch, but now it seemed it wasn't.
"Master, I'm sorry, senior brothers have arrived."
Li Wangcai said respectfully, then gently pulled the yellow cloth. A memorial portrait appeared.
A black and white photo frame showed an old man wearing glasses.
The old man had a猥琐 look, a round face, small eyes, and wore glasses, making him look peculiar. Moreover, the old man showed several of his large front teeth, smiling extremely happily.
Seeing the photo, Zhang Tian twitched the corner of his mouth.
He was smiling so happily, was this really a memorial portrait?
However, the man before him reminded Zhang Tian of a character from a movie in his past life, though that person was probably not as powerful as the Dan He before him.
"Boss, this martial uncle looks like he's on par with the master in terms of character. Both are so distinctive."
Hu Bayi nodded, with a hint of respect in his eyes.
Zhang Tian touched his cheek, wondering if this was a compliment or an insult.
"This is the only photo of Master. It was taken by a foreigner. Master was smiling very happily then. I think I was only fifteen years old."
"I didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, five years have passed. Sigh..."
Li Wangcai sighed with emotion.
"By the way, senior brothers, do you have photos of your master? I'd like to see Master's junior brother."
Li Wangcai seemed to have thought of something, and his dejection vanished.
His eyes were filled with anticipation.
"Master ah..."
Zhang Tian's mind conjured up the image of the casanova-like Yi Mei Daoist. He touched his cheek.
"We forgot to take a photo. We can take one when we go back, but the process might be a bit troublesome..."
Zhang Tian said. After all, Yi Mei was a ghost, so taking a photo would indeed be difficult unless they used professional methods.
"Troublesome to photograph? Isn't it very simple? Didn't I see that foreigner just press that black box?"
Wangcai was a bit confused. Did he see something different from them?
"Well, our master is actually dead too. He's barely alive in the state of a ghost. We don't know how long he can maintain this state."
Hu Bayi spoke first, and Zhang Tian nodded in agreement.
Honestly, Zhang Tian didn't know how long Yi Mei Daoist could live in the mortal world. He might be found by the underworld officials at any moment.
However, what was certain was that for a short while, he would be fine. After all, there were many ancestors of Maoshan underground. With the protection of the ancestors, Little Yi Mei should be fine.
"What? A person can remain after death? Is what Master said true?"
Li Wangcai looked shocked, as if he had realized something, and his expression became agitated.
Seeing this, Zhang Tian knew that something was definitely unusual. His expression changed, and he sat on the chair, speaking in a deep voice.
"When I entered this Yin-Yang shop, I noticed something was wrong. This shop should belong to Martial Uncle Dan He. And there are talismans on the other doors. There must be something there."
"There must be something strange about Martial Uncle Dan He's death. With his strength, he could have lived for at least two hundred years. Did you see his body?"
Zhang Tian asked a series of questions in a deep voice.
Li Wangcai finally reacted. He quickly stood up.
"When my master left before, he gave me a key and a few words. He told me that if he didn't return in a year, I should take over this Yin-Yang shop. If he didn't return in two years, it meant he was dead."
"Then he told me to set up the memorial portrait and offer incense nine times a day for worship. At the same time, he left me a lot of talismans. The talismans on the surrounding doors are changed every six days."
As Li Wangcai spoke, Zhang Tian frowned slightly.
"Nine sticks of incense every day, three in the morning, three at noon, and three in the evening, right? Also, around midnight, do you hear noises from the surrounding rooms?"
"Is there the sound of wooden planks?"
Suddenly, Zhang Tian spoke abruptly. His voice was not loud, but it made Li Wangcai tremble.
How did this senior brother know without him saying anything?
"Yes... yes, I do light incense in the morning, noon, and evening. And those doors, they are indeed strange. There are noises in the courtyard at night."
"But Master said those were all my illusions and told me not to overthink it. Before, Master also taught me some Feng Shui related to burying the dead."
"Although Master always told me that such things don't exist, I've vaguely guessed something."
"And I also believe in the existence of those wandering souls."
Li Wangcai said, looking towards the courtyard.
Zhang Tian nodded and spoke again.
"These nine sticks of incense represent three meals. People need to eat, and ghosts naturally need to eat too. Martial Uncle must have foreseen his own end, which is why he specifically instructed you."
"As for the surrounding doors, they are probably filled with coffins. I want to know, where did Martial Uncle go in the end."
Zhang Tian looked at Wangcai.
This junior brother had been very well protected by Dan He. He didn't even want to tell him about ghosts and monsters, clearly not wanting him to get involved with them.
"I heard Master say he was going out on a trip. As for where, I don't know. However, he gave me this key."
"I don't know what it's for, and Master didn't say."
Li Wangcai said, taking off the red string hanging around his neck.
A golden key was hanging on the red string.
"Boss, could this key be the key to Martial Uncle's room?"
Hu Bayi looked at it curiously, his expression serious.
Zhang Qilin also stared at the key, but after a glance, he turned his head to look at the other rooms in the courtyard.
The entire courtyard was gloomy. It was noon, yet there was no sunlight.
"Can I see it?"
Zhang Tian looked at the key.
"Of course, senior brother."
Wangcai said, handing the key over with both hands.
Zhang Tian took the key and glanced again at the memorial portrait on the altar.
"When you offer incense each time, have you noticed the direction of the smoke?"
Zhang Tian studied the key while asking.
"It seems to drift outwards..."
"Yes, it drifts outwards!"
Wangcai thought for a moment and came to a conclusion, his eyes very firm.
"That's right. It seems Martial Uncle hasn't completely died. Like my master, he has a secret Maoshan technique. This key is the key."
Zhang Tian suddenly stood up. It seemed he had to take care of his nominal martial uncle as well.