It wasn't until Wu Tinghan reached halfway up the mountain that Mr. Wang put away the look of surprise on his face, turned around and asked me, what's going on with this woman's brain? I know a lot of secrets, how could she guess it just by looking at it?
I can understand Mr. Wang's shock. After all, I was crushed by Wu Tinghan's IQ all the way back from Laosicheng, so I can completely understand how Mr. Wang feels at this moment.
When a person is stronger than you, has better academic performance than you, or even has a day's salary higher than your monthly salary, you may be able to accept these, but if someone has a higher IQ than you, I'm afraid it's not Who can accept this?
I looked at Mr. Wang's face full of frustration, shrugged, and said, if I knew, I would have guessed it. If you want to know the answer, why don't you just ask her?
Mr. Wang shook his head and said, you go and ask.
Let me tell you, why?
He said that her eyes were so poisonous that I was afraid to let her look at them, making it seem like I had no secrets.
Oh, it turns out it’s not just me who feels this way, Mr. Wang also feels it!
After hearing his words, my abnormal psychology quickly found a perverted balance.
People are so strange. When you are alone and down, you may feel aggrieved, but when everyone around you is down like this, you feel relieved in an instant.
So I ran after Wu Tinghan and asked her, how did you know that Mr. Wang buried Chen Guzi's coffin in the ancestral hall?
You know, when Mr. Wang wanted to leave my grandfather's coffin in the ancestral hall all night, he was unanimously blocked by the villagers, let alone digging a grave in the ancestral hall. If Mr. Wang really dared to do that, some fellow villagers would just chop him with a kitchen knife!
Wu Tinghan looked at me with contempt and said, "Aside from the ancestral hall, is there any place that we can't guess?" The answer lies in the riddle. How dare you ask if it's so simple?
I heard Mr. Wang sneer from the side. It was obvious that he had expected such a result, so he deliberately asked me to ask so that he could laugh at my joke.
Bah, this old man is so immoral!
After Wu Tinghan finished his daily quarrel with me, he looked at Mr. Wang and said, I am more curious, how did you convince them to allow you to bury people in the ancestral hall?
After hearing this question, Mr. Wang's originally frustrated face instantly regained his former self-confidence, and even his slightly hunched back straightened up a lot.
He did not directly answer Wu Tinghan's words, but habitually asked me first, "College students, guess what, am I asking them to agree?"
I knew this was Mr. Wang who wanted to embarrass me on purpose, so I thought about it and said to him with a smile, could it be that you are pretending to be crazy? After all, no one would compete with a fool, right?
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Wang took out the ax from his waist and planned to throw my body halfway up the mountain.
Wu Tinghan, who was walking in front, spoke coldly. She said that she should make a fuss about Chen Guzi's portrait crying, but I don't know how to do it specifically.
Mr. Wang, who had regained his arrogance, suddenly lost his interest in hacking me to death. He directly put away his ax and told Wu Tinghan, "I'll tell them, Chen Guzi has resentment in his heart, if not If the ancestors were allowed to stop talking, the whole village would die.
People are afraid of death.
So when Mr. Wang related their lives to Chen Guzi, even if it was buried in front of their house, let alone an ancestral hall, they wouldn't even frown.
The door of the ancestral hall was locked, and there were no signs of damage. At least on the surface, no one used violence to enter the temple. The key to the ancestral hall door has always been kept by the village chief...
While I was analyzing this, I saw Mr. Wang take out a key from his hip pocket and unlock the door of the ancestral hall, which made me stunned.
I asked Mr. Wang, how come you have the key to the ancestral hall door?
Mr. Wang said, because your village chief is a coward just like you.
This answer was simply wrong, but I later learned that it was because Mr. Wang came to the ancestral hall several times a day to make sure that Chen Guzi’s coffin was safe. The village chief is very afraid of things related to Chen Guzi, so instead of accompanying Mr. Wang here every time, he might as well just throw the key to Mr. Wang and let him do it on his own.
After the door of the ancestral hall is opened, what comes into view is the wide courtyard and the densely packed spiritual tablets in the hall.
I remember that when I left, the spiritual throne had not been put back into its original position. I don’t know whether Mr. Wang did it or the village chief asked someone to do it.
In addition to these, the most eye-catching thing is the large rectangular area in the center of the ancestral hall courtyard that is several degrees darker than the surrounding area. It seems that Chen Guzi's coffin was buried here by Mr. Wang.
In addition, in order not to affect the people in the village coming here to gather for business, a flat tomb without sealing soil was made to ensure the smoothness of the ancestral hall yard.
Mr. Wang said that there is absolutely no problem with Feng Shui in this position. It is the most basic thing to have mountains and water at your back. There is a jade belt in front of the door, a pen holder on the left, and an inkstone in the right hand. Windfalls will come to you, and yellow dogs will stay in their dens. Even if you look for it deliberately, you will not get it. You must be able to find a great Feng Shui spot.
