Even in modern society, there are still inaccessible barren mountains and mountains.

There is no steel jungle, no crowd hustle and bustle, some bushes, birds, beasts, fish and insects, which still follow the natural laws inherited from ancient times.

The law of the jungle is struggling to survive.

One day.

The loud song sounded from the depths of the mountain forest, and the sound startled many birds and birds, and even the fierce beasts in the mountain forest quietly bowed their bodies.

"Watching chess is rotten, logging Ding Ding, Xu Xing in the valley of the clouds, selling salaries and wine, laughing and self-indulgent. The autumn is high, and the pine roots of the moon pillow are bright. ”

"Recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, and break the dead vine with an axe."

The song echoed in the mountains and forests, with a heroic, free and easy, dusty voice.

Although the birds and beasts did not know what it meant, they naturally understood the ease in it, and there seemed to be ripples in their confused hearts.

"Boom la la ......"

The trees shook, and a figure appeared on the top of the mountain.

The person who came was dressed in a Taoist robe, stepping on yin and yang boots, and his long hair was tied with a meridian hairpin on the top of his head, like a Taoist priest who was diving in the mountains.

Such a barren mountain, with no paths, there was no dust on his body.

This person's eyes were shining, like two black jades, and between breaths, two white air currents swam between his mouth and nose.

"Hoo ......"

He exhaled a long turbid breath, his breath was like an arrow, and he shot straight forward several feet away, pulling out a long trace in the air, and it was scattered for a long time.

"Great place!"

Looking around, Fang Zheng nodded slowly:

"What a feng shui treasure!"

If he wants to verify whether there is a tradition of magic in modern society, the first thing he thinks of is the two major branches of magic, feng shui and physiognomy.

Coincidentally.

Jiu Yuanzi is an expert in this area!

Spells can be hidden, but feng shui is on the surface, if there is really a master, there will definitely be something left in a special feng shui place.

This kind of place,

It's rare, but it's not too hard to find.

"It's a four-phase land!"

Looking ahead, Fang Zheng's eyes flickered, and the Heavenly Machine Compass in the depths of the Sea of Consciousness moved slowly, and the information related to it also came to mind.

The so-called four-phase land, also known as the four spiritual land, is one of the treasured lands of feng shui.

Feng Shui has a trick:

"The green dragon and the second vein are peaking, and the tide of Bingding is beckoning again. The serpentine dew on the Gengxin position, and the peaks of the non-qi mountain are high. A tomb will be erected in the center of Wuji, and the children and grandchildren will be heroic. ”

"This place is called Sixiangdi, and the camp is the tallest!"

Fang Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he silently looked at the qi technique.

Suddenly.

Everything in front of me changed, and a lot of smoke emerged between the heavens and the earth, and the breath flowed according to a certain law, among which there were several nodes.

Especially one of the nodes, it is the place where the breath of heaven and earth condenses.

Feng Shui Treasure Cave!

Fang Zheng's eyes froze, and he stepped on the breeze towards the node, his body was like a phantom, his feet stepped on the void, and his body shook more than ten zhang.

What he performed was the Heavenly Charm Body Method of the Hehuan Sect.

This method,

Naturally, he asked from Qin Keqing.

Qin Keqing received a few injections of tranquilizers, coupled with the high-level ecstasy left by Jiu Yuanzi, and all the secrets of his body were hollowed out by him.

Including several exercises of the Hehuan Sect.

"Huh!"

Fang Zheng fell from a high place, obviously extremely fast, but landed silently, and even the grass under his feet was only slightly curved.

It shows the clever light-weight exercises.

"Graveyard!"

The mounds in front of him made him raise his eyebrows slightly:

"You can see the four phases of the land, and bury the ancestral grave here, it can be seen that there was a wise feng shui gentleman present back then, and there should be feng shui inheritance in this world."

"Interesting!"

Founder thoughtfully.

Feng Shui seems to have little effect, but in fact it is infinitely mysterious, if it is used well, it can help people achieve things and kill people invisibly.

"It seems that modern society also has a magic inheritance, but since it is not obvious, I am afraid that the level of martial arts is not too high."

"No!"

"Spells are not the same as martial arts."

He touched his chin and muttered:

"If the spell is used well, it can change the number of lives, and it can determine life and death, even if the prince and general are hit, the same medicine stone will not be saved."

"So ......"

"The status is much higher."

For a while, the feng shui and fate masters who appeared in many historical allusions came to mind one after another.

A certain founding king, before he got into trouble, was once judged to have the appearance of a king; The son of a concubine who was not valued in the harem was said to inherit the throne; A certain Shengming monarch killed a certain clan because of a sentence from a physiognomy teacher......

