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"My dear brother, I have a good eye. The feng shui of my ancestral tomb is the fortune feng shui bureau that hides gold under the pillow." The other party said and led me to the back of the tomb. His fingertips traced the natural stone ridge on the west side of the tomb: "Look at this stone vein. It winds from the north ridge. When it reaches here, it suddenly sinks three feet, as if it is grasped by a hand. Yuanbao - this is the 'pillow'." He pointed to the open space in front of the tomb, where three old locust trees stood in the shape of a letter. The shadows cast by the trees on the ground faintly formed the character "gold". "Look at the shadows of these trees. The rainwater falls and seeps along the tree roots towards the tomb. Isn't it hiding gold? " I squatted down and touched the soil in front of the grave. It was indeed moister than elsewhere, mixed with fine mica flakes, shining like stars in the sun. "It's just that there is a taboo in this game." The other party suddenly lowered his voice and glanced to the southeast. There was a newly built pigsty there, and the manure was flowing down the ditch. "Last year, the fourth son of the clan raised pigs there for cheap, and my shop lost three shipments in succession. Later, I led people to fill the ditch overnight and planted rows of holly between the pigsty and the cemetery, so that I could get the wealth back." Just as he was talking, his son came over on a motorcycle with a bucket full of medicinal materials. When he saw us, he shouted: "Dad, the drug dealer from Henan has come to order fifty kilograms of gastrodia elata again, and the price is 20% higher than last time!" The other party stroked his beard and smiled, with pride in the corners of his eyes: "Did you see it? This Feng Shui bureau has protected three generations of our family. From being a picker to opening a medicinal materials store, there is no difference." The wind blows through the locust leaves, rustling like the collision of copper coins. Looking at the grave mound, I suddenly understood that the so-called "hidden gold" was never real gold or silver, but the thoughts buried by the predecessors, the rules followed by the descendants, and the truth that every plant and tree in this mountain valley recognized - which soil nourishes people and which water gathers wealth, our ancestors have long used the orientation of the grave to quietly tell future generations. Chapter 2 Hiding gold under the pillow will cut off the descendants. Chapter 2 Hiding gold under the pillow will cut off the descendants. When the paper money and ashes from the Li family cemetery were blown by the cold wind and fluttered on Zhou Jingming's face, Li Laoshuan was holding the memorial tablet of his only son and kowtowing. The blood beads on his forehead hit the frozen ground and shattered into tiny dots. "Mr. Zhou, please save our Li family!" There was sand stuck in his throat. "Why did this fortune-telling tactic of 'hiding gold under the pillow' become a talisman for annihilation of descendants?" On the newly planted loess at the tomb, three sticks of incense were stuck crookedly, and they were torn to pieces by the wind as soon as the smoke rose. Zhou Jingming squatted down, dug his fingertips into the cracks in the soil beside the grave, and touched a cold hard object - half a copper coin embedded in the soil, with the eye of the coin nailed shut with an iron nail. "This tomb has been tampered with." He took out his compass, and the copper needle was spinning like crazy. The needle pointed directly at the stone ridge on the west side of the tomb. "When your father buried the gold bricks, did someone stuff something in the cracks of the stones?" Li Laoshuan's expression changed suddenly. He took out an oilcloth bag from his arms and opened it to find a blackened gold brick with a few rotten bones stuck to the corners. "Mr. Yuan of the former Qing Dynasty said that burying gold bricks at the bottom of the coffin with the stone veins as a pillow can gather wealth for three generations." His voice trembled, "But since I buried this thing, my eldest brother fell into a well at the age of thirteen, and my second brother died suddenly at the age of twenty-five. Now even the last child..." Zhou Jingming pinched the nailed copper coin and suddenly remembered the words in his father's notes: "Metal evil belongs to Yin, and gathering wealth is like gathering resentment. If the stone veins are blocked, resentment will eat up the man." He pointed to the drainage ditch under the stone ridge. There was black mud at the bottom of the ditch, and some burned paper figures were floating. "Someone buried the 'extreme household talisman' in the ditch. The wealth of the gold brick was blocked and turned into evil energy." Just as he was talking, Li Laoshuan's sister-in-law ran over with a swaddling baby in her arms. The baby was twitching inside, and his little face turned purple from the pain. "Sir, look! This baby has convulsions again!" She pulled open the baby's clothes, and there was a blue spot on the heart, like the mark of a copper coin. Zhou Jingming asked everyone to pry open the stone slab in front of the tomb, revealing a wooden box with talismans engraved on it. The box contained seven blood-stained peach wood nails, all with their tips facing the direction of the tomb. "Chapter 3 Broken Lotus Powder Holding Point Zhou Jingming stood on the edge of the mass grave, the copper needle of the compass pointed diagonally to the northwest, where there were piles of dead grass half a man high. When the wind blew, the dark grave underneath was revealed, like a trampled lotus pod. "Mr. Zhou, this is it. Widow Liu clutched a faded blue cloth handkerchief, her knuckles were frighteningly white, "Wang Banxian said that my man was buried in the 