Qin Yan scratched his head and thought in his heart:

You're not mistaken in this hexagram! I came at four in the morning. If your hexagram is accurate, I won't have to wait two hours.

"Benefactor, what are you looking for me?"

"Master Zhao, in addition to the ghost craftsman inheritance in the Nine Tombs, what other ghost craftsman inheritances do you know?"

The ghost craftsman inheritance is also divided into genres.

Just like Taijiquan now, there are many schools such as Chen, Yang, Sun, Wu and so on.

Zhao Zishen thought for a while, touched his gray beard and said: "During the Republic of China, there was a family surnamed Zhang, their family was a ghost craftsman who specialized in coffins, and later moved to our Bao City, and then there was no news!" ”

Qin Yan felt that Zhao Zishen's words were equivalent to saying in vain.

How can I find it if there is no news.

"But I know his family's ancestral home, maybe I can find the ghost craftsman inheritance from his family's ancestral house!"

Hearing this, Qin Yan was shocked.

Just now he felt that Zhao Zishen's words were nonsense, and he couldn't imagine that the words that Zhao Zishen said earlier were to lead to the latter sentence.

"It's just that they are ghost craftsmen, and they can't be compared with the Zhuge lineage, the Luban lineage, and the Zhu family's lineage, at best they are just a small school."

Lu Ban pioneered the ghost craftsman, and he dabbled in a wide range of fields, including not only carpenters, stonemasons, but also painters, florists, and so on.

Although Zhuge Liang is not as extensive as Lu Ban, he has carried forward the classified professions such as carpenter, stonemason, and blacksmith among ghost craftsmen, and actually designed the works of ghosts and gods such as Huarong Dao and Wooden Ox Flowing Horse.

At the beginning, when Shu was at its weakest, the Wei State was beaten with urine, and it had an inseparable relationship with Zhuge Liang's ghost craftsman.

As for the carpenter emperor Zhu Youxiao of the Zhu family, he is even more of a genius.

His achievements among carpenters have reached a higher height, and even Zhuge Liang can't compare.

"It doesn't matter! As long as you can find it! ”

Qin Yan only needs a copy of the inheritance now.

No matter how bad this inheritance is, as long as Qin Yan learns it, he can touch on the analogy, and even draw inferences from one another, and learn the inheritance of ghost craftsmen from other schools.

"That's good! When you have time, I'll take you! ”

"Let's go now!"

Qin Yan thought of Li Tianba in his heart, for fear that Li Tianba would encounter danger in the tomb.

Zhao Zishen nodded: "Benefactor, wait a minute, I'll go settle my grandson." ”

Qin Yan answered, standing at the door and waiting for Zhao Zishen.

After a while, Zhao Zishen came out.

The two of them took a taxi and went straight to the Champs, and drove another Mercedes-Benz to the Zhang family's ancestral house.

The Maybach was scrapped on the highway, and now Qin Yan can only drive two other cars.

More than an hour later, Qin Yan and the others came to the countryside of Wang County, Baoshi.

There is a Zhangjia village here, and 70 percent of the people in the village are surnamed Zhang.

The ancestral home of the Zhang family is located in Zhangjia Village.

When Qin Yan parked the car at the door of the Zhang family's ancestral house, he saw many people standing at the door.

After getting out of the car, Qin Yan heard a noise inside.

One of the voices was quite loud and very familiar, as if it was Zhang Di's voice.

Qin Yan was very surprised, and couldn't figure out why he heard Zhang Di's voice here.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Yan played a clever trick and thought in his heart:

Could it be that Zhang Di is from this Zhangjia Village?

Zhang Di's surname is Zhang, and Zhang Di's hometown is in Wangxian County.

Lining up the crowd, Qin Yan walked into the courtyard and saw that the courtyard was crowded with people.

In the middle of the courtyard stood four people, one of whom was an old man with a hunched back, who looked like a cadre with his hands behind his back.

