Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 141 - The Ancestor Must Be Right

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Chapter 141: Chapter 141: The Ancestor Must Be Right

Chapter 141: Chapter 141: The Ancestor Must Be Right

Xia Xin held the amulet, unable to smile and could only nod with effort, “Okay…”

Fu Shiyan glanced at him, but didn’t say anything and remained very polite to Jiangli, “Abbot, we have arrived.”

During their conversation, they had already reached the top of the mountain and into the Fu Family’s ancestral cemetery.

This entire area made up the expanse of the Fu Family’s ancestral graves.

The direct relatives were all located on the south side.

Upon hearing this, Jiangli raised her head and glanced at the sky above the tombs, noticing a thick black fog emanating from the south.

Without a second thought, she stepped forward and walked towards it.

Wen Zishu and Duan Jianchuan had both visited this place to pay respects at the Fu family’s graves.

Seeing the direction Jiangli was going, they exchanged looks of surprise.

Where Jiangli was headed was likely the burial plots of Fu Shiyan’s grandparents and parents.

This was something they hadn’t told Jiangli.

It was Jiangli’s first visit, so how did she know that was where the burial plots of Fu Shiyan’s direct relatives were?

A sense of astonishment washed over both of them.

Fu Shiyan watched Jiangli’s movements for a moment and silently followed her without a word.

The rest of the group grew more curious about what would happen next.

The group quickly caught up to Jiangli at the southern tombstones.

Jiangli was struggling to make out the inscriptions on them.

Fu Shiyan’s voice rose beside her, “This is my grandfather’s grave.”

Jiangli nodded slightly, “I can tell, this spot was specially chosen, wasn’t it?”

Fu Shiyan uttered a sound of affirmation, “When my grandfather passed away, my parents consulted a feng shui master and selected this spot.”

According to tradition, Fu Shiyan’s grandfather’s burial plot should have been closer to the center.

However, the Fu family had once specially invited a master who said that here was more appropriate.

Jiangli looked around, “Indeed, the mountain is like a roving dragon, and this spot is the dragon’s head. Ordinary people cannot suppress it, but the master of this plot, with his immeasurable good deeds, is the only one whose presence can suppress the dragon’s head and simultaneously enhance the Fu family’s fortune.”

Fu Shiyan gazed deeply at her, “Does the Abbot know who my grandfather was?”

Jiangli said, “I don’t know, but it’s clear that only military personnel with such strong merits and a matching killing aura could have such credentials.”

Being a military person is a contradicting profession.

Protecting the country and its people, one receives considerable good karma.

Yet at the same time, it requires killing many people, resulting in the accumulation of strong killing aura.

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Now, even after so much time, the grave’s killing aura and merits persist without fading.

It shows that in life, this person’s status was certainly very high, a military person, and not just a common soldier.

“The Abbot truly speaks with decisive certainty,” Fu Shiyan said with a faint smile, giving praise, “My grandfather indeed was a military person.”

Beyond that, he didn’t say anything more.

Jiangli glanced at him.

She saw pride in the depths of his eyes, yet there was no intent to boast.

“However, it’s precisely because of his special identity that now someone has tampered with the ancestral tomb, and consequently, you have been suffering misfortune,” Jiangli stated.

Fu Shiyan immediately looked over, his expression slightly somber, “Are you suggesting that someone has tampered with my grandfather’s burial plot?”

Jiangli nodded, “That’s right.”

She spoke with unequivocal certainty.

Duan Jianchuan quickly walked up, “That’s hardly possible. I come here every year to clean the old man’s grave, but I’ve never noticed anyone tampering with this place.”

Wen Zishu quickly agreed, “Same here, I’ve never seen anyone disturb the old man’s grave.”

“I absolutely would not mistake this, I didn’t mistake it before, and now that I’m here, up close, I’m even less likely to mistake it,” Jiangli said, her expression unchanging, utterly confident as if she wasn’t afraid at all of being wrong.

Either she was acting,

or she had absolute confidence.