Only then did I realize what the Yin Yang Eight Trigrams Diagram on the ground was for...
After placing the corpse on the ground, Uncle Mao fetched a hoe from the entrance and started digging parallel to the two Eight Trigrams Diagrams. I didn't understand what he was trying to unearth, perhaps some sort of Magic Artifacts buried beneath.
Perhaps because he was somewhat overweight, he started sweating profusely after only a short while, rolled up his sleeves, sat to one side, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, putting one between his lips.
Even though I didn't know what he was digging for, I was still his junior and couldn't just watch an elder work while I did nothing, so I picked up the hoe and started digging. Uncle Mao took a deep drag of his cigarette, seemingly pleased. He said it was great to have a disciple, and that he might take one on tomorrow.
