C38

"Elder sister, what's wrong?"

When Lingling saw my strange expression, she tugged at my sleeve and asked.

Liu Songxian sending Lingling to me was originally to let her learn white work with me.

I don't want to teach her about mourning and mourning. I don't want her to go my way, such a lovely girl.

However, even though I can't teach her this useless stuff, it's not bad to tell her about the knowledge I know about Feng Shui.

This could also be considered a type of knowledge, and it could also be used to protect oneself at critical moments.

So I explained to Lingling about the Nail in the Waves, then pointed at the mountain:

"What was originally a fine wave was probably due to the recent rain. The soil seemed to have loosened a bit, and the rolling waves actually seemed to have caved in."

"So the waves broke?"

Lingling's brain is very smart, and after hearing what I have said, she immediately saw through the weirdness of this situation.

I nodded and pointed to the place where the waves were the most turbulent.

"At most, those collapses only caused the waves to break a little. They were no longer as continuous as before.

It would affect the entire Feng Shui Bureau to a certain extent, but it would not be that serious.

The real problem lay in this point. The point where the waves surged the most could also be called the land of the hidden dragons.

The Hidden Dragon Institute is the most important place in the entire Feng Shui situation, and since it is so, even if there are some cracks on the surface, as long as the presence that has gathered is not dispersed or changed, the situation cannot be changed. "

At this time, Lingling listened to what I said. Even if she was smart, at this moment, she had a confused look.

I didn't expect her to completely understand, I just wanted to let her understand the Feng Shui first.

Whether or not he would be interested in learning in the future and whether or not he would be willing to study seriously was another story altogether.

Now I just hate myself for not being able to do it, or I'd really want her to read like a child in the city.

Although I can teach her to read and write now, I know that some things can only be learned in schools in big cities.

"But now, this Hidden Dragon Land has been changed. Do you see the surrounding ditches and rocks of the Hidden Dragon Palace?

Those ditches had completely changed the direction of the dragon. It was clearly a hidden dragon, but it had been turned into a crouching dragon.

Wolong's condition is not bad, but the grave must be placed on the back of the dragon, so that the wind will blow smoothly.

And now, not only was the grave not at the dragon's back, but it had instead been lured to the dragon's head. This way, the nail would also be nailed to the dragon's head.

"The dragon's head has spikes. Either the dragon is enraged or it dies. No matter which dragon it is, it is still a sign of great malice …"

At this point, my chest heaved up and down, and I was a little perturbed.

In the surroundings of the Hidden Dragon Institute, there were not only ditches and rocks, but also a lot of weeds.

The appearance of these grasses were different from ordinary grasses. Those who often did labor for free could tell at a glance that these grasses were graveyard grasses.

Due to the Yin nature of the graveyard grass, its appearance was different from normal weeds. Under the same species of grass, it was easy to distinguish them from the others.

But in this ordinary place, how could so much grass grow from graves?

A thing like grass could grow in two days, but someone must have done something to the cemetery grass that had appeared in the leader of the Hidden Dragon Institute …

The rocks and ditches were naturally man-made as well, but … Who could this person be?

I know a bit about feng shui, but I'm not proficient in it. I also know that if I want to change the general situation of feng shui, it's a very difficult thing to do.

Modifying the general situation of the mountain wasn't like putting a rock at home or hanging a gourd.

After all, the feng shui of the Yang Residence was constructed by humans, so it could also be altered by humans.

However, the feng shui inside the mountain was different. It was created according to the heavens and the earth, so changing it required a spell to be cast.

Furthermore, changing the general situation would also be defying the heavens, destroying one's lifespan and harming one's merits.

Why would anyone choose to create such a fiendish place? Just to make it difficult for the adoptive father to rest?

This was a hatred that was even heavier than the destruction of one's corpse …

Is it possible to change feng shui and destroy the corpse... The same person?

Since the corpse was destroyed, I can still assume that it was caused by a malicious spirit, but since Feng Shui was altered, it must be man-made.

Who did the adoptive father offend when he was alive? They had such a deep grudge?

