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"Ling Wei, how do you talk to Mr.?"

Zeng Xiangdong's face was pale, and he looked at the young man Zeng Lingwei with some unhappiness.

"How did the master teach you! I still don't apologize to my husband!"

"I'm sorry, sir!"

Although Zeng Lingwei was a little reluctant, under Zeng Xiangdong's forced gaze, he could only step forward to apologize.

Grandpa Tsang often tells the story of Mr. Feng Shui to his children and grandchildren, and has repeatedly emphasized that when you meet a capable gentleman, you must be respectful and respectful. Because the prosperity of the Zeng family is all because of feng shui!

"Even if the fractured rock mass is spliced back, it will not have any effect, and the gas veins have been broken. But I can do it with charms, and the effect is definitely not inferior to the previous ones!"

Wang Zhong was not unhappy with Zeng Lingwei's recklessness, and said with a smile.

"Then please ask Mr. to cast a spell, my old man is still in a coma?"

Thinking of the old man who was in a coma, Zeng Xiangdong and the others all had a trace of bitterness on their faces.

"Yes, this incident started because of me!"

Wang Zhong did not shirk it, and buried the drawn talisman according to the direction. Fingers pinched and muttered prayers.

Feeling the broken qi veins reconnected, Wang Zhong stopped:

"You can send someone home now, the old man should recover!"

"Ling Wei, call home!"

Zeng Xiangdong turned around and commanded.

"Good!"

Zeng's family is in good condition, carrying a mobile phone with him, and in the 80s, he was abroad, and mobile phones were also a high-end luxury. Zeng Lingwei hurriedly took out his mobile phone.

"Uncle, grandpa has woken up!"

Zeng Lingwei said a few words to his family and said with some excitement.

Zeng Xiangdong snatched the mobile phone, talked to the old man in dialect slang for a while, and finally hung up the phone respectfully.

"The old man is already well!"

The brother behind him, the nephew and nephew explained a few words.

Zeng Xiangdong came to Wang Zhong again.

"Master Wang, the old man has been adrift overseas for more than 80 years, and it is rare to see his fellow countrymen. I'd like to invite you to visit us!"

"Isn't that too much trouble?"

Wang Zhong glanced at Michelle and the others with some embarrassment, and whispered.

"Master Wang, it's okay. Thanks to the blessing of this centipede coming out of the cave, our family is very prosperous, and now it is the fourth generation in the same house, with a total of more than 30 people! Not to mention such a few people, even if they are doubling more, we can also entertain!"

Zeng Xiangdong said with a smile, with a look of pride.

"Four generations in the same house, more than 30 people!"

Michelle's eyes widened, and she said in disbelief.

"Of course!"

Zeng Xiangdong said affirmatively.

"The centipede comes out of the hole, and the wood fire is a rare treasure hole, and this fire hole is intended to be used by the old man for a hundred years. I didn't expect to be taken by Master Wang, I think we are too greedy, it's really providential!"

"I envy you so much, your family is really prosperous!"

Michelle looked at the young man behind Zeng Xiangdong with some envy. His family is withered, and every time he goes back, he is deserted.

"Don't be envious, your ancestors are buried here, and they will definitely prosper!"

Zeng Xiangdong said with a smile.

"Yes, seeing you, I believe it even more!"

Michelle looked expectant.

Wang Zhong used the compass to find a wangshan wangxiang for Michelle.

Michelle's bodyguards were replaced. The Zeng clan helped dig a hole, and the bones of Michelle's ancestors were buried in the red soil.

Michelle made a simple sacrifice in front of the grave, and the relocation of the grave was completed.

"In order to express my apologies, I am willing to fund the rebuilding of the Land Temple!"

Wang Zhong dragged Michelle to the side and muttered quietly for a while. Michelle said without hesitation.

"The Land Temple has the effect of suppressing centipedes, and it is the town of the entire feng shui pattern, so it can't be sloppy at all!"

Zeng Xiangdong and others naturally understood the importance of the Land Temple, and Michelle took the initiative to bear the cost of repairs, which was also a kind of goodwill. The only bit of mustard in the hearts of the Zeng family has also disappeared.

When Wang Zhong and the others came to Zeng's villa, the women of the Zeng family were busy. The aroma of stir-fry wafts far away with the wind.

The old lady Zeng was dressed in a Tang costume, holding crutches, sitting in the center of the ancestral hall.

"Hello, sir!"

After being introduced by her children and grandchildren, Mrs. Zeng happily saluted Wang Zhong.

"Hello old lady, bother!"

Wang Zhong was also happy.

"Don't bother, don't bother, it's kind to see Chinese people in a foreign country!"

The old lady smiled and sat everyone down. A woman has already served refreshments, melons and fruits.

"Give a copy to the ancestors, today's events have also alarmed them!"

Looking at the melons and fruits, the old lady Zeng spoke.

"Yes, Grandpa!"

The woman bowed her head and replied.

"Old lady, I'm really sorry for today's incident, it's us who was reckless!"

Wang Zhong looked at the ancestral god position of the Zeng family and said apologetically.

"Sir, Xiangdong has already told me in detail, I don't blame you for this matter!"

The old man shook his head and said with a smile.

"Old man, today's thing is that my subordinates are frizzy!"

Michelle stepped forward and said with some embarrassment.

"I really don't blame you, if it weren't for that, we wouldn't have seen each other!"

Old lady Zeng shook his hand with a smile and said without mind.

"Sir, I heard from my eldest son that you used the spell at the end, I think you got the true inheritance of the Southern Sect, I don't know which one the Lingshi is?"