All of this, once puzzled, is now explained.

"Although there are few people who are proficient in feng shui, mathematics, and even spells, there are definitely people, and they use their abilities to roam the rivers and lakes and courts, and they have won the admiration of countless mortals."

"But ......"

"The strength of these people is not strong, but they have some special abilities, so once they say the wrong thing, they can also be killed by officials, and they have no backhand."

"No!"

Fangzheng's heart moved:

"There should be similar people in modern society, who can criticize fortunes and fortune tellers and look at feng shui layouts, which can also make people in high positions regard them as guests, and they can gain status and wealth."

"It's just that because the number is too small and there is a lack of inheritance, it is not known to ordinary people."

After thinking about it, he raised his hand and offered a spirit rune.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, Qiankun borrows the law and traces the ......"

"Go!"

With a low drink in his mouth, the spirit talisman spontaneously combusted without fire, turned into a wisp of green smoke and circled around the cemetery, then folded and drifted away into the distance.

"It's really popular."

Fang Zheng smiled:

"Since it is the person who came to the grave, he must be the descendant of the owner of the cemetery, and maybe I can ask some clues from their mouths."

With a certain heart in his heart, he walked towards the place where the green smoke drifted.

…………

Jiajia Village.

Villages on the edge of the mountains, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, have been secluded and serene, but they have also lost their development.

It's hard to imagine,

In the modern Xia Kingdom, there are still villages where a small number of residents live in earthen houses rather than brick houses.

Powered on,

but there is no water.

Families still rely on old-fashioned pressurized wells for water.

The suona sounds, the gongs and drums sound in unison, and the tragic tune seems to make people see a group of geese flying down to die together.

"Wild goose on the beach!"

Fang Zheng squinted and looked up:

"Someone in the village has died?"

The wild goose falls on the beach, the birds and the phoenix, the big funeral, and the ten kneeling parents' ......, these songs are all commonly used in funerals.

The village is not big.

Everyone in the village should have gone to the funeral, but there were no villagers along the way, and Shi Shiran came to a small courtyard along the road.

"Crunch ......"

The dilapidated door shaft turned slowly, making a sharp and screeching sound, and an old man in his sixties and seventies pushed the door out at this moment.

Seeing the square in front of the door, the old man couldn't help but be stunned.

"My husband is polite."

Fang Zheng smiled lightly, and gave a Taoist bow to the other party, saying:

"Heavenly Master Dao is scattered, I have seen the old man!"

Since you want to visit the inheritance of magic, you naturally can't use your ordinary identity, and the Dao Sect with the highest status in the world is undoubtedly the Heavenly Master Dao.

No one here knows whether it's true or not, but of course you have to climb to the highest branch.

"Heavenly Master Dao?" The old man looked confused, obviously not having heard of this place:

"You ......"

"Looking for me?"

"There's something that bothers you." Fang Zheng nodded, pointed to the back, and said:

"The poor road came from the mountain range in front of me, and I saw that there was a place of four spirits, where the ancestors of Jiajia Village were buried, and I wanted to ask for clues about the feng shui gentleman at that time."

"Four Spirit Land!" Hearing this, the old man's complexion changed greatly, and his eyes became extremely complicated, and he trembled lightly in his mouth:

"Do you recognize the Four Spirit Lands?"

"I know it." Fang Zheng nodded:

"But does my husband know the trick?"

"I ......" the old man opened his mouth with a bitter expression:

"I know some, but I don't know much."

"I want to hear about it." Founder arched his hand.

"Dao Chief."

The old man's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly asked:

"There are a lot of people in the village, why are you asking me?"

"Heh......" Fang Zheng straightened his back, showing a sturdy figure that was more than a head taller than the other party, raised his eyes and looked around:

"Jiajia Village has also become a feng shui formation, and the small courtyard of the old man seems to be inconspicuous, but it is where the eye of the array is, and there must be a master living there."

"Superior?"

The old man shook his head, his eyes blazing and looking straight at Fangzheng:

"The Taoist is the real master!"

Knowing the Four Spirit Land, after entering the village, no one led the way to find his own small courtyard, with such ability, wouldn't he be a master.

"Uncle!"

At this time, a middle-aged man ran not far away, beckoning to the old man:

"The cremation car will be back soon, it's your turn."

"Got it." The old man replied:

"Right away."

Then he turned around, held the sleeve of Fangzheng's shirt with some excitement, and said:

"Dao Chief, the old man is going to be a funeral official today, don't be in a hurry to leave, we will talk in detail after the meal and the funeral."

"It's fine."

Fang Zheng nodded:

"Won't bother?"

"Those who come are guests." The old man shook his head:

"With my old face, no one dares to go in a hurry."

