The trio drove to the Longmen Bridge and walked up the hill.

Along the way, Zhang Jianguo accompanied Zhang Kun to chat while walking, and also introduced some Zhang family celebrities buried on this tomb from time to time, the most famous of which was a person who participated in the anti-foreign war during the Guangxu period, and it is said that he was as famous as Wei Yuan and others of Zeng Guofan.

And his cemetery has also been protected as a provincial cultural heritage.

Walking and chatting all the way, and then the three of them finally slowly came to the top of the mountain, and from a distance, Zhang Jianguo pointed to Zhang Yuande's grave on the top of the mountain and said: "Changshen Daochang, that is my father's grave." ”

At this time, on the grave pointed by Zhang Jianguo, there was a sudden sound of "whooping".

Following the sound, I saw a touch of red standing on the grave, screaming at Zhang Kun and the others.

Seeing that touch of redness, He Qiulan, who had been silently following Zhang Kun and Zhang Jianguo, suddenly showed a smile on her face, and hurriedly beckoned: "Fish thief, come here." ”

Hearing He Qiulan's greeting, the little crimson fox instantly jumped off the grave and rushed towards the three of them.

After coming to the three of them, the little fox first glanced at Zhang Kun carefully, and then saw that Zhang Kun did not move, so he threw himself into He Qiulan's open arms, and his little head arched kindly.

He Qiulan, who was holding the little fox in her arms, looked at the dirty little fox, He Qiulan looked helpless: "Look at your dirty body, grass and ash, well, why are you injured and fighting?"

He Qiulan suddenly saw the wound on the little fox's buttocks with a piece of fur missing, and her face suddenly showed a distressed look, and she looked at the little fox with a look of chagrin and hatred: "I said that I would let you go back with us, but I just refused." ”

As he spoke, he checked the wound and found that it had begun to heal, so he slowly put his mind at ease, just looked at the little fox with a distressed face, stroked the little guy who had obviously lost weight, and then took out the chicken leg he brought and put it to the little fox's mouth: "Hungry, eat." ”

Seeing the chicken legs, the little fox immediately picked up his two front paws and gnawed on them.

And when the old lady was teasing the little fox, Zhang Jianguo silently came to Zhang Yuande's grave, and then took out the prepared incense, wine and dark paper, burned it in a similar way, put on the incense, and then seemed to say something to Zhang Yuande in front of the grave.

Zhang Kun always stood silently and watched, without saying a word.

After the worship, Zhang Jianguo came to Zhang Kun's side and asked softly, "Daoist Changshen, do you see a problem here?"

Hearing Zhang Jianguo's question, Zhang Kun sighed lightly, and then nodded heavily: "Mr. Zhang, it is indeed as I said before, I am afraid that there is indeed a problem with the old man's Yin Mansion." ”

Zhang Jianguo's face also sank slightly: "What do you say." ”

"Mr. Zhang, you see, the grave sits north to south, this is auspicious, and there is no problem. But the problem is on the hill next to it. Zhang Kun said, pointing to a small hill on the right side of Zhangjiafen Mountain.

Well, it's not so much a small hill, it's actually a small hill, compared to Zhangjiafen Mountain, it's okay to say it's a small dirt slope.

However, at this time, Zhang Kun pointed to the hill and said: "Mr. Zhang, this kind of terrain is called the white tiger corpse in feng shui, the ancestors are buried here, gathering evil and condensing, and it is very unlucky for future generations, which will lead to lawsuits and car accidents, serious illness and death, and family ruin." ”

"And it doesn't stop there. This white tiger corpse will not only affect future generations, but even the old gentleman buried here, I am afraid, will also be affected underground, and I am afraid that there will be no peace. ”

Originally, after hearing Zhang Kun say that the white tiger corpse would affect future generations, although Zhang Jianguo's face was slightly gloomy, he was still calm, but when he heard that the white tiger corpse bureau would even let the old father buried here, even after death, Zhang Jianguo's face changed suddenly.

