Chen Yang stood on the side, silent, as if thinking about something, he always felt that this scene was familiar and familiar, but when he thought about it deeply, he was at a loss.

What the hell is it, it's almost a little bit, but it's like a big river, and I can't remember it.

The expressions of the people present were different, the foreman was obviously very calm, and he couldn't see the slightest change, how to say that he was once the leader of the county, and he had survived the wind and waves all the way, and his psychology, plainness, courage, and courage were not comparable to ordinary people.

The other working masters are not good, growing up in a small rural village, the knowledge is shallow, for strange forces and other things, in awe, encountered this kind of big scene, one by one like frightened chicks, holding their heads and running around.

At this moment, Chen Yang suddenly had a flash of inspiration, his right hand snapped his fingers, and his forehead, which was twisted into a ball of black lines, stretched out, and he thought of it, this is ......

"Bang-" Like the lid of a kettle opened by boiling water vapor, a sky-high stream of water gushed out, spraying upward, and water droplets splashed everywhere, wetting the clothes of the few people present.

The villains in the cartoon will be blown away by the fountains gushing out of the ground at critical times, which is Chen Yang's favorite plot when he was a child.

Unexpectedly, under his own small pond, he actually dug a fountain, which is really interesting.

The huge sound spread all over the ten directions, the Chinese people love to see the lively nature, firmly rooted in the deepest part, and after a while, a large group of people gathered, as if rushing to the market, the flow of people came like a tide, all thinking about seeing new things.

"Why is there still water spewing out of the ground, shouldn't I have dug up the dragon vein?" Uncle Lin at the east end of the village happily carried his old cigarette bag and pot, swallowing clouds and fog in his mouth, full of energy.

"Look, Dad, it's the same fountain in the Plaza del Sol, I just went there last Sunday." An eleven or twelve-year-old boy tugged at the sleeve of his adult and whispered.

"This old Chen family, there are so many strange things, the golden Wang Ba, the flowering old peach tree, and the fountain can be dug under this pond." Standing at the forefront, there is a wealthy man about 40 years old, this is Zhang Dafu, deputy director of the village committee, who is in charge of chores in the village.

"That's it, that's it, my family lives not far away, and sometimes I always hear the cry of a tiger, and you say it's not strange." Standing at the end, a middle-aged woman, dressed in a blue cloth shirt, whispered to the villagers next to her.

"This is called dragon spraying water, maybe the old Chen family will send it." Zhao Xilai, who lives in the west of the village, is a famous feng shui gentleman in ten miles and eight townships, and whoever wants to build a new house, or the old man goes to the yin house, must prepare some light gifts and ask for advice.

At this moment, the surging fountain broke away the deepest corner of the silt at the bottom of the pool, revealing the black-green stone bottom, and suddenly the foreman's expression changed greatly, and his chest rose and fell, as if he had discovered something.

He took a big stride and walked straight down, ignoring the black muddy water staining his trouser legs, leaned down, slowly stroked the black-green rock at the bottom of the pond with both hands, and muttered to himself: "This is Qinglong Rock, it shouldn't really be that pattern?"

He stood up, returned the way he came, took out his mobile phone from his pocket with his right hand, dialed a number, and said, "Lao Chen, borrow your pond dredging machine and use it, this time I dug up a big thing."

Chen Yang didn't know why, he was confused in his head, what is called "digging out a big thing", shouldn't it be some code word.

Half an hour later, a red pond dredging machine was entrusted to come, Chen Yang walked in and took a few looks, the strange appearance was similar to the appearance of an assault boat in the wilderness.

The foreman, very urgent, as if there was something important, couldn't wait for a moment, hurriedly commanded several masters, cleaning the mud here, digging sand there, so busy that he couldn't stand, sweating profusely.

Sure enough, a pond dredging machine and two excavators made the efficiency several times faster, and after two or three hours, the whole picture of this small pond was revealed, which made many people's eyes widen.

At the bottom of this small pond, there is a thick layer of black-green rocks, with strange patterns on it, like a small dragon, playing and playing, if you stand on a high place, you can see the whole picture, you can find that the whole small pond is like an inverted sea bowl, at the edge, a wisp of clear spring continues to gush, this scene is really amazing.

"It won't be wrong, this pattern, Qinglong Rock plus Dragon Spray Water, this is the Dragon Pool." The foreman in front of him was excited, his heart was surging, and he almost jumped up, and he couldn't control himself.

Chen Yang is still a second monk, he is confused, isn't he just digging out a fountain, what's the big deal, as for it.

It wasn't until later that Chen Yang heard that this foreman, who had been with his family's second uncle and a fortune teller for a while, had a lot of skills in feng shui, and had a lot of work in his stomach.

Two years ago, when the real estate boom, the foreman personally put on a battle, pushed a nail household, and dug out an ancient mass grave when digging the foundation.

In the past two years, I have begged God to worship the Buddha, whether it is the local Taoist immortals, the Buddha, or the Christian God of the West, all of them have not worked.

"This dragon pool, according to the feng shui book, is wonderful, it is the mansion of the ancient mountain and river gods, to be respected, not desecrated." The foreman was still talking to himself, like madness.

Chen Yang, the main master, was left to the side, and he couldn't say a word, so he could only watch silently.

"Wow! Uncle Yang, dig a big bowl. At this time, Mengmeng, who had just woken up from a hangover, rubbed his sleepy and hazy eyes, and walked over with his body swaying.

With an excited expression, Mengmeng seemed to have found some novel toy, very happy, bouncing and jumping, like a cheerful little rabbit, going directly into the water to play.

This frightened Chen Yang, if something happened to this little girl, how could she explain to her unreliable aunt, quickly stop Mengmeng, and drink this behavior in a stern tone.

Chen Yang counted a lot, from children's safety education, all the way to the water ghosts in the ghost story, describing the horror in it, and scared the little girl so much that her face turned pale before she stopped.

No matter how smart he is, after all, he is a child of a few years old, and if he wants to fight with adults, he can eat white rice for another eighteen years.

"Uncle Yang, squirt fish." Mengmeng's white little finger was in front of him, and the immature child's voice sounded in Chen Yang's ears.

This kid is talking nonsense.