Saying,

Pull Fang Zheng towards the place where the suona sounds.

The so-called funeral official refers to the person who presides over the funeral, and in some places it is called Mr. Yin and Yang, and in recent years, some people have also called him the master of ceremonies.

When someone dies in the countryside, most of them are presided over by people with high moral standing in the village.

apparently

The old man is such a person.

"That's right."

Fang Zheng walked forward and said:

"Haven't asked my husband what to call him?"

"My name is Jia Xiangshan." Jia Lao looked excited:

"I've lived almost a lifetime, and today I finally got to see the real person, Dao Chief, don't be in a hurry to leave, the old man has something to ask."

"Definitely."

Fang Zheng nodded.

"Little Six."

When he came to the funeral site, Jia Lao called someone and instructed:

"Take this Fang Zhenren to my table, don't slack off."

"Okay, Third Master." Six years younger, he should be in his early twenties, and when he heard this, he was a little curious and led Fang Zheng to take a seat:

"Fang Zhenren is very fresh?"

"Passing through this place, eating at a time." Fang Zheng chuckled and arched his hand:

"I'm sorry."

"Hey!" Xiaoliu waved his hand:

"If you have a meal, if you don't bother or not, with the explanation of the third master, even if you live in Jiajia Village, there is no problem."

Fang Zheng nodded.

It seems that Jia Xiangshan and Jia Lao's status in Jiajia Village is not low.

Xiao Liu's personality is very bold, the voice in his mouth is non-stop, and a burst of chatter has made Fang Zheng have some understanding of the origin of Jiajia Village.

Jiajia Village,

The real deal.

Nine out of ten residents in the village are surnamed Jia.

"Our Jia family ancestors were also rich, and it is said that they are still members of the Republic of China, but unfortunately the times are not good, and they were shot in the head after a few years."

"At that time, the Jia family lived in the county seat and had a lot of big yards, so they moved to this place to take refuge because of an accident in the backing mountain."

"Hey!"

He sighed:

"If you want me to say yes, what kind of society is it now, I still live in this ravine, and I earn more in a month by working casually after I go out than in this year."

"A bunch of old antiques, just don't move."

Speaking of this, his voice froze, and his eyes flickered to see that there was no 'old antique' in his mouth around him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Daoist Fang, don't tell the third master what you said just now."

"Of course." Fang Zheng nodded with a smile and asked:

"But ......"

"Why don't you move?"

"As far as I know, the local government has relevant policies, and if you move out, there will be resettlement, and it is convenient for children to go to school and adults to find jobs."

"Don't ask me about that." Little Six shrugged:

"The third master said that it was convenient to come back to worship the ancestors, but you also know from the situation in the village that more and more people will not come back after going out."

"My family is also scraping together money, and I will buy a small house in the city in the past two years, but now I don't have a house in the city and I can't even marry a daughter-in-law."

Fang Zheng nodded silently.

It can also be seen from the people who attended the funeral that most of them are middle-aged and elderly people, with some children, and there are very few young people like Xiaoliu.

But......

'Feng Shui is useful, but it is not a panacea. ’

'Time changes, the general trend of the world is disputed, a family's feng shui may not be able to play a role, the ancestors of the Jia family buried in the four spirits also broke their heads after making a fortune, resulting in the decline of the family, no matter how good the feng shui is, it depends on their own fate and efforts. ’

"Hey...... Hey......"

Jia Lao's voice came from the loudspeaker, suppressing all the chaos around him:

"The preparation for kowtowing, first the mother's family in Zhouzhuang in the east and then the son-in-law, there are not many guests today, and then we will salute together."

"Guests from Zhouzhuang, you can come over!"

It can be seen that the ancient precepts are still followed here, and the water spilled by the girl who marries out is not of high status, and the way of kowtowing is also a more cumbersome nine kowtows.

Everyone salutes in turn, first bowing and condolence, and then there are procedures such as making offerings, lifting the coffin, and going on the road, during which they also have to salute.

When you go to the grave, you have to bow down.

Count them carefully,

Not counting the one time you come to the door, you have to kowtow three times to complete the process.

On the occasion of bowing, Jia Lao stood in front of the statue of the deceased and shouted, handed incense and wine from time to time, and knelt on both sides of the deceased's sons and daughters.

When others finish bowing, the descendants of the family will kowtow in return.

It's an old tradition, but it still continues today, knowing that it's just a formality, but no one mentions acting briefly.

As a bystander, Fang Zheng looked at this scene and seemed to be able to see the inheritance of the Xia people for thousands of years, and he sighed for a while.

This cumbersome etiquette is not good or bad......

"Stop!"

