On the day of Jia Shen in the Guiyou month of the Jiawu year, it went to the south of the tiger. Jia did not open a warehouse and his property was wasted. Shen could not sleep in bed and sneaked into the room.
Suitable for: breaking ground, building construction, traveling, and burying; inauspicious: logging, recruiting a wife, accepting a son-in-law, and erecting a monument.
In the upper reaches of the Minjiang River in Rongcheng, the sky was filled with yellow paper. It fell feebly into the river with the wind, flowed down the river, and was soon swallowed by the rolling river water.
"The three strange things in the sky, the sun, the moon and the stars, are all over the sky and the earth is full of ghosts and gods. The gods bow their heads and worship, and the evil spirits will not stop when they see them!"
On the shore of the Min River, at a bridge construction site, a strangely dressed mage, holding a sword and a golden whip, was muttering something.
He wore a red scarf on his head, a green coat, and a long blue skirt on his lower body. His bare feet were dancing strangely on the gravel beach on the shore, and he didn't feel any pain.
This is the attire of Master Wu and Mage of the Lushan sect.
The Lushan Sect may not be famous in other areas, but in Jianzhou Province and Rongcheng, it is a local primitive religion. It inherits the essence of Jingming Tao, Lingbao Sect and other schools, and this mage is also a specialist in the Lushan Sect. The "red-headed mage" who exorcises evil spirits and eliminates disasters.
The mage jumped for a while, then suddenly picked up a bowl from the altar, knocked it upside down on the ground, shouted loudly, and then stabbed it to pieces with his sword.
Then, he exhaled a breath of turbid air, placed the magic weapon on the altar, closed his eyes and said nothing.
The mage can keep his composure, but the people next to him cannot.
A middle-aged man in a suit couldn't help but asked: "Master Huang, is it done?"
The mage was silent for about ten seconds, and the people around him couldn't help but sweat in the hot weather.
The Xinye Bridge has collapsed three times since it was built. No matter how many experts from the design institute studied, they could not find the problem. And in the latest collapse three days ago, a worker died. , this matter has become a big deal. Not only the relevant departments ordered the work to be stopped for rectification, but the workers are even more panicked.
Since ancient times, rivers, lakes and seas have always been accompanied by various bizarre and horrifying stories. In the past, workers saw a female ghost dancing in the river in the middle of the night. They were so frightened that they lost consciousness and resigned and went home. Now workers are suspicious of the water. There is something unclean inside that is preventing them from building the bridge.
If it continues, who can guarantee that he won’t be the one who gets into trouble next?
The workers are scared, and their boss Zhang Guodong is even more worried.
The reason why this bridge was built was to allow the government to grant him the land on the other side of the bridge to develop. If the bridge could not be built and the land could not be obtained, wouldn't it mean that he would lose his wife and lose his troops?
Zhang Guodong is just the owner of a small real estate company and cannot afford such losses.
So he spent a lot of money to hire Huang Hai, the red-headed master of the Lushan sect, to do the work, just hoping that the project would go smoothly.
Master Huang was silent for a long time, opened his eyes, stroked his mustache, and explained:
"I have just said hello to the wandering ghosts around me. They are not the ones causing trouble. The real problem is the land under our feet."
Zhang Guodong frowned: "Master, what do you mean by this?"
"The location you chose is low-lying and is a place where shade gathers. It has no backing and is not a good Feng Shui location. The most important thing is that if you build a bridge here, a fire shape will be formed between the bridge, the river bank and the water. Fire, water and fire have been incompatible since ancient times, and your bridge cannot hold down this fire-shaped evil, so it will naturally collapse several times after it is built. Moreover, the fire-shaped evil dominates the Li hexagram in the Bagua, and the Li hexagram is fire, which will cause disasters of blood and light. If you continue to repair it, If you go down there, more than just one or two people will die!"
After Zhang Guodong heard this, his frown deepened. Human lives were at stake, and this was not a small matter.
