Last night, Wang Changsheng interrogated the two people who followed Jiuyang, and to be honest, the results of the trial were not good.

The reason mainly comes from Jiuyang's origin, he is a person from the Wumen, Wang Changsheng is actually not too surprised by this, Xu Mubai's Gu poison has been reflected, but Jiuyang's identity is a bit of a headache, he is the grandson of an elder in the Wumen, which means that this is a second generation of Wumen.

The appearance comes with background music, and the kind of person who wins at the starting line from birth.

About the witch gate, there are classics in the Kunlun view that this is a sect with a history of more than 3,000 years, which can be traced back to the legendary ten ancestors and witches, and has been passed down to the present day, no one can say exactly how much heritage there is under the witch door.

The scope of activity of the Wumen has been active in the area of Yunnan-Guichuan, subject to the boundary, never across the Qinling Mountains, after thousands of years have passed, the Wumen multiplication has quietly developed, and gradually continued to have a number of branches, from the Gu art to the head to the corpse, are separated from the Wumen, although it has become a series of its own, but it is still headed by the Wumen, and every five years will go to the general altar to report on the work.

There are a total of ten elders in Wumen, Jiuyang is the grandson of one of them, he was originally out to practice, and followed two people who protect the road, originally this configuration said that he couldn't go sideways, at least he wouldn't lose his life, but who would have thought that Jiuyang accidentally kicked Wang Changsheng, an iron plate that didn't follow common sense at all.

Because, some people are really not used to the iron signboard of his witch gate.

Jiuyang's death was not expected by himself, and it was also unexpected by many people.

Time pushed to last night, the moment when Jiuyang died.

In the northwest border, in the mountains that stretch for 100,000 miles, there is a very ancient, isolated village, there is an ancestral hall in the village, exudes the taste of simplicity and decay, obviously the years are not short, there are pieces of black signs placed in the ancestral hall, each piece is engraved with a name on it, and there is a yellow paper pressed below.

Suddenly, in the bottom row of signs, there was a "click" sound on one of them, and a thin line cracked in the middle.

The night passed, early in the 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 ground in the ancestral hall.

What is placed in this is the life card of all the people in this village, whether it is dead or new, the role of the life card is only one, that is, if the owner of the life card dies, there will be a crack on it.

It doesn't matter if it's thousands of miles away.

"Huh" this middle-aged eyes suddenly fell on a piece of Jiuyang's name on the name of the card, the thin crack on it made him stunned immediately, after a long time, he hurriedly picked up the card and turned around and ran out, came to a stilted building in the village, there was an old man in the building just got up, was wiping his face, after hearing the messy footsteps, he frowned and reprimanded: "What is the panic, is there a dead person?"

"Eighth Elder, look at this ......" After the middle-aged man came up, he bowed his waist and handed over Jiuyang's life card, and after a while, a heart-rending roar came from the stilted building.

"Who killed my grandson......"

After a moment and a half, the people in the stockade gathered in an open space in the middle, and the crowd stood in a black area.

In the corner of the village, there was a young man with beautiful black hair, squinting his eyes, looking at the roaring Eighth Elder, rubbing his head and saying, "I have a headache, isn't this looking for something for me?"

Although Wang Changsheng had a little headache, he didn't particularly care, his tail was cleaned up very clean last night, and he didn't leave any clues that could be found, unless someone from the Xu Mansion confessed, but he believed that the other party should not be stupid enough to sell him.

Two hours later, Uncle Tang Qi drove to the cemetery at the junction of Lingnan and Guangzhou-Foshan, the history of this cemetery has to be more than 20 years, when the Xu Mansion was opened, it cost a lot of money to invite a feng shui master on Hong Kong Island to come and see, it is a typical good yin house, with the mountain and water jade belt around the waist, there is a white tiger sitting in the green dragon and looking at the moon, which is the best yin house in the cemetery.

This cemetery, if it is a private ancestral grave, the pattern can be said to be quite good, and the children of the future generations will definitely be able to produce officials and nobles, rich and noble heirs, but it is a lot worse when it becomes a cemetery, to put it bluntly, it is the atmosphere of the Yin House, which has been shared.

This is why people in the past have ancestral graves, the old people in the family are buried in it after they die, and outsiders are strictly forbidden to enter, not because the family members have to be reunited after death, but if outsiders enter the ancestral grave, it is easy to lead away the atmosphere in the tomb, the cemetery is like this, no matter how good the yin house lives there are many ghosts, and the appearance is average.

