Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee
Eric picked up the mineral water and took a sip. He poured a little in his palm and rubbed it. He muttered softly, “Ancestor, don’t bla . Ancestor, don’t bla . Ancestor, give way. Don’t let your grandson dig into your feet.”
At this mont, there was really an ancestor squatting on the grave and watching the commotion. Then, he saw Eric dig into his grave with a shovel!
George shouted from afar, “Mia, co and pay your respects to your ancestors. We’re moving the tomb later!”
Alia ran over happily. “Ancestor, Mia is here!”
The ancestor floating on the grave: “Aiyo, this is our child. Why didn’t I see you two years ago…”
Alia looked at the ancestor in the Chinese tunic suit curiously and asked, “Ancestor, I only ca this year! Are you the only one among so many graves?”
The old ancestor looked at Alia in surprise. Aiyo, this junior could see him? He said happily, “Yes, I’m the only one left. Those old fellows have all gone to reincarnate.”
Alia counted with her fingers. Her master said that if a person’s lifespan was fixed at 80 years old and he died accidentally at the age of 30, he would have to guard his Yin lifespan for 50 years when he went to the Underworld. Those who naturally died of old age could reincarnate after the first seven days. They could also choose to stay in the Ghost Realm Fort for a period of ti and go to the Lotus Dais to listen to scriptures to accumulate blessings for the children of the Yang Realm. In addition, how much Yin lifespan they had to guard depended on the karma of the person when they were alive. So people had to complete their karma in the Yin Realm before they could reincarnate even if they naturally died. There were also people like suicide who had very strong grievances and would extend their reincarnation ti. In short, reincarnation was a very complicated system. Whether they could reincarnate depended on the judgnt of the King of Hell. Of course, there was also room to operate…
“Ancestor, you’re already so old. Why are you still here?” Alia asked in confusion after pinching her fingers.
The old ancestor said faintly, “You have to leave an ancestor to protect you, right?”
Alia exclaid and gave him a thumbs up. “Ancestor, you’re the best. Ancestor, you’ve worked hard!” Life in the Ghost Realm was not easy. Almost the mont they obtained the reincarnation quota, all the ghosts would reincarnate. Very few were willing to stay. Ancestor actually took the initiative to stay. What a good ancestor!
Alia lay on the tombstone and massaged the ancestor’s legs. The ancestor imdiately smiled until his teeth could not be seen. He was so lonely in the ghost world. This was the first ti a child had chatted with him like this. The old ancestor said excitedly, “Little girl, sing a song for .”
Alia thought for a mont. What should she sing? Yes… After a while, Alia’s childish voice sounded.
The Walton family watched Alia mutter to a grave. Right on the heels of that, she sang a song with a very familiar tone.
The Waltons’ mouths twitched. Mrs. Walton was speechless.
After a while, the burial team George had found arrived. The Daoist priests clanged the bells and scattered paper money. After the ceremony, they could officially move the urns of the Walton family’s ancestors.
In the sales departnt, the Sales Manager, who was spitting, was stunned when he suddenly heard that the Walton family was going to move the grave. What? The Walton family was going to move the grave? Why didn’t they tell him about this in advance? The Sales Manager hurriedly put down what he was doing and rushed towards the Walton family’s cetery.
The sales manager went straight to the Walton family’s tomb and realized that the grave demolition team was here. They were really going to move the grave! He hurriedly went to look for George and asked in fear, “President Walton, this…
George glanced at him. So it was the sales manager of the cetery. He said calmly, “Moving the grave.”
The sales manager was sweating profusely. Wasn’t this nonsense? He also saw that they were moving the grave!
The Sales Manager: “This… The ancestors are living well. Why did you suddenly move the tomb just like that? You didn’t even greet us. I didn’t even see the request to move the tomb…”
Alia could not figure it out when she heard that others needed to agree to move the grave. “Why would we apply to you for our ancestor to move?”
The sales manager smiled obsequiously. “It’s like this. You definitely have to apply to move the tomb, and we have to agree…”
Alia was even more puzzled. “Our ancestor is our ancestor. Why do we need your permission? You’re not the King of Hell…”
The sales manager’s face stiffened.
George handed over an application and said coldly, “We’ve already completed the process..”
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