Chapter 6, Ancient Tomb

The next night, Feng Buyi dug for a full two hours and finally opened the ancient tomb at midnight. The walls of the tomb passage were constructed of blue bricks and mud (a mixture of white lime and glutinous rice soup), and the tomb chamber was quite simple, with a cypress coffin still intact. Carefully prying open the coffin lid, a skeleton appeared under the moonlight, alongside which was a tightly wrapped oilcloth bundle and a completely black round ball. Feng Buyi gently blew away the dust and unwrapped the oilcloth bundle, revealing a yellowed handwritten book bound with thread, with the title "The Cloth Scholar's Secret" inscribed on the cover page. He handed the book to Jia Chen and reached for the black ball, feeling its unusual weight, as heavy as a lead ball. Without further thought, he quickly took out a plastic bag and carefully placed the remains of Lai Buyi into the bag, checking once more to ensure nothing was left behind, then tightly sealed the bag and placed it into his travel case

Feng Buyi was taken aback and had no choice but to step out and stand beside his daughter. Upon closer inspection, the white figure still appeared to be a mass of mist, making it impossible to discern any facial features, yet a chilling aura enveloped him.

After a long time, he heard a voice say: "What a fine wine! Why is it so intoxicating?" This time, Feng Buyi indeed heard it clearly

In early summer, the weather in Jiujiang gradually became warmer. The Hejiashan Cemetery, located by Poyang Lake, remained quite cool and pleasant at night. The moonlight, like water, softly illuminated the tombstones, and apart from the occasional low bark from the guard dog, Xiaobao, the surroundings were silent. In the dormitory area of the cemetery, the Feng family had long since fallen asleep. At midnight, Xiao Jiachun quietly got up, tiptoed to the door, and slipped outside.

A faint white mist rose from the soil, gradually becoming denser. In a moment, the mist coalesced into a white human figure, though its features remained indistinct. At the foot, a trembling whimpering sound came from Xiao Bao, who tucked its tail and retreated.

Xiao Jiachun stood up and respectfully bowed to the white humanoid, saying, "Master." Feng Buyi, upon hearing this, became so tense that he could not take his eyes off, and his palms began to sweat

Feng Buyi quietly rose, silently following behind his daughter at a distance, then hid under a osmanthus tree to observe. He noticed that the dog, Xiao Bao, had somehow come up behind him, sniffing at Feng Buyi's pant leg, wagging its tail in a friendly manner, and lying down. After a moment, Xiao Bao's nose twitched, and it suddenly appeared restless and uneasy. Feng Buyi focused his gaze...

The young girl quietly approached the nursery on the southeast side of the house, then sat on a piece of bluestone, waiting silently...

Sigh, after eight hundred years of unfulfilled wishes, I can finally leave with peace of mind... The white figure gradually dissipated. Xiao Jiachun let out a cry of "Wow." Feng Buyi suddenly remembered something, hurried back to his room, took out the 72° Hengshui Laobai Gan brought from his hometown in Hebei, returned to the original spot, bit open the bottle cap, and poured the entire bottle of liquor onto the ground.

"Father, the master wants to speak with you," Jia Chen turned her small face and smiled, waving her little hand at Feng Buyi, who was hiding behind the tree

Indeed, I am Lai Wenjun from Dingnan, known in the world as a commoner. Throughout my life, I have engaged in divination and geomancy, with the aspiration to uphold righteousness, dispel evil, and bring peace to the people. My original intention was to promote the Jiangxi school and pass it down to future generations. However, I met my end in Xunyang, with no successors to carry on my legacy; this is my fate.

"Disciple has remembered," Xiao Jiachun said solemnly

The backfill is complete, and the three incense sticks are lit. At this moment, it is close to the hour of the pig. The moon is bright and the stars are few, the wilderness is vast and desolate. Feng Buyi lets out a long sigh, reminiscing about Lai Wenjun's past prowess, how magnificent he was in the rivers and lakes. Now, after eight hundred years, it is but a dream of Nanke, truly the affairs of the world are unpredictable

"Father, the master said, this cloth-clad one and that cloth-clad one, a thousand years later will encounter a successor, which brings great comfort to my heart," the daughter recounted. If one were not present at the scene, who could have imagined that these words came from the mouth of a six-year-old daughter! Feng Buyi held his breath and focused, yet he could still not discern any faint external sounds.

Feng Buyi harbored doubts, so he steadied himself, cleared his throat, stepped forward, and slightly cupped his fist towards the white humanoid figure, saying in a loud voice: "Hold on a moment. Senior Lai Wenjun was a person from the Southern Song Dynasty, which was seven or eight hundred years ago. You claim to be him, and this matter is too extraordinary to believe. What exactly is going on? I would appreciate it if you could convey an explanation to my daughter." He turned back in surprise to look at his daughter, curious about how she would respond.

He Jianshan is indeed the abode of a hidden dragon, and you are precisely at the location of the thousand-year dragon's lair. I have lingered underground for eight hundred years, my spirit not yet dissipated, due to the nourishing energy of the earth within this cave. For a thousand years, this mountain has remained deep and tranquil, undisturbed by anyone. However, last year, a steel drill penetrated the tomb chamber, breaking the earth's energy, and my spirit is now on the verge of dispersing. My disciple Jiachun, by a stroke of fate, has become the third-generation heir of the Jiangxi Sect; it is truly the will of heaven. " This account, relayed through Jiachun's words, left Feng Buyi unable to doubt its authenticity.

"Senior, rest assured, we will certainly accomplish it." At this moment, Feng Buyi was already fully convinced.

"Father, you cannot hear, but the master has something to say to you," Xiao Jiachun said earnestly

But my daughter is still young

"Do not interrupt me, my time is limited," Xiao Jiachun interjected, continuing her father's words, "For eight hundred years, the village woodcutters have seen many things, but they are all mere mortals, which frustrates me greatly. That night when I first met Jiachun, this child is exceptionally gifted, haha, the Jiangxi school has hope of rising. Feng Buyi, listen well, your daughter Feng Jiachun will officially take charge of the Jiangxi school of geography and geomancy from tonight, becoming the third generation successor. As the leader, she must have authority; whatever she wishes to do, especially what she wishes to eat, you must satisfy her... Feng Buyi, listen well, your daughter Feng Jiachun will officially take charge of the Jiangxi school of geography and geomancy from tonight, becoming the third generation successor. As the leader, she must have authority; whatever she wishes to do, especially what she wishes to eat, you must satisfy her..." Jiachun recounted to this point, filled with joy, and she couldn't help but giggle, "Good disciple, do not be mischievous!" Jiachun stuck out her tongue and hurriedly continued to repeat, "Alas, it is a pity that I have not touched a drop of alcohol for eight hundred years. Disciple Jiachun, today I bestow upon you the nickname 'Little Buyi', and from now on, our school will be called 'Buyi School'. Tomorrow at midnight, you may open my tomb; I will pass on to you the treasure of our school, the 'Dragon Seeking Ball', and our school's secret manual, the 'Buyi Formula'. I will have my remains secretly moved back to my hometown in Fenggang Village, Dingnan, Jiangxi for burial." Disciple Jiachun, today I bestow upon you the nickname 'Little Buyi', and from now on, our school will be called 'Buyi School'. Tomorrow at midnight, you may open my tomb; I will pass on to you the treasure of our school, the 'Dragon Seeking Ball', and our school's secret manual, the 'Buyi Formula'. I will have my remains secretly moved back to my hometown in Fenggang Village, Dingnan, Jiangxi for burial.