Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 3 Master Formation
As the rooster crows three times, a ray of sky appears in the east, and the ghostly figure outside Ding's house suddenly retreats.Then there was another heavy rain. Although it was the middle of winter, it was accompanied by lightning and thunder, which was amazing.When it gets brighter, the sun shines brightly again.

This rain washed away all traces of the night, as if the haunting last night had never happened.The villagers from Mu Basin came out of their homes and came to Ding Zhiming's house in twos and threes to inquire about information.

The lantern above the door of Ding's house has long since disappeared, and only a bronze mirror fell on the ground in front of the door.

The Taoist Priest Sanpian had been doing this all night, and now he was exhausted and his face looked tired.He yawned profusely, and there were big eye pimples hanging from the corners of his eyes.It really makes people worry that if the lump falls off, it will swell the top of his foot.

Looking at the villagers who came to comfort the Ding family, Taoist Priest Sanpian suddenly became energetic, opened his eyes wide and asked, "Who is the most senior person in the Mu family here and the one who speaks the most truthfully?"

In the crowd, three old men looked at each other and stood up.One of them said: "My name is Mu Zhenguo, and these two are my cousins ​​Mu Zhenbang and Mu Zhenhai... It's useless. I have lived for six to seventy years in vain, but we discuss all matters of the Mu family." managed.”

Taoist Priest Sanpian nodded: "Very good, let everyone else go back. You three stay, I have something to ask."

Everyone in the Mu family was obedient and went back in twos and threes.The three senior old men named Mu had flashing eyes and frowned.

At this time, Ding Ermiao and his brother were sleeping soundly in the room after struggling all night without daring to close their eyes.

Mu Cuizhen poured tea for everyone, and everyone sat around the Eight Immortals table.Naturally, Mr. Ding and Ding Zhiming were also present to accompany the guests.

Sanpian Taoist Priest picked up the bronze mirror on the ground and walked to the top of the Eight Immortals table. His back was to the painting in the nave, but he did not sit down. He glanced at everyone present one by one.

Although he looks generally old and thin, the sparkle in his eyes is intimidating with a calmness and self-restraint.For a moment, everyone was silent.

"Everyone has seen a bit of what happened last night." Priest Sanpian said slowly, "The Mu family has done a good job!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone present was shocked.But the three old men of the Mu family, although their faces turned ugly, did not say anything and each lowered their heads.Mr. Ding opened his mouth but held back.

Only Ding Zhiming was at a loss and asked Taoist Priest Sanpian: "Taoist Priest, what does this... have to do with the Mu family?"

Looking at Ding Zhiming's face, the Sanpoor Daoist smiled faintly: "Perhaps because you are still young, your father didn't tell you about this. But I believe that other than you and your wife, other people here, Everyone knows what’s going on.”

After a short pause, the Sanpoor Daoist turned his attention to the third elder brother and old man Ding of the Mu family, and said coldly: "How about it, which one of you will talk about it first?"

"Let me tell you..." Mr. Ding responded, squinting his eyes and thinking for a while, as if he was sorting out his words.

Priest Sanpian nodded and finally sat down.

"Our Ding family originally moved to Mu Basin from other places. Since moving here, it has been passed down to... sixteen generations." Mr. Ding sighed: "Sixteen generations, a whole sixteen generations! It will not be cut off. The incense will not spread out. Every generation, there is only one boy."

Taoist Priest Sanpian snorted: "Keep talking."

Mr. Ding smiled bitterly and continued: "Standing on the Crescent River and looking eastward, the terrain of our village looks like a small boat. There are several rows of houses in the front and back. The terrain is high in the north and south, and the terrain in the middle is low. And on the east and west ends, the terrain is different. It needs to be higher. This is a boat under the river. If a wave comes, the boat will capsize, and I'm afraid half of the people in the village will die."

"Without an anchor, the boat cannot stop steadily. Therefore, the bow of the boat must be a family surnamed Ding. This Ding is an iron nail, which can keep the stability of the whole village."

