Chapter 143: Ghost Town Zanju

Chapter 143: Ghost Town Zanju

Chapter 143: Ghost Town Zanju
After everything was settled, Pang Xuesong returned to his work and asked several subordinates to accompany Taoist Duan to climb high places and measure the Feng Shui.

The area of ​​the Feicuijuang Nature Reserve is much larger than the entire Gubei Town. It is naturally not a task that can be completed in a short period of time to check the Feng Shui of such an area. In the next few days, Duan Geng led his team to survey along the border of the basin, constantly looking for suitable spots to fly drones and take pictures from different angles from high altitude.

Since the area of ​​the Emerald Urn Basin is quite large, sometimes even exceeding the signal return range of the drone, a helicopter had to be dispatched from the city to send Duan Geng himself into the sky.

How can the secrets of heaven be easily revealed, and the understanding of the Tao cannot be arbitrarily spread. If you have not experienced such hardships, how can you see the mysteries of mountains and rivers and find the auspicious caves with accumulated spiritual energy and solid foundations? How can Mr. Zhang spend this money with peace of mind?

Time quickly came to July 7th, and traffic control began to be implemented near universities in Taoyuan City, and the 10 college entrance examination in Qinzhou Prefecture officially began.

Today, the iron wing rode the wind again, and Duan Geng rode an iron dragonfly to the sky above the Jade Urn, overlooking the lush hills in the south of Qinzhou.

"Master! Are you watching!" The field worker in brown and black work clothes held the machine frame with both hands and shouted loudly: "The rain clouds from the south are coming. How long will it take you here?"

"If it takes too long, let's go back today and fly back another day!"

"Just be patient! I'll be fine soon!"

The propeller rustled the cuffs of Duan Geng's Taoist robe, which was tied up with a thin rope. The Taoist priest held the door handle with one hand and leaned half of his shoulder out of the plane, looking at the surging green ocean below, one wave after another. In the distance, the continuous mountain ridges meandered like a snake's back, bending the snow-white water rushing down from the Hanging Lake Waterfall.

"It doesn't make sense..." Duan Geng frowned as he looked at the emerald green jar in the mountains. He took a deep breath and said to himself, "It shouldn't be like this. How could it be like this?"

"Master! It's time for us to go!" The field worker behind him shook Duan Geng's shoulder. The rain clouds in the distance were dark and heavy, and they could not delay any longer.

Duan Geng let out a long sigh, turned around and shouted, "Let's go!"

"gone!"

Before the first drop of rain fell on the streets of Gubei Town, the Iron Dragonfly landed on the newly built temporary helipad outside the town. Duan Geng and two field staff got off the plane and hurried back to the town wearing raincoats.

The sky was turning gloomy, and a heavy rain was about to fall. Duan Geng hurriedly walked through the streets of Gubei Town, preparing to return to the hotel where he was staying to stay up all night to analyze all the videos he had shot in the past few days.

At this time, several policemen standing at the door of the residential building, talking to residents while holding small notebooks and seemingly recording something attracted Duan Geng's attention.

"Are the police again?" Duan Geng was a little confused. He turned his head to the field staff behind him and asked, "How come we can see the police doing research on the streets every day these days?"

During the past few days of determining the Feng Shui for the Jade Urn Basin, Duan Geng could see a few policemen walking around the streets of Gubei Town almost every day, investigating something.

"They are investigating a strange murder case."

The field staff assigned by Pang Xuesong to assist Daoist Duan were all recruited from Gubei Town. They were very familiar with what was happening in the town and immediately replied, "I also heard it from my mother. Two days ago, something happened in a family surnamed Ning in the town. The wine that the old couple drank was poisoned and they almost died..."

The field boy told Duan Geng in detail what had been making a stir in the town in the past few days, with the energy of an old woman chatting about gossip: He Yuanping, a young man of the He Jiayuan generation, had suffered losses in his business and had to sell off his property for cash flow. He had just sold his old house when it was demolished, and he was jealous of the Ning family's unexpected wealth, so he poisoned someone on impulse.

The person was dead, but he was resurrected in the morgue...