'Broken Lotus Peng Baozi Cave', so my three children... None of them lived past their first birthday." Her voice was trembling, and the corner of her handkerchief was stained with tears. "Look at the grass. When spring begins, everything else turns green. The grass on the grave is very yellow and has thorns." " Zhou Jingming pushed away the withered grass, and found that the grave soil was indeed very loose, mixed with broken tiles and rotten cotton wool. It sank when he stepped on it. He took out a small copper shovel and gently scraped away the surface soil, revealing the dark red clay underneath. It really resembled the structure of a lotus pod, but each "lotus hole" was filled with half a rusty iron nail. "This is not a Baozi point. It was a curse deliberately placed by someone. "Zhou Jingming picked up an iron nail, with a crooked symbol engraved on the nail cap. "The lotus pod was originally a sign of many children and good fortune, but someone used an iron nail to break the heart of the lotus, and then buried the grave in this waterlogged place. The rain was soaked and the yin energy gathered in the hole. How could a newborn baby bear it? Widow Liu knelt on the ground with a pop, her forehead hitting the frozen soil: "Sir, please help me!" My man died unjustly, but my baby is innocent! I am four months pregnant with this baby, please keep him! " Zhou Jingming asked her to get seven peach wood branches and put them in a circle around the grave. He also found some dried mugwort and lit them in front of the grave. As soon as the green smoke started to rise, he saw the dead grass on the grave trembling, as if something was moving underneath. He took out a yellow talisman from his arms. , Drew a "relief charm" with cinnabar, and stuck it on the grave when the smoke was thickest: "Tonight, come here with a shovel, pull out all these nails, and then fill each lotus hole with a handful of millet - millet nourishes Qi and can suppress the evil spirit in this hole. "Then... Does the grave need to be moved?" Widow Liu looked at the dancing flames with a timid voice. "You can't move." "Zhou Jingming shook his head, "This acupuncture point has been broken for three years, and the earth's energy has become chaotic. Every movement makes it worse." When the iron nails are raised, I will find you a peace charm and carry it close to you to ensure that your pregnancy goes smoothly. "The wind at midnight was so strong that people couldn't keep their eyes open. Zhou Jingming accompanied Widow Liu to pick up the iron nails. As soon as the shovel dug half a foot deep, he heard a "ding" sound and hit something hard. When he dug it out, he found it was a broken earthen jar, containing some hair and nails, wrapped in a piece of yellow paper with birthdays written on it - the birthdays of Widow Liu's three children who died in infancy. "God damn it! Widow Liu grabbed the pieces of the earthen pot and wanted to smash it, but Zhou Jingming stopped her: "Don't be angry, this thing is stained with Yin energy, and the more anger you have, the worse it will be." "He found a piece of clean cloth and wrapped all the fragments and nails. "Tomorrow at noon, burn it in the sun, and then sprinkle some glutinous rice on it. This will be done. " On the day when the pots were burned, Zhou Jingming took a look at Widow Liu's complexion, and her originally sallow face actually showed some blood. He pointed to the mountain col in the distance: "Look at the apricot grove, go and live there for a while after spring. The apricot forest belongs to Yang and can ward off bad luck. " After Widow Liu left, Zhou Jingming squatted by the grave, looking at the lotus holes where iron nails had been driven out, and suddenly felt something was wrong. This method of breaking holes was vaguely related to the gold bricks in the Li family cemetery - they both looked like auspicious points, but in fact they had been tampered with, and the attacks were extremely ruthless, specifically for the purpose of exterminating children and grandchildren. The wind carried the apricot petals over the grave and landed on the peach tree branches. Zhou Jingming touched the compass, and the pointer began to tremble slightly, as if it was guiding something. He suddenly remembered what his father had written in his notes: "In troubled times, Feng Shui becomes a murderous knife. "At that time, he only thought it was an empty talk, but now he realizes how sharp this knife is and how deep it is hidden. Chapter 4: Chen Tinghai cuts off his descendants. The red door of Chen Tinghai's house was ajar, and the patina on the door knocker rubbed all over Zhou Jingming's hands. The courtyard was frighteningly quiet, except for intermittent coughing sounds coming from the west wing, like a broken bellows pumping air. "Mr. Zhou is here? "Chen Tinghai came out from the main room. His satin mantle was wrinkled, and his eye sockets were so sunken that he could hold two tears. He stuffed a cigarette into Zhou Jingming's hand, but he was shivering and couldn't light it. "Look, I invited three gentlemen to see this house, and they all said that there was nothing wrong with the feng shui, but why... Why did each of my three sons die more strangely than the last one? " Zhou Jingming didn't answer the cigarette and walked straight to the center of the yard. The house was built according to the pattern of "Four Waters Returning to the Hall". The patio was square and square, and rainwater should flow along the corners of the eaves to the seepage well in the center. But when he squatted down and took a look, the mouth of the seepage well was actually covered tightly with a bluestone slab, and a half-ton stone lion was pressed on the slab. "Who built this well? "Zhou Jingming asked, pointing to the stone slab. "My wife listened to a gentleman's words two years ago and said that sealing