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The courtyard of the flower temple is relatively small, and it seems that the few Bodhi books in the courtyard are extremely large, although it is late autumn, but they are still so deep and verdant.

In the distance, the quaint hall reflected in the green trees, the apricot-yellow walled courtyard, the blue-gray temple ridge, and the pale green towering trees are all bathed in the morning glow of nameless flowers.

Zhangjia Hualong Temple is a sacred place for believers, and Zhang Tong is a well-known feng shui master who has been entrusted with determining feng shui. Usually feng shui masters also combine skills such as divination, physiognomy, and day selection, while some Taoist priests, temple blessings, and Chinese medicine practitioners may also occasionally make a living from feng shui. In the Chinese folk, Feng Shui is mostly called Feng Shui, and the person who operates this profession and has a higher prestige is called Feng Shui Array Master, because Mr. Feng Shui wants to use the theory of Yin and Yang to explain, and people think that they are people who deal with the Yin and Yang world, so it is also called this kind of person Mr. Yin and Yang, and now refers to people who are dedicated to seeing the topography of residential bases and cemeteries. At this time the smoke of cigarettes filled the room, and a constant stream of worshippers rushed here, and they folded their hands together and raised their foreheads and heads to the ground, and so on every day, that the stone slabs were sunken in many places. This quaint temple is the foundation of the ancestors of the Zhang family, the ancestral hall of Zhangmen incense. In the haze of the early morning fog, like a silhouette floating on the clouds, it looks very solemn.

Walking into the temple and crossing the threshold, there is an unknown statue in front of it, which does not look very good. There were several Zhang family servants cleaning the side hall next to them. There are also many unknown calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and you can see some years at a glance. The wooden piles of these buildings have been eroded over time, and some of the outer skin has fallen off and looks a little dilapidated.

The Zhang family can be called the first family in this area, and there are five doors in Chinese feng shui, and the Zhang family ranks second. Zhang Tong has been in the Chinese feng shui world in the past 30 or 40 years, known as the 'Donghua Divine Calculation'. His next son is named Zhang Shuo, a thin and delicate young man, who speaks elegantly and behaves gently, and his big eyes reveal a shrewdness. Zhang Shuo's playmates all knew that this bookish young man Sven's appearance was all an illusion, and he was in trouble everywhere, not to mention that he was ruthless, and he was afraid that ten cows would not be able to stop him, and he did not inherit the Zhang family's immortal wind bones at all. However, it is not the case, there is no point, that is, the feng shui classics handed down from the ancestors of the Zhang family can be true. It's strange to say, this guy is both good and evil, erratic and does things according to his preferences, and it was not a problem to kill the rich and help the poor in that era. According to local rumors, Zhang Shuo's killing of the rich is indeed killing the rich, because he can't get anything by killing the poor. He did help the poor, and that was also to see whose house he went out to stay at, and whose house was throwing a few oceans when he couldn't open the pot, which was regarded as accommodation and food expenses. In his eyes, he has no fame or fortune, and he does not have the noble spirit of Zhang Tong.

During Zhang Shuo's travels, there are many people who have offended. When the so-called tree big wind received a secret letter from Zhang Tong, he rushed home with a rush of 100,000 yuan, but it was too late, the ancestral temple of the Zhang family was demolished, and the foundation was destroyed, leaving only a note, the Li family in the north. Zhang Tong was even more angry, he couldn't afford to be sick, and passed away for a long time. The family is declining day by day and is being squeezed out by peers, and he has a great understanding of raising his son Zhang Yanfeng with the family business, but his peers take advantage of the weakness to come to the door to divide the fields. Zhang Shuo looked at the uncle in front of him who had drunk with his father and was disheartened. Before he could enter the door, Zhang Shuo's scrawny figure rushed out with a flat pole carrying water.

"Nephew Zhang Xian, I have something to say. A middle-aged man who seemed to be taking the lead shouted.

"Don't think I don't know what you're here for, my Zhang family is not extinct!" Zhang Shuo shouted with angry eyes.

How can the bare-handed group know how powerful Zhang Shuo is outside, it is rumored that this guy is a veritable loser, not to mention the angry father, but also to make the Zhang family such a field. They didn't know that this time they had encountered hard stubble.

"Uncle, what are you talking about!" the young man behind him waved his hand behind him very arrogantly. "Brothers, hit!" he untied the leather stick from his waist and pulled it over.

