Chapter 35: Fogging
Hearing the village chief's description, I thought at first that the village chief was making a big fuss, but now I realized that something strange had indeed happened in the village.
At least someone is walking around the village with a compass, which is not normal.
"Village chief, I said ugly things in front, I just helped you look at feng shui or something, don't blame me if you can't solve it." I gave Li Yongbao a preventive shot in advance.
When Li Yongbao heard that I agreed, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he said with a smile: "Gu Zhou, uncle believes you, last time you rescued the second daughter-in-law, this is very awesome." ”
"By the way, what about your master?" Li Yongbao seemed to have just remembered my master.
I was saddened, Master, Master.
"Master is in retreat, and Master doesn't need to come forward for these little things." I adjusted my emotions and lied.
Except for the two or three people we know about, outsiders don't know about Master's death at all.
"Amazing, your uncle and I really didn't see the wrong person, you have been a decent person since you were a child."
"It's not Duangong, it's a Taoist priest." I corrected him.
Then he took the compass and went to the village to have a look.
The position of the seven stars of the ghost gate has really been restored to its original state, I really don't know who has such a great ability to reverse feng shui, before the master speculated that it was Zhao Qingshuo, and later found that it was not at all.
And this is not the strangest, the strangest thing is that the reverse current of feng shui has not affected the people in the village, and under normal circumstances, Ligou Village is definitely not suitable for living people.
Because the feng shui is messed up, in terms of scientific explanation, the magnetic field is messed up.
"There's nothing strange about it." I muttered to myself, although the feng shui flows backwards, isn't it always there?
After turning around, I went to the Crockpot River again to take a look.
The name of the crockpot river is more interesting, according to the people in the village, there were two immortals who drank wine in the past, and they knocked over the wine in the crockpot and flowed into a river in Ligou Village, so it got its name.
But I don't believe in this legend, where is such a thing.
As for Biyoutan, it is called the place where the three rivers converge from feng shui.
Located in the lower reaches of the Crockpot River, Biyoutan is a huge waterhole, and I think it's more appropriate to say it's a lake.
There is a lonely mountain in the upper reaches of Biyoutan, which happens to turn the water of the crockpot river into two rivers, and the two rivers converge into one in Biyoutan.
And there is a small river in the west of Biyoutan, although it is a small river, but the water rapids are dangerous, and the danger is more than that of the big river of the crockpot river.
It is precisely because of this that Biyoutan can be called the convergence of three rivers, but it is a pity that there is no place to bury around Biyoutan, otherwise it is definitely a feng shui treasure land that comes out of the princes and generals.
This is called the Hidden Dragon Leaping Water.
Wu Hanzhang just had a little dragon energy, and said that he occupied the feng shui treasure of the whole village, and I didn't understand it at the time and really believed his words.
Now it seems that the best feng shui place in the village is Biyou Pond.
And Biyoutan also has a rare place, yin and yang blend.
In most people's cognition, they think that the mountain is yang and the water is yin, but in fact, it is not the case, the mountain is yang when it is yang, and the back is yin.
And the water is stagnant is yin, the living water is yang, and the area of Biyoutan is wide, but it is not stagnant water, so yin and yang are blended.
"The upper right side of Biyoutan is the reservoir built in the village, and there are no fish in the reservoir, how did the fish scales come from when the village chief said?"
I groaned, I really couldn't figure it out.
The reservoir is built on a high place, leading to the mountain water next to it, and the water of Biyoutan can not be eaten directly, it is about one meter higher than Biyoutan, and the interval is four or five meters away, unless someone puts fish scales into the reservoir.
But the village chief said that they sent people to keep watch at the reservoir all day and all night, and did not find anything unusual.
I wondered if the fish flew into the reservoir on their own.
Just when I thought it was impossible, the water surface of Biyou Lake suddenly became foggy.
I looked at my phone, it was past five o'clock, unitary time.
It was getting dark, and it wasn't normal for the water to fog at this time, and the fog was getting thicker and thicker, and I soon couldn't see the water surface.
The hazy mist reached the shore in a short time, and I only felt like a drizzle on my face.
It is not strange that there is fog in good places with good feng shui, and some spirits who have practiced for many years like this kind of fog the most, yin and yang, and many Taoist predecessors also rely on eating fog and dew after opening the valley.
If it is a full moon night, the fog is more refined, the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon.
"When things go wrong, there must be demons!" I took out the compass and looked at it, and sure enough, the compass hands were shaking.
At the same time, the bell on my body suddenly rang uncontrollably, and I was suddenly shocked, good guy, there is actually an evil spirit!
I shouted, "Bold! ”
He instantly pulled out a Sun Fury Talisman from his blanket.
The Fury Yang Fu can release a large amount of Yang Qi in an instant, but it is not lethal, it is only used to scare evil ghosts.
I didn't expect that Biyoutan still had dirty things hidden.
What I didn't expect was that the dirty thing was not scared away, but the bell became louder and louder, and gradually condensed into a figure in the hazy mist.
There was only the outline of a person, no human features, and he approached me step by step.
And the fog behind him seemed to be gathered by him, moving forward with his steps.
I'm not afraid, I just don't understand what this evil is.
"Demons! Unrepentant! I scolded, then pulled out four copper coins and smashed them at the fog man.
It stands to reason that this copper coin is worshiped by incense day and night, and it is full of aura, and I am generally reluctant to use it.
What I didn't expect was that the copper coin went straight through the fog man's body, and although two big holes were smashed, it instantly returned to its original state.
Seeing that the copper coin was useless, a layer of sweat broke out on my forehead, and it was too late to set up the formation in this situation at the moment, and I didn't know what the evil in front of me was, and it was even more difficult to start.
I took the wooden sword out of my jacket and bit my middle finger and dripped blood on it.
If lightning strikes and my boy's blood don't solve this thing, I don't think there's anything I can do about it.
Just as I raised my wooden sword and was about to stab through it, I found that the mist receded like a tide.
In the blink of an eye, the fog on the water surface disappeared completely, and I was in a trance, what is the situation?
Is it a hallucination? Of course not, there must be something at fault.
But now I have no clue, I can only go back first and then make plans, and seeing that it is getting dark, I take out a lantern to illuminate it.
As soon as I turned around with a lantern, I saw a figure standing on the bank of the crockpot river.
I was startled and shouted, "Who? ”