the well can make money. "Chen Tinghai's voice was wavy, "My business has made some money since the well was sealed, but my eldest son was killed by a cargo box at the dock, my second son got drunk and fell into the river, and my third son... Hung a rope from the beam last month..." Zhou Jingming circled around the stone lion and saw the four small words "Support the house and attract wealth" engraved on the base, but the writing was crooked and full of anger. He took out the compass, and the pointer started spinning wildly as soon as it approached the stone lion. There was a thin layer of frost on the copper needle, which was exactly the same as the golden evil spirit in the Li family cemetery. " Zhou Jingming said in a deep voice. The four servants spent a lot of effort to move the stone slab, and a fishy smell hit their faces. There was half a well of black water in the seepage well, with some rotten vegetable leaves and dead mice floating on it. There was also a layer of oil on the surface of the water, which looked like lamp oil poured in. "This is the situation of 'stagnant water trapping the dragon'. Zhou Jingming pointed to the well water, "It was a good intention to bring the four waters back to the hall, but you sealed the living well into stagnant water, and the wealth turned into resentment, and it was all bottled up in the yard." The stone lion presses on the mouth of the well, just like a monument presses on the men at home. It would be strange if they don't die. "Chen Tinghai slumped on the ground, grabbing his hair: "The gentleman said... He said this is called 'don't let the rich water flow to outsiders'!" "He didn't tell you that the water must be living water." "Zhou Jingming asked his servant to find a water pump, and it took him a long time to drain the black water. The walls of the well were covered with moss and felt greasy. There were actually a few yellow talismans stuck on them. The cinnabar on the talismans had long since faded to dark brown. "Who posted this talisman? "It's the same gentleman..." Zhou Jingming tore off a talisman and saw a vague seal on the corner of the talisman. He could vaguely recognize the character "Yuan". His heart skipped a beat - it was Yuan again. "In your house, you need to remove the stone lion first and let the well ventilate." Zhou Jingming took out a cinnabar pen and drew a circle on the edge of the well. "Sprinkle some coarse salt into the well, and after three days, fill it with living water. Let the water flow along the seepage well, and then the resentment will dissipate." He paused and stared at Chen Tinghai, "Also, is the money your business has made in the past two years not so clean?" "Chen Tinghai's face turned pale, his lips were trembling and he could not speak. The old housekeeper next to him sighed: "What you are saying is... The year before last, in order to grab the business of the dock, the boss asked his men to do something, scuttled the competitor's ship, and two sailors died..." Zhou Jingming didn't ask any more questions. When he walked out of the yard, he saw the window of the west wing was open, and there was a thin woman lying inside. Chen Tinghai had just married her to fill the house. I heard that she was pregnant, but she was sick all day long. "Mr. Zhou, can our family be saved?" "Chen Tinghai chased out, holding a heavy box in his hand, "There are five hundred taels of silver in it, please give me some guidance! Zhou Jingming did not accept the box: "Keep the money to fill your house and treat your illness." Remember, you have to do business with your conscience in the future, otherwise even if you remove the stone lion, you won't be able to calm the ghosts in your heart. "He glanced at the stone lion. The word "zhenzhai" on the base shone coldly under the sun, as if mocking the family's greed... Chapter 5 There is a painting in front of the screen wall of the Yuan Mansion in the west of the city. Zhou Jingming stared at the painting "Blue Bird Walking on the Clouds", and his fingertips were sweating in his sleeves. The blue bird's wings in the painting were glowing with gold, but the cloud patterns under his feet were filled with black air. The strangest thing was that deep in the clouds, there was a vague outline of an old man. The hat and robe were actually the style of the former Qing Dynasty Heavenly Prison. "Mr. Zhou, do you recognize this painting?" "Boss Yuan was holding the tea cup, and the tea foam floated in a strange circle on the water. "I spent three hundred taels of silver to take this photo. It is said to be an authentic work by the founder of Feng Shui in the Ming Dynasty. " Zhou Jingming's eyes fell on the corner of the old man's robe, where half a compass was embroidered, and the direction of the pointer was exactly the same as the real Yuan Mansion. He suddenly remembered the illustration in his father's notebook - the portrait of his grandfather Yang Junsong, there was also such a blue bird, but the clouds under his feet were pure white, "Mr. Yuan, does he know that this painting is hung upside down? "Boss Yuan's hand paused, and the tea cup knocked on the table, making a soft sound: "Reverse? How can there be any contrary truth? ""The blue bird's left wing should be facing up. In your painting, the right wing is facing up." "Zhou Jingming pointed to the talons of the blue bird in the painting, where he held a copper coin. The money eye was actually hollow, "and this copper coin is missing a corner, which is a sign of financial ruin. He suddenly raised his voice, "What's more important is that this Patriarch's face doesn't look familiar to you?" "Boss Yuan suddenly raised his head, cold sweat dripping down his temples. The eyebrows and eyes of the old man in the painting were exactly like his father who passed away last year. The old man had never read a book in his life, so