Chapter 1167: Is the Feng Shui Here Bad?

He Xiyan had been kneeling in front of him for only two minutes, and tears were already streaming down her face.

(Dad, Mom, I am Yan Yan, your favorite daughter. I came to see you today with my child. Next to me is Yuan Yuan, your grandson, he is 12 years old. You also have a granddaughter named Xi Xi, she’s here too, but Master won’t let her come to the cemetery to pay homage to you. Mom and Dad, Yan Yan misses you so much and wants to see if it’s okay for you to be buried here, so my daughter invited some funeral attendants to let them. Opening the coffin for you, I hope I won’t disturb you.)

He Xiyan said silently, but after so many years, her heart still hurts when she thinks of her parents.

In this life, she has lost too many relatives, experienced too many separations and deaths, and even experienced two bad marriages. She lost far more than she gained.

With the sound of fireworks and firecrackers.

A funeral attendant nearby patted He Xiyan on the shoulder and told her that the worship service could end.

However, He Xiyan seemed to be immersed in grief. She still knelt in front of the tomb and cried bitterly.

Until Yuan Yuan helped him up.

"Mom..." Yuanyuan took out a tissue from his pocket and gently wiped away the tears that kept flowing from the corners of his mother's eyes.

Yuan Yuan also knelt down and worshiped for 15 minutes just now, but he didn't cry. He was just sad to see his mother so sad.

He knew that his mother lost her father when she was thirteen and her mother when she was sixteen. My mother had a very hard life and was very pitiful.

He Xiyan took a deep breath. Her eyes were already red and swollen from crying for a long time.

She waved her hand, signaling to the mourners beside her that they could break ground.

Then five or six middle-aged men in their forties or fifties went to the car and brought hoes, shovels and other tools.

Digging graves is also very particular. Which grave to dig first and which direction to start from are all decided by the Feng Shui master.

Master Wang was standing in the middle of the two tombs. He was holding something in his hand, like a Bagua picture. His old fingers clicked on the picture a few times, then pointed to a tomb on the left and said :

"Dig this one first, starting from the southeast corner."

He Xiyan was standing next to Master Wang, tears still welling up in her eyes. She looked at the grave that had begun to be dug. It was his father's grave. His father had been dead for 23 years. He also slept in this tomb for 23 years.

The graves of her parents are very close to each other. The two graves are only 7 meters apart.

"Master, does the feng shui of this place not work well?" When they were halfway through digging, He Xiyan couldn't help but ask the feng shui master on the side.

Master Wang took a deep breath and hesitated for a moment between the two tombs. Then he raised his right hand to show the direction.

Turning around, he looked at He Xiyan, couldn't help but sigh and said:

"Both the two tombs are blocked by the bamboo and tea trees in front. The two tombs do not see sunlight all year round, and there are overgrown weeds on the left and right sides. From the perspective of Feng Shui, this is not suitable for burial, or if you want to bury a grave, Several tea trees in front need to be cut down.

Master Wang said in a deep voice, his eyes cold.

He Xiyan didn't understand these Feng Shui theories. When my father died, my mother was still alive. According to his last wish, my mother buried him on the back hill of my hometown. After my mother passed away, she decided to bury her mother next to her father so that my father and mother could be together. They were in Jiuquan. You won't be alone down there.