Tianshi travels in the clouds, returns to the mountain and finds that his home has been stolen

"What did you say?"

"We won't go today!"

"Let's see what you can do to us?"

After hearing this, Wu's mother went crazy and acted wildly.

"Uncle Xu doesn't agree!"

Wu Long didn't explain much and directly explained the reason.

"what……"

Wu Laosan looked at Wu Long in horror. Wu Long was not good at joking, so what he said was true.

"Walk."

Wu Laosan also knew that Xu Yingshou was not easy to mess with. They could manipulate Xu Yingshou while he was alive.

But there was nothing they could do about Xu Yingshou's death.

The couple carefully followed Wu Long to the ancestral hall.

When they arrived at the entrance of the ancestral hall, everyone in the ancestral hall looked at them with angry eyes.

Take the filial piety at the door and put it on.

"Xu Yingshou, the person you were waiting for has arrived, have you seen it?"

Priest Haiqiu shouted.

"kneel!"

Taoist priest Haiqiu pointed at Wu Laosan and his wife again.

The two of them were really annoying, and now they didn't dare to say anything and just knelt down.

In an instant, the sound of suona sounded again in the ancestral hall, and everyone burst into tears.

Pick up the spike and put it in place again.

Taoist priest Haiqiu waved his axe.

"Boom boom boom!"

Three beeps, three clicks and it was in place, and nothing unusual happened this time.

"knock!"

Priest Haiqiu shouted.

Everyone kowtows.

"knock!"

"knock!"

Kowtow three times in a row.

"rise."

Only then did Taoist Master Haiqiu ask everyone to get up.

"The incense sticks are constantly burning, the paper of death is constantly burning, and they are guarded day and night."

After that, Taoist Priest Haiqiu stepped back and prepared to call it a day.

At this point, the entry ceremony ends.

The only person who truly showed his filial piety was Angkor, who spent the night beside the coffin.

The others dispersed, leaving a few men alone.

Ms. Qiao finally calmed down a bit, although she was still feeling uneasy.

But he still shared the work of taking care of Xu Danhong for Angkor.

Xu Danhong's disease is an infectious disease, so it is not just the psychological conflict caused by Xu Danhong's persecution of Angkor.

There is also the fear of infectious diseases.

Wu Laosan and his wife left the ancestral hall.

The villagers were still blaming them, and this made them realize.

It turned out that while they were hiding, the nails that sealed Xu Yingshou's coffin in the ancestral hall could not be driven in at all.

Two consecutive unsuccessful attempts resulted in the spike popping out.

"A nail that's seven inches long!"

Wu Laosan and his wife were stunned for a moment.

Only then did we know that Xu Yingshou was still haunted and would not leave if he could not be comforted.

Then not only Wu Laosan, but also the entire Nanwan Village would be in trouble.

At this time, they were terrified.

When the couple goes home, they have to stay close to each other.

……

The next day.

Although Zhang Pingan has decided where to bury Xu Yingshou.

But in order not to let the villagers think that he was making money too easily, he still held the floppy disk in his hand and searched all over the mountains.

Follow the compass and return to the ruins of Xu Yingshou's former house.

By this time, the houses were long gone, and even the building materials on the ruins were scarce.

"This is where Xu Yingshou is buried!"

"Good feng shui, let him rest in peace."

Hearing Zhang Pingan's words, the villagers who followed him to help were stunned.

But I thought that by being buried here, Xu Yingshou could rest in peace from now on without coming out to disturb Nanwan Village.

Everyone agrees.

Use the homestead to bury the dead.

Moreover, this land should originally belong to Xu Yingshou.

But there is a grave here, which really makes the villagers feel uncomfortable.

Of course, there are benefits to this.Whenever the villagers go to the back mountain, they will see Xu Yingshou's grave, which always reminds them.

"Tianshi, let's start work here."

Wu Long has become the talkative person in the clan.

"of course."

Zhang Pingan nodded.

The pinching of fingers combines Xu Yingshou's birth and death dates, and also matches the Feng Shui pattern.

"hiss……"

Zhang Pingan suddenly took a breath.

Subconsciously he glanced at Angkor, the only sufferer who followed him.

"Tianshi, what's wrong?"

Angkor was also shocked. Zhang Ping'an's demeanor and the sound he made indicated that there might be difficulties in burial here.

"Based on this, the Feng Shui for burial here is excellent and good, but it must be buried according to law."

Zhang Ping'an was really stunned. If Xu Yingshou died naturally, no matter how buried this acupoint was, it would be good feng shui.

But Xu Yingshou was a man who died unexpectedly, and the acupuncture points corresponding to him only had three feet available.

"Master Tian, ​​what is a legal burial?"

Angkor was confused.

Of course, others present were also a little confused. They had never heard of it, let alone seen it.

"This is a good acupoint, but corresponding to Xu Yingshou, this acupoint is only three feet square."

"If the coffin is placed flat, it naturally won't get the good feng shui here."

"The only way is to put the coffin upright and bury it. This is a legal burial."

Zhang Pingan explained.

"Tianshi, not even one meter?"

Wu Long was shocked.

In Nanwan Village, burial customs.

The dead were thrown away or buried casually.

Children who died in infancy were placed directly in caves or hung on trees.

For general burials, pits are dug on flat ground and holes are dug horizontally on slopes.

The kind of burial method Zhang Pingan mentioned has never been seen in Nanwan Village.

"Yes, less than one meter, only three feet."

"So, this acupuncture point must be dug very deep."

Zhang Pingan calculated and took steps to determine the precise position.

"hoe."

Zhang Pingan shouted.

Angkor handed the hoe to Zhang Pingan.

Bo Chen took the compass from Zhang Pingan's hand.

After Zhang Pingan got the hoe, he immediately sketched a square on the ground.

A square with a side length of only three feet.

"Wu Long, arrange the manpower according to the square I drew, three meters down."

Zhang Pingan immediately ordered Wu Long.

"Three meters?"

Wu Long was a little surprised again, but it wasn't that he was afraid of making an effort.

It is three meters down and there is only a pit three feet square, so it is not that easy to operate.

But this was what Zhang Pingan said, and he just exclaimed.

"Yes, not an inch less, not an inch more."

Zhang Pingan affirmed.

Wu Long nodded repeatedly and immediately arranged for the young and middle-aged people in the village to bring the guys over to start work.

Even digging this hole takes a lot of time.

Moreover, there are other materials that need to be transported here, which takes a lot of effort.

"Master Tian, ​​is this the Dragonfly Pointing Water Point?"

"Isn't it a little high here?"

Taoist priest Haiqiu also understood, but was confused.

Xu Yingshou's home is at the highest point, so when Xu Yingshou was driven away by the villagers, he would run towards the back mountain.

But at this height, even three meters down, water cannot be reached.

According to visual inspection, the height between this place and the river must be at least eight or nine meters.

"Don't worry, you can see the water."

"The water here does not necessarily have to come from the river, but can also come from the spring water coming down from the back mountain."

"Spring water is more spiritual and more suitable for a good acupuncture point."

Zhang Ping'an affirmed, holding the soil on the ground in his hand.

"Tianshi, if you pinch a handful of soil, can you tell how deep there is water underneath?"

Wu Long was shocked.

I have seen people looking for water sources, but I have never seen someone as simple and direct as Zhang Pingan.

"There is actually a problem with the draft of water in the village. It is difficult to get a mouthful of water even from the Omi River."

Wu Long nodded and had an idea in his mind. (End of chapter)