how could he be hidden in the portrait of his ancestor? In the middle of the night, Zhou Jingming came to Yuan's house with a mahogany sword. Boss Yuan knelt in front of the painting, shaking like chaff: "Sir, this painting... This painting will move at night! I heard the sound of books turning inside, and saw the blue bird's eyes light up! " Zhou Jingming didn't say anything. He raised his sword and slashed at the painting scroll. The moment the brocade painting cover cracked, a piece of yellow paper fell out, with a "substitution symbol" drawn in cinnabar, and the character "Yuan" written on it. He looked at the painting again, and the old man in the clouds suddenly became clear. The corner of his mouth actually grinned, revealing two rows of black teeth. "This is not the ancestor, it is your father's resentful spirit that is sealed in the painting. "Zhou Jingming put the yellow paper on the candlelight, and the flames jumped up, distorting the face of the old man in the painting. "You put his birth date in the painting and hung it in the wrong direction. Do you want to use the name of the ancestor to let him ward off disasters for you? "The moment the yellow paper burned to ashes, the blue bird in the painting suddenly turned its head, with its right wing facing down and its left wing facing up. The black air of the cloud pattern disappeared with a "swish". The outline of the old man gradually faded, and finally only a pure white cloud remained. Boss Yuan collapsed on the ground and looked at the black water seeping out of the scroll. The water fell on the ground and turned into fine sand. "Did your father help you with Feng Shui before he was alive? "Zhou Jingming picked up a piece of ashes, mixed with some broken bones. "Yes... He helped me choose this house. "Boss Yuan burst into tears, "He said this house would bring wealth, but last year he suddenly disappeared, so I... I found a gentleman and made this painting..." Zhou Jingming didn't ask again. He looked at the painting that had returned to normal. The bluebird spreading its wings on the white clouds was indeed a bit like the spirit of the ancestor's painting. But when he touched the compass in his sleeve, the pointer was facing the place where the ancestor disappeared in the painting, and it was slightly hot. Could this boss Yuan's father be the Mr. Yuan who showed the "Gold Under the Pillow" to the Li family? When he left Yuan Mansion, it was just dawn. Zhou Jingming looked back at the painting and suddenly felt that the blue bird in the painting was staring at him, his eyes were very similar to the way his father looked at him before he died. He clutched the mahogany sword tightly, and the sword tassels fluttered in the morning wind, as if he was guiding something in the painting... Chapter 6. Humiliated by the Ye Family, the threshold of the Ye Family was higher than Zhou Jingming had imagined. Moss was embedded in the cracks of the steps paved with bluestones, as if mocking the mud on his cloth shoes. The concierge led him through the third courtyard. Feng Shui spells were engraved on the pillars of each corridor, and they were clearly written by experts. "Mr. Zhou only makes a living on a few pieces of yellow paper?" Mr. Ye sat on the Taishi chair, spinning a pair of jade balls in his hand, and glanced at the compass in Zhou Jingming's arms, as if looking at a worthless thing, "My grandson is infected with a strange disease, and even Western doctors can't find out the cause. Can you do it?" " Zhou Jingming ignored the sting in those words and walked straight to the hospital bed. The faces of Ye's family and grandson were blue, and their chests rose and fell violently when breathing. A wrist was exposed under the quilt, and it was wrapped with a red rope. On the rope was a rusty copper coin - the kind of money with the character "Yuan" found in the Li family cemetery. "Where did this copper coin come from?" "Zhou Jingming stretched out his hand to untie it, but the young master of the Ye family opened it. "You know nothing! The young master of the Ye family was wearing a foreign cloth suit and shiny leather shoes. "This is the amulet I asked someone to ask for from Mount Wutai. Is it your turn to use it?" Mr. Ye knocked on the jade ball: "If Mr. Zhou doesn't have the ability, please come back." Yesterday, the Feng Shui master from the Zhang Mansion came to see me and said that he was haunted by ghosts and that he had to perform rituals to exorcise the evil spirits, which was more reliable than your wild approach. Zhou Jingming stared at the copper coins and suddenly sneered: "Wutai Mountain's amulet, does the rope end use a knot?" This was clearly a 'soul-locking knot' that someone had tied on purpose. It was wrapped around copper coins and worn close to the flesh. Within half a month, the child's essence would be sucked clean. " "Presumptuous!" Mr. Ye slapped the jade ball on the case and said, "Master Zhang is a former high-ranking disciple of Qin Qin Tianjian. Is it your turn for a young boy like you to criticize me?" Come on, kick him out! "The two servants dragged Zhou Jingming out. The compass in his arms fell to the ground with a bang, and the copper needle fell to his head. Zhou Jingming broke away from the servant, picked up the compass and held it tightly, his knuckles turning white: "Mr. Ye, if you don't untie this red rope within three days, your grandson will probably..." "Get out! "The young master of the Ye family kicked him in the crook of the knee. Zhou Jingming staggered and hit the pillar. His back was in burning pain. The copper coin slipped from the child's wrist and rolled to his feet. When he was about to pick it up, a servant stepped on the back of his hand. "Take your broken compass, don't dirty the ground of my house! The servant spat and threw a few copper coins in front of him, "This