"Village chief, I don't think the weather in your village is quite right. ”

In a word, the village chief, who was over seventy years old, said with a solemn face, and looked at each other at the same table to inquire.

Mr. Feng Shui's surname is Hu, and he was invited by the old aconitum who swept the ancestral hall. It is said that Kanyu means very well, and the Xijiang area is very famous. The old aconitum said that please come and show the village feng shui, sweep away the bad luck, so that the children of Wutong Village will have a good idea in the future. I deliberately asked the village chief for leave, and rode a green-headed mule for six days to Dingma Village, 400 miles away, to ask for someone. promised a reward of six taels of silver, so that it was finally invited.

Mr. Nahu was thirty-one or twelve years old, very thin, wearing a half-worn yellow cloth straight jacket, and his appearance was quite elegant, except that he had two thin mustaches on his lips, which were very disproportionate. His methods were really good, and at noon he came to Wutong Village with the old aconite, and drew a few fixed runes for the village chief and the village Zongwang to boil water and swallow. After drinking the Fu water, everyone felt that there was clear qi penetrating from the Baihui acupoint on the top of their heads, and their eyes were clear and their vision was clear in just a moment. The spirit is also vigorous. Wu Jingde, who opened a pharmacy, fell a few years ago, and has been suffering from muscle and bone discomfort and pain in the rain. But after taking the Tranquility Rune, I felt that the feeling of overweight in my leg bones disappeared immediately, and I was very excited, and I ran in and out of the door several times.

But by virtue of this, the people were convinced that he was a man of great magic. And what he said was taken as an oracle.

"The wind is the master of wealth, and the water is the master. You see this wind, wet and dry, uneven warmth and cold, strong and difficult to last, fast and uneven, it is a sign that wealth is difficult to control. Mr. Hu twisted the rat whiskers in one hand and said with half-squinted eyes.

The people in the audience really felt that the wind passing through the hall of the ancestral hall was warm and warm, astringent and smooth, not like the usual habit of being slightly cool.

At that time, it was the middle of summer, Wutong Village was in the northwest of the Central Plains, and the wet and cold were particularly heavy, and there was no hot climate at this time. In terms of solar terms, it seems that it is only equivalent to the late spring in Lingnan, and the peach and plum fruit trees planted in the village are still plain flowers and pressed branches, and there is no intention of decay. At dusk, in the green bamboo and red flowers, the low ridge eaves are stacked one after another, the cooking smoke is everywhere, the village children and old people talk and laugh, and the sound of chickens and cows mooing is heard from time to time, and the end is a wonderful pastoral landscape.

Wutong Village is a surname village, more than 100 households, all are surnamed Wu, the people in the village make a living from farming, the gray walls and soil tiles of each house, only the ancestral hall of the clan in the center of the village is made to fly the eaves and overlap the corners, and it is splendid. Standing out from the crowd, as soon as you enter the village, you will feel distinct.

Seeing that everyone was looking "That's really the case!", Mr. Hu's face darkened, and continued: "If Hu guessed correctly, there must be no rich family in your village, and the villagers have no surplus wealth, and life is difficult. ”

The village chief looked ashamed and said: "It's the little old man's poor governance, but Mr. laughed and criticized, I hope Mr. will give me some guidance and save the people in our village." The little old man asked Mr. for help on their behalf. With that, he made a gesture to Mr. Feng Shui.

Mr. Nahu waved his hand and said: "It is the duty of the Fang Shi to save the people of Li from suffering, and the old village chief, you don't have to be polite." After pondering for a moment, he said: "If you want to reverse the feng shui and alternate the world, you must first check the pulse and trace the source, and I want to go to the most open place in your village to see." ”

Everyone looked at each other, and after a moment, Wu Ruopu, the teacher who was sitting at the back door, proposed: "Let's go to the grain field, the place can be a little more spacious." Mr. Hu answered, and everyone got up and went out. The old aconitum who stood solemnly on the side from beginning to end did not speak, and after everyone left the ancestral hall, he walked to the clan spirit card, and stood still and thought about it for a while. The light in the ancestral hall was bright, and I saw that half of his face was twisted and protruding, connected to the top of his forehead, with no hair and scars. It turned out to be destroyed by fire. His left hand was also broken at the elbow, leaving only an empty sleeve, but I don't know if it was a knife wound or a fire.

After a while, the old aconitum trembled into the side hall, took out the incense candle, lit it and inserted it into the ding.

