Chapter 18 Something fishy

Chapter 18 Something fishy

Chapter 18 Something fishy

I walked up the mountain using a cane.

"Pap...pap...pap..."

Song Feng was leaning on a crutch in his right hand and holding a basket in his left hand, which contained some incense, candles, gold and silver ingots and the like.

Atop the many high mountains near Renjia Town are the ancestral tombs of the villagers of Renjia Town.

Although the Ren family is quite domineering, it is impossible for them to make an entire mountain their ancestral grave.

There are many graves on the same road.

However, compared to the large and majestic ancestral tomb of the Ren family, the graves of other people seem much more desolate.

There are even many unmarked graves.

Standing in front of Ren Weiyong's ruined grave, Song Feng was leaning on a crutch with a sneer on his face.

However, this sneer was fleeting. In just the blink of an eye, his cold and terrifying face turned into a kind and gentle smile:
"You need to smile more to make yourself more approachable..."

Song Feng gently pinched the corners of his mouth to adjust his gentle smile, and then smiled at the grave with a smile on his face.

"You are just skimming the surface of the water. You have wasted such a good treasure cave. It is really a waste of the energy of the land."

Looking at the tombstone that had been kicked over long ago, Song Feng couldn't help but sigh that he had wasted such a good treasure cave.

Although it was indeed he who broke the feng shui.

But a Dragonfly Touching Water Point like this one in a million is indeed one of the top-quality treasure points he has discovered.

It's really a waste.

After taking two steps forward, he came to the dense green grass near the grave, and Song Feng gently pulled up a handful of weeds:
"If the grass and trees are too dry, it means the earth's energy has dried up."

A dragonfly cannot just touch the water once and for all, let alone he sprinkled cement to cover the roof. The death of this dragon vein was naturally expected.

After looking at the plants and trees here.

Song Feng did not stop, but continued to walk towards the depths of the mountains with his rattan stick.

There were several turns along the way.

Song Feng suddenly stopped at a small pool of water sandwiched between several dense peaks.

Then, he took out the paper money and incense from the basket, and then lit a fire in front of the pond to offer sacrifices:

"Old man, don't blame the kids below for not coming to your grave to pay respects during the New Year. It's my fault that I didn't tell them where your grave is."

"If you want to blame someone, blame me. During festivals, I only burn some incense outside the mountain. I have wronged you for so many years."

While turning the flames with his cane, Song Feng muttered softly to the small pond in front of him, as if he was really talking to someone:
"Twenty years ago, Ren Weiyong robbed your grave. Now, Ren Weiyong's bloodline is extinct."

"You don't have to be angry anymore. I have avenged you for the grave robbery that happened 20 years ago."

He paused when he said this, and when the flames were extinguished, he spoke:
"Okay, I won't continue to talk to you here. I may go down to accompany you one day. We can talk in detail when we are free."

"If you can really do well down there, please bless Qiu Sheng, so that he won't be fooled by others by mistake one day."

After he finished speaking, he walked in the direction he came from, leaning on his rattan stick and heading towards the charity cemetery as if he was familiar with the route.

Although his body is still hunched.

But walking among the green mountains seems to have a more profound aura than the green mountains.

the other side.

Just after Song Feng left, a bright yellow figure slowly walked out from one of the hills surrounding the pool. Uncle Jiu, who was fully equipped at the moment, looked at Song Feng's departing figure with dim eyes, as if he was doubting something:
"Carrying a basket of incense up the mountain, not kowtowing or offering sacrifices to the ancestors, but just talking a few words in the mountains, this is not like the style of Seventh Uncle."

When he said this, Uncle Jiu took out a huge compass from the bag on his waist, and then began to check the Feng Shui near the mountain:
"Based on Seventh Uncle's style of doing things, he was definitely at his peak twenty years ago. How could he be threatened so easily?"

"It seems that this dragonfly-dipped water hole is not the key. The key should be something deeper hidden in this mountain..."

It's not that he underestimated Ren Weiyong, although Ren Weiyong had once been glorious and was an official, and was influenced by the imperial court's power.

If he were a decent person, there might be other solutions.

But Seventh Uncle clearly doesn't look like someone who has the support of a big sect. He looks more like a master of a side sect who is both good and evil.

This kind of person doesn't care about the laws of the court, and he has many evil magic skills in his hands. Killing someone is basically a joke to him.

Originally, he was somewhat skeptical about the Dragonfly Water Point. After all, it was something that Ren Weiyong had snatched from his seventh uncle.

But the prerequisite for snatching it away is that you have to know that such a treasure cave exists.

But therein lies the problem.

For a top-quality treasure cave like this, unless the Feng Shui master himself tells you about it, ordinary people would have no idea what it is.

As a well-known Feng Shui master, how could he not know to keep his mouth shut to protect this treasure cave?

Stand in front of the dragonfly water hole and watch.

Uncle Jiu was rotating the compass left and right while observing the nearby geographical conditions.

Even at the end, he was pulling out a piece of grass in front of Ren Weiyong's broken grave like the wind in Song Dynasty:

"The withered and yellowing of the grass and trees indicates that the earth's energy has completely dissipated. But how could such a good and top-grade treasure cave be ruined so quickly?"

"Even if the Dragonfly Point was destroyed, how could this mountain dragon vein lose its earth energy so quickly?"

When thinking of this, Uncle Jiu's expression couldn't help but become more serious:
"There must be some factors I didn't expect..."

While observing the direction of Feng Shui, he continued to survey the ground veins with the compass in his hand.

He had walked a long way around the mountains since before the Dragonfly Diving Game. When he stood at the place where Song Feng was burning paper, he suddenly realized:
"I understand! Uncle Seventh didn't just leak out the dragon energy, he used his acquired abilities to create the Yin-Yang acupuncture points!"

After figuring out the key, he took the compass and kept exploring in all directions, and finally he cleared the fog:

"The Dragonfly Point was originally a treasure point, but after being sprinkled with cement and destroying its vitality, it naturally became a deadly point."

"The dragonfly touching the water that originally symbolized the fortune of the Ren family has been destroyed, so the dragon vein will naturally find another place to survive."

"With Seventh Uncle's ability, he is able to point out another acupuncture point. This is a way to escape unnoticed!"

No wonder, no wonder everything is so coincidental, everything is so logical.

On the surface, it seems that all the benefits have been gained by the Ren family, but in fact, the Ren family is the tool used to ward off disasters.

After figuring out the key, Uncle Jiu suddenly turned his gaze towards the pool of water in front of him:
"If the acupuncture point that contains vitality is in the pool, then this Bull Head Treasure Point must have been activated by Seventh Uncle!"

After figuring out the key, Uncle Jiu put the compass in his backpack and walked towards the charity cemetery while sighing:

"Ginger is always more spicy after all..."

However, just as the bright yellow figure was walking back to the charity cemetery along the same path he came, contentedly.

All I saw was Song Feng, who had been watching the whole process from the top of another hill, now walking leisurely towards the charity cemetery with his cane:

"Young people still need to practice..."

(End of this chapter)