is a reward for you, get out of here!" " Zhou Jingming did not pick up the money, but just stared at the money with the word "Yuan" kicked into the flowers by the young master of the Ye family. When he walked out of the door of the Ye family, the wind on the street blew the dust on his face, as if he had been slapped in the face. The compass pointer in his arms turned crookedly, as if he was crying or scolding. The aroma wafted from the wonton stall on the street corner. Seeing his embarrassment, the stall owner handed him a bowl of hot soup: "Mr. Zhou, the threshold of the Ye family is high, so it's okay if we don't serve him. Zhou Jingming was holding the soup bowl and suddenly saw his own shadow reflected in the bottom of the bowl. It was the same as his father's appearance when he was kicked out of Qintian Prison. Three days later, he was looking at the location of Widow Liu's new house when he suddenly heard that someone from the Ye family had come to invite her. Only when he arrived did he find out that the grandson of the Ye family suddenly convulsed at night and vomited black blood from his mouth. Master Zhang's ritual was of no use. "Mr. Zhou, please save the child." "Mr. Ye held his hand, the knuckles were cold, and all the previous arrogance was gone. Zhou Jingming said nothing, walked straight to the hospital bed, and untied the red rope from the child's wrist - the rope end was indeed a knot, and it was wrapped with some black powder, which was the rot of the grave. "Who tied this knot? "He threw the red rope on the table. The rope loop rolled twice on the table, just in time to catch the rubbing of a gold brick from the Li family. Mr. Ye's face turned pale: "It's... The person introduced by Mr. Yuan..." Zhou Jingming looked out the window at the flowers in Ye's garden. The coin with the word "Yuan" that had been kicked in was lying among the rose flowers, soaked in dew. He suddenly understood that this humiliation was not for him, but for the secrets marked by the word "Yuan". And his crooked compass needle might have pointed in the right direction... Chapter 7. Before the smell of the real master Ye's medicine had dissipated, Zhou Jingming was invited to the ruined temple on the outskirts of the city. The copper ring at the temple door had long been rusted into knots, and the incense burner in the courtyard was cracked, but there were three freshly burned incense sticks, and the ashes were piled neatly. "Mr. Zhou, do you recognize this incense ashes?" "An old man wearing a coarse cloth came out from behind the shrine, holding half a compass in his hand. Although the copper needle had a broken head, the scales were finer than Zhou Jingming's. "The reason why the incense ashes persist is because you recited the 'Antu Curse' - the soul-locking knot you untied at Ye's house was also the same curse, right? " Zhou Jingming was shocked. This "Antu Curse" was his father's unique mental method, and he only recorded half of it in his notes. He stared at the broken compass in the old man's hand. There was a vague word "zhou" engraved on the bottom of the plate, and he suddenly knelt down and said, "Are you... Uncle Master? The old man sighed and put the broken compass into his hand: "Your father didn't tell you back then that everyone in Qintian Prison has a natal chart." My game ended in the year of 1898, and his game... I'm afraid it would have turned into ashes long ago. " He pointed to the portrait on the shrine. The old man in the painting has a seven-quarter portrait of the patriarch in the Yuan Mansion's "Blue Bird Riding on the Clouds", "This is the real Feng Shui patriarch, and the Yuan family's imitation is just superficial. " Zhou Jingming touched the cracks in the broken compass and suddenly remembered the gold bricks in the Li family's cemetery and the Chen family's stagnant dragon trap - these traps seemed vicious, but they all had a glimmer of hope: the Li family's gold bricks could be mined, the Chen family's stone lions could be moved, and the red ropes of the Ye family's grandsons could be untied. "Could it be that these traps are all caused by you, uncle..." "I broke Yuan Laodao's trap. The old man added a handful of new incense to the incense burner, "He learned three tricks from me when he was young, but he changed 'hiding wind and gathering energy' to 'drinking poison to quench thirst'. He specialized in watching the fortunes of evil people and harmed many families." "Halfway through the burning of the incense, he suddenly pointed to the old locust tree outside the temple. There was a thread-bound book hidden in the hole of the tree, "This is the authentic copy of the Qing Nang Sutra. The book in Yuan Laodao's hand is a forgery, so there are always flaws in his plans. " There is a yellowed piece of paper sandwiched in the book. It is a list. The names of Li Laoshuan, Chen Tinghai, and the Ye family are on it. Next to each name is a method to crack it. The last line says "Yuan Qishan" with a circled "death" drawn next to it. "Yuan Laodao disappeared last year." The old man's voice deepened, "But his disciples and disciples are still harming people." The painting you saw in Yuan Mansion a few days ago was painted by his son using witchcraft to make money in the name of the ancestor. " Zhou Jingming suddenly thought of the resentful spirit of Boss Yuan's father and the evil creatures marked with the word "Yuan", and the sweat on his palms soaked the broken compass. "Then what should I do? " "Your father was too strong back then, and that's why he was harmed by Yuan Laodao. The old man pointed to the threshold of the temple gate, "This threshold looks high, but in fact it can be crossed in one step." A true master is not someone who knows how many talismans to draw, but knows which situations should be broken and which people should be saved. He took out a