A group of people look at the northwest corner and go, the terrain is higher and higher, when they reach the grain field, they look down on the village, but they see people like the size of chickens and dogs, rushing back and forth. More than 100 houses crowded next to each other, gathering together. The green bamboo is repaired, and the ancient banyan is hanging in the shade, and you can see it as far as the eye can see. The grain field is the field where the villagers dry the grain, and the yellow earth with a radius of dozens of zhang is flat and flat, and it is rammed and strong, and it can withstand the rain.

Mr. Nahu set aside the crowd, looked around with his hands behind his back, and took up the compass from time to time to survey. Everyone was worried, and they didn't understand the mystery, so they had to wait patiently. At this time, the old aconitum had locked the ancestral hall and rushed to the grain field.

After about a pillar of incense, Mr. Hu finished his investigation and returned to the crowd. The village chief hurriedly asked, "I don't know what Mr. thinks? Can we still revive the Yundao in Wutong Village?"

Mr. Hu looked embarrassed, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and said to everyone: "The feng shui pattern of your village is a little strange, the pulse is intermittent, and the ground is short of surplus and watch, alas, it is indeed very puzzling, the reason for this, I don't know at present, I am tired of the village chief leading the way, I also want to see the source of flowing water in your village, what is the specific situation, and I will judge later." ”

Seeing that he was cautious, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart. Dumbfounded, speechless. Only the old aconite nodded slightly, quite happy, and everyone was troubled, but no one saw it.

The old village chief led the way and led everyone to the jasper pond at the west entrance of the village. This distance is not close, and a cadre of Zongwang has already entered the sixtieth year, and after walking all the way, he is tired and wheezing like a cow.

Mr. Hu walked to the edge of the pond and stared at the center of the pool, but saw a thin smoke gathering in a cage, and a large piece of clear and pure jade-like blue water swirling leisurely. Where it is attached to the rock wall, there is a bubbling spring. Originally, this pond is formed by the rock-breaking accumulation of the river, the water quality is luscious and clear, warm and mellow and translucent, the grass on the bank is moist and dyed, and it is lush and green.

After reading it, Mr. Feng Shui's brows were deeply locked, and he seemed to have a great problem. Pacing back slowly, he said: "Although the wind is sluggish, it can also attract wealth to the household, and the mountains are high one after another, the pulse is endless, the water is clear and quiet, and the heirs must be prosperous and wealthy." The so-called dragon god on the mountain does not enter the water, and the zero god on the water does not go up the mountain. And the true dragon does not spit out evil water, and the evil water does not go to the true dragon. The layout of your village should be the best, but it is just ......"

When everyone saw what he said, and he sold his son, they were all worried in their hearts. The village chief stepped forward in a crowd, approached him, and secretly stuffed a tael of silver. Seeking: "The people of Wutong Village are young and financially weak, and life is too difficult. I also hope that Mr. will guide you through the maze! What is the discomfort in the pattern of feng shui, and what are the difficulties in the affairs, but please make it clear that it is okay, as long as the little old man can do it, he will never dare to refuse. ”

Mr. Hu put the silver on his sleeve, and then said: "Since the village chief said so, Hu didn't dare to hide it." According to the magic and Taoism, Feng Shui is relied on, and Qi is also. If luck is prosperous, people will be wealthy. However, according to the investigation, although your village is not false, it seems that there is an external qi to ride and deceive, and under the careful knocking, there must be something unknown to lock the key, causing suffocation. It is not difficult to unlock, but even if I unlock the lock today, if your village is really big, it will take time, not overnight. ”

The village chief nodded and said, "As long as the lock town is removed, the whole Wutong Village will be grateful for Mr. 's great kindness." ”

Everyone echoed it, and they all said yes.

At this time, the old aconite, who had been silent for a long time, stepped forward with ecstasy on his face. Holding Mr. Feng Shui's hand and shaking it again and again.

"Now I've really found the right person! Mr. Hu really has insight into the mystery! Hahahaha! Wutong Village has been saved!"

"What? You're going to the valley!?"

The faces of the people turned pale, and they looked at each other, as if they had heard something terrible.

Mr. Hu saw it in his eyes, his brows furrowed, but he didn't speak.

However, the valley is eight miles west of the village, the two veins of peaks and peaks come from the north and south, converge here, but do not connect, side by side meandering, leaving only a canyon in the middle, the width can accommodate six cars and horses to pass, the length is about four miles. The gorge is high and steep, and there are vines and kudzu attached and entwined like a net. For decades, when the woodcutters of Wutong Village passed by, there were many accidents and fatal accidents, and it was gradually rumored to be an ominous place. Some people also say that every time the moon is full, there will be a green mist rising in the valley, and the demon shadows in the fog are full of buildings, and the mournful sound is endless.