One is a Taoist priest, he is wearing a Taoist robe, carrying a peachwood sword, a dusty whisk on his left arm, and a small goatee, which looks quite like a fairy wind and bones.

However, Qin Yan knew that anyone who dressed up like this was a liar nine times out of ten.

The third is Zhang Di, who is extremely excited at the moment, his face is red, and he doesn't know what he is talking about with the old man with his back on his back.

The fourth person was a middle-aged woman with red eyes and crying.

"Meng Jiao, let me tell you, this is the ancestral shrine of our Zhang family, if you dare to come nonsense, I will not be finished with you!"

Zhang Di rolled up his sleeves and said loudly.

"Zhang Di, you little doll! Why are you so ignorant? The Heavenly Dome Daoist has just said that your ancestral house has been idle here for too long, and evil spirits have been generated, and it must be demolished, otherwise the villagers will suffer. ”

Village Chief Meng Jiao said unhurriedly, much calmer than Zhang Di.

"Meng Jiao, you are obviously bullying our orphans and widows!"

Zhang Di was so angry that he scolded, and he almost picked up his fists and started.

It turned out that Zhang Di was not a rich family, his family, like Qin Yan, was from the countryside.

However, in order to make his classmates look down on him, he pretended to be a rich second generation.

The village chief of Meng Jiao has always coveted Zhang Di's ****** beauty.

But Zhang Di's mother has never complied, so Meng Jiao thought of a poisonous plan to demolish the ancestral house of the Zhang family by using the theory of ghosts.

Originally, 30% of the people in Zhangjia Village were related to Zhang Di and his family, but Meng Jiao was a bully village head.

He was in the village and slept with almost half of the women in the village.

Most of these half women are because their husbands are working outside, and they can't get rid of their loneliness, so they go from Mengjiao in half a push.

There are also some who are unwilling, but they are all forced by Meng Jiao to climb into the wall at night.

There were also a few men who went to Meng Jiao to settle accounts before, but one of them was crippled by Meng Jiao's son.

After that, no one dared to look for it again.

There are also people who go to the county seat to complain, but Meng Jiao's son and son-in-law are officials in the county, so no one receives them.

"Little baby, you can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense! I'm doing this for the good of the villagers! You say don't you? ”

Meng Jiao said as he looked at the people around him.

Some thugs in Meng Jiao immediately shouted: "Yes! Village Chief Meng is doing something for us! ”

Some people who were afraid of Meng Jiao's forces also echoed it, including many people surnamed Zhang.

There were also some people who were reluctant to fight for the tiger, but when Meng Jiao looked at them, they could only echo it.

"Do you hear me, it's everyone's voice!"

"You ......"

Zhang Di obviously knew that Meng Jiao was talking nonsense, and the villagers were afraid of Meng Jiao so they echoed it, but they were helpless.

"Zhang Di, the Heavenly Dome Daoist will curse tonight, tomorrow I will ask someone to help your family demolish the house, don't worry, I won't let your family pay a penny."

Meng Jiao said sincerely, people who don't know the actual situation still think that Meng Jiao is kind.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Jiao's words changed: "However, the brick doors and windows that have been removed are probably going to be confiscated." It's all national! ”

Hearing Meng Jiao's words, Zhang Di was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

He couldn't understand the meaning of confiscation too well, that is, it was put in Meng Jiao's private pocket.

The brick doors and windows of the ancestral house are worth more than 20,000 yuan even if they are sold second-hand.

But Meng Jiao demolished his house, and it cost more than 10,000 yuan at most, which is equivalent to Meng Jiao's income of 10,000 yuan inside and out.

In the village, Meng Jiao did not do this kind of fake public and private things.

"You dare!"

Zhang Di was so angry that his face was bruised, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Meng Jiao pretended to be helpless, patted Zhang Di's shoulder, sighed and said, "Zhang Di, I understand your feelings. But there's no way around it, so do it yourself! ”

With that, Meng Jiao turned around and left.

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