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Last night, Wang Changsheng interrogated the two people who came with Jiuyang. To be honest, the result of the interrogation was not good.
The reason mainly comes from Jiuyang's origin. He is a member of the Wumen. Wang Changsheng is not too surprised about this. Xu Mubai's poison has already been reflected, but Jiuyang's identity is a bit troublesome. He He is the grandson of an elder in the witch sect, which means he is a second-generation witch.
?The kind of person who comes out with his own background music and wins at the starting line as soon as he is born.
Regarding the witch sect, there are records in the Kunlun Temple that this is a sect with a history that stretches for more than 3,000 years. It can be traced back to the legendary ten ancestral witches and has been passed down to this day. No one can say for sure. How much background does the witch sect have?
The scope of Wumen's activities has always been in the Yunnan-Guizhou Sichuan area, subject to the boundaries, and never crossed the Qinling Mountains. After thousands of years, the Wumen thrived and developed silently, and gradually extended into many branches, starting from Gu. From beheading to exorcism, they are all branched off from the Wumen. Although they have become their own line, they are still headed by the Wumen and go to the main altar to report on their duties every five years.
There are a total of ten elders in the Wumen, and Jiuyang is the grandson of one of them. He originally went out to practice, and he also followed two people who protected the way. The original configuration was to prevent him from walking sideways, at least not He lost his life, but who could have imagined that Jiuyang would accidentally kick Wang Changsheng on the iron plate, which was totally unconventional.
¡°Because, some people really don¡¯t like the iron sign of his Wumen.
Jiuyang¡¯s death was not expected by him, and it was also beyond the expectations of many people.
Time was pushed to last night, the moment Jiuyang died.
In the northwest border, among the mountains that stretch for hundreds of thousands of miles, there is a very old and isolated village. There is an ancestral hall in the village, which exudes a simple and decayed smell. It is obviously very old. There are pieces of stone in the ancestral hall. A black sign with a name engraved on each piece and a strip of yellow paper underneath.
Suddenly, among the bottom row of signs, there was a "click" sound on one of the signs, and a thin line cracked in the middle.
One night passed, and in the early morning, the door of the ancestral hall was opened, and a middle-aged man walked in with a broom to clean up the dust on the floor of the ancestral hall. After sweeping it once, he took out a rag and began to wipe the sign on the table with careful and careless movements. Disrespectful.
Placed here are the life cards of everyone in the village. Whether they are dead or newly born, the life cards have only one function, that is, if the owner of the life card dies, a crack will appear on it.
It doesn¡¯t matter even if we are thousands of miles apart.
"Wow!" The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly fell on a life tablet with Jiuyang's name written on it. The thin crack on it made him immediately stunned. After a long while, he hurriedly picked up the life tablet. He turned around and ran out, and came to a stilted building in the village. There was an old man in the building who had just gotten up and was wiping his face. When he heard the messy footsteps, he frowned and reprimanded: "Why are you panicking? Is someone dead? "
"Eighth Elder, look at this" After the middle-aged man came up, he bowed and handed over Jiuyang's life card. A moment later, a heart-rending roar came from the stilted building.
"Who killed my grandson"
After an hour and a half, the people in the village gathered in an open space in the middle, and the crowds of people stood in a dark place.
In the corner of the village, there was a young man with beautiful black hair. He squinted his eyes and looked at the roaring Eighth Elder. He rubbed his head and said, "I have a headache. Aren't you trying to make trouble for me?"
Although Wang Changsheng had a headache, he didn't particularly care. His tail was cleaned very clean last night and he didn't leave any clues for anyone to find out. Unless someone from the Xu family confessed, he believed that the other party wouldn't be stupid. Sold him.
Two hours later, Tang Qishu drove to the cemetery at the junction of Lingnan and Guangfo. This cemetery has a history of more than 20 years. When Xu Mansion opened it, he spent a lot of money to hire a Feng Shui master from Hong Kong Island. What I came here to see was a typical fine ghost house, with a mountain on its back and a jade belt around its waist. There is a saying that a white tiger sits on the blue dragon looking at the moon. This is considered the best ghost house among cemeteries.
If this cemetery was a private ancestral tomb, the layout would be quite good. The descendants of the next generation would definitely be able to produce high-ranking officials and heirs of great wealth. But if it becomes a cemetery, it will be a lot worse. To put it bluntly, it has the atmosphere of a ghost house. , were all shared out.
This is why people in the past had ancestral graves. After the death of the elderly in the family, they were buried in them and outsiders were strictly prohibited from entering. It was not because the family members had to be reunited after death, butIf outsiders enter the ancestral graves, they will easily lead away the earth energy in the graves. This is the case in cemeteries. No matter how good the ghost house is, if there are too many ghosts living in it, its appearance will be average.
Wang Changsheng learned from the two old men from the Wumen that the target that Jiuyang had spent a lot of effort on was actually a cemetery, and he knew that there must be some explanation.