We often say that we are in the earth for peace, which means that we have suffered for a lifetime in life, and after this death, we hope to seek peace.

But according to the words of this Changshen Daochang, even after his old father dies, he will not be at peace, which is absolutely unacceptable to Zhang Jianguo, who has always cared about his parents very much.

Next to him, He Qiulan, who came over silently after seeing Zhang Kun speak, heard Zhang Kun's words, and the tears on her face flowed unconsciously.

The old man ....... ”

Thinking of his old man, he suffered from illness when he was alive, and he was not at peace after death, He Qiulan only felt a pain in her heart, and couldn't help crying.

Zhang Jianguo barely controlled his emotions, and looked at Zhang Kun with a slight request: "Changshen Daoist, is there a way to resolve it?"

Zhang Kun didn't answer the question, looked at the fish thief who was still eating chicken legs on the ground next to him, and asked knowingly, "Mr. Zhang, who is this little fox?"

Before Zhang Jianguo could answer, He Qiulan wiped away the tears on her face and replied instead: "That's the pet that my old man kept when he was alive, called a fish thief." After the old man died, he stayed here and refused to go back with us, and we tried many times to take him back, but to no avail, and then we had to let him stay here. ”

"I see, the spirit has a spirit. Zhang Kun nodded: "However, thanks to it being here." This white tiger corpse is incomparably fierce, and it is precisely because of this little fox who has been guarding this grave and suppressing the evil qi with anger that I can wait until the day I came. ”

"If it weren't for it, I'm afraid that Mr. Zhang's family would have already had a disaster. ”

Hearing Zhang Kun's words, He Qiulan was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the fish thief with a trace of gratitude in her eyes.

"As for resolving this White Tiger Rank Corpse Bureau, it is difficult to say that it is not difficult, it is not difficult to say that it is not difficult, as long as the mountain next to it is bulldozed, this White Tiger Rank Corpse Bureau will be solved naturally. Zhang Kun pointed to the hill next to him.

"Leveling? It's a bit difficult. Without waiting for Zhang Kun to finish speaking, Zhang Jianguo pondered, as if he was thinking of some way to flatten the mountain.

Looking at Zhang Jianguo as if he was thinking seriously, Zhang Kun was stunned, this guy, really want to bulldoze that mountain?

Zhang Kun turned his head and said busily: "However, this is only a palliative but not a cure, and bulldozing that mountain can indeed crack this white tiger corpse situation, but the fierce aura condensed before will not dissipate immediately." ”

"If you want the ferocious spirit to dissipate, I'm afraid it won't be empty for eighty or ninety years. During this period, Mr. Zhang's family still had many tribulations, and Mr. Zhang would suffer for ten more years when he was underground. ”

Hearing that he had cracked the White Tiger Rank Corpse Bureau, and his old father would have to suffer for ten years, Zhang Jianguo was brows furrowed, but soon Zhang Jianguo had a flash of inspiration, grabbed the focus of Zhang Kun's words, and asked, "Is there a cure for the root cause of Changshen Dao?"

Hearing Zhang Jianguo's question, Zhang Kun's heart was relieved, but there was no expression on his face, he just nodded, and then spit out two words in a deep voice: "Move the grave." ”

"Moving the grave?" Zhang Jianguo was stunned: "However, my father was buried for more than a month ......." ”

Before Zhang Jianguo finished speaking, his eyes turned to He Qiulan next to him, as if he was hesitant.

He Qiulan looked at Zhang Jianguo, then turned her head to look at Zhang Yuande's grave, and when she turned around, He Qiulan didn't say anything, and sighed lightly: "Jianguo, you have an idea." ”

Zhang Jianguo lowered his head slightly and groaned.

After a long time, Zhang Jianguo raised his head again, looked at Zhang Kun, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, then it's troublesome to Changshen Daochang." ”

"Grave relocation. ”