The rumors of the villagers are mostly unspeculative. However, the rumors are like a tide, and after a long time, the valley has become a place where demons gather and ghosts live in evil. Everyone was afraid, and no one dared to approach the passage anymore. The notoriety of "Nai He Valley" comes from this, which means that when you step into this valley, it is like walking on the Yin Si Nai He Bridge, and there is no turning back.

"No...... Master Wu, we will all have the risk of accidents when we go, so ......" Mr. Teaching first passed on the intention of retiring. The others looked at each other and hesitated.

"If you don't go, you'll be ruined if you don't go to Wutong Village! Think about the children! The scientific examination is nameless, there is no hope of becoming an official, and the food and clothing are not as good as others. Now that Mr. Hu is here, it is a great opportunity, what are you afraid of?!"

The old aconite saw that everyone was hesitant to retreat, and couldn't help but be furious, his face was hot, and he shouted loudly. An ugly face is quite hideous, and he is very afraid of people.

"My Wujia town has guarded Wutong Village for more than 300 years, in order to be the luck of Wutong Village, today the blessing is profound, please Mr. Hu to come, it is the time to solve the disaster, but you believe in the ghost rumors, afraid of death and dare not go. I might as well tell you, I have to go six times a year in Nai He Valley, and if I die, I will die a long time ago!"

Only then did everyone remember that every year before and after the sting, the Dragon Boat Festival, and the half of July, when the old aconitum always spent money from the village to buy goods into the valley, but no one could find out what the specific thing was, and the gods and gods were strange. If it weren't for the previous village head's last word, saying that he must give supplies according to his words, it would be related to the thousand-year-old luck of Wutong Village. The words are serious, and everyone dare not disobey.

"But ......" Wu Ruopu wanted to defend himself, but he was speechless, so he only bowed his head and stepped aside and looked at the village chief.

The village chief sighed and said, "Just according to Lao Wu's words, no one wants to see the children like this." Then he turned to Mr. Hu and said, "In this way, it depends on Mr. Hu's strength." Mr. Hu's face sank like water, and he said yes, his eyes rolled around, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Hey, why did this nail jump out? I think it's okay when it's clear?" As soon as the old aconitum entered the hole, he squatted down and said strangely.

There was a nail lying horizontally on the ground, and three inches to its side, there was a hole the thickness of a finger. Looking to the left and right from the nail hole, a nail is driven into the ground every two palms apart, forming a large circle around a coffin. It seems that the nail was also driven into the ground, but somehow it jumped out.

The copper nails are red and black, with a round head and a square body, and they are three fingers long. The nail body is inlaid with a demon suppression spirit dragon, with claws and beards, scales and armor, and the smelting process is exquisite. The nail cap is as big as chess, and the top is engraved with the inscription of the word "well", and the word "well for prison" is used for this according to Taoist legend, which is the meaning of the soul lock. The inscription is filled with cinnabar, and although the years have passed, the cinnabar is still bright red as new.

"Linglong Town Nails!" Mr. Hu's face was overjoyed, and he turned pale again. "This is a Taoist treasure of suppressing evil!" he rubbed the slender nail in his hand, his eyes wandering, obviously thinking about it.

He vaguely remembered the method of smelting nails in Linglong Town in the "Da Yuan Refining True Scripture" in his family's collection: Yang copper smelting for seven days, and Jinding cultivating qi for seven days. Dyeing with black dog blood for seven days, after seven days every time the sun arrives, then continue to engrave the word "well" in prison, inlay the plate nail spirit dragon, etc., it takes a total of 7749 days, and then set up the altar to invite God, spell refining, cinnabar filling and dyeing and other follow-up work, extremely complicated, nailed into the mana extraordinary, can be called the holy object of warding off evil spirits.

Its method is painstaking and laborious, and it is combined with yin and yang at four times. Mr. Hu always thought it was just a fabrication, but he didn't expect to be able to see the real thing today.

Mr. Hu lowered his head, looked at the nails all over the ground that surrounded the coffin into a Tai Chi array, and muttered to himself: "What is in the coffin, you have to use 360 Linglong Zhen Nails?

