"You, what nonsense are you spouting? How dare you call this immortal master a fraud? Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"
Qingchen Xianshi, enraged, pointed at Lin Shuainan and yelled.
The more Qingchen Xianshi acted this way, the more everyone saw through his guilt.
"Heh heh, divine retribution for me? Wouldn't that mean you'd be struck to pieces by lightning?"
Lin Shuainan wasn't angry, he gave Qingchen Xianshi a playful glare.
Just then, the thing below had already been dug out by the four disciples!
"Master, it's a coffin!"
A coffin?!
Upon hearing these words, everyone couldn't help but tremble.
How could there be a coffin in the courtyard of this villa?
The mere thought of it sent shivers down their spines!
Qingchen Xianshi's face turned extremely grim. A coffin! A dead person!
Ling Feng had said before that more than one person had died here!
Now, it seemed Ling Feng had been proven right.
This further validated Qingchen Xianshi's earlier suspicion: this young man Ling Feng was indeed no ordinary person; he was likely a fellow practitioner of the Dao!
"It's a coffin, so what? Why all the fuss?"
Qingchen Xianshi reprimanded them.
Before he could even give an order, one of the disciples had already jumped in. He reached out and felt around the coffin a few times, then looked up at Qingchen Xianshi with a look of pleasant surprise.
"Boss, it's a Ming Dynasty coffin! It's been submerged in water, likely washed out from a tomb! Haha, there must be burial objects inside!"
His exclamation nearly made Qingchen Xianshi stumble!
Boss?
Hadn't he been called Master just moments ago? How did he suddenly become Boss?
This sounded like the address of a bunch of street thugs. Or perhaps, Ling Feng was indeed right, and these people weren't feng shui masters and their disciples at all.
Instead, they were an organized group of tomb robbers?!
Duan Chenfeng muttered to himself. Ma Suyuan, standing beside him, couldn't help but point at Qingchen Xianshi and say, "Oh! You're not a feng shui master at all!"
"Hmm? Madam Ma, what makes you say that?"
Qingchen Xianshi was still trying to bluff, while also glaring fiercely at his disciple in the pit.
The disciple immediately realized he had gotten carried away and quickly shrank his neck, climbing out from below.
"Master, your disciple meant to say, there's a coffin belonging to the Boss down here, likely from the Ming Dynasty. We implore Master to perform a ritual to guide the spirit within."
Only then did Qingchen Xianshi nod with satisfaction, thinking the disciple had reacted quickly.
"Dust to dust, earth to earth!"
Qingchen Xianshi chanted something with a pretense of solemnity.
He then turned to Ling Feng and sternly asked, "Young man, why did you disturb this ancient corpse?"
However, before Ling Feng could speak, Duan Chenfeng stepped in front of Qingchen Xianshi.
"Qingchen Xianshi, it is you who should be explaining. How can there be a coffin beneath the gold? This is clearly a place where the dead are buried. Is this what you call changing the fortune and making my mansion prosperous?"
Qingchen Xianshi's mouth twitched. His eyes darted around as he quickly forced a smile and said, "Heh heh, Mr. Duan, you are perhaps unaware! As the saying goes, 'promote to official and get rich!' This coffin below, this immortal master had already divined it!"
"However, this is another instance of heavenly secrets being revealed! You must understand, this is a Ming Dynasty coffin, and there is likely a complete tomb chamber below! Not to mention anything else, the burial objects within must be of considerable value!"
"Is this not another windfall? Was this immortal master wrong before?"
Duan Chenfeng was momentarily stunned. His words were indeed hard to fault.
But Duan Chenfeng was already highly suspicious of Qingchen Xianshi. He couldn't help but retort, "Hmph, do I, Duan Chenfeng, lack that little bit of money from the dead? Making money from the dead, what's the difference between that and the low-class profession of tomb robbing?"
Qingchen Xianshi knew Duan Chenfeng was insulting him.
But Qingchen Xianshi wasn't angry at all. Instead, he nodded in agreement.
"Yes, that's right. Mr. Duan certainly doesn't lack such windfalls. Moreover, the Yin energy from these underground items is too heavy; taking them would harm one's virtue."
"It is precisely for this reason that even though I knew there was a coffin here, I did not inform Mr. Duan!"
"Who knew that this ignorant junior would dig it out? Now, the feng shui of the entire residence has been ruined. This immortal master will have to expend some of his spiritual power to rearrange the feng shui!"
Saying this, Qingchen Xianshi put on a furious expression, accusing Ling Feng.
Duan Chenfeng was somewhat bewildered by the deception, but he still looked at Ling Feng with lingering suspicion.
Ling Feng, meanwhile, casually picked up another shovel.
Seeing this action, everyone was taken aback, and then a sense of anticipation arose in their hearts.
Qingchen Xianshi's heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that this brat knew what else was buried underground?
But under everyone's gaze, Ling Feng did not use the shovel to dig. Instead, he directly brought it down towards the chest containing the gold bars!
"Hey, kid, what are you doing!"
Qingchen Xianshi's face changed drastically. He had bought this item for three thousand yuan, and it could still be used as a prop for deception later.
How could he bear to watch Ling Feng destroy it!
Unfortunately, by the time Qingchen Xianshi tried to stop Ling Feng, it was already too late.
Crack!
A crisp sound rang out. The chest was almost split in two, and wood chips scattered everywhere!
"This antique chest is quite sturdy,"
Ling Feng said unhurriedly.
Duan Chenfeng's eyes widened immediately. He quickly walked over, crouched down, and pried open the now-cracked chest.
"This, this is..."
Qingchen Xianshi's face turned deathly pale. He inwardly cursed his bad luck, and sweat poured down his forehead!
"Qingchen Xianshi, how do you explain this? This is a replica! And a modern replica at that! Made of ordinary pear wood! How could this possibly be used to store gold bars in the late Qing Dynasty?"
If Duan Chenfeng didn't realize he had been deceived now, then his intelligence would truly be impaired, and it would be an incurable condition!
Qingchen Xianshi was extremely flustered. He touched his forehead and stammered, "Th-this immortal master doesn't know why, but even if these aren't gold bars buried in the late Qing Dynasty, it's still a chest of gold bars!"
"None of these affect Mr. Duan's fortune! You are destined for greatness, and unexpected wealth has come so easily. Mr. Duan, why do you care if this chest is an antique or not?"
Duan Chenfeng was furious, his face flushed red as he stood up holding a piece of broken wood.