Ancient village in the early morning, dry air. When the first rays of morning light shot into the old streets, an old man who got up early was outside the door of the old house, lazily washing his face. After washing, he didn't feel refreshed, so the old man tilted his head sideways, squinted his cloudy eyes, and glanced at the old locust tree at the entrance of the village.

In the old man's impression, many years ago, the morning air was moist and sweet, not as dry and odorless as it is now. And the old locust tree at the entrance of the street used to be pavilion and leafy. It is precisely because of this old locust tree that I don't know whether it has lived for hundreds or thousands of years, so this village has always been called the root of the locust tree.

Since a thunderstorm struck more than 20 years ago, the old locust tree broke a branch, and it has not been as good as a year. The old branch that was cut by lightning was very large, and it took two people to hug it at the main trunk. Because the old locust tree is a sacred thing in the hearts of the villagers, incense and candle offerings must be prepared to sacrifice during the New Year's Festival, so no one dares to move the broken branches. After some discussion among several respected elders in the village, it was finally decided that all households in the village should donate offerings and incense, and after inviting Taoist workers to do a meritorious service, twenty or thirty young and middle-aged people would work together to move the broken branch to Dongsheng Mountain behind the village. A branch can continue to be infiltrated by the vitality of the leylines in this area, and it should also feed back the feng shui luck in this area.

But Chen Han, a middle-aged man in the village, felt that such a good branch could decompose a lot of wood and firewood, and it would be a waste to throw it on the mountain and let it rot. Chen Han was a famous second-rate son in the village when he was young, he was lazy and fierce, and he didn't dare to mess with him in a village. Although he has now started a family, he still relies on a horizontal force and often oppresses the township.

Chen Han summoned five or six young adults from his brothers and nephews, copied the saw axe, and came to break down the broken branch with great vigour. The villagers dissuaded one after another, but Chen Han and his gang ignored it, and finally got tired of listening to it, and they had to deal with the villagers who came to dissuade them. Everyone had no choice but to give up, and some of the worship offerings that had already been gathered were presided over by the old people in the village, and a sacrifice was made hastily at the root of the locust tree, and even the Taoist workers did not have time to invite.

After carrying that branch home, Chen Han suddenly fell ill and died violently at home. He had two sons, the eldest of whom died in a work-related accident two years later. The youngest son originally bought a van to run passenger transport in the village. Once solicited customers from the village to Huangjiang Town, but the car overturned halfway. The strange thing is that after the overturn, all the passengers in the car were unharmed, except for Chen Han's youngest son, whose entire spine was squeezed by the deformed cab and twisted like the branches of the old locust tree, and he could never stand up straight.

Chen Han's brothers and nephews have also had many misfortunes in the family over the years, separated from each other, and moved away. The people in the village unanimously believed that they had violated the divine curse, and they also became more and more convinced that the locust tree at the entrance of the village was a sacred tree that sat on the local feng shui luck.

It's just that after that thunderstorm, the dead branches and leaves of the old locust tree are getting more and more year by year. The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and in the eyes of outsiders, the old locust tree is still standing tall in the sky, with lush branches and leaves. But people of a certain age in the village know that the old tree

Today's vitality is not as good as half of what it was more than 20 years ago.

On the half-mountain behind the village, the Dongsheng Painting and Calligraphy Institute in the morning mist is full of clouds and vitality. Today is not the day when the calligraphy and painting institute is open, so the gate is closed, and the doorman uncle is sitting in the small pavilion in the courtyard, making kung fu tea. Using this clear mountain spring water to make tea in a large feng shui array that gathers spiritual energy is actually part of his practice.

A pot of tea, two cigarettes, and a half-day sitting. Typical old Cantonese life.

Shen Wanzhou stood still in front of a scroll in the inner hall with the word "merit" written on it. Master Shen did not admire Yaxing here, he looked at these calligraphy and painting works one by one every day, but he was just verifying, looking at the spiritual power of the mountains and rivers gathered in them, and it was a little thicker.

Every time he looked at this "meritorious" calligraphy, it would take a little longer. I always saw a smile on my face and nodded silently, and then I would continue to look at other paintings.

But today, he had been standing in front of the scroll for nearly half an hour, without any expression on his face. The two large characters with strong brushwork, the thick ink rhyme seems to have suddenly faded a little. Shen Wanzhou frowned, and a powerful qi machine around his body instantly spread in all directions. In the palm of the old painter's left hand, I don't know when there is already a pair of health balls of mutton fat and white jade, which are being rubbed in a circle#.

