The Morgan sports car drove to the side of the Aberdeen Harbor Road and could not drive any further.

Many places on the steps have been washed away by landslides, Lin Genbao is exploring the way in front, and Wang Zixuan is walking behind.

"Senior brother, you see, Master Zhang had an accident there. ”

Wang Zixuan looked in the direction of Linggenbao's finger, which was an open-air spiritual ash position in the Chinese Eternal Cemetery.

The view from here is incredible.

It's a pity that the sealed soil of the cemetery almost collapsed, and the surrounding area was in a mess, many graves were washed away by mud and stones, and many people nearby were cleaning up the graves of their ancestors and abusing Master Zhang.

When they saw Wang Zixuan coming up, their faces immediately turned unkind, Wang Zixuan's words of defending Master Zhang in the mourning hall had spread all over the world, and they all knew that Wang Zixuan was Master Zhang's friend.

Sideways eyebrows!

The car stopped at the bottom of the mountain, and Wang Zixuan had already sensed that something was wrong.

He stared at the qi, and the entire Chinese eternal cemetery turned out to be deep in yin and full of evil qi.

It stands to reason that this is a treasure of feng shui where Tibetan wind gathers water, and there should be auspicious purple energy, why is there evil energy?

I'll take it, good for you, Master Zhang, if you die, you will count me once, and hide the magic weapon here, obviously let me repair the mountain protection formation for you and eliminate evil things.

Wang Zixuan held the ink bamboo map, looked at the expressions of the family members of the deceased around him, beckoned Lin Genbao over, and whispered a few words to him.

Lin Genbao opened his mouth wide, and just as he wanted to say something, Wang Zixuan waved his hand to interrupt and said softly:

"Those who achieve great things are not informal, as long as the purpose and result are good, then what they do is good deeds, no need to talk about it, do it!"

Saying that, Wang Zixuan walked up, Lin Genbao smiled bitterly, he didn't dare not listen to his senior brother's words, he walked down the mountain quickly.

The people who abused Master Zhang before, when they saw him coming, they all snorted coldly and looked sideways, not giving him a good face.

The surrounding atmosphere was really depressing, but Wang Zixuan ignored it and stood quietly with the picture scroll.

An old man who was half-bowed came out of the crowd and said with a dark face: "What is the matter with the master, you are not welcome in the Chinese cemetery!"

"Wait a minute, I'll ask the lord of this place!"

"Ask the lord of this place, who do you ask?!" the old man thought that he had heard a bad ear, and the people who were watching coldly not far away were also stunned when they heard this.

This is the cemetery, who can you ask?

But seeing Wang Zixuan's fingers pinching the tip in the center of his eyebrows, there was no trace of wind in the mountains, and the woods rustled for no reason, and the old man was dumbfounded.

The other people who were watching noticed the strange image around them, and they felt terrified, and they all looked at Wang Zixuan in horror, and there was an uproar in the mountains of the cemetery.

Wang Zixuan opened his eyes, looked at the people who insulted Master Zhang before with a solemn expression, and warned loudly with righteous words, "Many ancestors are buried here, so pay attention to your tongue, and disaster will come out of your mouth!"

The people around nodded impressively, and the mountains quieted down.

The old man was surprised, but he didn't think that although Wang Zixuan was young, the master's aura was full, and everyone in the cemetery was shocked.

"Master, Xie Changnian is polite, I am a member of the Management Committee of the Chinese Permanent Cemetery. The old man clenched his fists in a low voice, this time his attitude was much more respectful.

In the woods, Lin Genbao put away a few Weiya steel wires, and smiled bitterly, the senior brother asked him to get the Weiya steel wires, it turned out to be to deceive, and it was reasonable to say that if he hadn't seen his ability with his own eyes, he would have suspected that the senior brother was a liar.

But the senior brother also asked him to go home to avoid danger, should he go?

Wang Zixuan said with a sincere face: "Mr. Xie, I came to correct Master Zhang's name!"

