In August, there has not been a drop of rain in Lingcheng for more than three weeks, and the high temperature has been maintained above 37 degrees. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

As hot as the weather was a few posts on local forums in Lingcheng.

"One month after the Lingdong Tunnel was opened to traffic, there were 27 car accidents and 19 deaths";

"In the Rose Garden villa area, eighty percent of the bosses are bankrupt, and no one cares about the villa consideration";

"The whole village was demolished, the feng shui village became a cancer village, and thirty percent of young adults suffered from cancer within half a year."

At noon, the asphalt roads of the Old Town smell of oil, and there are hardly any pedestrians. Everything was blurred by the rising heat, except for the red word "demolition" circled on the wall of each house.

"Yifan, how long has it been since your old house was occupied?" Zhao Dapeng followed Zeng Yifan and entered the low wooden house, facing choking dust.

"It's been at least twenty years, and I haven't lived here anyway." Zeng Yifan also covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and waved his other hand in front of him, trying to fan off some of the dust raised.

"In the past two days, there seems to have been no car accident in the Lingdong Tunnel, and I heard that a few days before the construction of the rising sun, I found a feng shui master and buried a crystal at the mouth of the tunnel, which is really a feng shui problem." Zhao Dapeng said to himself.

"Maybe the owners of the rose garden should also go and bury a few crystals, so that they don't go bankrupt." Zeng Yifan disagreed.

In the low wooden house, in addition to some dilapidated furniture, there are only all kinds of old books, most of which are bound by threads, and even a few rolls of bamboo slips, which look very old.

"Help me pack these books." This is his father's request, Zeng Yifan felt that since Zhao Dapeng had followed, this labor force did not need to be used in vain, and he commanded calmly.

"I'm not here to be a free labor force for you, I'm here to Taobao to see if your grandfather has left any martial arts cheats, and if you find it, it's mine." Zhao Dapeng was choked by dust before, and he was also happy to see so many old books now.

"Okay, then you can find out if there is any Jiuyang magic or something. However, my grandfather is a feng shui master, and if there is, he only has feng shui secrets or something. Zeng Yifan didn't talk nonsense. On such a hot day, although the house is warm in winter and cool in summer due to its good orientation, it is not ventilated all year round, and I still feel stuffy and panicked for a while. So, I still hurried to finish it and left.

"Hey, Yifan, come over and help, there's a big box of gold here." Zhao Dapeng suddenly shouted excitedly.

Gold? What gold? How can there be gold in this old house, which has been empty for decades.

"I can't open it, I have to find a crowbar, such a small box can't be moved at all, it can only be gold inside, and I'm going to get rich now!" Zhao Dapeng was already sweating at the moment, but his face was excited, as if he was really an ancient treasure in front of him.

"You think too much, I guess it's all books." Although Zeng Yifan was speechless, he still walked over.

In the corner of the wall, there was indeed a pitch-black iron box, but it was only one foot square, without a lock, and it was already rusty.

Zeng Yifan raised his hand, and with a "click", the box was easily opened.

"You ......" Zhao Dapeng stared at Zeng Yifan with wide eyes. He couldn't open this unlocked box with all the strength he had just now, how could this kid do it with a single lift? I've only heard of ghost pressing the bed and ghost hitting the wall, but I've never heard of the ghost pressing box.

"I'll just say it's just a book, and there's only one book. What is heavy and can't be opened, you can go and get the Oscar statuette, this acting is very good. Zeng Yifan looked up to the sky and rolled his eyes.

"This is absolutely not right! I can swear to your grandfather that I really couldn't open it just now, and I couldn't move it. Either this box is strange, maybe it is cast in ancient bronze, and it is extremely heavy. Zhao Dapeng said, and really raised three fingers to make an oath.

"It's just an ordinary iron box, some kind of ancient bronze." Zeng Yifan said, kicked the box with his foot, and sure enough, there was a slight vibration, proving that the box was not very thick: "About just now, the rust was stuck, you tossed it so hard, just let me take it easy." ”

Zeng Yifan looked at Zhao Dapeng with a serious swear on his face, and felt that it was better to give him some comfort.

