Heavenly Master, I have a different world

Even in modern society, there are still deserted mountains and wild mountains that are inaccessible to people.

There is no steel jungle or noisy crowds here. Instead, there are bushes, birds, animals, fish and insects. They still follow the natural laws passed down from ancient times.

The weak eat the strong, struggling to survive.

One day.

The loud singing sounded from the depths of the mountain forest, the sound startled many birds, and even the beasts in the mountain forest quietly bowed their bodies.

"Watching chess players playing badly, cutting down trees, walking slowly at the mouth of the valley beside the clouds, selling firewood and selling wine, laughing wildly to express my love. The sky is long and the autumn is high, I pillow my head on the pine roots against the moon, and I sleep at dawn."

"Recognize the old forest, climb the cliffs and cross the ridges, and cut the dead vines with an axe."

The singing echoed in the mountains and forests, with a sense of heroism, freedom and purity.

Although the birds and beasts did not understand its meaning, they naturally understood the freedom and ease in it, and ripples seemed to appear in their confused hearts.

"Crash..."

The trees swayed, and a figure appeared on the top of the mountain.

The person who came was wearing a Taoist robe, Yin-Yang boots, and his long hair was tied with a hairpin on his head. He looked like a Taoist priest who was cultivating in the mountains.

In such a barren mountain with no paths, there was no trace of dust on his body.

This man's eyes were shining like two black jade stones. During his breathing, two streams of white air moved between his mouth and nose.

"call……"

He exhaled turbid air for a long time, like an arrow, and shot straight forward several feet away, leaving a long trace in the air, which took a long time to disperse.

"Good place!"

Looking around, Fang Zheng nodded slowly:

“What a geomantic treasure!”

If he wanted to verify whether there was any inheritance of magic in modern society, the first thing he thought of was the two major branches of magic, Feng Shui and Physiognomy.

What a coincidence.

Jiu Yuanzi is an expert in this field!

Spells can be hidden, but Feng Shui is on the surface. If there is a master, he will definitely leave something behind in a special Feng Shui place.

This kind of place,

Although rare, it's not too hard to find.

"It turns out to be the Four Phases of Earth!"

Looking ahead, Fang Zheng's eyes flickered, and the heavenly compass in the depths of the sea of ​​​​consciousness moved slowly, and information related to it also appeared in his mind.

The so-called four-phase land, also known as the four-spirit land, is one of the Feng Shui treasure lands.

Feng Shui tips:

"The Qinglong and Yi veins rise to the peak, and the tides of Bing and Ding meet each other. The snake-shaped dew is on the Geng and Xin positions, and the peaks of Ren and Gui are high. A tomb is built in the center of Wuji, and the descendants and generals will be heroes."

"This place is called the Four Phases Land, and it is the highest place to set up camp and build a house!"

Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly and silently performed the Qi Watching Technique.

All of a sudden.

Everything in front of him changed, a lot of smoke appeared between the sky and the earth, and the breath flowed according to a certain pattern, and there were several nodes in it.

One node in particular is where the aura of heaven and earth condenses.

Feng shui treasure cave!

Fang Zheng's eyes were focused, and he stepped on the breeze and headed towards the node. His body was like a phantom, his feet were in the void, and he was swaying for more than ten feet.

What he used was clearly the Hehuan Sect's Heavenly Charming Body Technique.

This method,

Naturally, I asked Qin Keqing.

Qin Keqing received several injections of sedatives, coupled with the high-level ecstasy skills left by Jiu Yuanzi, and all the secrets in her body were stripped away by him.

Including several exercises from the Hehuan Sect.

"Uh-huh!"

Fang Zheng fell from a high place, obviously at an extremely fast speed, but he landed silently, and even the grass under his feet was only slightly bent.

Show off your superb body-lighting skills.

"cemetery!"

The piles of dirt in front of him made him raise his eyebrows slightly:

"Being able to see the four elements and burying the ancestral graves here shows that a skilled Feng Shui master was present in the past, and there must be a Feng Shui inheritance in this world."

"interesting!"

Fang Zheng was thoughtful.

Feng shui may not seem to be of much use, but in fact it has endless mysteries. If used well, it can help people achieve success or kill people invisibly.

"It seems that modern society also has magic inheritance, but since it is not obvious, it is probably not as high as martial arts."

"No!"

"Spells are different from martial arts."

He touched his chin and murmured:

"If you use spells well, you can change your destiny and determine your life or death. Even if a prince, general or minister is struck by the spell, medicine and stone will not save you."

"in this way……"

"The status is much higher."

