At the dinner table, Feng Xing proposed that after the meal, he would go to the ancestral tomb to perform immortal magic to rebuild feng shui, and said to the village chief, and the people in the village could go to see it if they wanted. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info But there is one thing, he wants to live a dull life here in the future, and he doesn't want his identity as an immortal national teacher to be known. If any village came to ask him to make a way in the rain, he would have to move and never come back.

This coincided with the village chief's thoughts, and the village chief smiled humbly and respectfully, saying that he would definitely protect the national teacher and never reveal his news.

Gu Lao and Sanliang also said that they would not tell others.

Chen Dahe pulled two pieces of meat, and was kicked out by the village chief and notified from door to door.

Therefore, when the family finished eating and cleaned up, and arrived at the cemetery on the other side of the mountain, no one in the village was left, even the old widower who was paralyzed on the bed and had only one breath left, and was carried by the neighbor's eldest son. They all stared at Fengxing with wide eyes, as if he had three heads and six arms.

Fengxing is a "fairy", and he is not a god, so he saved the link of inviting the god to possess him, burn incense, chant mantras, and dance the gods, let everyone retreat, and secretly gave Hua Yun a look.

The wind rises, and the clouds rise.

The people of the village can stuff two eggs with their heads tilted back and their mouths wide open. I could only hear the whining of the wind circling around, but no one felt like they were being blown by. Hua Changnian's mother's grave was half in the air, and suddenly a layer of white fog appeared? The fog grew thicker and thicker, accumulating into a small cloud that happened to cover the vacant place of the crowd.

The black dog blood that originally covered the tombstone and the stone slab in front of the tombstone had already been washed away by Hua Changnian and others, and he even knelt down and wiped the stones on the entire tomb with a clean cotton cloth. Against the backdrop of the surrounding green pines and cypresses and the dark rocks of withered yellow mountain grass, the cemetery looks exceptionally clean and tidy.

The clouds gradually turned gray, and Feng Xing felt that it was almost enough, and rubbed his fingers hidden in his wide sleeves.

Hisss -

"It's raining, it's raining, it's really raining."

The fine rain gently hit the stone slab, and the sound was pleasant.

The people in the village were eager to jump in and catch the "Ganlin" descended by the "gods", but they were afraid that the wind would be angry, and they scratched their ears and cheeks in a hurry.

Clear raindrops fell on the tombstones, and soon gathered into a thin stream and flowed out to the surrounding area.

Many people bent down and bowed with their hands to drink.

"Fairy Water Miles—"

"Sweet—"

"Raining from the sky—"

Feng Xing looked at Hua Yun, implying pride.

Hua Yun was helpless to vain him, what did he want to do?

Feng Xing smiled slightly, and the next moment-

"Oh, mother, this is a flower?"

"Flowers, really flowers, flowers made of rain."

"I continued, I took a peony flower."

"This, this, this, this-begonia?"

"I still have peach blossoms here."

In an instant, the clouds were no longer rain, but flowers made of water. Feng Xing controls all kinds of dense water splashes to the crowd. Watch them scramble, hold them in their arms, and stuff them in their mouths.

Uh, pure water, can't eat bad people.

All of them were crazy or grateful or horrified or incredulous, but their faces revealed the same belief in the surrender to the prevalence.

Feng Xing was satisfied, and the voice seemed to come from the clouds in mid-air, and it clearly reached everyone's ears: "The master of this place has accumulated virtue and done good deeds for many years, although he has been harmed by traitors, but his family is kind-hearted and can't bear to implicate innocent people. ”

The people in the village knelt on the ground one after another, revealing their hearts, saying that they must obey the teachings of the gods.

In addition, he naturally couldn't stop praising Hua Changnian's mother, Da Li. The future of future generations was almost ruined, and people were not angry, but they still remembered the people in the village, and let the people in the village follow the immortals. Big Li, good man, which can be compared to the little Li with a bad heart? The old man is blind and blind.

Hua Changnian listened to everyone's remarks, and cried with sentimentality holding the tombstone, and after crying, his spirit rose significantly, and he was much closer to Fengxing.

The village chief stared at everyone sternly, ordering no one to tell anything about today's events, let alone reveal anything about the immortal national teacher to outsiders.

Naturally, the people in the village responded one after another.

This is not the end, the village chief stares at the few women in the village who chew their tongues.

One of them, who had mean triangular eyes, rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction: "What do you mean by the village chief, I'm the one who can't tell the difference?" ”

The village smiled a little hideously: "That's what I mean." ”

The woman was not convinced, and it remains to be said.

The village said: "I don't care who the family is, but if I let me know which one is standing here today, I don't say, the family gets out of the village and doesn't want to come back." What's the matter, do you have any opinions? ”

The elders of each family also stood up and expressed their opinions, saying that whoever dared to disobey the words of the village chief would not be tolerated in their clan.

This is a fairy, a real immortal who knows how to do immortals. With such a god in charge, their village has been a treasure of feng shui for five hundred years. There is a fairy spirit, and you are still worried that your family is not prosperous and your children and grandchildren are not prosperous? Soaring is just around the corner.

As soon as people get older, they have no other selfish intentions except to make their families live well. In this era, the older people have the prestige to have the final say, and in an instant, the village has the right to speak and immediately reaches a confidential united front.

Everyone responded, and a few people had bad faces, and they really wanted to use this matter to show off at their relatives' houses. In the future, if there is a request to come to the door, they can still ask for benefits.

The village chief was sharp-eyed, and he picked out these people at once, named them one by one, and warned their families that they couldn't control the mouths of the old ladies, and the whole family would get out.

Frightened, a few frightened men scolded the mother-in-law for the first time, and when they saw the mother-in-law wilting and had to be convinced, they felt the majesty of the head of the family for the first time. That's cool.

Feng Xing and Hua Changnian's family were escorted back by the villagers.

Hua Changguang's family also returned to the yard, and as soon as they entered the house, Hua Changguang's face turned gray.

"Isn't it really done by the two of them? It's terrible. ”

Zhang's also panicked, sitting on the kang and crying: "Ge's slut, you can kill me and the wind." Are people immortals, or are they protected by the Son of Heaven, they want their lives, they want their lives, they want their lives. ”

Seeing that Zhang's was so anxious to pat the kang, Hua Xiang'er couldn't help but say: "Mother, don't worry, Cousin Huayun said that our family doesn't know and won't come to us." ”

Zhang glared: "What about your eldest brother?" You dead girl, don't you feel sorry for your eldest brother? ”

Hua Xiang'er's eyes were red, and she lowered her head and did not speak.

Hua Shun'an looked at Zhang in a daze, and suddenly asked, "Big brother feels sorry for us?" ”

Zhang choked, she could scold Hua Xiang'er, but in the face of the eight-year-old Hua Shun'an's dissatisfied and puzzled eyes, she didn't know what to say.

Hua Shunshui snorted coldly: "Does my mother think that we are not implicated or is it wrong?" ”

"I, I-" Zhang couldn't tell the difference, and cried out, begging Hua Changguang: "Let's give a letter to Shunfeng, it's all Ge's-"

Hua Changguang said fiercely: "Shut up, when the village chief and the patriarch said just now?" Do you want our family to be kicked out of the village? (To be continued.) )