After traveling through time, I taught cultivation in kindergarten

The waterway was dug deep, but the waterway was still wide.

Grandma Mao didn't know much about this, after all, she hadn't lived here for so many years, but she had heard people talk about getting water from the mountain before, so she said, "It should be dug to facilitate water for farmland? Last year, I saw it was still a little far from the tomb, but now I don't know why this waterway seems to be much wider."

Mao Doudou: "Grandma, will the water go into the tomb?"

"It shouldn't? They should have estimated the location when digging the channel, so that the water wouldn't flow into the tomb." Mao's father denied it.

Mao Doudou pointed to the place where the water was constantly washing, "Dad, look, will the water flow in?"

Although the water was washing below, there happened to be a depression behind the tomb, and the stream continued to impact this depression. It can be imagined that water must have accumulated in the coffin.

Once the remains of the ancestors are damaged, it will undoubtedly be a disaster for future generations.

Grandma Mao had not noticed this problem before. Now when she heard Mao Doudou say this, she quickly looked out to check. After a look, she stamped her feet anxiously: "It's true! This won't do. The water can't enter the tomb. We have to deal with your great-grandfather's tomb."

Grandma Mao had a headache. The problem with the tomb was related to the feng shui of the ancestral tomb. She couldn't just change the location casually.

This matter could only be handled by her son. After all, it was their Mao family's business. After all, she was just an outsider.

Father Mao also knew the importance of the matter. He quickly said to Grandma Mao: "Mom, I will go down the mountain to find a master to help us find where to move our ancestral graves. We have to choose a good time to move the graves."

Grandma Mao nodded, and thought of the Taoist Huang who helped Zhang Yinghao exorcise evil spirits, so she said: "I heard from the villagers that there is a Taoist Huang in the village next door. I heard that he is very capable. We can ask him to help find a Feng Shui treasure land."

"Okay, I know." Father Mao nodded. After the group went down the mountain, Father Mao asked Aunt Li about Taoist Huang.

"Master Huang, he lives in Qianjin Village, which is separated from us by a village, not very far, but his fee is quite expensive." Aunt Li didn't know what Father Mao wanted to find a Taoist priest for, but still told him the specific place.

Father Mao Doudou nodded. It didn't matter if it was a little more expensive to find a good place for his ancestral graves.

Thinking of this, Father Mao went out to find this Master Huang.

After all, their current house is not very convenient to live in, and they can't stay in the village for a long time.

When Mr. Mao found Master Huang, Master Huang was worried about Zhang Yinghao. He had searched through his ancestral home, but couldn't find out what to do in such a situation.

When Mr. Mao asked him to help check the Feng Shui of the ancestral grave, Master Huang felt that he had lost money when he thought about today's loss of only 6,000 yuan.

He might as well make some money from Mr. Mao, so he said, "You can let me check the Feng Shui for you, but my price is not cheap." He observed Mr. Mao's expression.

If he hesitated, he would lower the price a little, otherwise if this person ran away, he would not make a penny.

Mr. Mao said without hesitation, "As long as you can find a good location for my ancestral grave, we can negotiate the price."

He felt that his ancestors were blessing him for winning the lottery. Now his ancestors were about to be flooded, and if he didn't change a good house for them, his ancestors would appear and slap him a few times.

Hearing this, Taoist Huang immediately stretched out three fingers. Father Mao looked at them and asked, "Three hundred?"

Master Huang took a breath. Where did this stupid boy come from? Is it so cheap to look at Feng Shui?

He didn't think that Master Huang was a well-known master in these villages. He actually thought that he could be invited for only three hundred?

He glanced at Father Mao unhappily and said, "Three thousand."

Father Mao thought about it and felt that this price seemed reasonable?

"Okay, when are you free to go over and help?"

Master Huang looked at the time and said, "It's a little too late today. It will be dark soon and I can't look. I will go to your village tomorrow morning."

Father Mao returned after confirming the time and place with Master Huang.

Late at night, the village fell into silence. Black fog floated out of the pond not far from the Li family and slowly went towards the yard of the Zhang family.

Zhang Yinghao, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and stood up. He looked very stiff. His legs were stiff and he walked out slowly.

Mao Doudou, who had fallen asleep, woke up with a start.

He felt a bad smell.

He quietly walked out of the room and out of Aunt Li's yard.

His spiritual consciousness had seen Zhang Yinghao walking straight towards the pond, as if he was controlled by some force.

Mao Doudou's heart tightened, it was clearly the black fog that was causing trouble.

He flashed behind Zhang Yinghao and called his name tentatively: "Haohao?"

Zhang Yinghao seemed to have heard his voice, turned around suddenly, and stared at Mao Doudou.

Mao Doudou was about to use his spiritual power to control Zhang Yinghao, when suddenly a voice came: "Be careful!" After that, he felt something was coming towards him quickly.

He quickly dodged and saw that Zhang Yinghao, who was standing next to him, was covered in blood on his face and body.

Mao Doudou couldn't help but secretly rejoice when he saw this situation: Fortunately, he dodged quickly, otherwise he would be the one who suffered.

Taoist Huang splashed the black dog blood on Zhang Yinghao, but failed to stop Zhang Yinghao from rushing towards Mao Doudou.

Zhang Yinghao slowly raised his hand, clenched his fist, and rushed towards Mao Doudou.

Mao Doudou saw this and quickly dodged sideways, then quickly counterattacked, punching Zhang Yinghao with his spiritual power.

Zhang Yinghao seemed to have no feeling and let the fist hit him.

Mao Doudou frowned and retreated. This body belonged to Zhang Yinghao. Now this unknown monster didn't know how to control Zhang Yinghao's body, so he was naturally not afraid of pain.

Zhang Yinghao launched another attack, and Taoist Huang was stunned when he saw the two fighting.

He went back to look for ancient books for a long time, but couldn't find a way, so he thought of going to the pond to have a look. According to his guess, there should be something unclean in the pond, so Zhang Yinghao was like a lost soul after falling in.

Seeing Mao Doudou retreat, Taoist Huang immediately reacted. Now was not the time for him to think about these things. He immediately stabbed Zhang Yinghao with a peach wood sword.

However, Taoist Huang was just an ordinary person after all. With a flick of his hand, he was thrown out by Zhang Yinghao.

Seeing this, Mao Doudou held the spiritual sword, continuously injected spiritual power into it, and then stabbed Zhang Yinghao with the sword.

The thing controlling Zhang Yinghao seemed to sense the spiritual power contained in the sword, and the black mist in his body seemed to have encountered a terrifying thing. His body began to tremble violently, and the black mist also rolled wildly.

Mao Doudou took this opportunity to increase the output of spiritual power. The light of the spiritual sword became brighter and brighter, and it went straight to Zhang Yinghao's vitals.

Just when Mao Doudou was about to succeed, the black mist in the pond also condensed. The black mist spread out wildly like an angry beast.