For a time, many Feng Shui and fortune-telling masters who appeared in many historical allusions came to mind one after another.

A certain founder of the country was judged to have the appearance of a king before he started any trouble; a son of a concubine who was not valued in the harem was said to inherit the throne; a certain sage monarch was judged to be a king because of a fortune teller. With one word, a certain clan member was wiped out...

All these things that were once puzzling have now been explained.

"Although there are few people who are proficient in Feng Shui, magic, and even magic, there are definitely some, and they use their abilities to travel around the world and gain the respect of countless mortals."

"but……"

"These people are not very strong, they just have some special powers, so once they say something wrong, they can be killed by officials without any backlash."

"No!"

Fang Zheng's heart moved:

"There should be similar people in modern society. They tell people's fortunes and read Feng Shui layouts. They can also treat people in high positions as guests and gain status and wealth."

"It's just that because the number of people is too small and there is a lack of inheritance, it is not known to ordinary people."

After thinking for a while, he raised his hand and held out a magic talisman.

"The sky and the earth are infinite, the universe borrows the law, and traces it..."

"go!"

With a low drink in his mouth, the magic talisman spontaneously ignited without fire, turning into a wisp of green smoke that circled around the cemetery, then folded and floated into the distance.

"It's really popular."

Fang Zheng smiled:

"Since they are visiting the grave, they must be the descendants of the owner of the cemetery. Maybe we can get some clues from their mouths."

With a certain determination in his heart, he walked towards the place where the green smoke drifted away.

…………

Jiajia Village.

Villages located on the edge of mountains, far away from the noisy cities, although they can gain seclusion and tranquility, they also lose development.

hard to imagine,

In modern society, less than half of the residents of the Xia Kingdom live in villages with mud houses instead of brick houses.

The electricity is on,

But there is no water.

Every household still relies on old-fashioned pressurized wells to draw water.

The suona is playing, the gongs and drums are singing, and the tragic tune is like watching a group of wild geese flying down to die together.

"Yanluo Beach!"

Fang Zheng raised his head with squinted eyes:

"Someone died in the village?"

Wild geese falling on the beach, hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix, big funeral, ten kneels to express gratitude to parents... these songs are all commonly used in funerals.

The village is not big.

Everyone in the village should have gone to attend the funeral. He didn't see many villagers along the way. Fang Zheng walked along the road and came to a small courtyard.

"Crunch..."

The old door shaft turned slowly, making a sharp and harsh sound. At this moment, an old man in his sixties or seventies pushed the door open and walked out.

Seeing Fang Zheng in front of the door, the old man couldn't help but be startled.

"I'm so polite, father-in-law."

Fang Zhan showed a faint smile, gave the other party a Taoist hand-over-hand salute, and said:

"Fangzheng, a member of Tianshi Dao, has met the old gentleman!"

Since you want to explore the inheritance of magic, you naturally cannot use your ordinary identity. The Taoist sect with the highest status in the different world is undoubtedly the Tianshi Tao.

No one knows the authenticity here, so of course you have to climb to the highest branch.

"Tianshi Dao?" The old man looked confused, obviously he had never heard of this place:

"you……"

"What's up?"

"There is indeed something bothering me." Fang Zheng nodded, pointed to the back and said:

"Pindao came from the mountains ahead and saw a Four Spirits Land where the ancestors of Jiajia Village were buried. He wanted to get some clues about the Feng Shui master at that time."

"Four Spirits!" After hearing this, the old man's complexion changed drastically, and his eyes became extremely complicated as he looked over and said with a slight trembling:

"Do you recognize Silingdi?"

"Of course I recognize it." Fang Zheng nodded:

"Does my father know the key to this?"

"I..." The old man opened his mouth with bitterness on his face:

"I know some, but not much."

"I would like to hear the details." Fang Zheng held his hand.

"Taoist Master."

The old man's eyes moved slightly and suddenly asked:

"There are many people in the village, why are you asking me?"

"Ha..." Fang Zheng straightened his back, showing a strong figure that was more than a head taller than the other party. He raised his eyes and looked around and said:

"Jiajia Village has also become a Feng Shui formation. My father-in-law's small courtyard may seem inconspicuous, but it is the center of the formation. There must be an expert living there."

"Expert?"

The old man shook his head and looked directly at Fang Zheng with bright eyes:

"The Taoist priest is the real master!"

Knowing Si Lingdi, no one led the way to his small courtyard after entering the village. With such ability, wouldn't he be an expert?

"Uncle!"

