There are many truths throughout the ages, historical events, and even what Li Yinyang, my grandfather, and my mother experienced, all made me aware of a kind of open-mindedness, which is to sacrifice one's life in exchange for another thing that is more desired.
Li Yinyang came to seek evil, my grandfather risked his life to protect the village and me, and my mother died because of me.
I study Feng Shui and learn Yin and Yang, and I also feel the great truth in it. A Feng Shui master must do good for the world and for heaven!
Feelings are feelings, but I can't do it, because in my understanding, I, Luo Shiliu, am not a qualified Mr. Yin and Yang. I suppressed my emotions and desires and forced myself to be rational, just to protect my family. Get rid of trouble.
No matter at any time or under any circumstances, I cannot sacrifice the most important person in my life!
Cross-legged, I sat directly in front of the sand table, stared directly at the sand table, and began to analyze the Feng Shui of the entire Neiyang City.
In this extremely irritable and unnatural environment, I couldn't calm down for a long time.
"You all go away, don't stay here." I said every word, my voice hoarse.
I didn't look up, this was for everyone to hear.
Although Feng Zhirong, Feng Bao, and Feng Jun looked unnatural, they left immediately.
Liu Wensan took out half a bottle of wine and put it next to me. He Caier obviously wanted to speak, but Liu Wensan stopped him with his eyes. Blind Chen walked up to me, lit a leaf cigarette and handed it to my mouth.
I took the cigarette and took a slow drag, letting the spiciness pass through my lungs.
He turned sideways and left the remaining box of leaf cigarettes on the edge of the sand table, and then walked out of the yard. Liu Wensan pulled He Caier and followed the direction Feng Zhirong and the others were walking into the backyard.
The front yard was extremely quiet. I finished smoking one cigarette and lit a second one. I was staring at the sand table, but my wide eyes narrowed slightly at this moment.
As time passed slowly, I gradually analyzed the Feng Shui of the entire Neiyang City and remembered it in my mind.
I smoked half a pack of roll-leaf cigarettes. Although I was very awake, my lungs already felt raw and I couldn't help but want to cough. When the feeling reached the extreme, I touched the half bottle of Erguotou next to me and drank it. After one sip, it suppressed a lot and became much smoother.
I was deducing like crazy in my mind, so I took out a pen and fine linen paper and sketched on it.
What I draw are all the geomantic omens and the various Feng Shui bureaus among the sixteen innate hexagrams, which are used to coordinate with the Feng Shui of Neiyang City and suppress the old streets.
I drew one, tore it up, and threw it aside.
Because none of these methods can have the best of both worlds.
Before I knew it, it was getting dark, and some servants of the Feng family brought food to me. I ate numbly, not knowing the taste, just to satisfy my hunger.
After a whole night, I was so exhausted that I had a splitting headache, my eyes were burning, and I fell towards the Feng Shui plate. I was drowsy and did not fall asleep completely. Even though my consciousness was blurred, I was analyzing the Feng Shui bureau.
After a day, the paper balls around me had piled up into a hill.
I drew almost all the geomantic omens and geomantic omens and all the feng shui bureaus among the sixteen innate hexagrams, and the feng shui of Neyang City itself could be matched, but I couldn't find any method that could be used.
If Feng Shui doesn't recognize people, how can we protect one or two people and only kill one evil person?
The stars are shining brightly tonight. I look up at the sky and stare blankly at the stars in the sky.
It's not that I haven't thought about using burial shadows to view mountains, but burial shadows to view mountains are more hidden, which makes Feng Shui more complicated. And although there are murderous intentions in the stars, they are incompatible with the earth, and the sixteen innate hexagrams Similarly, people are not recognized in the Feng Shui bureau.
After staring blankly for a long time, I felt depressed inside, as if I was holding something back...
I know very well that it is probably a mouthful of blood. If I spit it out, my mind will definitely be greatly damaged, and my trust in Yin and Yang Feng Shui will probably be destroyed. Is that a broken heart?
I didn't want to spit out the blood, which made it even more uncomfortable...
The stars were bright in the first half of the night, but in the second half of the night, a lot of fog gathered in the sky, and dark clouds blocked the starlight.
My eyes were distracted, and in a daze, I felt as if my eyebrows were being pressed, and there was a slight cold pressure on my temples, but I couldn't relax.
Vaguely, I seemed to hear someone whispering softly in my ears, saying that I was too tired and shouldn't be so tired.
I was so excited that I woke up a lot.
I turned around suddenly because that voice and that feeling made me think it should be my mother.
But when I turned around, I saw nothing.
I felt a little disappointed in my heart, but I thought clearly that due to fate, it was impossible for her to let me see her again under such circumstances.
Looking back at the sand table, I continued to try deductions and combinations in my mind, and I also began to try to modify Feng Shui.
However, this is still in vain...
In fact, I really want to ask Yang Qingshan to come out and discuss it with me. He is very accomplished in Feng Shui. Maybe the two of them can work together to find some solution.
But I also know better that he will not care about this matter.
He didn't care whether Yang Xing lived or died, and this kind of thing was even more insignificant to him.
Another night passed.
After finishing my cigarettes and drinking my wine, I looked very haggard and my hair was much disheveled.
There was the sound of parking cars outside the compound, which was extremely noisy, and the sound of people talking made me irritated.
"Let it be quiet outside!" I couldn't restrain my irritability and anger and shouted.
Immediately behind an inconspicuous beam on the side, Feng Jun and Feng Bao hurriedly walked out and walked out of the courtyard.
I know that Feng Zhirong must keep someone here, and I have noticed it in the past two days, but Feng Jun and Feng Bao are very quiet and it will not affect me, so I won't say anything else.
The two of them quickly left the yard.
The silence lasted for a moment.
But in the next moment, the footsteps became much more chaotic.
I turned my head sharply, unable to suppress the restlessness in my heart, and wanted to tell them to get out.
But what he saw when he turned around was a coffin!
Several corpse collectors with somewhat familiar faces carried a tattered and repaired coffin into the yard.
Feng Bao and Feng Jun walked in front, and they were obviously frightened.
The fastest one to speak was Feng Bao: "Mr. Luo... I still have to disturb you for a while. The Gou family has sent the body. This coffin is the coffin from that place..."
My mind was shaken, my anger dissipated a lot, and my heartbeat became disordered.
They had already carried the coffin in front of me. After putting it down, the few corpse collectors were obviously whispering to each other, as if they were talking about me.
"Open." I said in a deep voice with a hoarse voice.
At the signals of Feng Bao and Feng Jun, the patched-up Wugui wood coffin was opened.
What came into my sight was a feathered evil corpse with a body as black as ink and traces of down on the skin...
What is horrific is the severed wound on his arm and a bloody hole in his abdomen...