copper coin from his arms, which was the kind produced by the Li family, but on the back was engraved a small word "jie", "You see, no matter how fierce the evil is, there is a solution." " Before leaving, the old man gave him the other half of the broken compass. When put together, it happened to be the complete word "zhou". "From now on, it is your turn to take over the situation in this city. "He looked at the sinking sun, and the shadow of the old locust tree spread out like a net on the ground. "Remember, Feng Shui is alive, but the human heart is the dead end. "When Zhou Jingming walked out of the ruined temple, the "Green Bag Sutra" in his arms was as hot as a ball of fire. He looked back and saw the old man standing in front of the shrine, and his back gradually overlapped with the ancestor in the painting. The wind passed through the temple door, carrying the smell of incense ash, as if to say: The real master is never in the painting, but on the way to save people. Chapter 8 When Zhou Jingming came to the door and copied the third volume of "Qing Sang Sutra", the door panel was banged loudly. When he opened the door, he saw seven or eight people kneeling outside the threshold, including a woman holding a sick child and an old man on crutches. The leader was a man with a missing arm, holding a rag in his arms and wrapping half a bloody copper coin - another sign with the word "Yuan". "Mr. Zhou, save us!" "The man tore off the rag, but the blood stains on the copper coins had not yet dried. "We are all from the kiln factory in the south of the city. Ever since Mr. Yuan's apprentice came to see Feng Shui, the kiln has never been peaceful. Last month Wang Laowu had his leg broken by a kiln brick, and this month Li Erzhu was directly burned to death inside! "Zhou Jingming let people into the courtyard. The Eight Immortals table was instantly filled with objects: half-burnt wooden signs, charms stained with black mud, and a strange stone dug out from the bottom of the kiln. The stone surface was full of small holes, as if it had been eaten by insects. "Mr. Yuan's apprentice said that the kiln must use a 'fire refining bureau' to make money, so he asked us to bury the bones of seven boys and girls at the bottom of the kiln. "The child in the woman's arms suddenly twitched, and her little face turned purple from holding back, "We didn't dare to bury it, but this disaster still came to our door! " He picked up the strange stone, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it. The smell of sulfur mixed with the smell of corpses rushed straight to his forehead. "This is not a stone, it is refined ashes. Zhou Jingming's fingertips traced the stone holes, and each hole was stuffed with a thin needle. "The Yuan family refined the evil spirit into the stone and buried it at the bottom of the kiln. The stronger the fire, the heavier the evil spirit. In less than half a year, the kiln will become a mass grave." "The man with the missing arm slammed the table: "I told you that the man named Yuan had no good intentions! He took money from the kiln owner and came up with such a damaging trick! " Just as he was talking, the sound of horse hooves was heard outside the courtyard, and the kiln owner rushed in with his servants, holding a land deed in his hand: "Zhou Jingming, mind your own business! This kiln is mine, I can bury whatever I like! Zhou Jingming did not read the land deed, but pointed to the strange stone on the table: "Did you know that the evil spirit in this stone will attack the men in your family first?" He suddenly raised his voice, "Your son had smallpox last month. Did he always say he saw a child crying in the fire?" "The kiln owner's face turned pale, and the hand holding the land deed dropped. That night, Zhou Jingming took the slaves to the kiln factory. The moonlight shone on the top of the kiln, and the shadow of the chimney looked like an incense stick inserted upside down. He asked the men to dig out the bottom of the kiln, and sure enough, a jar was dug out in the center. There were seven pottery pots inside, and the mouth of each pot was sealed with a yellow talisman. The cinnabar on the talisman was mixed with duck blood. "Move the clay pots to the open space and arrange them in the Big Dipper formation facing the moon. Zhou Jingming took out his peach wood sword and dipped the sword tip into realgar wine. "When the hour comes, I will recite the incantation and you will tear up all the talismans - these innocent souls have been suppressed for too long and cannot rest until they see the moonlight." "The midnight wind carried the kiln smoke, and a soft cry suddenly came from the pottery pot. Zhou Jingming slashed his fingertips with his sword, dripped blood on the eyes of the formation, and recited the curse to relieve evil in the "Qing Sang Sutra". The moment the spell was torn open, seven white shadows floated out of the pot, turned around a few times in the moonlight, bowed deeply to Zhou Jingming, and then gradually dissipated. The kiln owner collapsed on the ground, trembling as he looked at the empty pot: "Mr. Zhou, I... I kowtow to you! " Zhou Jingming ignored him and just put the half bloody copper coin into the cloth bag. There were already five coins with the word "Yuan" in it, which could be put together to form a large circle. Looking at the kiln that had become clean again, he suddenly understood what the "sufferer" his uncle was talking about - no... Chapter 9 Folk Secret Technique: Searching for Corpses with Gourds (1) The incense burner in the City God's Temple had just added new incense when a blind old woman was seen kneeling on the futon holding a broken gourd. The mouth of the gourd was tied with a red cloth, and some hair and nails were stuffed inside. "Mr. Zhou, please use the gourd to search for the corpse." She groped and grabbed Zhou