"He died in order to protect the eternal cemetery, and there was an evil master who wanted to practice the evil art of child corpses with the yin qi of the bones of the cemetery, and Master Zhang fought here in order to stop the other party, causing the landslide to collapse. ”

"Ahh

"Hey, Master Zhang is the feng shui consultant of the Chinese cemetery, how can he harm himself, and the cemetery on a thunderstorm is a taboo for feng shui masters that ordinary people know, how can he not know as a feng shui master!"

"Ah, we blamed Master Zhang wrongly!" Xie Changnian said with a guilty face.

In the past, he also had a good relationship with Master Zhang, and the latter's cemetery feng shui consultant was also recommended by him, but because of this, he was blamed after the accident and had to take a stand for his own interests.

This is because the Great Descending Master of the Evil Dao has destroyed the feng shui array laid by Master Zhang here, affecting the magnetic field of feng shui here, and the yin evil has entered the body. ”

"And the bones of the cemetery here are about to be desecrated by the evil master, and the feng shui of the yin house is related to the wealth and poverty of future generations, and is related to the peace and happiness of future generations, and the consequences can be imagined. ”

Everyone exclaimed, how good is this, where is that damn head lowerer?

"Master, can you solve it?" Xie Changnian said.

Wang Zixuan shook his head and sighed, "Master Zhang has not been buried yet, what you have done is chilling, angry and resentful, who is willing to do things for you again." ”

Everyone present did not change color, no wonder there was no feng shui master to help.

They didn't know that many feng shui masters thought that Master Zhang had encountered the place where the master was killed, not to mention that Master Zhang had an accident, how dare they come over.

"This ...... Master, we ......" Xie Changnian's face was full of regret.

Master Zhang's burial problem must be solved, and his Qiye's ashes are still in the fortune-telling shop, and they should be like soil, and the open-air columbarium in the Xiangjiang cemetery is expensive, and the better places are worth tens of millions, and he can't afford to pay this money.

"Master, how much should be produced, you can tell the number, and I will come out together. After everyone discussed, Xie Changnian was recommended to speak.

Wang Zixuan waved his hand, "I don't take a penny, but everyone needs to give Master Zhang an explanation, and my Qi Ye Xie Tiangang needs a spiritual ash position, and their old friends hope to be companions." ”

didn't even ask for money for himself, and everyone's evaluation of Wang Zixuan instantly rose. "Okay, please make a move!" Xie Changnian glanced back, saw that everyone had no objections, and clenched his fists and arched his hands.

"Everyone quickly retreat to the bottom of the mountain to hide, don't spread today's events, be careful that trouble comes out of your mouth!" Wang Zixuan raised his hand to look at the sky.

When everyone heard this, they hurriedly walked down the mountain, the muddy road was slippery, and some people fell and hurriedly got up, and they didn't look back.

The RVs on the road below the mountain left one after another and quickly dispersed, only Xie Changnian was on the road, watching the master's practice from afar with his eyes wide open.

Wang Zixuan's "Zhuge Ma Qian Lesson" calculated it, and the fifth lesson was lower.

In the past 50 years, there have been eight of them, and the villains are long and the creatures are poisonous.

Emma, what a big bra!

Phew, bad spirits, bad spirits!

Wang Zixuan's face was solemn, he carefully sailed the 10,000-year-old boat, shook his hand and showed his jade pen, pointed obliquely at the anvil-like clouds in the sky, and posed in a cool shape!

He's waiting for thunder!

Feng Shui masters who understand celestial phenomena know that anvil-shaped clouds are a harbinger of thunderstorms, and in thunderstorms, warlocks dare not scream, and evil creatures dare not scream, which is the best time for him to repair the mountain protection formation.

The wind rose violently, and a thunderbolt of lightning tore through the sky.

Wang Zixuan started writing in an instant, almost in tune with the electric light, a thunderous stroke!

Thunder rolls in!

Wang Zixuan stepped on the ground and began to write quickly, at this time at three o'clock in the afternoon, it was the time when the power of his eight-character pure yang bloodline was the strongest!

Hurry up! As Wang Zixuan kept drawing talismans, he made up the formation.

The old man Xie Chang at the foot of the mountain couldn't help but exclaim, this Master Wang is really a master, and when he casts the spell, he moves like thunder, which can actually change the color of the wind and clouds!