When Ling Xian saw this little dragon vein, he pondered for a long time, he was hesitating, whether to let the old mother of the Chen family be buried in the little dragon cave?

The key is, does the Chen family have this good fortune to enjoy this dragon's lair?

If not, it will not only be detrimental to the Chen family, but also to him, a feng shui master. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Fortunately, his uncle once taught him how to judge whether a family is blessed or not, as long as he proceeds according to this, he can immediately judge that if the Chen family is blessed, if not, Ling Xian said that he could not let him be buried in the dragon's den.

After determining the general direction of the dragon vein, Ling Xian took out the ancient compass again, carefully surveyed it, and spent a whole day before determining the scope of the dragon's lair.

Although this dragon's lair is not big, it is enough for a few coffins to be buried, where the old mother of the Chen family is buried, and some particulars, in case of burial in the wrong place, even if it is a good acupuncture point, it will have a bad impact.

There are several mountain peaks born one after another, different heights, Ling Xian pointed in that direction: "The best acupuncture point has been found, but whether it can be buried depends on the will of heaven, if the will of heaven allows, it can naturally be buried, otherwise, I can only choose a slightly inferior ......"

The Chen family looked at each other, and the burial still depends on the will of God?

"Xiaoxian, what needs to be done, you say, we will follow it." Chen Chuyu said loudly.

Ling Xian nodded: "Find a man within three generations, tie the coffin with hemp rope, pick it up with a bamboo pole, and carry the coffin to the northwest, the hemp rope can't be tied too tightly, and it can't be tied too loosely, keep going there, if the hemp rope is broken, the coffin falls steadily, then it will be buried on the spot, if it passes two mountains, it still continues, then God will not allow it to be buried......"

Chen Chuyu pondered for a moment, nodded slowly, and told Chen Haitian to do it immediately, in fact, Chen Chuyu is not only Chen Haitian's son.

He also has two children, one stayed in Dong'an Village as a soil overlord, and the other was in the capital center of Lingdong Province.

Compared with Chen Haitian, the relationship between the other two sons and him is not very good, especially the eldest son, who is very prosperous in Guangshi, and has always been at odds with his second son Chen Haitian.

After more than half an hour, the eldest son Chen Hailong and the youngest son Chen Haifeng came late, along with Chen Haifeng's son, Chen Ming; Chen Hailong's daughter, Chen Ruishi.

This is all the members of the Chen family, a huge family, but there are only a few descendants of three generations, which is a little withered, and after a hundred years, the Chen family may only have one male left.

"What? We lift? Are you kidding? Can't you just find a few people to carry it? How big is it? As for calling us over? ”

Chen Hailong yelled, as if he was wronged, for him, who was used to being the president in a big city, he naturally didn't want to do this kind of hard work.

"Big brother, after all, it's my own mother, what's the hard work? Could it be that the old man can't support us for a lifetime? ”

After all, Chen Haifeng grew up in the countryside, although he has also been a soil overlord for many years, he can still endure hardships, and he is also more traditional, paying attention to all kindness and filial piety.

"Third brother, if you can't afford this money, big brother, I'll pay for you, you go and call a few villagers over and let them carry it."

Chen Hailong looked like Lao Tzu was rich and the best in the world, and the angry Chen Haifeng was speechless.

Chen Chuyu's face was ugly, and he reprimanded: "Why did Lao Tzu raise you as an unfilial son? asked you to carry the old lady to the hall, did you have to take your life? ”

"Dad, I'm a little spondylopathy, don't you know? Aren't you trying to embarrass me? Chen Hailong looked embarrassed, and he was unwilling to carry the coffin even if he was killed.

Ling Xian couldn't stand it anymore, and said coldly: "How can the dragon's lair be buried casually?" If you let other family members carry the coffin, God will not let your mother be buried here, there is no sincerity at all, and you still want to be rich and prosperous? ”

Regarding Ling Xian's cynicism, before Chen Hailong could speak, Chen Ruishi was unhappy: "Who are you?" Our family's business is your! Where did the crumbs come from, here to point fingers......"

"Shut up!" Chen Chuyu's face darkened, and he said angrily: "Apologize to Xiao Xian!" ”

"Just him? A poor boy from the bottom of the mountain, let Miss Ben apologize? It's impossible, hmph, I was going to go on a date in the past few days, but I was forced to come back by you, Miss Ben won't accompany me, Dad, I'll go back first, and you can do it yourself. ”

Chen Ruishi just came back, and she was forced to come back, she grew up with a golden key in her mouth, she was used to being willful, and she had no feelings for her relatives. Without saying a word, he ran away.

Chen Hailong shook his head helplessly, but he didn't scold.

Chen Chuyu's body trembled, and he had to say more, Ling Xian shook his head and said, "Ah Gong, it's okay, I'll choose another place for you, this little dragon's lair, it seems that you are not blessed to be buried." ”

Chen Chuyu naturally knew the importance of the dragon's lair, and when he heard the words at this moment, he immediately said urgently: "Xiao Xian, don't pay attention to this group of unfilial descendants, he is unwilling to carry it, and me, the old man can also carry the coffin......"

"Haitian, Haifeng, and Amin, the three of you carry the coffin with me, and go back to prepare the hemp rope ......"

"Dad, how can this work? Your old body ......"

Chen Haitian and the others heard that he was going to carry the coffin in person, their faces changed, this old man went to carry the coffin at an age, but the son of the prime of life stood by and watched, if this was spread, the reputation of the Chen family would be stinky.

"What nonsense? What's wrong with me? What is my fault in carrying my wife's coffin? It's better than you unfilial sons! ”

Chen Chuyu blew his nose angrily and glared, Chen Haitian finally couldn't help but speak: "Big brother, it's just one lift, if you don't die, don't let your father get old......"

"Forget it, I'll carry it."

Chen Hailong snorted and agreed quite unhappily, after all, he was an old father, and he was still a little emotional.

Such a reluctant appearance naturally caused Chen Chuyu to scold a few more words, but he didn't refute it, just pretended that his ears didn't hear it.

A group of people returned to the old house of the Chen family, this is a big courtyard, once three generations were in the same house, and now the coffin of the old mother of the Chen family is refrigerated here, although it is urgent to be buried, but the funeral has not yet been held, but it is not in a hurry.

In the next three days, the Chen family held a grand funeral, the so-called rich have distant relatives in the mountains, this funeral was crowded, and the guests of the memorial service could sit down at hundreds of large tables.

Ling Xian, as the feng shui master of the Chen family, basically went in and out with the Chen family, which naturally attracted the attention of the guests, but he didn't like to show his head, but this was also requested by Old Man Chen, and he didn't bother to think about why.

To deal with the guests, there are naturally old man Chen and several sons, Ling Xian is lonely, very uncomfortable, it seems that Chen Junyi is more kind, so he has always stood with her, but many guests who don't know the situation think that he is the son-in-law of the Chen family.