Wang Changsheng learned from the mouths of the two old men in Wumen that the target of Jiuyang's great effort was actually a cemetery, and he knew that there was probably something to say about it.

Kunlun Guan guards the twenty-four feng shui dragon veins on this land on the Yuxu Peak, if you want to talk about these more than 9 million square kilometers, who is standing at the top of the pyramid in feng shui, then I am afraid that there are very few people who know that it is the Kunlun Guanzhong.

The disciples who walked under the Kunlun Guanguan once lived incognito from the Shang and Zhou dynasties to the Song and Yuan dynasties, and had been a total of 12 earth masters of various dynasties, but no one ever knew their origins.

In Feng Shui, the fledgling can only be called a Feng Shui master, and then a Feng Shui master, and finally to the top, it is called an earth master.

According to historical records, so far, in the history of 5,000 years of civilization, there are only 21 recorded earth masters, and half of them are disciples of Kunlun Guan and still have a turn.

A generation of earth masters can be a country's feng shui, a dynasty luck, light can pray for the wind and rain, heavy can control the decline of the dynasty, so the status of the past generations of earth masters in the court is very transcendent, they do not involve in the government, and never speak for the emperor, only when the national fortune endangers the country, will point out the country.

And when the local teacher thinks that this vitality is exhausted and it is impossible to maintain it, he will quietly drift away, waving his hand without taking away a single cloud, hiding his merit and fame.

After the car stopped, Wang Changsheng said to Tang Qi I will go and see you wait here, and walked into the cemetery, this season is not the time to worship, except for an old man guarding the mausoleum, the cemetery is empty, only occasionally a few graves with tributes and withered white chrysanthemums.

Wang Changsheng came to the gate of the cemetery, bowed, and muttered: "Xiaosheng has no intention of offending, and I invite all the predecessors Haihan to ......."

There is a lot of gloom in the cemetery, and I don't know if the souls of the dead here haven't left, or the lonely souls and wild ghosts outside have wandered around, in short, there must be something inside, Wang Changsheng is not afraid, but out of respect and rules, he wants to say hello.

There is a saying that "it is better to sleep in a deserted country grave than to sleep in an ownerless empty house", which means that in ancient times, people in a hurry said that they walked at night, and if there was no place to sleep, even if you slept next to the grave, do not go to sleep in a house that has been empty for a long time.

The dead soul in the grave is easy to talk to, and you say hello and say "Mo Wei, Mo Wei" People usually don't care about you, but if you sleep in an empty house that has been empty for an unknown number of years, the yin qi here will be too heavy, and you don't know what is hidden in it.

Lonely souls and wild ghosts are not all evil ghosts, and there are only a few powerful ghosts that can harm people, so don't be led astray by the plots on TV and movies.

There are rules for passing the grave, there is a saying that the river is sacrificed to the river, and there is also a set of worshipping the mountain on the mountain, and there is no rule and there is no circle.

Wang Changsheng walked around the cemetery with his hands behind his back, and felt that the feng shui here was really good, very remarkable, and it was a good place for the dragon to gather qi.

But Wang Changsheng didn't think there was anything strange here, there were all yin houses with good feng shui, and it was far from the point where people could use Gu means to seize it, and Jiuyang still found the leading big family in Lingnan, Xu Mansion.

The two old men beside Jiuyang only said that he wanted this land very much, but he didn't say why, it seems that only Jiuyang alone knows.

Wang Changsheng walked around the cemetery, and after coming out, he asked Uncle Tang Qi: "Except for Jiuyang, has anyone ever inquired about the status of this cemetery in recent years?"

Uncle Tang Qi thought for a while and said: "I don't know, I've never heard the master mention it, the main thing is that many businesses in Xu Mansion are operated by other subsidiaries, to put it bluntly, the mansion only collects money and grasps the general direction, it is impossible to do everything in detail, and it is impossible to be busy at all."

Wang Changsheng squinted his eyes and said, "Then I can't figure it out, where did this cemetery come from with such great charm?"

After checking to no avail, Wang Changsheng and Tang Qi were about to go home, and when they just got in the car, suddenly a group of crows flew over and hovered over the cemetery.

Wang Changsheng was slightly stunned, and turned his head in some surprise, just as he saw that the overwhelming crows had fallen on the cypress trees outside the cemetery.

But with so many crows, it's too uncommon.

Wang Changsheng walked to the side of the cemetery and asked the old man guarding the mausoleum, "Uncle, were there so many crows in the cemetery in the past?"

"Yes, it's been a few years, not only when there is this cemetery, but when this is a wasteland, the crows are also flying here in flocks......"