This so-called ancestral home of Uncle Seven is actually on a slope, surrounded by lawns, and is big enough to be used as a golf course.
Zhang Guozhong stepped into the house and felt a wave of Yin Qi hitting his face.
"Damn it's so weird."
Zhang Guozhong tugged on Old Liu Tou's sleeve, "Brother, look at the terrain, this place should be good for gathering Qi, why has it become a gate of hell?"
Old Liu Tou took out the compass and turned left and right.
The compass needle did not move.
"Yes, nothing is wrong."
"Mr.
Aguang, have you been deceived?"
Zhang Guozhong frowned.
"Mr.
Zhang."
Aguang looked around and approached Zhang Guozhong, "It's true that it's haunted.
I've seen it with my own eyes.
I was so scared that I was almost scared.
It happens every day.
If it wasn't too powerful, I would be scared."
Don't know how to move?
" "Oh" Zhang Guozhong was puzzled, "Mr.
Aguang, what did you see?"
"To be honest, one day a few years ago, that night, I just came out of my master's study.
Suddenly I heard someone screaming downstairs.
I jumped down the stairs and found a Filipino.
The servant is lying on the ground foaming at the mouth.
We thought Why did she have some illness, so she called the doctor, but the doctor said it was due to excessive fright.
Later, the Filipino maid said that she saw a silver coin removed from her own head with her hands.
This was the first time since then.
La, this kind of relationship continues, making the master very sad. " "It's strange."
Old Liu Tou looked at the compass again, "What about the future?"
"By the way, there will be some Thai mercenaries in the future.
One of them was washed.
He was pinched and washed.
The other two were not in a normal state of mind.
As a result, the master gave them a sum of money and sent them back to the country.
Yes, no one has lived here since."
"What the hell," Old Liu Tou said, "You are loyal to the country, look at it."
"Mr.
Aguang, we need to stay here for one night," Zhang Guozhong lit a cigarette, "Mr.
Aguang, can you stay and introduce us to the things here?"
"No problem," A Guang said, "But I have to tell the master."
After that, A Guang said goodbye to the three of them and turned back to the car.
"Then I'll go back too."
Wang Zihao turned around and wanted to run away.
"Come back," Old Liu pulled Wang Zihao back, "Go get us some food and drinks."
In the evening, Old Liu Tou and Zhang Guozhong found a house, wiped the bed, drank enough wine, and endured for a long time without any movement, "Ah Guang, why do you think this is haunted?
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Where is the ghost?"
"This room is the most haunted," Aguang said.
"It turns out that there are so many silvers in this room that I'm scared to death.
How could I not hide them?"
Aguang took a sip of his wine.
"Maybe it's because he's old.
Yes, but it’s so evil "After drinking some wine, Aguang began to talk to Zhang Guozhong and Liu Tou about encountering ghosts in the house.
Most of them were things about bumping into guests, which made Zhang Guozhong almost fall asleep.
At three o'clock in the morning, there was silence all around.
Old Liu dizzily took a compass and walked around the villa.
Nothing happened.
"Damn it, what the hell?"
Old Liu scolded as he entered the house, "Yes It’s not that someone is buried in the ground, you old man must have had a few nightmares.”
"It's impossible.
The most famous Feng Shui master in Southeast Asia who was looking for this house at that time said that this place is the best treasure in Hong Kong and it cannot be a cemetery."
A Guang said, "This place used to be a wild land.
There is no such thing. grave" "The most famous in Southeast Asia," Old Liu Tou said with disdain, "If that master is really capable, why would he come to us?"
In the middle of the night, the three of them were getting ready to go to bed.
At this moment, they suddenly heard the tableware on the table jumping up and down, and Aguang woke up immediately, "Mr.
Zhang, listen to Mr.
Zhang, wake up quickly."
At this time, Zhang Guozhong was sleeping soundly.
He pulled out the dragon scale from his trousers and inserted it on the table with a bang.
All the noises stopped immediately.
"Those who are troubled should be considered haunted."
Zhang Guozhong sat up in a daze and took a sip of water.
"Hey, it's troubled."
At this time, Zhang Guozhong was also thinking deeply.
"Trouble" often occurs in rural areas in the mainland.
It is a phenomenon where pots and pots make noise by themselves.
Usually, it can be solved by chopping a hatchet on the table with a show of authority.
Even the peasants didn't care.
Why was Uncle Qi so scared?
Also, the phenomenon of "trouble" usually occurs in the "Juyin Pond", but in the daytime, it seems that the feng shui of this villa is extremely good.
No matter how good it is, how can it be possible to "make trouble"?
"Mr.
Zhang, you are so awesome."
Aguang seemed to be very surprised.
In the past, he could only pretend not to hear when he encountered this kind of situation, but now it actually stopped ringing.
The next day, Zhang Guozhong and Lao Liu walked around the house again and again.
No matter how they looked at it, they felt that the feng shui of this house was so good that it could not be the Juyin Pool, let alone the Gate of Hell.
"Guozhong, look," Old Liu Tou simply put the compass in his bag and went for a walk, "does the old man have some kind of dementia?"
"Senior brother, this house is really weird," Zhang Guozhong said while smoking.
"You may have slept last night, but I saw something violent."
"It's so bad."
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Old Liu Tou put up a pergola with his hands and looked around the house, "Hey, that's fucking weird."
After getting in the car, Aguang drove Zhang Guozhong and Liu Tou to Uncle Qi's villa.
"How do you two see something?"
Uncle Qi said.
"As far as the house itself is concerned, there is no problem."
Old Liu Tou said, "I mean, the feng shui of this house is very good. " "Yes," Uncle Qi sighed, "In previous generations, they wanted official positions and wealth.
I don't know how it became like this in my generation."
