I nodded to show my understanding.
When dealing with Li Dexian, he built a Feng Shui house like this. The vitality in the house nourished the little girl in the desperate position. Blind Chen and I almost died.
Mr. Yin’s words also shocked me.
Could it be that there is a similar arrangement in the bunniang's tomb?
Before I could ask, Mr. Yin said in a deep voice: "Yin and Yang complement each other. If the critical position is strong, it can also change the vitality house. The pavilion above the hanging ladder is one of the vitality points in the Yin House." The Feng Shui position is somewhere else in the Yin House. I don’t know where it is. The Feng Shui I’m good at is the Yin House burial method and the landscape trends, but I don’t know anything about the principles of this house."
"Especially this location, which is hidden by the method of burying shadows. If you want to find it, you must be proficient in the principles of Zhaiyuan Feng Shui and burying shadows to view the mountains."
"When you find the location of the fatal point, we will also clean up the entire tomb at the same time. There are still some bed bugs and fleas in it."
"At that time, I will also collect the male corpses and water the inscriptions with blood at that location, so that the bun lady can continue to step on the hanging ladder."
Mr. Yin’s words also made my thoughts flash rapidly.
While writing down the key points, I also looked at the main entrance of Bunniang's tomb and asked, "What if I don't find it?"
Mr. Yin was silent for a moment, and then he replied calmly: "That is the last resort, and it is also Shen Ji's fate."
"Is there a reason why you accepted her as your disciple? The fate you mentioned, did you mean to exchange her life for the emergence of a bun mother? She has a special destiny?"
Now that Shen Ji was not here and we had come this far, I simply blurted out the question without holding back any trace of doubt.
Although Shen Ji's temper has been a bit strange and as cold as an iceberg during this period of time, it is not difficult to see her absolute respect for Mr. Yin. Similarly, I can also see her respect for the bun girl.
Does Shen Ji also know the fate he may face?
That she is still so resolute and calm shows her strong psychological quality, as well as the absolute status of Mr. Yin and Bun Niang in her heart.
However, what I don't quite accept is Mr. Yin's attitude.
After all, Shen Ji was his disciple, and he was a disciple without any second thoughts.
She might die, but Mr. Yin wouldn't be sentimental?
This is completely different from my relationship with Liu Wensan and Chen Xiazi.
It even makes me wonder, in Mr. Yin’s eyes, is the emergence of the bun girl greater than all emotions?
This actually made me very uncomfortable.
Shen Ji did have a conflict with me, but there was no need to die in this place.
Mr. Yin looked at me steadily for a few seconds, and then he spoke again: "Luo Shiliu, you also asked me if I believe in Feng Shui."
"The fate of Feng Shui has been determined for a long time. I believe it, and I am fearless in my heart. Everyone has his own destiny. As for Shen Ji's destiny and what the means are, that is not something I can tell you."
"This is the secret of the bun girl. The existence of the priest is to pass on these secrets forever and protect her from becoming immortal."
"I have told you the possibility of change, but this opportunity needs you to complete it. It is also the hexagram of Zhang Jiu."
After a pause, Mr. Yin turned back and looked under the ice peak. He shook his head and said, "If not for this, how could I have let him leave in the first place?"
My heart was shocked again, and I suddenly had some enlightenment.
The bun girl has a backup plan and is destined to have a bun. In fact, Mr. Yin can make her become an immortal?
Is it because Zhang Jiu Gua has calculated the variables, so Mr. Yin came to me?
Most of my previous thoughts were misunderstandings?
Mr. Yin didn't explain much. After all, I had never revealed what I was thinking.
Time passed very slowly. After everyone rested, their spirits obviously recovered a lot. Some people also brought out dry food for everyone to share.
As it was approaching midnight, Mr. Yin began to divide the more than fifty people into three teams.
He sternly ordered the three teams to carefully search the bunniang's grave, and any corpse must be brought out.
In addition, we also need to find the few people who sneaked into Ji Niang's grave and stole the body.
These words shocked me. When we came down the mountain, Mr. Yin said that we were stealing corpses and almost threw me, Feng Bao, and Blind Chen into the ice lake.
At this moment, he was obviously referring to Zhang Er and Ma Baoyi.
There may be a lot of variables in this, and there is also Soo Po...
Because Mr. Yin's performance resolved a lot of my grudges, so I didn't hesitate much.
After he made the arrangements, I stood up and leaned into his ear, whispering what I had discovered about Suba.
Immediately, Mr. Yin's expression changed slightly.
After a series of uncertainties, from disbelief at the beginning to coldness at the end.
"I understand. You can go in with them. They are looking for corpses to solve the problem. You must find the fatal point." Mr. Yin spoke in a deep voice. After a moment of pause, he solemnly said two words: "Thanks."
I nodded, my expression very serious. Mr. Yin did not let us take the main entrance. The three teams took three different side entrances.
The three teams first selected their side gates and pushed directly in.
The door to the main hall was still closed. I remember that in the dream, Shen Ji was also in the lobby.
If the omen is accurate, she should be in front of the gossip shelf with human skin hanging on it. There must be a reason for this.
I don’t know why, but Mr. Yin didn’t go to the lobby immediately after I mentioned Soo Po’s problem.
Instead, he stood on the empty platform and watched us enter the side door.
I didn’t ask any more questions. Mr. Yin was not stupid and must have had his own plans.
I chose to follow one of the groups into the side door where Zhang Er lamely got in. Blind Chen followed behind me, carrying Mrs. He on his back.
At this time, fourteen or five people entered the side hall, and the side door was wide open. In addition, these people all held flashlights in their hands, and the door was brightly illuminated.
The layout of this side hall is far less spacious than the main hall.
It is about thirty square meters, and with more than a dozen people coming in, it is quite cramped and crowded.
There was a corridor at the end, and those people walked in one by one. When they all entered the corridor, the side hall was finally empty.
Blind Chen, Mrs. He and I did not go forward immediately, because I also had to observe the layout here to see the specific form of the Feng Shui house and look for the so-called fateful position.
At a glance, you can see the candle shelves on both sides of the wall, and the candles on them have long been burned out.
There are some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, which look very valuable at first glance.
These are the funerary objects of the bun lady. To be placed here more than a hundred years ago must have been the work of a famous artist.
Amidst the creaking sound, the side door closed slowly...
Only when I turned around did I realize that it was Blind Chen closing the door.
Mr. Yin is also far away from us, and his sight is completely cut off by the side door.
Blind Chen suddenly said: "Sixteen, you believe him too much and talk too much."