Martial arts are divided into north and south, and the southern fist and the northern leg are often talked about. In fact, there is also a difference between the north and the south. It is said that since the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty, there have been two factions in the feng shui industry, most of the northern feng shui masters are self-taught (book knowledge) or inherit family traditions, and their operation methods are mostly to sit in the hall and wait for guests, specially selected for people to choose the day, burial, and select the mountain direction, people are called "Mr. Geography". The southern feng shui master is mostly taught by the famous teachers of the rivers and lakes, traveling all over the world, holding a compass in his left hand when he acts, shaking a whip in his right hand, followed by a scholar, carrying a bookbox, traveling the world, specially designed for the government, yamen, Taoism, temples to check feng shui, because they are knowledgeable, and have to pass on the skills, everywhere they go is highly respected, people call it "feng shui magician", also called "Mr. South". It is said that the southern feng shui masters began to have in the Ming Dynasty, because of the high requirements for accepting disciples, coupled with strict door rules, so this Taoist is rare.

"Old lady, although I was born in Xiangjiang, most of the feng shui techniques are self-taught. As for the spell technique, it's all because I came from the martial arts lineage!"

Wang Zhong did not hide it, and said with a wry smile.

"Master Wang's level is not from the Southern School!"

Old lady Zeng said with some surprise.

"It's really a generation of talents!"

"Old lady, you have won the prize, every qiē is a coincidence!"

Wang Zhong said humbly.

"Wudang Dao Vein, True Martial Dao Field, Wang Zhong! You are the Xuanwu Dao Master of Wulong Lake?"

The fourth child, Zeng Xiangbei, was the youngest, and he was also the most concerned about the information outside, and asked with some surprise.

"Fourth, presumptuous! Mr.'s name is what you can call, go back to the house and kneel!"

The old lady crutches on the ground and said with some displeasure.

"Old lady, don't be angry, Mr. Zeng talks about age, but he is my elder. And what Mr. Zeng said is right, I am indeed in charge of the True Martial Arts Dojo in Wulong Lake!"

Wang Zhong saw that Zeng Xiangbei was about to be punished for kneeling, and hurriedly persuaded him.

"It has been nearly 100 years since I came to Australia in the late Qing Dynasty. His great-grandfather, Shichang, was a leader of Chinese workers, died of illness in Australia, and returned home on an ocean-going ship with 100 and 8 coffins, but the ship sank in a storm, and the bones of his ancestors sank to the bottom of the sea forever. This is an eternal pain in the hearts of our children and grandchildren! I hope that my husband can go beyond my grandfather and one hundred and eight Chinese laborers!"

The old lady heard that Wang Zhong was a Taoist master, the abbot of the dojo, looked at the god in the ancestral hall, and couldn't help but plead.

In the middle of the 19th century, with the start of the Australian "gold rush", many Chinese from Guangdong and Fujian came to Australia, and 38,000 Chinese came to Australia in 1861, accounting for 3.3% of the total Australian population at that time. Later, due to the subsidence of the "Gold Rush" and the colonial government's "White Australia" policy, which restricted immigration of people of color, the Chinese population gradually shrank. By 1947, only 10,000 remained.

"Lingzu came to Australia during the Gold Rush?"

Wang Zhong asked in some surprise.

"Alas, where is the gold panning, the ancestors were deceived Chinese laborers, shipping companies and merchants, and brokers spread rumors that they exaggerated the bright future of gold everywhere in the New Gold Mountain, in order to lure China's poor peasants to go to Australia as cheap laborers to mine gold for them.

When the Chinese workers boarded the ship of the recruiters, it was as if they had fallen into a "floating hell". The sailors on board were heavily armed and vicious. They beat them at will, and even shot Chinese workers. Sometimes the whole ship was locked in a cabin and forbidden to move freely. At that time, most of the shipowners violated the regulations governing international shipping, overloaded and deducted food and water for passengers. They also crammed the overloaded passengers into the cabin as much as possible. The ventilation on the ships was poor, and the Chinese laborers were dyed of sickness and starvation, some were beaten to death or thrown into the sea, and some were abandoned on desert islands. Some Chinese workers committed suicide in grief and anger because they could not bear the torture.

Chinese laborers who came from all over the world worked hard as soon as they settled in the gold mines. Wearing large round hats with pointed peaks on their heads, and carrying on their shoulders simple walks, hoes, shovels, and dustpans for gold mining, they marched in groups over the mountains and mountains, and walked on the rugged and desolate mountain roads in search of gold mines. Once the heterochromatic soil was found and the mineral deposits were confirmed, they settled down and built simple huts (mostly with gravel walls and tree bark roofs or bamboo and wood frames, with bark as walls and roofs). The room was so low that people couldn't stand upright in it. The Chinese workers had to lie on the ground or weave tree strips into beds to shelter themselves from the frost, rain and snow.

In addition to suffering from well collapse accidents and some people being buried at the bottom of the well, Chinese workers had to resist the incursion of wind, frost, rain and snow and the attacks of poisonous snakes and beasts, and also had to deal with the provocations and attacks of rough whites and savage natives. while

At that time, there were many indigenous people in the deep mountains, and Chinese workers were often killed, which was unbearable. ”

The old lady Zeng told the story of the past in a low voice, which is not only a sad song for Chinese workers in Australia, but also a sad song for the Chinese nation.

"What is the centipede buried in the cave?"

Wang Zhong was silent for a while, and asked in a somewhat heavy tone.

"It's just a clothed mound, and the bones of great-ancestor Shichang are still at the bottom of the sea!"

The old lady said with some heartache. (The novel "Back to the Past as a Warlock" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!)

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