At this time, a middle-aged man ran not far away and waved to the old man:

"The cremation vehicle will be back soon, it's your turn."

"I know." The old man replied:

"right away."

Then he turned around, held Fang Zheng's sleeves with some excitement, and said:

"Taoist Priest, I will be a funeral official today. Don't leave in a hurry. We will talk in detail after dinner and the funeral."

"That's fine."

Fang Zheng nodded:

"You won't disturb me, will you?"

"The visitor is a guest." The old man shook his head:

"With my old face here, no one dares to chase Dao Chang away."

Saying,

He pulled Fang Zheng towards the place where the suona was blowing.

The so-called funeral official refers to the person who presides over the funeral. In some places, he is called Mr. Yin Yang or Mr. Shi. In recent years, some people have also called him the master of ceremonies.

When someone dies in the countryside, it is usually presided over by a respected person in the village.

Obviously,

The old man is such a person.

"correct."

Fang Zheng walked forward and said:

"You haven't asked me how to address my father-in-law?"

"My name is Jia Xiangshan." Jia Lao looked excited:

"I have lived almost a lifetime, and today I finally get to see the real person. Taoist priest, please don't leave in a hurry. I have something to ask."

"must."

Fang Zheng nodded.

"little six."

Arriving at the funeral site, Mr. Jia called someone and told him:

"You take this Master Fang to my table. Don't neglect me."

"Okay, Third Master." Xiao Liu was not that old, probably in his early twenties. Hearing this, he led Fang Zheng to sit down with some curiosity:

"Isn't Mr. Fang very unfamiliar?"

"Passing by here, let's have a bite to eat." Fang Zheng chuckled and handed over his hand:

"Sorry for bothering you."

"Hey!" Xiaoliu waved his hand:

"If you want to have a meal, don't bother me if you want. As the third master has told me, it's no problem even if you stay in Jiajia Village."

Fang Zheng nodded.

It seems that Mr. Jia Xiangshan’s status in Jiajia Village is not low.

Xiaoliu had a very forthright personality, and his constant chatter gave Fang Zheng some understanding of the origin of Jiajia Village.

Jiajia Village,

True to its name.

Nine out of ten residents in the village have the surname Jia.

"Our Jia family ancestors were also rich, and it is said that they were also high officials in the Republic of China. Unfortunately, they were unlucky. A few years after they rose to power, they were shot in the head."

"At that time, the Jia family lived in the county town and had many large yards. Because something happened to their patron, the whole family moved to this place to take refuge."

"Why!"

He sighed:

"That's true for me. What kind of society is it now? If you still live in this mountain valley, you can earn more by working casually in a month than you did this year."

"A bunch of old antiques just won't move."

At this point, his words stopped for a moment, and when he rolled his eyes and saw that there was no 'old antique' around him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Daozhang Fang, don't tell the third master what you just said."

"Of course." Fang Zheng nodded with a smile and asked:

"but……"

"Why not move?"

"As far as I know, the local government has relevant policies. If you move out, you will be resettled. It will be convenient for your children to go to school and for adults to find jobs."

"Don't ask me about that." Xiao Liu shrugged:

"Third Master said it was convenient to come back to worship our ancestors, but as you can see from the situation in the village, more and more people go out and never come back."

"My family is also collecting money and will buy a small house in the city in the next two years. Now if there is no house in the city, I can't even get a wife."

Fang Zheng nodded silently.

It can also be seen from the people attending the funeral that most of them are middle-aged and elderly people, with some children, and there are very few young people like Xiaoliu.

but……

‘Although Feng Shui is useful, it is not a panacea. ’

'Times have changed, and the world is full of disputes. A family's Feng Shui may not be able to play a role. The ancestors of the Jia family who were buried in Silingdi also had their heads broken after getting rich, leading to the decline of the family. No matter how good the Feng Shui is, it still depends on own destiny and efforts. ’

"Hey...hey..."

Jia Lao's voice came from the loudspeaker, suppressing all the clutter around him:

"When it's time to kowtow, let's start with my parents' family in Zhouzhuang in the east and then my son-in-law. There aren't many guests today, so we'll just have to bow together later."

"Guests from Zhouzhuang can come over!"

It can be seen that ancient precepts are still followed here. The water thrown by a married girl does not have a high status, and the kowtow method is also a more complicated nine-kowtow.

Everyone saluted in turn, first kowtowing to express their condolences, and then there were the processes of offering offerings, lifting the coffin, and setting off on the road, during which they also had to salute.

When you go to the grave, you have to bow down.

Count carefully,

Not counting the one time you come to the door, you have to kowtow three times to complete the process.