If the person who destroyed the corpse and the person who modified Feng Shui were really the same person, then how big of a problem would this be …

The Feng Shui situation had already become like this. Since the situation had already developed, there was no point in using just the surface force to fill in the rocks and ditches.

Actually, the so called feng shui pattern came in second place and was mainly focused on observing the qi flow.

However, at my current level, I am still unable to see the qi images. I can only see the qi images by relying on my structure. The only people who can see the qi images directly are the true Feng Shui Masters.

In other words, some feng shui patterns had been modified to have different forms and auras. However, there were very few places like this. After all, everyone knew what it meant to randomly change the general picture of Feng shui.

Since I can't change it, I can only bring Lingling down the mountain.

There's more taboo to moving a grave from a place of great danger. It's like pulling a nail from the top of a dragon's head.

This isn't a joke. In the worst-case scenario, he might even lose his own life.

Right now, the most important thing for him to do was to find the person who really changed the Feng Shui Bureau, and find out his real purpose.

However, thinking about it, someone who could change the Feng Shui department must be an expert. Even if I could find him, what could I do?

He let out a helpless sigh, feeling a deep sense of helplessness. As a girl, this feeling of helplessness had appeared many times.

Actually, I have already become much stronger by now. At least, I can bury all of these emotions deep inside my heart.

At this moment, the only people in the village with such abilities are Liu Qing and Liu Songxian.

At this time, when I thought of Liu Songxian, a light suddenly flashed through my mind, as if I suddenly thought of something.

"Lingling, do you know the relationship between your uncle Liu and my foster father?"

Hearing my question, Lingling shook her head, indicating that she did not know.

At this point in time, I suddenly remembered that when my foster father was being buried, Liu Songxian came up with a lot of ideas, and he was even more so in front of the many coffin carriers.

Next to the spikes in the waves was a Feng Shui pattern called Yin Yang Thread. This pattern wasn't bad either, but later on, the coffin landed at the exact spot in the waves.

At that time, I felt fortunate that such a coincidence actually happened and the coffin accidentally landed on the ground. It even landed on a pretty good Feng Shui position …

But now that he thought about it, Liu Songxian's persuasion, and how the coffin had fallen to the ground, all of these could have been premeditated. It was all Liu Songxian's doing …

Ever since the time of my adoptive father's death, I had suspected him. Thinking about it now, my suspicion deepened.

If he saw Liu Songxian again, he definitely would not let him leave so easily.

It's already afternoon by the time Lingling and I descended the mountain. Suddenly, we heard bursts of wails coming from one direction.

This is the only way to get to my house from the top of the mountain, and this crying... It came from Dalong's house.

Dalong and his son haven't been buried yet. After all, his family has many relatives and many visitors, so he's not as lonely as we are.

Besides, it hadn't been hot recently, so the coffin stayed in the yard for a few more days, choosing a better day.

Thinking about it, I can never get away from the death of Dalong's mother and son. The dead are the bigger ones, and since I was passing by, I should kowtow before I leave.

After thinking about it, I brought Lingling to the door of Dalong's house, where white silk and flower wreaths were all hung.

Even though Dalong's family has orphans and widows, there are quite a number of relatives. Even if they died, there would still be people helping with the funeral. Thinking about my adoptive father, I couldn't help but feel sorrowful.

Just as I reached the entrance, I was spotted. All of a sudden, even the crying sounds in the courtyard stopped for a moment.

"Bitch, what are you doing here!"

Before I could say anything, a creaking sound came from the two coffins in the mourning hall.

The sound became even louder and louder. The two coffins that were originally placed on wooden shelves seemed to sense something.

"Crack!"

With two crisp sounds, the two coffins fell to the ground at the same time. They landed on the ground at the same time, and pieces of dust flew in the air.

At the same time, it was as if something had been completely drained from my body. I nearly fell to my knees, but my four limbs couldn't help but tremble violently.

A suffocating feeling comes over me and everything in front of me seems to have turned into a dark red color. In front of me are two people who seemed to be sitting on top of two coffins.

My hands trembled violently as I lifted them with much difficulty.

"Yes …" "Yes..."