"What's even more coincidental is that on the same day that the old Ningtou couple pretended to be dead in the morgue, He Yuanping died in the detention room of the police station." The field worker was very excited when telling the story, and he was very talented in self-media: "And not only He Yuanping himself, but also his father, mother, and wife, all died suddenly on the same day! Even the forensic doctor couldn't find the cause of death. Isn't it weird..."

"No wonder we can see the police visiting the streets every day these days." Duan Geng touched the Buddhist beads on his chest and nodded slightly: "It turned out that something like this happened, no wonder, no wonder." "Good is rewarded with good, and evil is punished with evil. He Yuanping was blinded by jealousy and was willing to go to great lengths to destroy someone's family. In the end, his own family died, leaving only a few children alone." The field boy shook his head: "It's his own fault..."

A raindrop the size of a soybean fell to the ground with a crackling sound, and it began to rain.

A group of people hurriedly ran under the arcade on the street to take shelter from the rain. Seeing the Taoist priest holding his Buddhist beads in deep thought, the field boy couldn't help but approach him and asked, "Taoist priest, you have been studying the Feng Shui of this jade jar for so many days. Have you figured out anything? Can you tell me about it?"

Duan Geng laughed: "Of course you can."

The young man immediately said he was all ears.

"The layout of the Jade Urn is excellent. It is surrounded by mountains and has fresh water from the source of Taojiang River. The vegetation in the urn is lush and the spiritual energy is flowing smoothly... If I had the cultivation level of my master, I would like to use this urn as a place of practice and dig a cave in the mountain stream to practice in seclusion." Duan Geng shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, it is a nature reserve."

The field boy was listening intently, but the Taoist priest changed the subject and sighed:
"It's a pity that such a blessed and precious place is now filled with ghostly auras."

"Ghost, ghost spirit?" The young man was stunned.

"The gate of hell opens to the south, and the evil spirit comes from the north." Duan Geng coiled the sandalwood Buddhist beads in his left hand, and pressed a silver cross on his chest with his right hand. He said "God bless you", and then continued: "You saw it on the iron dragonfly just now.

Although this jade urn is a natural treasure urn, the edge of the urn is uneven. The urn is surrounded by mountains. The mountains on the east, south and west are all tall and steep, but the mountains in the north are flat. They are far from being real mountains and can only be regarded as hills. This is a gap in the jade urn.

The dense ghost energy flowed from the north to the south, and flowed into the jar through the gap, which really accumulated a pot of soul-stirring poison for this blessed land."

After Duan Geng finished his mysterious trick, he shook his head and sighed, "This place looks bright and beautiful on the outside, but it is full of evil spirits on the inside. If we build bridges and roads in this evil place and turn it into a tourist attraction, the tourists who come here to visit will probably be in great danger..."

The field boy suddenly became anxious: "Master, what should we do? How can a jade urn be filled with ghost energy? Where does this ghost energy from the north come from? North...wait?"

north?

Seeing that he finally reacted, Duan Geng smiled as if he knew that the boy was teachable.

The field worker hurriedly opened the map software on his mobile phone, located the Gubei Town, and slid all the way north, and finally found a long-forgotten place name.

"Zanju." The young man raised his head and showed the city name in the center of the phone screen to Duan Geng: "Master, look, this town is called Zanju, located to the north of Xuanhu Waterfall, and just north of the Emerald Urn Basin. And..."

"Moreover, this town was abandoned a long time ago due to its small population. The residents of the town moved away, and there are empty buildings standing in the wild, with no one inside."

Duan Geng said as he coiled his Buddhist beads, "Wulian Tianzun, every year outdoor anchors come to this empty town to broadcast their adventures in order to attract traffic. In the live broadcast circle, the anchors' fans call this town - [Ghost Town Zanju]."

The field boy was a little confused: "Master, aren't you from Mount Lushan? Mount Lushan is in the north of Qinzhou. How come you know the situation in southern Qinzhou so well?"

"Because a female anchor I followed died in Zanju." Duan Geng said seriously: "She was a 38D female Bodhisattva..."

What a pity.

(End of this chapter)