Jingming's sleeves, her skinny fingers shaking violently, "My son died three months ago. The government said he ran away, but I know he was harmed..." The gourd is an ordinary sub-waisted gourd, but the skin is densely engraved with some brown spots. When he gets closer and smells it, there is a faint smell of blood. Zhou Jingming remembered the folk secret technique mentioned by his uncle - the gourd corpse-finding technique. After chanting a spell, let the gourd roll on its own. Wherever it rolls, the body will be buried there. "Old mother, is the hair in this gourd really your son's? " He touched the symbol on the gourd, and the strokes were crooked, somewhat like Yuan Laodao's technique. "I cut the fetal hair with my own hands. "The old woman took out a cloth bag from her arms, which contained a yellowed birth date. "This was written by the fortune teller when he was born. "The handwriting on the paper was exactly the same as the talisman paper from the Chen family's backwater bureau. Zhou Jingming's heart skipped a beat - it was the handwriting of the Yuan family again. At three o'clock, Zhou Jingming took the gourd to the mass grave outside the city. The moonlight was pale, making the grave bag look like an upside-down bowl. He untied the red cloth, stuffed the birth date into the gourd, poured some realgar wine into it, and recited the tracing spell in the "Qing Sang Sutra". The gourd suddenly spun and rolled toward the northwest along the dirt road. Zhou Jingming followed, and saw that it burrowed into places with heavy air, bypassing new graves, avoiding the footprints of living people, and finally stopped under a crooked-necked willow tree. The soil under the tree was freshly turned, and there were still traces of the shovel. "Zhou Jingming asked the men accompanying him to dig. As soon as they dug three feet deep, they smelled a rotten smell. When the shovel hit a hard object, with a "dang" sound, a wooden board was dug out with a yellow talisman nailed on it. On the talisman was a bleeding eye. The old woman rushed to the edge of the pit, groped with her fingers in the soil, and when she touched a corner of her clothes, she suddenly burst into tears: "It's my son's clothes! I sewed this green cloth shirt for him! " Zhou Jingming stared at the yellow talisman. The word "Yuan" in the corner of the talisman was soaked black with blood. He remembered Yuan Qishan's list. In addition to the word "death", the last line also had a willow tree painted on it - it turned out that the old woman's son was the last person on the list. The pit was dug deeper and deeper, and finally a crouched corpse was revealed, with his hands and feet tied with hemp rope, and a peach wood nail stuck in his chest. Zhou Jingming pulled out the peach wood nail, and black blood suddenly flowed from the body and splashed on the gourd. A wisp of green smoke came out of the gourd's mouth, forming a blurry figure. He bowed to the old woman three times before gradually disappearing. He must have harmed my son! "The old woman recognized the marks on the corpse's wrists, which were exactly the same as the hemp ropes in the kiln. "I found him burying the bones of children in the kiln, so he..." Zhou Jingming didn't say anything, just put away the peach wood nail. The evil spirit on this nail was heavier than the dead water of the Chen family and the soul-locking knot of the Ye family. It was obviously a direct inheritance technique from Yuan Laodao. He looked at the crows on the crooked willow tree and suddenly understood that the Yuan family had set up not just traps, but a net to trap evildoers with money and entangle them with the victims. Finally, the net was slowly tightened, leaving no one alive. The gourd was lying on the ground, mouth down, as if crying. Zhou Jingming picked it up and saw that the realgar wine inside turned black, reflecting his own shadow, which actually overlapped with the portrait of Yuan Qishan. He shuddered - he was using the Yuan family's secret skills to solve the Yuan family's situation. Was he breaking the net or closing the net for them? When the sky turned white, the government officials came. The old woman held the body and refused to let go. Zhou Jingming handed the peach wood nail and the yellow charm to the catcher: "This is evidence. The kiln owner is inseparable from the Yuan family. "The catcher took the things with a solemn expression. He had heard that many people died in the city, all related to the Yuan family. When leaving the mass grave, Zhou Jingming hung the gourd on the willow tree in the crooked neck. When the wind blew, the gourd swayed like a tearful lantern. He touched the seven "Yuan" coins in his arms and finally gathered them in a circle. The sound of the coins clashing sounded like a death knell in the morning mist.
"Green Mountains Are Like Jade" by Agate Yuanwai A gentle beauty from a scholarly family VS a man with an angry father in the living room: Marry first and then fall in love | Age difference | Long flow of water. Holding her in my heart felt soft. Caressing her eyes and face lovingly, he said in a low voice: "I was bitten and I didn't feel sorry for you. Why are you feeling wronged?" "Asshole." Sheng Ting stroked her back gently, "You didn't tell me, how could I know what an asshole I am." Kissing the soft red lips, his Adam's apple rolled, "The baby is so beautiful." Chushuang's heart skipped a beat and she looked straight at the person who praised her. The word "baby" could actually be heard from his mouth. Seeing her dazed look, Sheng Ting stroked her slightly swollen lips and kissed her gently. "Bubbles, baby... M, is that okay?" "I won't be as reckless as last time. I will take your feelings into consideration." Sheng Ting buried her collarbone. Holding her tightly in his arms, he moved his lips hoarsely every word: "Is it okay, huh?"