And the village chief and the others, since they entered the tomb, have been colorless, crowded and piled up at the entrance of the cave, looking at the terrifying black coffin with their eyes in a flash, for fear that the things in the town will suddenly come out. It's no wonder that they are so nervous, it is already extremely numbing to enter the Nai He Valley, and this tomb is even more demonic, it actually goes deep into the hinterland of the canyon, and the hanging wall is chiseled. If it weren't for the old aconitum leading all the way, even if someone passed by the side, they wouldn't have seen that this vine and luo were tangled, and there was such a stone room hidden in the rock wall overgrown with wild trees.

The stone room is not big, more than one zhang in circumference, one and a half people high, and can accommodate ten people. There are marks of chopping on the wall of the room, which is obviously made of knives and axes. Several very large charms were drawn on it with cinnabar, and from the roof of the room to the ground, it was as red as blood. The coffin dwells in the center of the room, and is painted with black dog blood, and the color is dull. Judging by its texture, it should be made of teak, which is extremely thick and rough, and there is no carving and lettering on ordinary coffins. The coffin was covered with yellow prayer silk, densely written with prayers for the dead and words of renunciation of evil and goodness, and the words were purple and black like a fly's head, apparently written in blood. The ink fountain line is tied on the warp silk with the method of seven-star twist buckle, the end of the thread is straight, and the Linglong town nail on the ground is connected. Around the coffin, four on the left and four on the right, two on the top and two on the bottom, there are twelve town tomb figurines. The tomb beast is half a human high, cast in bronze, and its appearance is very different from that of the tomb beast seen by the people, with horns on its head, wings, bulging eyes and teeth, and a hideous face. Mr. Hu has been looking at yin and yang feng shui for more than ten years, but he has never seen such a peculiar tomb beast.

On the four corners of the tomb, there are four bronze demon mirrors the size of human faces, and the faint light is faint, and they are all aimed at the coffin. On the ground, there were countless yellow runes scattered on the ground.

Such a layout is extremely grand.

Mr. Hu looked at the arrangement carefully, and couldn't help but feel fearful, and he couldn't help but feel the invasion of the cold. When he turned around, he saw that the village chief and the village sect were trembling, their faces were like earth, so they said in a loud voice: "This place is not suitable for a long time, let's go out first." Thinking about it, he felt that he should take the nail back and take it for a better look, so he took it into his bosom, picked another talisman from the ground, turned and strode towards the mouth of the cave.

A group of people had already felt inappropriate, and when they heard this, they heard the sound of Yu Zhilun. Rushing to escape, regardless of their age and physical strength, the two of them could not climb the cliff as high as they climbed and fell, and everyone jumped to beat the young people. More than a dozen old men jumped off the cliff together, which is the only scene in the world, and it is magnificent.

Everyone ran back to the village without touching their feet, and sat down in order in the ancestral hall hall, Fang Shu breathed a sigh of relief in his chest. Undecided, the old man Wu Yanming, who lived in the south of the village, spoke first: "Village chief, who is buried in the coffin, the tomb is so terrifying?"

The village chief smiled bitterly and shook his head. Mr. Hu lowered his head and pondered since he entered the room, and his heart was rapidly calculating, secretly exclaiming that it was bad. The person buried in the coffin seemed to have a very large background, and he actually used 360 Linglong Suppression Nails to suppress the evil, Rao was used to being a dead man, and often dealt with the coffin in the tomb, but he was also deeply frightened when he suddenly saw such evil things. I thought I would just look at feng shui, put a few stone beast statues, move one or two tombs to make a show, and hand in the errand. But who knew that it was so tricky, and when he was about to shirk it, he saw that the old aconitum and the village chief and others were earnest in their words, and their faces were full of hope, and it was really difficult to refuse. Moreover, I was really reluctant to pay the six taels of silver in my heart. Six taels of silver is enough for half a year's food for ordinary people.

"It must be Luo Tian's nine-headed ghost. Mr. Hu opened the tea bowl, took a sip of herbal tea, and said slowly. Everyone looked at him solemnly, speechless for a while, and didn't dare to ask what kind of ghost this Luo Tian nine-headed ghost was.

"This ghost has a fierce temperament, the body of a snake, the head of a man, has nine heads, and specializes in eating human essence and blood, absorbing souls. Everywhere I went, villages were looted and lives were devastated. Alas, it's really a bad way of heaven to allow such a monster to be born. With a few words, the full seat of more than ten people was frightened to the point that their faces were like earth, and they trembled like chaff.