Seeing that everyone had already carried the coffin on the road, they were about to go to the cemetery for burial, when a group of big men in black suits got down from the van to block the way.

The leader's face was full of flesh, his eyes were full of anger, and he stretched out his big hand and shouted:

"Stop!"

"Wang Hu!" In the crowd, a white-clothed filial son's face changed greatly, and he stepped forward and said angrily:

"What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" Wang Hu's eyes widened, and he pushed a handful of filial sons, directly pushing people to the ground:

"I'm going to ask you what you're going to do?"

"My mother is dead, and I won't be notified a word, and I will be buried in your Jia family cemetery, what do you mean?"

Well?

Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment, couldn't help but look at Xiao Liu, and asked with a puzzled face:

"What's going on?"

Who is the family of the deceased? How can there still be robbers of the dead? Then why didn't Wang Hu notify him if he claimed to be the son of the deceased?

Xiao Liu's face was embarrassed, and he looked around cautiously before he whispered:

"The sixth grandmother was married later, and the original husband became a widow after his death, and he lived with the sixth grandfather for a few years."

"Wang Hu is her former son."

Oh!

It's clear.

This is one mother and two doors, after the death of the deceased, the sons of the two families want to bury people in their own cemeteries, the Jia family did not even directly notify the Wang family of the death of the deceased, and planned to bury the person secretly.

You can't dig people's ancestral graves, and the entire Jiajia Village will not be willing to do so at that time.

But......

Now it seems that there is an obvious mistake, and on the day of the burial, he was intercepted in the middle of the road.

"Hey!"

Xiaoliu sighed:

"I said that things can't be done like this, even if Wang Hu's guy is doing business in Nanzhou, his hometown is not unreported."

"It's time to lay things out and discuss them together."

This is the old man's words, Fang Zheng nodded, he couldn't see that Xiao Liu was young and babbling, and his mind was extremely transparent.

The filial son of the Jia family got up from the ground and said angrily:

"Wang Hu, my mother wants to be buried in the Jia family cemetery, what does it matter to you?"

"Bury Jia's house?" Wang Hu was disdainful:

"!"

"My mother has only been married for a few years, and the old man died early, and the two of them are living together, how can they have any feelings?"

"Say ...... again"

He snorted coldly and said reluctantly:

"Buried in the Jia family, do you want me to come over and go to the grave of your Jia family ancestors?"

"Ahem...... "Ahem" Jia Lao, as a mourning official, is also a respected elder in Jiajia Village, naturally he can't pretend not to see something when he encounters something, he took a step forward with a dry cough twice, and said slowly:

"My younger brother and sister want to be buried in Jia's house, this is what she said herself, and there were several villagers present at the time, so this matter cannot be faked."

"Wang Hu."

"If you really love your mother, you should follow the will of your younger siblings."

"Third Master."

Facing Jia Lao, Wang Hu also showed respect, and said in a muffled voice:

"I already asked when I came back, it was Jia Qiang and a few of them who were present at the time, and I didn't believe what they said!"

"If you are here, I would like to believe it."

"This ......" Jia Lao's expression changed slightly, and he turned his head to look at Jia Qiang.

He was indeed not present at the time, so naturally he could not lie against his will at this time, and even the villagers themselves were suspicious.

Did the deceased really say that?

"Third uncle!"

Jia Qiang's face changed, and he suddenly gritted his teeth, and said:

"Please cast a spell, summon Aunt Xiu's soul, and ask her what she thinks!"

"Huh?"

"What?"

"...... Uproar"

There was an instant low noise in the field, and everyone's faces changed, some with fear in their eyes, and some with curiosity and excitement.

Please God up?

In the crowd, Fang Zheng's eyebrows were slightly raised.

After death, the soul does not dissipate instantly, but has a process of disappearance, which takes about seven days.

This is how the coffin rests for seven days, so that the soul of the deceased will stay with his family until the seven days later, when he returns to the underworld or disperses in the underworld.

Therefore, within seven days, you can cast a spell to summon the soul to inquire about it.

Of course.

As soon as a person dies, the soul begins to dissipate, and many memories will be forgotten over time, and only certain impressive things can be remembered.

But......

Soul summoning is something that even many mages can't master spells, and Jia Lao doesn't even have mana in his body, so he can ask the gods to come up?

"Good!"

Wang Hu nodded:

"Please ask the third master to cast a spell!"

Jia Lao's face changed, his eyes flashed, and Fang nodded slowly:

"That's it!"

"I'll ask about the souls of my younger siblings when I cast a spell, but make it clear in advance, and once you ask clearly, you can't quarrel again."

"Of course!"

"No problem!"

Jia Qiang and Wang Hu nodded in unison.

(End of chapter)