But where to build the bridge is all decided by the officials, how can he have the power to decide? What's more, the bridge is now half-repaired, and the cost of rebuilding it is too high.
Is there no other way?
Fortunately, Master Huang immediately said: It is not that there is no solution.
It is not difficult to resolve the fire-shaped evil spirit. The simplest way is to use Xuanwu stone statues to suppress it. If a bridge cannot suppress your fire-shaped evil spirit, why can’t the mysterious beast Xuanwu, which controls water, suppress it?
Master Huang immediately pointed out to Zhang Guodong that a basalt stone statue should be buried under the third pier, so that the bridge construction could proceed smoothly. Zhang Guodong was overjoyed when he found the solution. He was so grateful and grateful to Master Huang that he wished he could kneel down and kowtow to him.
Just as Zhang Guodong was thanking Master Huang, a voice suddenly floated out from among the workers:
"The problem is not the Fire Shape, it's the bridge pier..."
The sound was not loud, but in such an atmosphere, it seemed particularly harsh.
Master Huang immediately glanced in the direction of the sound and saw a young man dressed simply standing there with a crossbody bag hanging on his body and a strange wooden bird standing on his shoulder.
The young man has a clean, stubby hair, healthy wheat-colored skin, and dazzling white teeth. Although he is at a construction site, he is spotless, except for the whitewashed clothes that make him look a little poor.
Just after the troubles at the construction site were solved, he heard discordant sounds. Zhang Guodong couldn't help but feel upset: "Which foreman do you work for? Your hair is not even long, what do you know?"
Immediately a foreman came out and cursed angrily:
"Who told you to talk to Mr. Zhang like this? Who do you think you are!"
Master Huang had a profound look on his face: "It doesn't matter, I, Huang Hai, have been in this industry for so many years and have been questioned a lot. Feng Shui is so unpredictable that young people think they have already read a few novels on the Internet. I understand it completely, but I don’t know that even if I spend my whole life, I may not be able to really understand the secret here.”
The young man said unhappily: "If you are wrong, you are wrong. You can't tell it because you are ignorant. If you don't listen to me, sooner or later something will happen to the construction site!"
"You brat, if you weren't starving to death, would it be your turn to move the bricks? Stop talking nonsense here and get out of here!"
The foreman on the side was furious and wanted to kick the young man out.
This little bastard was only recruited to the construction site at noon. After eating three box lunches, he did nothing. Now he is still talking nonsense in front of Zhang Guodong. The foreman only regrets that he did not keep his eyes open. If he got angry because of this kid Mr. Zhang, the foreman may also be implicated.
"Forget it if you don't believe it. If something happens, don't blame me for not warning you!"
The young man was also angry. Seeing that everyone refused to believe him, he turned around and left.
The foreman seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly changed. He chased after the young man and grabbed the young man's hand: "Don't leave!"
The young man turned back and smiled: "Begging me now? It's too late!"
The foreman pointed to the lunch box in his arms and said, "You haven't done any work and you still want to take away my three boxes of lunch. Are you reincarnated as a starving ghost?"
The young man blushed, coughed twice, left his lunch box, and ran away.
The foreman was still angry and cursed at the young man's back: "Little beggar, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. Don't ask me to meet you again next time!"
The rest of the people at the construction site looked at each other in confusion. Although Master Huang had given a guarantee, everyone was a little worried when the young man made such a fuss.
Zhang Guodong comforted him: "Don't worry, everyone. The Xuanwu stone statue is already on its way. It will be buried tonight and construction can begin tomorrow morning. With Master Huang's help, everything will be safe!"
But even so, the haze in the hearts of the workers has not gone away.
Master Huang smiled slightly and behaved like an expert: "I, Huang Hai, am a top Feng Shui master in Rongcheng, and the head of the Lushan School is my uncle. Do you believe in me or that?" A young boy?"
Master Huang is worthy of being a master. His tone is gentle and confident, which is much more effective than Zhang Guodong's comfort.