"Mr. Hu, this ......" The old aconite had a puzzled face, and said: "Does Mr. really know that this coffin must be Luo Tian's nine-headed ghost?" Mr. Hu's mind was racing, but he didn't answer, and sighed: "What kind of ghost is it, I actually don't care much, anyway, if I met it today, it will definitely make him annihilated, and there will be no bones." Alas, weren't we cultivators originally doing what we were doing to subdue demons and subdue demons, and it was our duty to eliminate harm for the people. ”

The old aconitum nodded yes, and said: "I don't know what is in the tomb when I think Mr. Hu, today in front of everyone, I will tell you in detail what I know, but I hope it can help to eliminate the harm." I hope that Mr. Hu's holy hand will help Wutong Village from misfortune. Mr. Hu nodded in agreement.

"There is a terrible ghost in the coffin, this is undoubted......" said the old aconite.

"Ahh......h What a ghost?!" Mr. Hu was shocked, as if he had been softened by his spine, and slipped off his chair.

"Of course," said the old aconite, "don't you believe Mr. Hu? After a pause, he seemed to be considering his tone: "My Wu family has been guarding this place since four hundred years ago, and I have been thirty-two generations. What was guarded in the cave, why it was towned, and who was towned, originally the original reason is described in detail in my family tree. It's a pity......" He swallowed hard, turned his head to look at the village chief and the others, and said: "You still remember that fifty-six years ago, the village walked in the water, and the fire burned my father and mother along with all the collections, hey! ”

Everyone nodded, and they were all silent.

"At that time, I was still young, and my father took me to the valley every year to burn paper money and sprinkle dog blood on the sting, Qingming, Dragon Boat Festival, July 14, Chongyang Festival and autumn equinox. I also asked what was in the coffin, and now that I think about it, it seems that what is called a 'cold woman', who can eat people. My father warned me not to neglect this thing, and to be vigilant and inspect every year, so as not to miss mistakes. And in the six solar terms such as the Dragon Boat Festival during the Qingming Festival, with the power of yin and yang, the charm is burned and sprinkled with blood to fill the aura of suppression. ”

"Cannibalistic ......" Mr. Hu muttered these two words in his heart, with a very strange expression on his face.

"I'm not afraid of everyone's jokes, the old Wu family was originally also a Taoist family, but after the fire, hehe, when I am finished, my father didn't leave me anything, and I don't know how to spell. crippled again, no one wants to marry an ugly monster. My family is a single line, and I will ...... in the future It's a no-brainer. It's just that I still remember that the Wu family has to protect Wutong Village for generations, and they have to go to the tomb every year to patrol their homework to prevent the ghosts from getting out of trouble. ”

Only then did everyone relieve their doubts, and when they learned that his life was miserable, they felt compassion. It is even more rare that he has adhered to his family morals for decades and defended the villagers, and he can't help but be in awe of this gray-headed and terrifying old man.

"Mr. Hu, look ......" The village chief turned around and inquired about the feng shui master. Mr. Hu's face suddenly seemed to be much whiter, and his eyes seemed to be bigger than before. Hearing the village chief's question, he froze his mind, waved his hand, and said, "Everyone, uh, everyone, this ...... Don't worry, Hu is here today, it is necessary to ...... This, come up with a comprehensive plan to relieve the village of this disaster...... Scourge. Tonight, I will open the altar and ask the Emperor of Sanqing to come down and subdue the demons. He stammered for a while, and then he finally became fluent.

The village chief waved at him and said, "So Mr. Lao." ”

"But, village chief, what is this reward......

When the village chief heard this, he hurriedly took out the sealed silver from his sleeve, offered it with both hands with a smile, and said, "It's ready for a long time, and it depends on Mr. 's strength." Mr. Hu stretched out his hand to take it, checked it, but it was more than six taels, knowing that the village chief had the heart to give more, grinned, sleeved, and made a gesture to everyone, and said: "I bother everyone to buy some yellow paper, cinnabar, realgar and black dog rooster supplies, I opened a list, sent someone to buy it, and the preparation was neat, and we opened the altar when we were young." ”

The village chief was busy asking someone to lay paper and grind ink, and Mr. Hu picked up the pen and wrote, Liao Liao number, round and square, and wrote neatly and delicately. The village chief sent a comprador to go.

Firewood was burning high, and the fragrance of pine branches permeated the surroundings.

A small square table was placed in front of the ancestral hall, covered with a new yellow cloth. There are three altars of incense burners and two pairs of red candles on the table. In addition, there are a number of fat chicken, white wine and glutinous rice.

