As the last descendant of Xiling Rikishi, Liang Sian was forced by his family to participate in a joint fighting operation and be responsible for "technical support."
Taoist Banshan looked disdainful: "How can a mere civil engineering project defeat the overall situation of Feng Shui for a thousand years?"
Colonel Mo Jin sneered: "Modern technology interferes with Yin and Yang, be careful to anger the corpse immortal!" Liang Sian didn't say anything, just took out the total station and stood in front of the tomb for five minutes.
"Well, the tomb passage runs 12 degrees north by east. The inclination angle is inconsistent with the stress direction of the mountain. The main tomb chamber is likely to deviate from the central axis and is in the southeast corner. Go down from here, avoid the diamond wall, and go straight to the ear chamber."
Everyone was doubtful, so they pushed the shovel down, and sure enough, they led directly to the treasure room.
"This is called elastic-plastic mechanics." Liang Sian spread his hands, "Your Feng Shui textbook is not as thick as mine."
Later, Liang Sian discovered that the "observation of mud marks and identification of soil color" left by his ancestors was actually the same thing as the modern "Soil Mechanics".
And I happen to have perfect scores.