Kunlun Temple guards the twenty-four Feng Shui dragon veins on this land on Yuxu Peak. In terms of more than 9 million square kilometers, there are probably only a few people who stand at the top of the Feng Shui pyramid. I know it is a person from Kunlun Temple.
The disciples who walked under the Kunlun Temple were once anonymous and served as twelve Earth Masters in various dynasties from the Shang and Zhou Dynasties to the Song and Yuan Dynasties, but no one has ever known their origins.
On the Feng Shui path, those who are just starting out can only be called Feng Shui masters, and then they are called Feng Shui masters. Finally, when they reach the top, they are called earth masters.
??According to historical records, so far in the five thousand years of civilization, there have been only 21 earth masters recorded in the past dynasties, including talented people and strangers among the people. Half of them were disciples of Kunlun Temple, and they were some of them.
A generation of earth masters can control the feng shui of a country and control the fortune of a dynasty. They can pray for good weather and control the decline of the dynasty. Therefore, the status of earth masters in the past dynasties is very transcendent in the court. They are not involved in government affairs and have never been emperors. It is said that only when the fate of the country is endangering the country and the country, will the country be given guidance.
And when the local master thinks that this vitality has been exhausted and it is no longer possible to maintain it, he will quietly float away, waving his hand without taking away a piece of cloud, hiding his merit and fame.
After the car stopped, Wang Changsheng said to Tang Qi, "I'll go see you and wait here." Then he walked into the cemetery. This season was not the time for worship. Except for an old man guarding the tomb, the cemetery was empty. Only occasional tributes and withered white chrysanthemums were placed under the graves.
Wang Changsheng came to the entrance of the cemetery, bowed, and muttered: "I don't mean to offend, I would like to ask all the predecessors to pay homage"
There is a lot of gloom in the cemetery. I don't know whether it is the souls of the dead who have not left here, or the lonely ghosts from outside wandering around. In short, there must be something inside. Wang Changsheng is not afraid, but just out of respect and rules. Want to say hello.
Here I have to talk about this rule. There is a saying that "it is better to sleep in a wilderness grave than to sleep in an empty house without an owner." This sentence means that in ancient times, some people who were on the road said that they walked at night. If there is no place to sleep, even if you sleep next to a grave, don't sleep in a house that has been empty for a long time.
The dead souls in the graves are easy to talk to. If you say hello seriously and say "Don't be weird, don't be weird", they usually won't pay attention to you, but if you sleep in an empty room that has been empty for countless years, here The yin energy will be too strong, and there is no telling what is hidden inside. If you break in without permission, you may get sick at least, or even be killed if you are serious.
Not all ghosts are evil ghosts. There are only a few powerful ghosts that can harm people. Don¡¯t be led astray by the plots in TV and movies.
There are rules for visiting graves, there are rules for offering sacrifices to rivers, and there are rules for worshiping mountains. Without rules, there would be no circle.
Wang Changsheng walked in the cemetery with his hands behind his back. He felt that the feng shui here was really good and remarkable. It was a good place to hide dragons and gather energy.
But Wang Changsheng didn¡¯t think there was anything weird here. There were all the yin houses with good Feng Shui, but it was far from the point where people could use poisonous methods to rob them. Moreover, Jiuyang was looking for the leading wealthy family in Lingnan. , Xu Mansion.
The two old men beside Jiuyang only said that he wanted this land very much, but they did not say why. It seemed that only Jiuyang knew.
Wang Changsheng walked around the cemetery, and when he came out, he asked Uncle Tang Qi: "Aside from Jiuyang, has anyone asked about the situation of this cemetery in recent years?"
Tang Qishu thought for a moment and said, "I'm not sure. I've never heard the master mention it. The main reason is that many businesses in Xu Mansion are handled by other subsidiaries. To put it bluntly, the Mansion just collects money and controls the general direction. , it is impossible to cover everything in detail, and it is simply too busy.¡±
Wang Changsheng squinted his eyes and said, "Then I can't figure out how this cemetery can be so attractive."
After checking to no avail, Wang Changsheng and Tang Qi were about to go back home. As soon as they got in the car, suddenly a group of crows flew over and hovered over the cemetery. The crows were a large, black mass. The phrase "shielding the sky and the sun" can almost describe it, as if it was instantly shrouded in dark clouds.
Wang Changsheng was stunned for a moment, and turned around in surprise. He saw the overwhelming group of crows landing on the cypress trees outside the cemetery. The cemetery was already very gloomy, and crows liked the gloom, so they usually like to inhabit here. Plant a place.
But it¡¯s very unusual to see so many crows.
Wang Changsheng walked to the cemetery and asked the old man guarding the tomb: "Sir, were there always so many crows in the cemetery?"
"Yes, for several years, not only when there was this cemetery, but when this was a wasteland, the crows also flew here in groups" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)?
But it¡¯s very unusual to see so many crows.
Wang Changsheng walked to the cemetery and asked the old man guarding the tomb: "Sir, were there always so many crows in the cemetery?"
"Yes, for several years, not only when there was this cemetery, but when this was a wasteland, the crows also flew here in groups" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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