"Empty, nothing!"

"It's not a bone jar, just take it out and throw it away!"

The master looked at it, responded confidently, and waved his hand to let people take it out.

"Uh......"

Bochen wanted to stop it, Zhang Ping'an raised his hand to stop Bochen's nonsense.

"Master, is this appropriate?"

Dafang swallowed his spit, if there was a choice, no one was willing, digging other people's graves to build their own houses.

It's unlucky.

And it makes the hearts of the living who live in it hairy.

Those who have taboos, and even if something unsatisfactory happens in the future, they can subconsciously associate this clay pot.

"Nothing is inappropriate, no taboos!"

"It's just an empty jar, maybe someone buried a jar of wine here."

"Otherwise, it won't be empty, and seeing that this jar is stoneware, there is no reason to use it for bones."

The master still shook his head in denial, and the jar in the pit was filled with human bones.

And when the crowd heard this, they nodded in disapproval.

"Okay, then take it out!"

Dafang waved his hand and asked the two young men to take the jar out.

A few shovels went down, and the dirt around the jar was dug up.

As soon as a man got his hands on it, the crockpot was split into three pieces.

And the cracks are all old marks.

"Master, take it out."

The jar, which was divided into three parts, was lowered to the ground.

When they approached, there was nothing but an empty jar.

"Look! There's nothing in there! ”

The master cupped his forehead and swallowed.

Fortunately, there was nothing in the jar, otherwise the master's reputation would have been lost.

"Oh, throw the broken tiles away and continue to prepare the ground."

Seeing this, Dafang also believed the master, and then kicked the broken jar.

In the blink of an eye, construction continued at the construction site.

Looking at the villagers in front of them who are working hard to build a new home, everything is so harmonious.

There was no anomaly, and naturally Zhang Ping'an and others were directly forgotten aside.

From day to night.

When night fell, Zhang Ping'an and his group actually watched a daytime family work.

The land where the house was built was leveled, and it was a huge space, at least more than 100 square meters.

In the past, it was already a very large house.

The trench of the foundation was also dug out.

"Heavenly Master, can we leave!"

Lin Meng saw that everything was going well at the moment, but on the construction site, he was disgusted by others, so he simply left.

But when it gets dark, where are they supposed to go?

"Hmm."

Zhang Ping'an responded.

Several people discussed, so they had to hurry back to the car.

"Where's the car?"

However, the group returned to the flat area at the mouth of the funnel, where their car had been parked.

There are no cars left.

"A hundred years ago, people had to look at whether they had seen a car or not."

"So, we don't have a car!"

Zhang Ping'an shook his head.

"But how do you explain that?"

Liu Yue stood up and flashed the camera he was carrying.

Even though everything had changed, the camera in his hand was still there.

"It's an illusion, and it doesn't follow certain logic!"

Zhang Ping'an groaned.

"Heavenly Master, since it's an illusion!"

"We have to find a way to get out of the illusion and break the situation."

Lin Meng experienced a terrifying scene, and he didn't want to stay in the illusion world any longer.

No one knows, if it continues, what will happen next.

“……”

Haiqiu Dao Chang took his head, and he was the one who broke the game.

However, now that the head of the Haiqiu Dao is also numb, he has never encountered such a situation.

"Heavenly Master, teach me!"

Haiqiu Dao Chang was helpless, and immediately surrendered to Zhang Ping'an.

Zhang Ping'an raised his head and looked at the barren Qingzhugou at the moment, and the original rice fields had disappeared.

The green grass has become a barren grass.

"To break the game, we have to analyze how this game was formed?"

Zhang Ping'an groaned.

"Originally, everything was fine, but after digging Jiang An's grave, this bureau was formed."

"It's an unintentional Heavenly Evil Situation!"

Haiqiu Daoist said it again under Zhang Ping'an's reminder and Zhang Ping'an's previous narration.

"Well, in that case, we have to break the game, the simplest and most crude way."

"It's just going back to the way it used to be, but it's hard."

Zhang Ping'an said, glancing at Jiang An, who was looming beside him.

It's all been dug up, and if you bury it, it's hard to bury it in that position.

What's more, a small three-story bungalow has been built in reality in that location.

"Then there is continuous destruction, since changing the terrain can form a heavenly evil situation."

"Then continue to destroy and change the pattern of the Tiansha Bureau, and you can also achieve the destruction of the Tiansha Bureau."

"But it still needs strength, which is something that hasn't been mentioned before."

Zhang Ping'an groaned.

This method was already in place when Zhang Ping'an first entered Qingzhu Village.

But to do this, it is impossible to cut down a village and build a monument.

"Heavenly Master, is there any other way?"

"Is that the third way that works?"

Lin Meng was also anxious, she was not only worried about her own safety, but also had to take care of her own tasks.

This trip is to follow Zhang Ping'an in Qingzhu Village, promote the outdoor shooting of Chinese culture, and provide video materials for variety shows.

But now, I'm in a fantasy world.

That is, you can't get out of the illusion, and you can't break the game.

"Yes, but the previous magic spell is no longer effective!"

"We have to find another way, we can't stop the house."

"But we can interfere in the development of things in the illusion world!"

Zhang Ping'an pondered.

Since the Heavenly Evil Situation can cause hallucinations, and it may make the collective fall into a deep illusion.

Not for nothing.

Then start straight from the illusion.

"But, Heavenly Master, can reality be changed in the illusion?"

This is another problem.

The camera Liu Yue was carrying in his hand was still working.

Although in the dimness, the faces of the people were not photographed, but the lower bodies of the people at the scene could be seen.

You can also hear people's conversations.

[I'm going? Am I also in the realm of illusions? Why am I confused? 】

[In the illusion, change the development of things in the future, so as to affect the real situation? 】

[This, how does it sound, very weird, very magical? 】

[I feel like I've entered a fantasy world!] 】

Netizens were confused.

[Whatever? I still believe in the Heavenly Master, since there is such a statement, it naturally makes sense! 】

However, Zhang Ping'an's die-hard fans did not hesitate to choose to believe Zhang Ping'an.

Extrapolating backwards, if Zhang Ping'an can't handle this, then no one can really handle it.

The journey of Chinese culture, this part of the Heavenly Master Zhang Ping'an is about to end.

"Heavenly Master, how do you do it?"

"We need all of us to cooperate!"

Lin Meng was anxious, immediately asked, and expressed his position.

"Yes, Heavenly Master, I am willing to help too!"

Jiang An also spoke, but the image was still vague, even though the night had arrived.

"Tonight, we probably don't have anything to eat, so everyone has to bear with it."

Zhang Ping'an said, looking up at Qingzhugou. (End of chapter)