The reborn male protagonist, relying on modern memories, conquered ancient people, things, and beauties, and became a thousand-year-old emperor. Worth watching for those who love ancient history.
Pure love ancient sayings with ratings above 9.0 🌿 Tomato 🍅 If you are an old bookworm, you will know it by looking at my homepage, it is absolutely ok, personal test ① The male protagonist of the original book and the male protagonist, the whole one is crazy, only Er Er in the whole world can make him care ② What about the second marriage? I only love my wife ③ "I just want my wife to be safe all year round" ④ I love the prince purely, and he loves me even if I lose my memory ⑤ "Yin Yin is the only light"
[Military Marriage + Era + Sweet Pet + Double Cleanliness + Parental Indifference + Raising Children + Slapping in the Face] As soon as Jiang Ning opened her eyes, she found that she had become the cannon fodder female partner in the era novel. She was still a female partner who had not seen her husband for three years after being married and would even end up alone for the rest of her life. …
The heroine turns around and abuses the scumbag man and scumbag girl, and she and the male protagonist are sweet and sweet. All have been completed, super super good-looking, no loss in investment. 1. The desire for absolute security and a strong protector. 2. The romantic fantasy of being the "unique" exception in someone's heart and being extremely pampered. 3. The yearning for control of power and the experience of the pleasure of "conquering the strong". 4. Pursue simple and direct methods of emotional compensation and decompression. *5Enjoy the dreamy experience and "sense of coolness" that is separated from reality.
The male protagonist loves it so much. It's full of buffs. It's not a traditional overlord story. I couldn't stop after reading a few of them. It's so beautiful.
It is said that Pure Love has one author and there are connections within it. 1. Kong Yu/Ying Jiang, Snow Mountain Rose, Yuanxiao/ "My love for you is not a whim, but a careful consideration and determination to continue with you. You don't need to give me an answer immediately. I only hope that your answer to me is carefully thought through." I have never liked someone so much. You are the first and the last one. You are like a beam of light that breaks into my world without any warning. I am afraid that the light will dissipate when I touch it, and I am afraid of missing the light from now on. Kong Yu, I like you, even I have never thought that it has reached an unprecedented intensity. I am trying to get better, and I am also trying to get closer to you. I just pray for my light, wait for me, and don't leave me so decisively. " "Ying Jiang, I believe you, love me enough." "Ying Jiang left the Ying family and planned to open his own company. Several people in their dormitory formed a partnership. The company has already been opened, and its name is "Jiyu". Why is it called this name, because their encounter was an opportunity." "Fate is the rules set by the Buddha for the emotions and cause and effect of all living beings when they were dying in the previous life. Fate is the love at first sight in this life, and fate is the love at first sight. Fate is the rules set by the Buddha for the feelings and cause and effect of all living beings when they were dying in the previous life. Fate is the rules set by the Buddha for the cause and effect of all living beings after getting along in this life." 2. Shimiao/Junyu, Xiangbin Rose, Tuanzi/ "Miaomiao, don't be afraid, I'm here!" "In the vast space and time, in the vast sea of people, when I meet you, never forget it... I will go against my instincts, my nature, and love you forever..." "Mingyue Tribe, if Ayu is the bright moon, I will be a star! May I be like a star like the moon, and the light will shine brightly every night." 3. Qing Ai/Cangchuan, Broken Ice Blue/ "Yeah. You are my only one, my heart's desire, the love of my life." "Eh~~ You are so disgusting! I have goosebumps all over my body." Having said that, Qing Ai smiled brightly. "I can't help but say it's disgusting. This is what I say from the bottom of my heart." Cang Chuan held Qing Ai in his arms. "Fortunately you are handsome, otherwise you will become a greasy man, haha!" "Don't you like me if I am not handsome?" "Yes!" "Give you a chance, say it again." "Hahaha, I lied to you, even if you are not handsome, I still like you, only you!" "I can't grow old with you, but I will always love you!" 4. Chi Yan/Mohen, Eguar Black Rose, Tangyuan/ "What a fool. Didn't you tell me many times in my lifetime..." Zi. "Life after life!" "There is no right or wrong in relationships. As long as two people are happy together, true love can transcend everything!" "My moon will never set!" Chi Yan. "If you have love, you can use a mantis as a chariot!" Mo Hen. "May I be like the stars and the moon, shining brightly every night!" "The word love has no radical, the word love is only heart, love has no definition, and can be found by both men and women." "What if the law does not allow people of the same gender to be together?" "When two people who love each other are separated by the law, then the law should be changed. There is nothing wrong with loving someone, and should not be excluded, discriminated against, or regarded as pathological."
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