The white jade ball turned faster and faster, and Shen Wanzhou's eyes were fixed on the calligraphy, which seemed to be very difficult, and gradually began to sweat on his forehead. The ink rhyme of the word merit finally stopped fading, and even seemed to be slightly restored. However, the flow of luck in the great array of feng shui here is like someone else cutting off the waist, no matter how hard you try, you can only keep the original spiritual power of the scroll intact, as long as you relax a little, the ink rhyme on the paper will continue to disappear.

The magic weapon that has been refined in the past twenty years is actually nothing, and for the hundreds of years of longevity of a monk in this realm, it is just a matter of ten days. But since the person who came was so blatant, Shen Wanzhou was not to be outdone.

People on the top of the mountain may not meet a few opponents in their lives.

Shen Wanzhou's hair was open, his face was red, and the white jade ball in his hand was no longer spherical, only a circular trajectory. The qi bursting out of the body strengthened one after another, and even the void ripples in the air were already faintly visible to the naked eye!

Suddenly, there were two snaps, and countless white jade fragments spread out from his hands and fell to the ground, and the pair of jade balls had shattered with a bang.

The flow of luck in the feng shui array has returned to the same as before, and the ink rhyme of the "merit" scroll has not lost too much at all.

The janitor uncle in the courtyard seemed to be lying on a bamboo chair in the pavilion in prostration, soaking wet. He didn't participate in this fight, but he was in the middle of the battle, and the incomparable rhythm of the feng shui qi machine was ecstatic, devouring the vitality - he had been trying to protect himself.

An old man in black, who was thin and energetic, crossed the wall as if falling from the sky, and then entered the door of the exhibition hall without even looking at the doorman who was slumped on the bamboo chair.

Shen Wanzhou threw away the remaining gravel in his hand and slowly turned around

Facing the door. The uninvited old man in black had already entered the hall and sat down on a wooden sofa that was usually used for visitors to rest. This popularity machine is almost integrated with a pulse of landscape luck!

Shen Wanzhou took a deep breath and adjusted his breath, then he slowly stepped forward, went to the opposite side of the sofa where the man was sitting and arched his hand: "Today, the person who can control the star power, earth qi, and mountain and river qi veins can be so perfect, except for the family teacher, I am afraid that there is only Mr. Zeng Yuancheng, the master of Kanyu." WH Group did not know about the visit of distinguished guests, and did not open the door to welcome guests, and hoped that Mr. Zeng would forgive me. ”

A master is a master, scolding people for trespassing on the door, and stealing chickens and dogs will never take half a word.

Zeng Yuancheng looked unimpressed. With a ruddy face and sweat stains that hadn't dried, it could be seen that he was not easy in this fight. Looking at the master here, he didn't bother to get up, he sat down directly and arched his hand: "Celebrities don't say secret words, Zeng Mou came to the door this time, first, he was unclear and asked for a puzzle, and second, he asked Master Shen for someone else's things." ”

-for-tat, without giving face at all.

Shen Wanzhou's face was gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "Since there is something to ask each other and peers to learn, I, Shen, dare not hide my secrets, and I must know everything." As for asking for other people's things, Shen lived a hundred years in vain, and I'm afraid he can't take it out. ”

Zeng Yuancheng said: "The ordinary people under the mountain are able to live and work in peace and contentment thanks to the endless life and luck of this vein of mountains and rivers. Now all this vein of luck has been intercepted and privately occupied. Master Shen is also a master, I wonder if this counts as taking someone else's things?"

Although Shen Wanzhou was angry in his heart, he was not bad at cultivating kung fu, not to mention that the other party was indeed reasonable. Not to mention the luck of one side, that is, in the early 20 years, when burials were popular among the people, one family added graves and fell into burials, and others were not allowed to break the earth and add graves around the cemetery or near the same qi vein, so as not to break the human dragon vein and damage the luck of people. It is especially important for the master to abide by this conventional rule.

He coughed dryly, cleared his throat and said, "Brother Zeng's chivalrous heart is admirable. However, the luck of the mountains and rivers is invisible and traceless, only the discerning eye can see it, and only the virtuous live in it. The people under the mountain have lived here for generations, and my calligraphy and painting institute has been with them for more than 20 years, and I have also given many gifts to build bridges and roads in the village and educate people's livelihood. The villagers are grateful for this, but Brother Zeng asked for losses in their name, which is inevitably a little unreasonable. ”

Feng Shui luck is a mysterious and mysterious thing, if you reason with this, it is indeed unclear to anyone. And Zeng Yuancheng didn't intend to be reasonable, he just sighed and said slowly: "According to Master Shen, that is, as long as others don't know, they can only let those who have the means to live there;

In this way, being aggressive is a challenge.

