"Master, please save our Mianjiang Village!"

　　 Good fellow, immediately after Grandpa Sun, the other people around the shack also knelt down and prayed.

　　 "Get up all!"

　　 Said that the old Taoist waved his sleeves very chicly, and a gentle force instantly helped all the people around him. At that time, the old Taoist person had the aura of being a master.

"Don't worry! Since I have brought it up, the old Taoist priest, I will naturally not let it go, but as I said just now, if you want to get rid of this resentment, you must first find out the source of this resentment. In Mianjiang Village, has there been anything strange, or something strange?"

　　 After helping everyone up, the old Taoist said again.

　　 "The Taoist leader Gao Yi, everyone quickly helps to think about what weird things have happened in our Mianjiang Village, and are there any strange things."

　　 Grandpa Sun said, arching his hands.

　　 "By the way, I remembered one thing."

　　 "What's the matter, quickly talk about it."

"Just as it was almost two years ago, Wang Ermazi went out of the river to fish and caught a large catfish more than three meters in length, which is more than 300 kilograms. Would you say that this catfish has become fine? , I felt angry after being killed, and turned into a ghost to come back for revenge."

　　 "What do you think? Not to mention that fish, crabs, insects and birds are food for all living beings. Do you think that if that catfish really becomes refined, can it fall into the hands of you and other ordinary people?"

　　 The old Taoist rolled his eyes silently and said.

"Think again?"

　　 "By the way, I thought of one thing, it was that three years ago! You should all know it!"

　　 "You mean, three years ago, there were torrential rains in Mianjiang Village, and there were more landslides."

　　 "That's right! That heavy rain that time is called Xie Hu. It has been down for more than half a month without stopping, and many nearby rocks have landslides."

　　 "Yeah! Many people died because of this. Even the granddaughter of the old man died in that incident."

　　 "Hey, do you think it's because of this!"

　　………………

　　 "Actually, I know what you said."

　　 Seeing the crowd chattering, after pulling further and further, Wang Musheng finally spoke. Obviously, because of the nature of that matter, no one would let him pass it down. Obviously, this matter has been buried in the dust of time.

"you know?"

　　 The old Taoist asked Wang Musheng with a strange look.

"Well, I met a strange person before. He told me about this incident. This incident happened 632 years ago. At that time, it was not called Mianjiang Village, but it was called Mianjiang Village. Baijiacun..."

"This……."

　　 After listening to Wang Musheng's report, the villagers around the shack were all speechless for a while. Perhaps in a short time, they would find it difficult to accept the information!

　　 "That's no wonder, I said how much hatred this is! I would rather never be overborn but turn into a broken door nail and kill the entire Mianjiang Village."

　　 The old Taoist said suddenly.

　　 "I thought it was a disaster without delusion, but I didn't expect that, the leader, there is a way to solve it."

　　 Grandpa Sun said bitterly.

　　 "Shili Yellow Turban Road, Baihan Funeral Coffin, Baima Village Hijab, a pool of Huitou Spring."

　　 Before the old Taoist could answer, Wang Musheng said first.

"what!"

　　 "This is the way to understand this hatred that has lasted hundreds of years."

　　 "What does the Taoist mean?"

　　 "This is not easy. They want you to prepare a yellow banner that stretches for ten miles to see off. It needs a good coffin to be carried by a hundred strong men, and the whole village is covered with hemp and filial piety."

　　 "No problem, as long as we can restore the peace of Mianjiang Village and understand this hatred, we will not hesitate to do more things, but what is the Huitou Spring of the Taoist Chief!"

　　 "Huitouquan, tears of regret, what he wants is your confession, the confession of the sins of your ancestors."

　　 "……."

　　 Although there were some twists and turns in the middle, this grand funeral was held as requested.

　　 Starting from the small port on the Mianjiang River in the south of the village, the roads are lined with yellow flags struck with bamboo poles, with black fonts filled with various elegiac couplets.

　　 stretched until the last time Wang Musheng visited Liu Ziyu’s small courtyard on the bank of the river, which was exactly ten miles away, but at this time the small courtyard was gone, and some of it was just a wasteland.

The coffin is made of high-quality nanmu. In order to make up the materials for this good coffin, it can be said that the entire Mianjiang Village has been struggling to make up for it. The beams of many houses were demolished and the good furniture was enough. The wood of this coffin.

It’s not the bones inside. In fact, it’s impossible to find the bones. After all, it’s been more than six hundred years. Inside is a jade medallion made by an old Taoist priest with Bai Zhiwen written on it at UU Reading www.uukanshu.com. The words Bai Ziyu.

　　The coffin is on the way, the whole village is wearing filthy filial piety, crying and seeing off.

The final place of burial is the wasteland on the bank of the river. When the villagers dig a burial pit, many ruined houses were dug out, and there were even a lot of gold and jade money. According to the villagers, those They are all the money that the villagers lost in the gambling shop before.

　　 The funeral was over, and the grievances that had been hanging over Mianjiang Village finally dissipated. The villagers also walked off the field again, propped up the fishing boat, and spread the fishing net.

　　 Although the street still seemed very deserted, there was already laughter.

Wang Musheng and the old Taoist priests also left. When they left, the villagers gave away a lot of gold and silver. In addition, the villagers also offered a lot of gold and silver, but they only took a little to carry with them. In fact, Wang Musheng wanted to get more. Unfortunately, I was stopped by the old Taoist who pretended to be an expert and addicted these days.

"Dao Master, what exactly is Feng Shui! I have heard old people say that if they can be buried in the treasures of Feng Shui after death, then their descendants will be able to get rich and fortune. You also said before that Feng Shui in Mianjiang Village is a golden trough. , A very nice place.

　　 In this way, this white house lives in such a treasured geomantic place, so naturally it should be good for life and prolonged life. Why did it suffer such misfortune, even the family loss? "

　　 Wang Musheng asked suspiciously.

"Actually, these are the misunderstandings of the mundane people about the feng shui and numerology. This world is like a dining table, and all kinds of feng shui are like the dishes on the table. Good feng shui is the delicious dishes, those evil ones. The land of feng shui is equivalent to unpalatable dishes.

　　Good dishes are delicious, but if you eat too much, it will be uncomfortable to eat too much.