I saw that Zhang Shuo was not in a hurry, and he did not hide when the leather stick was pulled down, but went up to the leather stick, and at the same time waved the flat shoulder in his hand. 'Smack!' The leather stick was firmly pumped on Zhang Shuo's brain, and blood immediately flowed everywhere. At the same time, Zhang Shuo's flat shoulder also smashed on the young man's head, and the young man fell to the ground in response and never stood up again. Zhang Shuo, whose face was covered with blood, roared and continued to wave the flat pole, beating this group of young people who had no time to untie the sticks in the Zhang family's compound like a tiger descending from the mountain. The stick on the head is also the only one left by Zhang Shuo, which means that the Zhang family has nothing to do with you from now on, and the grace is severed.

"Get out!" Zhang Shuo roared as he stood his shoulder upright.

"You wait!" the middle-aged man in the lead trembled and was helped up.

Dozens of minutes later, dozens of people rushed into the Zhang family's compound in the dust, each holding a guy in their hands. And Zhang Shuo sat in front of the steps of the ancestral hall, smoking tobacco and waiting for them. The blood on his forehead was not cleaned up, and in his hand, he held a sharp woodcutter. Behind him, standing was the teenage Zhang Yanfeng, who also had a woodcutter in his hand, but he was much more neatly dressed than Zhang Shuo. When dozens of people saw this scene, they were stunned at first, but they didn't expect that the Zhang family's father and son were already waiting for them here.

"Cubs, how did you get here, how do you get back. Zhang Shuo spat out thick phlegm and said flatly.

"Today, I don't believe that you can defend this acre and three points of land!" As he spoke, he untied the kitchen knife glowing with white light from his waist, and the people behind him raised their hands one after another, wooden sticks, and stool legs.

"You try!" Zhang Shuo got up and walked to a distance of less than a meter from the group. "Xiaofeng, his kitchen knife is good, brighter than our pig-killing knife, grab it for me!" Zhang Shuo said lightly to his son.

Then I only heard the sound of 'ah', Zhang Yanfeng picked up the woodcutter in his hand, and slashed at the right arm of the middleman, and the bright kitchen knife fell to the ground instantly, and Zhang Yanfeng picked it up. Everyone was stunned, and half a minute passed, only the screams of the middle-aged people in the courtyard were heard, and no one dared to move.

"Son, you have to remember, if someone dares to snoop on the important things around you, no matter who it is!" After that, Zhang Shuo rushed into the crowd with a woodcutter in his hand, how many people had seen this kind of formation, each of them was soft, desperately yearning to retreat, and the gate of Zhang's house had long been impassable, and those in front couldn't run away if they wanted to. The father and son cried wolf howls at the rabble like chopping vegetables. No one dared to fight and resist, and they were all overwhelmed by Zhang Shuo's momentum and murderous aura. A few minutes later, the Zhang family's compound was full of stool legs and wooden sticks. people, only the unscathed Zhang family father and son remained. At the beginning of the morning sun, a ray of sunlight was reflected in the compound, warm. In that absurd era, according to incomplete statistics after the fact, at least more than 30 people were injured in this battle to varying degrees, although they were not fatal. Since then, no one has snooped on the Zhang family's property.

After three searches, Zhang Shuo fell into endless self-blame and grief, and kept squatting in the Zhang family ancestral hall facing Zhang Tong's spiritual position. The rebellion was mixed and finally committed suicide by hanging the beam, and on the night of his death, Xiao Zhang Yanfeng took all of this in his eyes, and there was only a voice of gnashing teeth in his heart. "The Li family in the north!" Since then, Xiao Zhang Yanfeng has given up the dilapidated Zhang family's foundation and mixed up in the world, and there is no Zhang family in the world, and there is no Hualong Temple.

"Grandpa, father.." The memories made the corners of the unconscious Zhang Yangfeng's eyes moisten a little, and he gently opened his heavy eyelids and murmured. The room was a little unfamiliar, and the empty pupils made him subconsciously turn his head sideways and look out the window. But a figure blocked his vision, the figure was lying quietly at the head of the bed and was taking a nap, Zhang Yanfeng cracked the corners of his dry mouth and pursed it.

Liang Qiuyan, it's better to say that his name is Sun Zheng.