Fan Kui's tone was too choked, and his tone of desperation mixed with longing and pleading made people feel even more complicated.
Thirteen years...eight years...
A tiger is poisonous and will not eat its seeds, and a human being is poisonous and cannot bear to be kissed. There is a lot of family affection in the world.
I think of the past three years, when I almost tried every means to escape my body.
I thought about Jiang Pan again. For the sake of his wife and daughter's safety, he first sent them to the tenth path of Tianyuan and separated from his wife and daughter. After that, I didn't know what methods he used to avoid the danger, but he paid no less than me. …
Jiang Pan condensed for a moment and said: "I don't want your life, but just give you a gong. How about it?"
Fan Kui was startled for a moment, and his whole body fell to the ground in obeisance. He said word by word: "Don't talk about a hammer, and don't frown even after ten gongs!" Jiang Pan nodded, and then asked Fan Kui again to tell him about his wife. The reason why the child is bedridden.
At the same time, Jiang Pan gave Tang Ding a look.
Tang Ding immediately went to help Fan Kui get up.
After Fan Kuan stood up, he whispered uneasily: "I don't know the reason."
Jiang Panyi frowned and said, "Don't know the reason?"
Fan Kuang pursed his lips and whispered: "It's not a disease. The doctor came here and said they have strange symptoms, but it's not a ghost. How could there be any sneaky things that could enter my house?"
"There is no problem with the feng shui of my house. I have never done anything evil, I just beat the gong and watch the clock... Logically speaking, even if God gives me retribution, it should not come to me..."
Fan Kuan's tone was more tormented.
Jiang Pan turned around and walked out of the house. I knew he was going to check the feng shui of the house.
I didn't follow him, but walked to Fan Kuang's wife's bedside.
I looked down at the woman's face.
There was some dark energy lingering faintly on her face, but it was not on her cheekbones, nor in the hall, nor in the middle of the body.
Once black air appears in those places, people will die long ago.
The origin of these black gases is strange.
I hesitated for a moment and took out the Tongqiao Golden Ruler.
I placed the ruler flat on the old woman's face to maintain balance.
Under the lingering black air, part of it seemed to have climbed onto the ruler and formed a thin line.
The thin line didn't stop until it reached the fourth grid.
On the yin ruler surface, there are one foot, one inch and eight points, divided into ten grids, namely Ding, Harm, Prosperity, Suffering, Righteousness, Official, Death, Prosperity, Loss, Wealth...
Each grid has four small grids, representing different fates.
This fourth large grid is "bitterness", and the position where the black energy stays is in the first two small grids, which is loss and escape, official ghost!
I squinted my eyes slightly and murmured: "The dead are haunted. They didn't attract ghosts, but they still attracted official ghosts. It's Feng Shui." "Feng Shui... The Yang house is fine. If it's a Yang house, then the Yin ruler can't measure it. It's a problem with the Yin house. .”
While I was talking, Tang Jiugong kept looking at me, with obvious envy in his eyes.
After I finished speaking, I immediately stood up.
As a result, Fan Kuan was too close to me from behind, and I almost hit him in the face.
Tang Ding immediately pulled Fan Kui, and he staggered back two steps.
I looked deeply at his face and said in a deep voice: "Did anyone die in your family thirteen years ago? Where were they buried? Could the dead person be related to your wife and son?!"
I spoke firmly and spoke very clearly.
Fan Kuan was stunned for a moment and said uneasily: "My daughter-in-law died back then... and was buried in the mountain behind... She..."
Obviously, Fan Kuan had some trouble on his face.
I frowned and said, "Your wife has been lying in bed for thirteen years and your son has been lying in bed for eight years. What else can't you say?! Don't you want to save them?!"
At this moment, Jiang Pan entered the house and said cautiously: "There is no problem with the feng shui of the house." But the next moment, his expression became condensed and he said nothing.
Tang Ding immediately approached Jiang Pan and whispered a few words to him.
I still looked at Fan Kuan with deep eyes.
He then spoke with a bitter look on his face and said: "My daughter-in-law has a bad stomach and is not in good health. Her mother-in-law and daughter-in-law have not dealt with her all year round. That day my daughter-in-law suddenly had unbearable abdominal pain and asked her mother-in-law to call a doctor." "As a result, my mother-in-law left. When I got to the village, I saw a opera performer at the head of the village, so I went over to watch the opera troupe. When I remembered it, I called the doctor and came back. My daughter-in-law was already dying and was bleeding all over the floor." "The doctor took his pulse and said I just said, "The fetus is not in the womb and there is no way to save it. Let's prepare for the funeral and leave."
When Fan Kuan finished speaking, he sighed heavily and said, "My son and his wife were harmonious. With this result, he no longer married, and I did not treat my daughter-in-law badly. The glory was gone." "But after that period of time, Nothing happened to our family, and the burial place looks good. Although I didn’t invite the gentleman who was doing the work at the time, most of the people in the village were buried there..."
After Fan Kuan finished speaking, his expression became even more uneasy.
My eyelids twitched slightly, and I frowned: "I'm pregnant, and the mother and son are buried? Mother and son are evil?"
Looking up, Jiang Pan and I looked at each other.
Jiang Pan said: "Go to the burial place and take a look. There is indeed no problem with the Yang house's feng shui. The problem must be with the Yin house, which has affected the destiny in some way."
Fan Kuan then turned around and walked out of the house in panic.
We followed.
After leaving his house, he went deep into the village. When he reached the end of the village, he saw a low mountain.
Fan Kuan did not go up the mountain here, but walked around from the foot of the mountain.
It took about half an hour to bypass this low mountain and reach a higher slope.
Further down, there is a hill.
The angle we were standing at was just enough to sweep over these hills. Most of them were round, like upside-down beads.
My expression immediately changed, because there is a saying in Yin Mansion Feng Shui.
The shape of the mountain is like a fortune bead, indicating evil!
If the abacus has many mountain shapes and its outer edge is square, like an abacus, it corresponds to a Feng Shui situation.
It's called "The shape is like a cast, and Pepsi is confused!"
I looked further out and saw the edges of all the hills.
Unbiased, the terrain is just like an abacus, and the mountains are shaped like abacus beads, chaotically arranged up and down.
Jiang Pan turned to look at me, and I nodded.
With just one eye contact, we knew clearly that the other person had noticed the Feng Shui tactic.
I said in a deep voice: "Everything is not going well, and there is an evil atmosphere. If there are some problems in the tomb, it will indeed affect people's sleep. Fan Wei, take us to the tomb to have a look."
My words had already frightened Fan Chun greatly.
He led the way again, and he didn't stop until we reached the middle of this low hill.
On the edge of one of the low hills, there was a grave. The grave was covered with withered grass, and there were even many small holes, as if something had gotten into it.
Jiang Pan frowned and said, "No one has worshiped here for many years? These holes... should have been drilled out by snakes." After saying that, Jiang Pan took out Yang Gongpan and held it up with his right hand.
He lowered his head and looked at the hands, and at the same time raised his left hand, a handful of copper coins fell on the grave.
A weird scene happened...