The workers then put aside their worries and began to take action.
Outside the construction site, the young man carrying a crossbody bag looked back as he walked: "Grandpa, you asked me to do more good deeds. I want to listen to you, but it's hard to persuade the damn ghosts with good words. They don't believe it, and there's nothing I can do about it." Come on!"
At this time, a skinny worker caught up and said, "Little brother, don't, don't leave in a hurry!"
The young man was stunned and couldn't help but cover his crossbody bag: "I'll just take the three boxes, nothing else!"
"Um...I'm not asking you for a lunch box." The worker said awkwardly.
"Is it possible that they are here to pay me my salary? No, I haven't started working yet..."
The worker in front of me was in his early thirties, not that old, but his skin was too tanned and he looked a little too old.
The worker said: "My name is Wu Yuchun, what is your name?"
The young man took one look at the worker's face and saw that he did not look like an evil person, so he puffed up his chest and replied, "Yan Shouyi."
"Brother Yan," Wu Yuchun scratched the back of his head. He seemed a little unaccustomed to communicating with others, but he still tried his best to speak, "I don't have much education, but I can see people very accurately. I think you look like a person with real abilities. , so I have something to ask you..."
Yan Shou smiled and asked, "Tell me what it is first, and then I will consider whether to answer or not."
Wu Yuchun took out the crumpled cigarette box, gave Yan Shou one cigarette, and then held the cigarette in his mouth, with a trace of sadness in his cloudy eyes: "The one who died at the construction site a few days ago was my brother. That day, he was the only one working on the bridge. After the bridge collapsed, he fell into the river. The body has not been fished out yet. The foreman gave me 200,000 yuan and told me not to fish out the body, otherwise it would It slowed down the construction progress, and I thought that even though my brother was gone, at least I could still provide for my parents with money, so I agreed in a daze."
"But in the next few days, I always dreamed about my brother. I dreamed that he was all wet and said it was cold and wanted to go home, and asked me why I didn't find him..."
Wu Yuchun, a man in his thirties, couldn't help wiping away tears at this time: "I don't know how to swim, and I don't know how to find a corpse. They said there are many undercurrents under the river, and the corpse may have been washed downstream. It's impossible to find it." No, but I can’t help but feel sad when I think about my brother’s death and his body.”
Yan Shou took a puff of cigarette and asked, "So, you want me to help you retrieve the body?"
Wu Yuchun nodded quickly: "Little brother, if you can fish out my brother's body, I am willing to give you all the money the foreman gave you."
Yan Shou pointed in the direction of the construction site: "Isn't that Master Huang also capable? Why don't you look for him?"
"Master Huang's fees are too expensive."
"..." Yan Shouyi sighed, do I look cheap?
He glanced at the direction of the construction site and said calmly: "How much money do you have with you now?"
Wu Yuchun was stunned, and after rummaging through his pocket for a long time, he found a crumpled amount of more than eighty yuan. It was all full of change, not even a fifty-fifty piece.
"That's all I have now. If it's not enough, I can go to the bank to get it..."
"No, that's enough," Yan Shouyi said, "I can't charge too much, or I'll be punished by God."
Then Yan Shouyi warned again: "The yang energy is too strong during the day, and it is too difficult to find your brother's body. Let's come at night. Then you prepare your brother's clothes before he was alive, and then go to the river to fold some sycamore branches. Remember?"
Wu Yuchun nodded quickly.
The construction site was calling for work again, Wu Yuchun hurried back, while Yan Shouyi came to the river and looked at the river thoughtfully.
Suddenly, he took off the lifelike wooden bird on his shoulder, lowered his head and said something in the wooden bird's ear, then made a seal with his hand and threw the wooden bird out.
Unexpectedly, the wooden bird did not fall into the river, but fluttered its wings and flew up!
It is vaguely visible that the word "Luban" is engraved on the back of the wooden bird.
