"The kid knows a little bit about feng shui, but he just looks at the layout of the senior's house and has some doubts, this feng shui layout is very cumbersome, and the kid can't get up after sleeping with the senior."

Jiang Pingchuan looked at the old man pointing to the room in front of him, he could feel a yin wind in it, it was very weak, he understood the "Ten Thousand Laws", and naturally he could perceive that the layout of the feng shui here was not perfect.

In this way, it is as if the room where I am is actually a huge coffin that is thought to have been built, narrow in front and wide in the back, with a high vestibule and a sloping tail at the bottom.

The only difference with the coffin is that this house has a back tail as the mouth, low in and high out, and the coffin in the front courtyard as the mouth, in order to prevent the breath of the buried person from being suppressed by the back tail and then condensed into a ghost and ghost, and not to wander the world beyond life.

"Hehe, I've lived here for many years, it's nothing, my house and the other houses in the village were built by a feng shui master in the early years," the old man walked towards Jiang Pingchuan and leaned the jade cane in his hand against the wall.

"Tonight, you sleep on the bed, I sleep on the ground," the old man stretched out his hand and wanted to pat Jiang Pingchuan's shoulder, but at least he saw the fish-shaped jade pendant on Jiang Pingchuan's waist, stopped the movement of his hand, and there was a slight deep arc on the corner of his mouth.

"How can it be done, senior, you sleep on the bed, the kid is young and strong, just lie on the ground" Jiang Pingchuan saw the narrow bed behind the old man, and could only accommodate one person shaking his head and refusing to sleep on the bed.

The old man smiled and said no more, took out a straw mat in the corner of the wall and spread it on the ground, and took out a large white tiger skin from the wardrobe, spread it on the straw mat, blew out the candle lamp, and slowly walked to the bed, lay on it, and slept facing the wall.

Jiang Pingchuan tightened his robe and lay on the tiger skin, thinking about what happened today, his mind always flashed the pictures of Maoshan killing and death, and he couldn't sleep for a long time, and the moonlight shone in through the window.

The moonlight reflected the pattern on the window grille, which was a vivid tiger, and the reason why I said it was one was because the tiger was so thin.

Jiang Pingchuan measured his body and looked at the old man lying on the bed, he couldn't hear a single sound, the old man didn't have the snoring sound of the old man after falling asleep, even if he didn't have a slight heavy breath, he was leaning around.

Jiang Pingchuan suddenly found that the old man's figure had become more emaciated, like a dried corpse, looking at a wave of sleepiness, Jiang Pingchuan lost his breath and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, Jiang Pingchuan had some urine, so he got up and prepared to go out to solve it, looking up at the old man on the bed, the quilt actually fell to the ground, Jiang Pingchuan picked up the futon on the ground, gently covered the old man, and carefully opened the door and walked out.

Looking at the dense woods in front of him, Jiang Pingchuan casually found a tree to solve his physiological problems, yawned, and walked towards the house.

"Huh? What's the situation" When Jiang Pingchuan returned to the house, he found that he couldn't find the door.

When he just left, he clearly remembered that he hadn't gone far, and he went straight when he went out, it was impossible to remember the wrong direction, Jiang Pingchuan had doubts and walked around the house in front of him and didn't find where the door was, so he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

"Young Youth, Young Youth"

Sleeping in a daze, Jiang Pingchuan heard the old man calling himself, rubbed his sleepy eyes, he saw that the old man was bending over and looking at himself with a kind face, smiling, Jiang Pingchuan covered his mouth and yawned.

"Senior, you're awake," Jiang Pingchuan said with a thick sleepy voice.

"You take this, it's dawn, I'm leaving," the old man nodded, sat beside Jiang Pingchuan, handed him a jade plate inlaid with gold and jade, patted Jiang Pingchuan on the shoulder, got up, and walked towards the dim and dark woods.

"Hey, senior, wait," Jiang Pingchuan hurriedly got up and shouted to the old man.

It's just that the old man didn't stop, and disappeared into the woods in a moment, Jiang Pingchuan looked at the jade card in his hand very strangely, the old man obviously didn't walk fast, but how did he disappear so quickly.

"Goo-goo-goo"

A high rooster crow broke the tranquility of the early morning, Jiang Pingchuan looked up, the sky was already bright, and the east not far away was already white, stretching his waist, Jiang Pingchuan took a step back, and suddenly felt that there was a sloping gentle slope under his feet.

How is this possible, I followed the old man all the way to this village last night The road surface in this village is very smooth, and there is no possibility of a gentle slope, Jiang Pingchuan looked back.

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Behind him was a grave bag overgrown with weeds, Jiang Pingchuan looked around and saw that the village of last night had disappeared, and all that caught his eyes were large and small graves, and the layout of the graves was a coiled dragon game.

And this under his feet is the dragon head of the Panlong Bureau, Jiang Pingchuan quickly recited the meditation mantra twice, recalling that he finally knew what he encountered last night, thinking of this, Jiang Pingchuan hurriedly took out the jade plate in his hand, it was very real, the jade card was in his hand.

Jiang Pingchuan looked at the grave bag he slept with last night and shouted that he was stupid, except for those witch warlocks who raised corpses and ghosts, who would be willing to use the Panlong Bureau to build their own house.

Now that he thought about it, he really slept in a coffin last night, Jiang Pingchuan put away the jade plate, walked to the grave bag, stretched out his hand and began to pull out all the weeds on the subcontract.

Looking at the dusty stele in front of him, Jiang Pingchuan picked up a handful of weeds and gently swept away the dust on the stele, and gradually the inscription appeared.

"Ten thousand rivers have their own thousands of mountains, why should we have met each other"

Jiang Pingchuan threw down the weeds in his hand, looked at the inscription, bowed three times towards the inscription, turned around and began to move towards a path overgrown with strong grass, and after a while, the outline of a village appeared in front of him.

In the early morning, there was some fog, Jiang Pingchuan looked at the green wheat fields on both sides of the road, and he could vaguely see several figures moving slowly in the fields in the rectangular fields next to each other.

Continuing to walk forward, Jiang Pingchuan saw a market town, all kinds of shops came into view, Jiang Pingchuan touched his stomach, it was okay not to touch it, as soon as he touched it, it began to gurgle.

Jiang Pingchuan walked into a noodle restaurant and sat down, scanning this noodle restaurant Jiang Pingchuan didn't know if the yin qi he had contaminated in the tomb village had not dissipated or what was going on, he could feel a yin qi like nothing when he sat on the chair, and he was very weak.

"This master, what are your orders" The little second brother, dressed in a blue-gray coarse cloth short coat and a white cloth belt, held a rag and kept wiping the shiny table in front of Jiang Pingchuan.

"Let's have a bowl of noodles," Jiang Pingchuan glanced at the food on the table of the people around him, and also asked for a bowl of noodles.

"Come on, you wait a minute" Xiao Er dragged his tone and trotted all the way into the back hall, Jiang Pingchuan took a deep breath and always felt weird here.