Fortune Teller Master

Remember for a second

When they got together, Lin Qingyin frowned: Your mother's situation is more complicated, and it can't be solved with a single hexagram. I'll accompany you to see it on the weekend.

Zhu Chengze breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly stood up and bowed to Lin Qingyin: Thank you, Master Lin.

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Zhu Chengze's house is not far from the imperial capital, it only takes two hours to arrive by train. The dragon energy on Jiang Wei's body was so strong that it could barely cover the amulet, so Lin Qingyin didn't take him and got on the train with the turtle shell.

After getting off the train and taking the bus twice, I finally arrived at this seemingly backward little village. Lin Qingyin looked at the feng shui in the village, her brows could not help wrinkling, the Yin Qi here was a little too strong.

Today's world's spiritual energy is thin, and so is Yin's energy, so there are not too many ghosts and ghosts swimming outside, but this village is different from other places, but there is no trace of the formation.

It was almost noon at this time. The villagers finished collecting the crops and carried their hoes to go home. Lin Qingyin's eyes slid over the graves in the fields. Seeing this, Zhu Chengze quickly explained: Our villagers are also looking for someone to bury their burials. Looking at Feng Shui, as long as Feng Shui chooses a place, whether it is farmland or farmland, it can be buried, and the owner cannot refuse it.”

Lin Qingyin nodded and said nothing. When she passed another grave, she suddenly stopped and turned to ask Zhu Chengze, Is this your father's grave?

Zhu Chengze looked at the bunker in the field and nodded silently: He fell ill and died when I was in college. My mother became a passer-by just to raise my tuition fees.

Chapter 112 (Modified)

Zhujia Village covers a large area, with fewer people and more land, so it looks very empty. The farmland and houses in the village are not completely separated. Along the way, there will be crops and houses, which looks very messy.

Lin Qingyin let go of his divine sense, and the situation of the entire village was seen at a glance. The village is surrounded by mountains and water, and it looks like a good view. But in Lin Qingyin's eyes, two mountains half surrounded the village, like an open mouth, sucking in all the filth and evil outside. And the river that made a big circle around the village was like a carrier, bringing the bad luck sucked in to every corner of the village.

Lin Qingyin has been in this world for so long, and this is the first time she has seen a village with such poor feng shui. No wonder there are only 40 or 50 families in such a big place.

Seeing Lin Qingyin staring at his father's grave, Zhu Chengze asked anxiously, Master Lin, is there something wrong with my father's grave?

Lin Qingyin touched the turtle shell in her palm, her voice sounded very flat: Who ordered the tomb for your father?

My mother chose it. Zhu Chengze looked at the flat tomb where no weeds could be seen, and his voice was a little sour: Please ask someone to order xué and you will get 500 yuan, if you order it on someone else's land You can’t go there empty-handed, at least you have to prepare a gift of 2,000 yuan. My mother simply buried my dad in her own land, saying that the feng shui of nowhere is not as good as that of her own.”

Lin Qingyin doesn't know how to comment on this matter. The feng shui of this village is not good, and this piece of land is the worst piece of feng shui in the village.

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or intentional, but this piece of land happens to be in the middle of the village, where all the Yin Qi gathers, and this grave happens to be the most central point. What's even more frustrating is that Zhujia Village has a custom of burial. Although the township and villages advocate cremation every day, many villages are buried in secret, and the government is not particularly strict with this aspect.

Zhu Chengze's father was buried.

Lin Qingyin's consciousness slid over the lifelike corpse in the coffin, and turned to look at Zhu Chengze: Let's go, take me to your house.

Zhu Chengze's house was built 20 years ago. It only had three rooms and looked very old. It's just that there is a strange thing about this house. There are only three rooms in total, but there are two doors. One of the doors is obviously newly built. The wall next to the door can even see the bricks that have been smashed open. It looks very simple.

Zhu Chengze also seemed very helpless about this door: Since my mother became a passer-by, she blocked the door between her room and the main room, and opened this door alone, and I have never seen it again since then. into her room.

Lin Qingyin touched the tortoise shell and gave a gentle command: Go knock on the door, and say there are guests coming.

For the past two years, Zhu Chengze had been wanting to enter his mother's room and wanted to know what was inside that he couldn't see, but now Lin Qingyin asked him to knock on the door, but instead he was a little timid, raised his hand and hesitated for a long time. It fell down slowly and tapped twice lightly.

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