C17

Old Taoist Qiu was the master of the fourth floor in Baxian Hotel, although the floor was only one storey higher than Bao Mu, the way they talked was different. Although Bao Mu didn't say much, it wasn't a problem to joke about it. This Old Taoist Qiu had almost become the role of a certain sect master, and as for why he was so close, he was unwilling to say it no matter what.

Mao Babao did not see Old Taoist Qiu's lifeless look in his eyes. Old Taoist Qiu did not see that Mao Babao only knew how to eat with Babao and had to flatter him. Since the two of them had nothing to do, they could only bicker about it.

And it was precisely because of this that Mao Babao took the initiative to ask to go with me when he knew that Old Taoist Qiu would come out, and this became the place that attracted me the most. This Liu family that died, what kind of secret was they hiding, for them to be worth Mao Babao's effort?

He turned a hill and drove to the village road. He couldn't see the second car. The road became narrow and jagged, but there was a feeling of enlightenment in front of his eyes. From afar, he could see the supposedly very mysterious town called Sophora Tree.

I told Zhao Hai to stop the car, and stood at the side of the mountain to look down. The town was surrounded by mountains on three sides, and in the distance, one could see the sparkling sea. The small house was built neatly to the side of the mountain. From afar, one could see the golden corn and fiery red chili peppers piled on the roof. It seemed quite interesting when paired with the blue sky above the green tree.

"Facing the sea, blooming flowers in the spring … After this is done, how about I get a house from here?" I turned my head to ask Hamborg who had followed me down.

He lowered his head, lit a cigarette, and said slowly, "Fourth Boss, if you think this way, you have to wait until you are 51 years old. "Don't worry, I'll help you deal with it when the time comes."

"Hey, what do you mean by that?" I glared at him. No one in my family has ever lived to 51.

Mao Babao chuckled as he walked over: "Interesting, following a mountain and water, sitting on the north side facing south, good Feng Shui, good pulse! Fourth Boss, this place is pretty good! "

"Hey, what do you mean by all of you acting weird?" I'm depressed

"They mean that this place is a Feng Shui cave, suitable for the dead." Old Taoist Qiu also slowly walked over. With his left hand holding the compass, he pointed to a place with his right hand: "Here, look over there, Big Ji position."

I looked in the direction of his finger. There was indeed an ancestral hall built there. I shook my head. "Suitable for the dead?" "Sigh, what a pity about the scenery."

"Don't underestimate this place. Three mountains gather spiritual energy, and water flows everywhere. If we can be buried here, then that would truly be a blessing for our descendants." The Old Taoist Qiu said.

"Alright, then I wish my son a happy 51st birthday in advance!" I bitterly threw the cigarette in my hand onto the ground and ruthlessly stomped on it twice.

As the saying goes, one can only hope to see a mountain run and a horse die. This saying isn't wrong at all. From the time we finished discussing the Feng Shui cave to entering the town, more than an hour had passed. The town was not big, so two hours was enough time to take a walk around it. However, the town had everything, including the hotel, the post office, and the supermarket.

Maybe it's because there are people who come here all the time to paint, take the wind, take pictures, but the people in this town don't really care about us strangers. However, just like what the owner of the inn said, everyone here loved to talk. Old people and children alike were all busy with their own things. Even when they went over to greet them, they would only look up and rarely speak. Even when the four of them sat together, drinking and eating, there was very little communication between them. It seemed a little strange.

"Fourth Boss, did you notice anything strange?" Mao Babao leaned over and asked me in a low voice.

I nodded, "It must be weird. There are a lot of people in this town, but it's so quiet."

"Not this one." Mao Babao's face turned strange.

I turned to him. "What's that?"

Mao Babao looked around, then said in a low voice: "There seems to be quite a lot of people in this town, but none of them are too old. From the looks of it, those fifty to sixty years old are already old. Where are all the old people in this town? Or do you have the same problem as your family? "

I did my best to recall the various people I saw along the way. Most of them seemed to be in their thirties or forties, with the occasional sight of an old lady in her fifties or sixties.

Also …" Mao Babao paused for a moment before continuing, "Look at the surroundings of this town, there are only a small amount of farmland, and not many fruit trees. Every year, there will be a limited amount of production, and only a limited amount of people can provide for it. So the people in this town don't have children? Or was the birth rate and death rate strictly limited in this town? "How many will die?

"Mr Mao, you're awesome. Why didn't I see this coming? " Hamborg giggled as he came over.

Mao Babao looked at him and laughed: "Tonight, I will cook a bowl of Babao's rice for you. You will be able to tell after eating."

After walking in a large circle around the town, they finally arrived at the town's ancestral hall, which was also the "Feng Shui Lun Placement" that the Old Taoist Qiu had instructed. This ancestral hall was much larger than the one they had seen previously, fifteen to sixteen meters tall, thirty meters wide, and had a row of six red pillars. There were a total of one thousand or two thousand tablets on the wall behind the screen, forming a triangle that led directly to the roof. The largest and most eye-catching tablet at the top of the triangle had the words "Ancestor Wu Qiren's Spirit Token" written on it.

He roughly looked around and found that other than being a bit taller, the ancestral hall was no different from any other place. Just as Hamborg was about to walk towards the backyard of the Ancestral Hall, a man in his forties stopped us.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the ancestral hall's backyard is where each family's ancestral tablets are stored. You are not allowed to visit." This person spoke in a very polite manner.

"Sorry, sorry." After I slightly bowed in apology, I dragged Hamborg and Mao Babao along with me and passed by the intersection. Hamborg and I said at the same time, "Did you notice?"

Mao Babao immediately reached out his hands to make the two of us. "When we go back, I found out too, that Old Taoist Qiu is familiar with this matter, we have to let him know."

Hamborg and I looked at each other.

After returning to my residence after a short while, I sat with Old Taoist Qiu and Zhao Hai, I finally understood what Mao Babao really wanted to do.

Mao Babao then casually sat on the main seat and started to talk about our discoveries in the town, especially the part about the ancestral hall. Hamborg and I looked at each other, both wondering if we had ever been to such a mysterious, sinister and terrifying ancestral hall. I finally understand, the reason why Mr Mao held back and came back, was not to ask for guidance, but to show off.

"Cough, Mr Mao, focus, focus ~ ~" I couldn't help but to remind him when I saw his unfriendly face.

"The main point, the main point is in the backyard of the ancestral hall!" There's a problem, everyone! There was a problem! "There's a big problem!" Mao Babao was obviously still in that state.

Old Taoist Qiu was finally no longer able to endure anymore. He took out the horsetail whisk from the back of his neck and stuck it on the tip of Hamborg's nose, "Tell me, what happened?"

Hamborg was shocked, he stared straight at the tip of the horsetail whisk and spoke extremely quickly, "There is a black house in the rear courtyard of the Ancestral Hall, you say that it is a Feng Shui auspicious location, and logically, it is a place where only highly respected people in the clan would be buried, but the black house is just built in the middle of the Ancestral Temple, wouldn't it press down on your acupoints and ruin your Feng Shui? If there's a grave inside, and there's no light at all for the rest of the day, wouldn't that be even more of a problem? "

Hamborg's anger did not even change as he finished speaking his piece in one breath. After Old Taoist Qiu finished listening, he nodded his head, kept his horsetail whisk, and rolled his eyes at Mao Babao: "Bullshit."

I held down Mao Babao who was about to go berserk and asked him with a smile, "Leader, I also found this problem." You said that this town is a treasure trove, and the ancestral hall is an auspicious place, meaning that there are people who understand. "But isn't it a little strange to have a house pressed down on it?