The village chief looked like he could be sixty or seventy years old, and when he knelt down for him, he was afraid of losing his life.

"Later, Daoist Bowen came again and looked at it a few times, but he couldn't find the problem." The village chief sighed, "In desperation, I had no choice but to burn the corpse." ”

Chen Shan said: "The body is burned, as long as it is not buried in that place, it will be fine." ”

The village chief nodded and smiled bitterly: "That's what Chief Bowen said, we also thought it was okay, and the big guys were relieved, but three months ago, another old man in the village passed away and was buried in another place, but the soil was still red after it was dug up." ”

He took out a dry cigarette, lit it and took a puff, the hand holding the lighter was trembling slightly, "You know, the two places are separated by thousands of meters." Later, the villagers dug in other places, and it was all red soil, and some villagers even dug up red soil in their yards. ”

Chen Shan frowned.

This is the first time he has heard of this situation, and he feels that things are not simple.

It has been eroded by evil qi or yin qi, and is called "corpse raising ground", which generally only appears in dark and damp places, and at most only one place, and it is impossible to appear in a large area.

Bang bang bang!

There was a knock on the door, and the village chief went to open the door, and many people poured in.

"Village Chief, I heard that Mr. Feng Shui is here again? Where? Let's see. Someone shouted.

The village chief pointed to Chen Shan, and those people immediately surrounded him, and after looking at Chen Shan, they knelt down in unison.

This time, Chen Shan was dumbfounded.

He had never seen such a battle in eighteen years of life.

Dozens of people knelt down for him, not helping this or that.

"You guys, what are you doing here? Hurry up, hurry up. Chen Shan said urgently.

"Little master, please save our village." Dozens of people spoke in unison.

"You believe me?" Chen Shan was surprised, "I am only eighteen years old. ”

"Since Daoist Bowen asked you to come, then you must have real skills, and maybe you can solve the problems in the village." A villager said: "If it can really be solved, then you are a great benefactor in the village." ”

"yes, we've lived here for hundreds of years, and this is our home." Uncle Dong said: "The ancestors and ancestors are here, and when we leave the village, we are deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors, which is a great unfilial piety, but if there is a way, we are not willing to leave." ”

"Little master, don't look at your young age, but you have great ability." Uncle Dong continued: "We believe that since Daoist Bowen asked you to come over, he must have a reason, and he must save our village no matter what. ”

After speaking, a group of people kowtowed to Chen Shan three times.

Chen Shan nodded and said, "I'll do my best, I'll do my best." ”

The village chief shouted: "The little master has promised to help, everyone get up quickly, and go back to get some food." Sister Wang, the mapo tofu you made is good, Zhang family boy, make a fish-flavored shredded pork......"

Seeing these people stand up and leave, Chen Shan also breathed a sigh of relief.

He could feel the respect these people had for him, and the psychology of seeing themselves as saviors.

But he's only eighteen years old, and although he's seen a lot of big shots, he's never experienced this.

Besides, it is not proper to let these older people kneel for themselves.

"Little master, you sit inside, I'll cook a few good dishes later, and then blanch a pot of good wine, take two sips, and talk while drinking." The village chief smiled, looking happy.

"Just drink and just eat a simple meal." The village chief laughed.

Half an hour later, the village chief took three dishes and put them on the table and took out another bottle of Moutai.

"This bottle of Moutai is the only good wine I have here, and I haven't been willing to drink it for half my life, and today the two of us drank both of him." The village chief said that he was about to open the wine.

Chen Shan snatched the wine.

He has been with the master for eighteen years, and he also has a few bottles of good wine in the master's hand, but they were all secretly drunk by Chen Shan, and the angry master will scold every time he thinks about it.

But every time Chen Shan thought about it, he would smile happily.

So he understood the importance of these wines to the village chief.

Generally, only when a distinguished guest, such as an aunt or a very important person, comes, will bring out such a precious wine.

"This bottle of wine can't be drunk, you still put it away, and you can have a bottle of Erguotou or Niulanshan." Chen Shan Road.

"What are you talking about?" The village chief's eyes widened, and he was also a little majestic, "You do things for the village, you are the great nobleman in the village, since you are a great nobleman, and I am the village chief, I naturally have to take out the best things, otherwise those villagers will know about it, but they will blame me." ”

Seeing that Chen Shan was still a little reluctant, the village chief had a blank face and said solemnly: "If you don't drink my wine, then don't worry about the affairs of the village, as the saying goes, eat people with a short mouth, take people softly, you drink my good wine, in order to do your best for the village." ”

It was also the first time for Chen Shan to hear such a "fallacy and heresy", so he smiled and could only nod.

The village chief took the wine, uncorked the bottle, and carefully poured him a glass of water.

Hop hanging glass, good wine!

A wisp of wine aroma came out and drilled into Chen Shan's nose, he closed his eyes, sniffed intoxicatedly, and gave a thumbs up: "Good wine!" ”

The village chief's eyes lit up and he smiled: "You also know wine?" I can't tell that you are not very old, but you have studied wine. ”

He also poured himself a glass.

The two sat opposite each other.

Chen Shan picked up the wine glass and just wanted to taste it, but there was a sound of talking in the courtyard, and he looked out through the window glass, and the villagers who had left did not know how to come back.

The door opened, and one villager after another walked in, each holding a plate of vegetables, including mapo tofu, fish-flavored shredded pork, and cumin mutton.

There are many others that Chen Shan has never seen, but they smell fragrant.

After these dishes were arranged, Chen Shan roughly counted, a total of eighteen dishes, double nine.

Nine is the extreme, eighteen is an even number, auspicious, enough to see the intentions of these villagers.

"Little master, you're welcome, coming to the village is like being at home, what you want to eat and talk, Uncle Dong has been a cook before, if these are not appetizing, Uncle Dong will cook them for you." Uncle Dong said with a smile.

"Dongzi, what do you mean by that? It's like I don't know how to stir-fry. The village chief gave him a blank look, "If it's okay, sit down and drink some together, but okay, you can't move this bottle of Moutai at all, if you want to drink, go home and get it yourself, but I know that you still have a bottle of good Wuliangye at home." ”

"Done! It's rare to be happy today, so I'll go back and take out Wuliangye and have a good drink. Uncle Dong left with a smile.