"What's in there? A book of waste paper? Although Zhao Dapeng was still holding his fingers, his eyes were fixed on the box, and there was indeed a book inside, which was also a line-bound book, which was already old and yellow, but the cover was blank.

As soon as Zhao Dapeng said this, Zeng Yifan also looked down, it was really an old book with a blank cover.

"Perhaps, this is the legendary wordless heavenly book, let's see if there is any mystery in it." Zeng Yifan catered to Zhao Dapeng's nervousness, and reached out to take the book out of the box. If you've been with someone who is teasing for a long time, sooner or later you will become a teaser.

The moment he touched the book, Zeng Yifan suddenly felt a tremor all over his body, as if a faint electric current passed through his body. When I took the book in front of me, I was surprised to find that the words "House Luck Record" were displayed on the cover.

Zeng Yifan, who looked surprised, twisted his stiff neck and looked back at Zhao Dapeng.

"Look at what I'm doing, there's nothing on the cover, maybe there's something inside, open it." Zhao Dapeng urged.

Obviously, in Zhao Dapeng's eyes, there is still not a word on the cover of this book.

This...... Zeng Yifan suddenly felt that the hairs of the whole person stood up. Grandpa, are you still reincarnated in the spirit of heaven? I'm your great-grandson, four generations of single heirlooms, just this one, don't scare me!

Turning over the slightly stiff paper, a lot of information appeared in front of him in an instant, oh no, it should have poured into Zeng Yifan's mind through his eyes.

"Opening remarks: The dwelling place of man should be dominated by the earth, mountains and rivers. Its origin is the most powerful, and it is the most important relationship between people and fortunes. If the general form is not good, the total internal form will be obtained, and it will not be completely auspicious. Therefore, the appearance of the house is the first. ”

"Yifan, Yifan!" Zhao Dapeng pushed Zeng Yifan, who was stunned. This kid, I really think this is a wordless book in the sky and is studying it carefully, and his grandfather is really funny, this is playing with future generations.

Zeng Yifan was called and pushed by Zhao Dapeng, came back to his senses from the flood of information, and immediately closed the "House Luck Record".

When the book was closed, the original flow of information suddenly stopped. But even if it was only a few seconds just now, Zeng Yifan felt that he had been forced to load a lot of things in his head.

Although I don't know exactly what the meaning is, it is certain that this book is about feng shui, which should have been left by grandpa, but I don't know why after two generations, this thing will be received by himself. I've never heard my dad talk about it before.

Grandpa, do you always think I'm very talented? However, classical Chinese is so difficult to understand, is there no vernacular translation? I really think that the ancestor played a big joke on him, he never thought that he was suitable to be taught these feng shui secret techniques, he just wanted to be a good architectural designer.

Zeng Yifan looked up to the sky again and rolled his eyes. If the ancestors of the Zeng family have a spirit in the sky, they should scold this unworthy descendant, this is completely an essay, whether the essay is good or not, I am worried that it will be too refined and the future generations will not understand.

"There's really a baby, look!" Zhao Dapeng was originally disappointed that he only found a pile of yellowed old paper, but when he took a closer look, there was still one thing in the box.

This time, Zhao Dapeng only shouted and couldn't move. People's territory, people's treasures, people's ancestors are watching in the sky, who knows if there will be ghosts electrocuted or the like in addition to the ghost pressure box, in case you touch other people's treasures, you will get faint directly?

Reading this information from Zhao Dapeng's eyes, Zeng Yifan bent down and took out the "treasure" from the box.

It is a reddish-brown wooden disc-shaped item, the size of an open hand. The disc has a metal hand, and the dial is depicted with various degrees and is filled with rare characters. Anyway, after a glance, Zeng Yifan only knew that these were Chinese characters, but he could hardly read any of them.

"It's supposed to be a compass." According to the wordless book "House Luck Record", Zeng Yifan quickly deduced that this is a necessary crime tool for every feng shui master.

"Look at this wood mellow, bright color, delicate lubrication, touch it has a feeling of satin skin-friendly......" Zhao Dapeng first touched it, and found that there was no ghost electric shock, so he directly took it and put it in his hand to play: "Could this be a high-grade Huanghuali?" ”