Mr. Hu wore a yellow robe and walked five steps behind the table. Holding a peachwood sword, stepping on the seven star steps, closing his eyes and muttering a mantra. The fire was extinguished, but I saw that his Dao crown was majestic, his figure was fluttering, and the yin and yang fish pattern behind him was black and white, which was quite a bit of fairy wind and bones. At the request of Mr. Hu, the old aconitum and the village chief hid in the ancestral hall, watched through the crack in the door, and saw that he was skillful, shuttling between the fourteen life-keeping lamp bowls lit on the ground, without hesitation. I can't help but feel relieved and happy.

"Heaven and earth are yellow, the universe is desolate, all things are fateful, demons are arrogant, now I order the law, inherit the Dao Zang, the original form is gone, and ten thousand ghosts are hidden!" Mr. Hu fixed his horse step and waved out a talisman. It's also strange to say, obviously there is no fire in front of him, and as soon as the Fu Fu swings out, he hears the sound of "Whew!", and it burns fiercely. Mr. Hu didn't stop, poured the sword into his left hand, reached out and grabbed a large handful of glutinous rice from the bowl, and scattered it in front of him. In the dense sound, Mr. Hu opened his eyes sharply, looked directly into the void, and shouted categorically:

"Demons and monsters, kill those who are close to you! Taishang Laojun is as anxious as a law!" he picked up the wine and took a sip and sprayed it out of the candle. The wine was mixed with the oil that ignited the fire, and there was a violent crackling sound, and the feng shui master seemed to turn into Zhurong, swallowing the fire cloud, which was very fierce.

After throwing rice and spraying wine, Mr. Hu played two more swordsmanship. muttered in his mouth, kept his feet, and even more stopped burning talismans and stomping his feet, shouting and scolding. Everyone watched it wonderfully, but forgot the reason for his sword dance, it was purely a martial arts performance in the social drama, and when they saw the intensity, some people even applauded.

By the time the incense burned out, the opening of the altar was finally completed, and it took nearly two hours. Mr. Hu was not lightly tired, panting like thunder, and sweating like beans on his face. The glutinous rice, wine, chicken blood, and dog blood on the table were all splashed clean, staining the ground in front of the hall red and white. Before dinner, dozens of talismans were thrown all over the floor.

Everyone let Mr. Hu into the ancestral hall and honored him. Mr. Hu was not polite, sat down with a big thorn, took out a snow-white sweat towel from his arms and sweated, and slowly cleaned up for a while, and saw a group of old men with both eye bones and Adam's apple rolling, knowing that he had something to ask. Only then did he sigh and said, "It's so dangerous! The tomb has changed, and he will be out of the trap in about half a month!"

The crowd was horrified and hurriedly asked.

"But it doesn't matter, I've already trapped him with the Heavenly Thunder, Earth and Fire Formation. This monster has a strong mana, and I invited the True Martial Emperor to come but failed to subdue and destroy him. I had to temporarily strengthen the seal for him. Now, if he wants to run out, it will be three to five hundred years later, hahaha. ”

The village chief breathed a sigh of relief, smiled all over his face, and arched his hand: "Thank you, sir, for your great kindness and locking up this ghost thing." It's just that after three or five hundred years, he will come out again, how can we deal with him?"

Mr. Hu waved his hand and said: "There is no need to worry about this, the way of heaven is magnificent, negligent but not leaky, as early as ten years, as late as thirty or fifty years, someone will come to eliminate the harm to your village." The village chief "Oh!" and didn't ask any more questions.

The old aconitum picked up the conversation again and asked, "How does Sir know that someone will come in thirty or fifty years?"

Mr. Feng Shui was speechless. After pondering for a moment, he said: "When I was doing the right thing, the incarnation of the Sanqing Emperor told me that it would not last long, and someone who would eliminate demons would come to subdue him. Seeing that everyone still had doubts, he had to forcefully say: "The immortal oracle is not something that we ordinary people can fathom. It is useless to say more. However, there are many talented people in the world, if you can meet him by chance, your village might as well invite him again, maybe you will destroy this powerful ghost in advance. ”

The crowd stopped asking, and reorganized the feast, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves. This one was drunk until the rooster crowed. Mr. Hu was so drunk that he slept in a side room.

At noon the next day, after entertaining him for dinner, Mr. Hu resigned in every possible way, and the village chief refused to stay. Everyone was helpless, so they gave him an extra tael of silver, and let him lead the donkey and say goodbye.