When Mr. Wang said this, he reached out and pointed back and forth, left and right.
I followed his fingers and looked over, but I couldn't see anything except high mountains. I really didn't know whether his so-called Feng Shui treasure land was real or just a random joke.
Wu Tinghan said that it was indeed a good place. It seemed that the person who selected the ancestral hall for their village had some real skills.
After hearing what Wu Tinghan said, I immediately understood that Mr. Wang was not just making nonsense, but was actually telling the truth!
So I hurriedly re-read the place he just pointed at, hoping to memorize it all. When I meet rich people in the future, I can pretend to be cool and give them some pointers. Maybe the other person will be happy in the big city. Give me a house and a car as a gift?
Who can say for sure about shitty luck? Haven't you seen in those urban novels where the male protagonist relies on his understanding of Feng Shui, pretends to be cool and gets slapped in the face, and finally reaches the pinnacle of life?
Wu Tinghan seemed to see what I was thinking, and snorted coldly, saying, "You don't have to look, you don't have decades of experience, you can't even tell."
Hearing these words, I seemed to hear the sound of dreams shattering—he, tui! Everything in the novel is indeed a lie!
Mr. Wang was very proud after receiving Wu Tinghan's affirmation. He deliberately told Wu Tinghan that Feng Shui was indeed good Feng Shui, but these are not important, because if you ask me to look for it, I will definitely find a place with better Feng Shui than this one. . There is one most crucial reason why I chose to bury it here.
Wu Tinghan didn't say anything, but I couldn't help but hurriedly asked, "What's the reason?"
Mr. Wang enjoyed the feeling that others could not see through him, as if he could regain some of his arrogance that Wu Tinghan had severely beaten.
So he held out three fingers to me and said, I will give you three chances. As long as you can guess it, I will teach you Feng Shui.
When I heard this, my eyes lit up, and I hurriedly used my brain to think of the reason.
But I had no idea where to start. So I subconsciously went to see Wu Tinghan, hoping to get some tips from her.
But unfortunately, this girl didn't seem to be interested in this at all. Instead, she walked to the rectangular area with fresh soil and stretched out her hand to pull it a few times. Because her back was to me, I couldn't see clearly what she was doing.
Seeking help from Wu Tinghan seemed to be unfeasible, and it was obviously unrealistic to figure it out on my own, so I randomly guessed three answers, namely, there are ancestors’ memorial tablets here; other Yin people dare not enter; and the ancestral hall. The incense is endless, and even the old millet can get some light.
But alas, none.
At this time, Wu Tinghan had already stood up and walked towards the hall, seemingly looking for a reason for the portrait to cry again.
When Mr. Wang saw this, he pointed at the rectangular area with a smile and said to me, "You are so stupid, you can't even guess something simple?" The most important reason is that your grandfather's coffin was placed in this place before.
I'm very puzzled. Is this the reason? Why didn't you say that this village has traces of my grandfather's life?
Mr. Wang said, just think about it, if your grandfather can cut off his Chen Guzi Di Baili Corpse Monument, does that mean he is suppressed? Now that he is buried in this place, even if he wants to cause trouble with the corpse, will he still take care of your grandfather and restrain himself?
Okay, whatever you say is what it is, we don’t understand it anyway.
With that said, I walked towards the rectangular area, wanting to see what was different here.
But as soon as I got closer, I was shocked by a line of writing on the ground.
Mr. Wang then came over, patted me on the shoulder and asked, were you fooled by my tricks? If you were an ordinary person, you wouldn't have imagined it. Didn't you see that Senior Wu didn't dare to play this time? She must have never thought of it...
At this point, Mr. Wang's words stopped abruptly because he also saw the line of writing on the ground.
The place where Chen Youwei's coffin is parked.
That's right, after this line of writing on the ground, there was also a 'period' written very carefully - this should be what Wu Tinghan wrote when he scratched on the ground just now.
I took a look at Mr. Wang and found that the expression on his face was even uglier than when he was on the mountain.
When he thought about what he had just said, saying that Wu Tinghan couldn't see it, in less than a second, Wu Tinghan used this line of words written in advance to hit him hard in the face of Mr. Wang.
To be honest, I wanted to laugh.
But before I could laugh out loud, I was kicked in the butt by Mr. Wang, and he pulled out an ax and threatened me, telling me, hold it back! If any third person knows what I just told you, I will chop off your head and use it as a ball!
I hurriedly stretched out my hand and swore that I would never tell anyone about this.
Of course, if Wu Tinghan sees it on her own, it's none of my business. After all, there was no secret at all in front of that woman.
At this time, Wu Tinghan had already walked around the hall of the ancestral hall. When she came out, she said directly to Mr. Wang that the Eight Immortals who carried his grandfather's coffin were probably still in the village. I need their help with something.
Mr. Wang asked, why are there so many people involved?
Wu Tinghan pointed to the new soil under his feet and said two words coldly: dig a grave.