"However, there should not be too many iron nails on the bow, otherwise, the hull will be damaged. In the end, the boat will still leak and people will drown."

Having said this, Mr. Ding looked at the three old men of the Mu family and hesitated to speak.

Mu Zhenguo stood up and took over the words with a look of shame on his face: "So, many years ago, the ancestors of the Mu family bribed a geography gentleman to tamper with the burial of the ancestors of the Ding family, so that the Ding family... could only be passed down from generation to generation. .”

"What? How could you do this?!" Ding Zhiming suddenly stood up and stared at the three old men of the Mu family.He had hardly slept since his son Ermiao's accident. At this time, his eyes were red and he looked very scary, as if he wanted to eat people.

"Zhiming, sit down and listen to me!"

Mr. Ding looked at his son and said word by word: "The Mu family has not treated us badly. Think about it, we have lived alone in the Mu Basin for more than ten generations. Have the Mu family ever bullied us because of their strength? Ding family, have you ever given us a look? When you got married, you could choose any girl named Mu. When Cuizhen got married, she didn’t ask you for a penny as a gift. Mu in the whole village With the same surname, I collected tens of thousands of yuan in dowry. What is this all for? Think about it."

"This……"

Ding Zhiming looked back at his wife, speechless.

Although Mu Cuizhen is now in her early thirties, she is still beautiful and young, not inferior to ordinary older girls.

Back then, Mu Cuizhen was a well-known flower, and people who proposed marriage crossed the threshold.Who would have known that as soon as Mr. Ding joked with a few old men named Mu, Mu Cuizhen would get married.

Mu Cuizhen's face turned red, and she lowered her head and said, "No wonder, at that time...my father and several elders came to persuade me. And the whole village chipped in money for me to buy my dowry, so it turned out to be like this."

Mu Zhenhai also stood up: "Your Ding family lives in the Mu Basin, and we all treat it as ancestors! Although your family has been passed down from generation to generation,...it is not extinct. Please consider it for the sake of relatives and fellow villagers. Come on, don’t worry about these things.”

Ding Zhiming said anxiously: "This is not something to be careless about! The tricks your Mu family did almost killed my son! If my second seedling dies, no matter how many benefits you give my family, what will happen?"

After that, Ding Zhiming turned to Qiu Sanpo and asked eagerly: "Taoist Master, will my second seedling be in danger in the future? Can you help us break the tricks that the Mu family did before? Money is easy to negotiate. Please, save people to the end.”

Qiu Sanpou stroked his beard, frowned, and was silent.

The three old men of the Mu family were not easy to talk to, and the whole room was completely silent.

After a long time, the old man of the Ding family sighed and said: "Taoist Master, if you really change the feng shui of my ancestral grave, then the entire Mu Basin may have to be moved. There are now more than 100 households in the Mu Basin and a population of 800. Alas... …, where can everyone move to?”

"Dad...!" Ding Zhiming turned his head suddenly, glared at his father and shouted: "Are you so cruel that you don't care about your grandson's life or death?"

"be quiet!"

Qiu Sanqiu waved his hand and said: "The cemetery on the south hillside is the place where the dragon finds its lair. The ancestors of the Ding family were buried on the dragon's horn. They were buried in the Mu family's graves and were surrounded by hundreds of ghosts carrying the coffin. Surrounded. But your village, Mu Basin, is the terrain where phoenixes nest, far away from the southern slopes. Yin and yang are in harmony with each other, life and death depend on each other, and the same energy connects the branches. One is prosperous, the other is damaged, and the other is damaged."

Everyone was silent, listening to Qiu Sanpo's words.

"The formation set up by the senior master is extremely clever. The ghosts of the dead of the Mu family have protected the corpses of the ancestors of the Ding family. The corpse has not rotted until now. The Ding family's feng shui luck cannot be changed, so... only It can pass alone. If there is no workaround, the child rescued last night will still not survive for three months."

(End of this chapter)