"The previous generation" Zhang Guozhong suddenly thought thoughtfully, "Uncle Qi, has anyone died in your house?"
"No."
Uncle Qi took a sip of tea, "Not to mention dead people, not even a fly died."
Zhang Guozhong learned that Uncle Qi believed in Buddhism and killing animals was a taboo at home.
Even flies were driven away by opening the windows.
"That's weird."
Zhang Guozhong scratched his head and suddenly thought deeply, "Uncle Qi, I wonder if you can build a high platform."
"What?"
Uncle Qi was completely confused, "What high platform?"
"It's a platform that allows us to see clearly the surroundings of the villa.
Depending on the area of your villa, I think it should be at least fifty meters high, and the higher, the better."
Zhang Guozhong became less and less confident as he talked.
This is no small project.
Even if the platform is built and there are no flaws, this person is in great disgrace.
"That makes sense."
Uncle Qi smoked his pipe and said thoughtfully, "Aguang, please take some gentlemen with you."
Just when Zhang Guozhong was about to say something to find a step for himself, Aguang had already stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture.
"Uncle Qi, this is actually about trying to find out the cause, but it may not be possible to find it."
Zhang Guozhong tried his best to explain that the tens of meters of platform is not a small investment.
If nothing is found after the platform is built, it will be much better There is a step down "It doesn't matter.
Doctors need to take X-rays for diagnosis.
I understand your request."
Uncle Qi smoked his pipe and looked at Zhang Guozhong with a smile.
Unexpectedly, this time A Guang did not drive to the villa to set up a stage, but drove directly to the tarmac.
"Damn, you're a capitalist," Zhang Guozhong sighed.
At this moment, he felt that Wang Zihao's little money was not popular at all.
I don't know where this seventh uncle came from, but he actually had his own airport.
Zhang Guozhong took a helicopter ride for the first time and felt dizzy.
"Mr.
Zhang, my ancestral home is down there."
A Guang's voice came from the earphones.
"Can you fly a little lower?"
Zhang Guozhong said.
It was indeed a panoramic view of the mountains, but it was too small and couldn't see anything clearly.
Aguang directly asked the pilot to fly to a low altitude of about 200 meters.
At this time, everything around the villa was in full view.
"Brother, look at that white thing."
Zhang Guozhong pointed to the rows of white dots faintly arranged outside the main entrance of the villa.
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From a high altitude, you can see that the dotted lines formed by these white dots form a funnel shape.
"Ah Guang, please fly more over there."
The helicopter turned around and flew along the white line for a while.
The white line led directly to the entrance of a highway.
After the helicopter flew further low, Zhang Guozhong took a rough look with the help of the telescope.
This white thing looked like a sculpture, and it also looked like a white line.
The guardrail can't be seen clearly intermittently, but the amount of work is extremely large, like a municipal project.
"So that's it," Zhang Guozhong took a deep breath, "Mr.
Aguang, we can go back."
"Mr.
Zhang, what are you talking about?"
Uncle Qi was furious.
According to Zhang Guozhong, the one in the Seventh Uncle's house is the "Ghost Gate Array", also called the "Ghost Array".
There was a method of "attracting souls" in Maoshan art, which was to use a kind of stone with an attribute during the Ghost Festival.
Yin stone powder and other items are used to lead out a path and draw away the ghosts from the road to avoid conflicts between humans and ghosts.
Until now, some places still retain these customs, but most of the stone has been replaced by nan wood chips, straw and other materials.
But according to Maoshan's theory, based on the local star map, it is real and feasible to use stones to create a "ghost gate formation" to attract ghosts.
The main road is a place where ghosts can pass.
Most people burn paper and offer sacrifices there.
This is the principle at the crossroads.
The entrance of the Ghost Gate Formation is set up on the road, so that the wandering ghosts on the road will walk through the lines of the stone, and then a "ghost controlling stake" is set up at the destination.
"It is a white marble stake engraved with the "Soul-Inducing Sutra", a Taoist scripture used for salvation.
It has the effect of attracting souls and souls.
Ghosts will spin around here, which is somewhat similar to the ghosts encountered by humans hitting the wall.
In fact, this It is to arrange a "ghost wall" for ghosts.
This is the same as the jade basket in Wang Zihao's family.
It can arouse the resentment of ghosts over time.
Even if it is an ordinary soul and is not an evil ghost, the consequences will be serious.
"Uncle Qi, don't get excited.
I'll explain it to you."
Zhang Guozhong also felt a little guilty.
Seeing the old man's face flushed, he couldn't bear the responsibility if he had a myocardial infarction and couldn't breathe.
"I haven't verified it yet.
Might be a coincidence of municipal buildings” But this seventh uncle didn't listen to the second half of Zhang Guozhong's words at all, and kept roaring, "I, Liao Qi, surnamed Zhao, and you are incompatible with each other."
He coughed, and Aguang behind him hurriedly stepped forward to help the seventh uncle, and kept patting him.
Uncle Qi’s back.
Old Liu Tou tugged on Zhang Guozhong's clothes and signaled to stop talking, "Master Liao's formation is quite broken, it's just hard to detect.
You don't have to worry, we brothers will help you move back within a week."
When Old Liu Tou called him "Master Liao", Uncle Qi was also stunned.
After so many years, no one had ever called him that.
He was stunned at first, but then he was very happy, "Mr.
Liu, you must keep your word."
The uncle waved his hand, and the people below immediately brought up a box.
Zhang Guozhong was stunned as soon as he opened the box.
It was a dagger with cold light.
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Although he didn't recognize what it was, based on his intuition, it was not a simple thing.
Old Liu Tou was also stupid.
He always believed that he was well-informed, but this time he really opened his eyes.
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