Shen Wanzhou suddenly looked indifferent, but he said that he was at most evenly matched with the other party, and he didn't want to turn his face, but he didn't want to show weakness, and said lightly: "It's bigger than a fist, that's the reckless man's doing." Besides, it's just a small mountain villa, I'm afraid it's not worth it for you or me. What Brother Zeng said before is unknown, I don't know what it is

Is it also related to Shen?"

Zeng Yuancheng said: "Although there has been no official disclosure recently, there are rumors in the market that Dongguan has cracked a huge criminal gang that abducts and traffics in human beings and mutilates women and is involved in pornography. One of them escaped and disappeared in the area of Dongsheng Painting and Calligraphy Institute. This matter involved some monks of Kanyu Dao, and two of the arrested were said to be disciples of the Donghai Hall of Wuji Gate. I don't know if Master Shen has heard of Donghai Hall?"

Shen Wanzhou's face did not change, and he said coldly: "The knowledge of the world, the Taoism of the world, the predecessors of the Tao, should be inherited." As for what future generations will use it for, it is a matter of their own character and character. Someone kills someone with a kitchen knife, can you blame the blacksmith for not selling a kitchen knife? Wuji Gate is just a Great Dao sect, which is based on preaching; if someone believes that his own sect is committing murder and doing evil, it will be a pity. But the inheritance of the avenue should not be wasted because of choking. Brother Zeng won't be bored enough to come to me for the escapee, right?"

Zeng Yuancheng said: "No, what those monks did, to be honest, and a few juniors under my disciple are also quite blind, so with their assistance, it is also the key to the police being able to successfully solve the case." The matter between juniors has become a merit, and defeat is an experience, and I have no intention of asking. But after the two monks of the Donghai Hall were subdued, I saw the Dharma formation qi here, and the murderous aura was deep. But I don't know if the master of Shen Hall is determined to clean up the portal, or is he hated for his disciples? If the other party has an elder and wants to bully the small, I can't say that I will fight this old bone, and I will have to take care of it. ”

The mud bodhisattva still has a three-point temper, not to mention that the other party is still so aggressive when he bullies the door! No matter how good Shen Wanzhou's cultivation is, he doesn't feel angry at this time and says: "Since Brother Zeng wants to take care of it, has he weighed his own strength, can he manage it?"

There was a thunderous shout in mid-air: "If one person can't take care of it, then there will be two people." ”

Immediately after that, there was a loud bang outside the gate, and the heavy mountain gate that was originally locked was blasted open by a fist, and countless broken wooden bricks flew through the courtyard to the exhibition hall.

Along with the fragments of bricks and wood was a tall old man also dressed in black. The tall old man was tall and tall, and he didn't greet him when he came in, but his eyes were like electricity, and he looked at Shen Wanzhou coldly. What he had to say, he had already said outside the door.

Zhenwu Grandmaster Lu Shicheng and Kanyu Grandmaster Zeng Yuancheng, choose any person, except for the Wuji Sect Master today, I am afraid that no one dares to say that they can win the battle. The two of them came together, so what else is there to say. Shen Wanzhou sat down on the bamboo chair opposite Zeng Yuancheng, and said expressionlessly: "The two of you are here, can you ask for a battle from my Wuji Sect?"

Lu Shicheng glanced around at the calligraphy and paintings in the hall, and when his eyes were withdrawn, he clasped his hands and said: "I am a martial artist, Yuan Cheng is also a tea-growing old man, calligraphy and painting, we don't know how to appreciate it." War or not, it's all up to you. Now that the words have been brought, we are not going to bully more or less today. In the battle of juniors, the elders of our Taiji Gate will never participate, nor will they protect the calves. Three days later, I will first come to get back the feng shui luck here for the people under the mountain. Whether it can be completed or not, it depends on Master Shen. ”

Zeng Yuancheng paid more attention to the number of courtesies, got up and hugged his fists:

"Farewell. ”

The two old men's figures flashed and disappeared.

Uncle Janitor, who was soaked in the courtyard, came in with his hands on the door frame, and his legs were still a little weak. When he arrived at the sofa opposite Shen Wanzhou, he sat down. "Master, you said that the two grandmasters of the Taiji Sect are really not here to protect the calves?"

Shen Wanzhou glanced at him angrily and said, "What do you think?"

The janitor said: "I've lived for decades and I've seen calf guards, but I've never seen such calf guards!"

(End of chapter)