Meng Meng looked around the room, in addition to the earthen wall, the room was very simple, a bed, a table and a stool, there was also a blue and white sea bowl on the table, which was filled with water, Mu Mu saw this, and directly picked up the blue and white sea bowl and took a sip of water, and finally quenched his thirst.

"Ah, I finally took a sip of water, I was dying of thirst just now."

Mu Mu wiped his mouth and said loudly.

"Mu Mu, I'm afraid it's not good to touch other people's things casually like this."

"What's there, we're just coming in for a while, they won't blame me, besides, it's getting dark, when the master comes back, let's just say it, it's all from the same village, it should be fine."

"Papa~"

At this moment, Mu Mu slipped his hand and smashed the bowl, and at that moment, the door opened, and I saw a woman dressed in a big flower dress returning, she looked at the broken bowl on the ground, and the two of us, and said, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm sorry sister-in-law, we just met a ghost in the mountain grave, and then ran to you, I wanted to knock on the door, but the door was not closed...... And also...... We also broke your bowls...... Sorry ......"

When the woman heard this, a smile piled up on her face, but that smile gave me goosebumps, and she waved her hand again and again, "Isn't it just a bowl, it's okay." ”

Murakita Mountain Stream――

Uncle Ming took some young adults to the north of the village to check, and this mountain stream happened to be behind the village, which was also the shady side, but the mountain stream flowed down from the mountain west of the village and flowed to the foot of the north mountain of the village.

Uncle Ming walked to the mountain stream, and heard the sound of the stream gurgling, and the mountain stream does not dry up all year round, the stream flashes with fine scales under the sun's illumination, like silk, the water runs through the rocks, the rattle strikes the rock, the sound is loud, the sound is mellow, and the smell is refreshing.

Hearing the sound of the stream, it was refreshing, but before everyone entered the stream, they covered their noses one by one, and when they saw the stream, everyone began to be dumbfounded, and said one by one: "The stream is good, how did it become like this." ”

"yes, that's weird."

"Uncle Ming, you can see what's going on."

Uncle Ming squatted down, only to see that the water of the mountain stream had indeed become yellow, or dirty yellow, and there was a foul smell in the stream, Uncle Ming saw this, squatted down, dipped the stream water with his hands, tasted it with his tongue, frowned, stood up, and said, "How can this be, there is no reason." ”

Uncle Ming is really puzzled, the feng shui of this village was still designed by his master, who was nicknamed the old monster of the mountains and forests, because he liked to live alone for many years and loved to sleep in the coffin, so he got this name.

Moreover, the master said that the feng shui of Huangquan Village can not be broken for at least a hundred years, unless someone destroys the feng shui of the entire village, the mountain stream will turn yellow, and Huangquan Village will suffer a catastrophe.

Uncle Ming beat a drum in his heart, unwilling to believe the facts, took out the compass again, spread it on the palm of his hand, and began to walk left and right, only to see that the Rogan inside kept turning, and then turned 360 degrees in the opposite direction, when Uncle Ming saw this, he was horrified and said: "Oh no, the feng shui has been broken!" ”

"Uncle Ming, what should I do now?"

"You guys go up the mountain stream, block the stream, and don't let the mountain stream flow down."

"Okay."

"A few of you told the villagers not to drink mountain stream water."

"Okay, Uncle Ming, let's go."

When the villagers left, Uncle Ming planned to go to the tomb in the west of the village tomorrow to find the old monster of Shigong's mountain forest, because only Shigong knew best about what happened back then.

After Uncle Ming finished speaking, he looked at the sky, and it was already half past seven in the evening, and at this time, Uncle Ming's phone rang.

"Ah Ming, did Mengmeng go to Shanxi with you, why haven't you come back now?" Grandma's faint voice rang on the phone.

"No, that girl wasn't with me."

"Amin, don't get used to her, she's spoiled by you."

"I said Lan Xin, this girl is really not with me, now I am under the mountain stream in the north of the village, and I am returning to the village, what happened to the girl."

"Mengmeng, she hasn't come back yet, I called Mumu's house, but she didn't come back, and even the little tiger they brought didn't come back."

"Lan Xin, don't worry, I'll go find the girl now."

When my grandmother heard Uncle Ming say this, she let go of her distractions, but asked again: "Ah Ming, you went to Shanxi today and saw how it happened." ”

After Uncle Ming pondered for a while, he raised his head, spit out a breath of turbid air into the night, and said, "Lan Xin, most of the feng shui bureaus that my master set up in the village back then are broken, and I plan to go to ...... tomorrow."

Before Uncle Ming finished speaking, grandma hung up the phone, grandma stood up from the bed, her face was glowing in the dim light, she looked at the night outside the window, and said, "Oh no! ”

Grandma hurriedly went out of the house, and then checked back and forth, lest anyone follow, looking mysterious.

"Hang up so soon."

Uncle Ming put the phone on and shouted aimlessly as he walked: "Meng Meng...... You're there......"

But after shouting for a long time, no one answered, and at this time, Uncle Ming looked up, but saw a few ghost fires fluttering in the mountain tomb in the west of the village, and the ghost fire happened to be halfway up the mountainside.

More than twenty years ago, there was a poisoning incident in the village.

At that time, because the child was greedy for fun, put pesticides into the dish, and poisoned a family of nine, but fortunately, the youngest son was working outside, which saved him from a difficulty, and after the youngest son came back, he cried to death, so he found Uncle Ming, to find a good cemetery for their family, and also took out tens of thousands of yuan, and asked Uncle Ming to help.

And the money that the youngest son took out was all scraped together, and at that time, Uncle Ming looked at the face of the youngest son, and only said one sentence: "This thing is difficult, blessed people live in blessed land, if you are blessed, your ancestors lived in a place with poor feng shui, and feng shui will also improve." ”

It's a pity that the youngest son didn't listen to it at that time, and insisted on begging Uncle Ming to find a good cemetery.

At that time, Uncle Ming really couldn't resist him, and he saw that he was pitiful, and for the sake of money, he did a lack of morality.

Uncle Ming ordered a hole in the mountain grave in the west of the village at that time, and said: "This is the Jiuyin Wealth Gathering Cave, which will absorb all the good luck within a radius of ten miles into your cave, but the only point is that after the burial, all the grass and trees around the tomb, including an ant on the ground, cannot be moved, and every time you go to the grave, you must not grave on the grave, you can only write the name of your family at the foot of the mountain, and burn them directly." ”――

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