"Hey, Ethan Foster, don't accuse me wrongly, I never had that kind of thought..." After being slapped by Ethan Foster, Chad immediately cried out, "If I wanted to do that kind of business, I'd go look for my own ancestors. With the old priest being so poor, what good burial goods could he possibly have?"

"Alright, your ancestors aren't even known yet, so stop talking nonsense here..." Ethan Foster couldn't help but laugh at Chad's words. Chad's surname was Wei, full name James Walker, and his nickname was Emily. When he was young, he often got into fights because of this nickname.

However, according to Chad, their family originally didn't have the surname Wei, but Cao. They were descendants of Cao Cao from the Three Kingdoms period. After the Wei state of the Western Jin was destroyed by Sima Yan, they changed their surname from Cao to Wei to avoid disaster and hid in this small mountain village.

Chad's words weren't entirely baseless, because their clan did have a genealogy book that could indeed be traced back to that era. the old priest had once gone to check that genealogy book and later told Ethan Foster that the people in the village at the foot of the mountain were very likely descendants of Cao Cao.

It's just that a few years ago, the ancestral hall in the village caught fire, burning all the genealogy books inside to ashes. This made Chad, who was in the army at the time, extremely heartbroken, because he had aspired since childhood to search for the seventy-two suspicious tombs of his ancestor Cao Cao. But this fire completely shattered Chad's dream.

Chapter 6: Paying Respects

The grave of Ethan Foster's master was located about a hundred meters up from the Taoist temple, on the steepest slope in Fang Mountain, with a relatively high elevation.

Climbing to the gentle part of that slope, you could see the distant Qingliang Mountain, which looked like a crouching tiger, while Zhong Mountain to the east resembled a lying dragon. Together with the Ming Tang water flow at the foot of Fang Mountain, if a feng shui master saw this, they would immediately recognize it as a prime feng shui spot.

This excellent feng shui site was not found by Ethan Foster, but was chosen long ago by the old priest, who even dug his own burial pit. It truly fulfilled the old saying of "digging a pit to bury oneself." Ethan Foster only carried his master, who had passed away, into the grave.

"Master, I'm going down the mountain now..."

Standing in front of the slightly raised mound covered with wild chrysanthemums, Ethan Foster's expression was somewhat solemn. After following the old priest for more than ten years, he had long regarded him as his closest family. Although Taoism emphasizes cultivating the mind, facing his master who now rested underground, Ethan Foster still felt a wave of sorrow.

"the old priest, Chad is here to see you too..." Seeing Ethan Foster looking sad, Chad swaggered over, sat cross-legged on the ground, and said, "Hey the old priest, Chad wants to discuss something with you, how about it?"

"Chad, what do you want to discuss with Master?" Ethan Foster's attention was drawn by Chad. When Master was alive, Chad never discussed anything with him, and now that he had been gone for years, even if there was something, Master couldn't agree to it.

"Hehe, Ethan Foster, I think this place has great feng shui. I want to ask the old priest if, after my old man passes away, he can be buried next to your master?"

Although Chad said this with a smile, his expression was very serious. As the saying goes, even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run. Having grown up with the old priest, Chad knew a thing or two about feng shui and geomancy, so he could naturally tell that this was a superb spot.

"I think you should discuss this with Uncle Walker first..."

Hearing Chad's words, Ethan Foster couldn't help but laugh and said, "Uncle Walker is only in his forties. You're already thinking about finding him a burial plot? If you have the guts, go home and bring it up with Uncle Walker and see what he says."

Ethan Foster knew that Chad's father was the village party secretary. Although not a high official, he was an old party member and had always despised feudal superstitions. If it weren't for the old priest's excellent medical skills and his habit of treating villagers for free, Chad's father would have long since gotten rid of him as part of the "Four Olds."

"What's there to talk about with him?"

Sure enough, when Ethan Foster mentioned his father, Chad's face immediately turned sour, and he grumbled unhappily. He knew very well that if he dared to bring up topics like feng shui with his father, the old man would definitely take out the thickest rolling pin at home and give him a good beating.

"Alright, Chad, let me pay my respects to Master, then we'll head down the mountain..."

After all the commotion from Chad, Ethan Foster's sadness had lessened quite a bit. He took out a gourd from under his robe at his waist, its color like purple gold, pulled out the stopper, and poured the wine from the gourd onto his master's grave.

"Master, this is the last bit of monkey wine. When your disciple has money in the future, I'll buy Maotai for you to drink..." Ethan Foster muttered as he poured the wine, making Chad next to him twitch at the corners of his mouth. In his opinion, pouring such good wine for the old priest was simply a waste.

"Master, please bless your disciple with good fortune and prosperity..."