During the obeisance, Mr. Jia stood in front of the portrait of the deceased and shouted, handing incense and wine from time to time. On both sides were the descendants of the deceased kneeling.

When others have finished kowtowing, the descendants of the family will kowtow in return.

It's a very old tradition, but it still continues today. Although everyone knows that it is just a formality, no one mentions doing it briefly.

As a bystander, Fang Zheng looked at this scene and seemed to be able to see the inheritance of the Xia people for thousands of years, and he felt sad for a moment.

This kind of cumbersome etiquette cannot be said to be good or bad...

"stop!"

Seeing that everyone was already carrying the coffin on the way to the cemetery for burial, a group of burly men in black suits got out of a van and blocked the way.

The leader had a sinister face and angry eyes. He stretched out his big hand and shouted:

"Stop everyone!"

"Wang Hu!" In the crowd, a dutiful man in white changed his face, stepped forward and said angrily:

"what are you doing?"

"What should I do?" Wang Hu's eyes widened and he pushed the filial son hard and knocked him to the ground:

"I want to ask you what are you going to do?"

"My mother died and she was buried directly in your Jia family cemetery without any notice. What do you mean?"

Um?

Fang Zheng was stunned, couldn't help but look at Xiao Liu, and asked with confusion on his face:

"what happened?"

Whose family member is the deceased? Why are there still people robbing people to death? Why didn't Wang Hu, who claimed to be the son of the deceased, notified him?

Xiao Liu looked embarrassed, looked around cautiously, and then whispered:

"Grandma Six married later. Her original husband died and she became a widow. She and Grandpa Six have been together for several years."

"Wang Hu is her former son."

oh!

Founder is clear.

This is one mother and two families. After the death of the deceased, the sons of both families wanted to bury the person in their own cemetery. The Jia family did not even notify the Wang family of the death of the deceased, and planned to bury the person secretly. By then, the matter was settled, even if the Wang family There is nothing you can do if you are dissatisfied.

You can't dig up other people's ancestral graves. The entire Jiajia Village will not be willing to do so.

but……

Now it seems that something was obviously wrong, and someone stopped him in the middle of the road on the day of the burial.

"Why!"

Xiao Liu sighed:

"I just said things can't be done like this. Even if that guy Wang Hu is doing business in Nanzhou, it's not like no one in his hometown has tipped off the news."

"We should put the matter out and discuss it together."

This was a mature statement. Fang Zheng nodded, unable to tell that Xiao Liu was so young and fussy, but his mind was extremely clear.

The filial son of the Jia family got up from the ground and said angrily:

"Wang Hu, my mother wants to be buried in the Jia family cemetery. What does it have to do with you?"

"Bury the Jia family?" Wang Hu said with disdain.

"fart!"

"My mother got married just a few years ago, and the old man passed away early. The two of us just live together, how can we have any feelings?"

"Besides..."

He snorted coldly and said reluctantly:

"They are buried in the Jia family. Do you still want me to come over and visit the graves of your Jia family ancestors?"

"Ahem..." Mr. Jia, as a mourning official and a highly respected elder in Jiajia Village, naturally couldn't pretend not to see anything when something happened. He coughed twice, stepped forward and said slowly:

"My sister-in-law wanted to be buried in Jia's house. She said this herself. Several villagers were present at the time. This cannot be false."

"Wang Hu."

"If you really love your mother, you should abide by your sister-in-law's will."

"Third Master."

Facing Mr. Jia, Wang Hu also showed respect and said in a low voice:

"I already asked when I came back. Jia Qiang and the others were present at the time. I don't believe what they said!"

"If Mr. Jia were here, I would be willing to believe it."

"This..." Mr. Jia's expression changed slightly, and he turned to look at Jia Qiang.

He was indeed not present at the time, so naturally he could not lie against his will at this time, and even the villagers themselves had doubts.

Did the deceased really say that?

"Third uncle!"

Jia Qiang's expression changed, he suddenly gritted his teeth and said:

"Please cast a spell to summon Aunt Xiu's soul and ask her what she thinks!"

"Um?"

"What?"

"Wow..."

There was a low commotion in the field instantly, and everyone's expressions changed. Some people's eyes showed fear, while others looked curious and excited.

Invite God to come to you?

Among the crowd, Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

After a person dies, the soul does not disappear instantly, but there is a process of disappearance, which takes about seven days.

This is where the coffin is kept for seven days, so that the soul of the deceased will stay with the family until it returns to the underworld or disperses in the underworld after seven days.

Therefore, within seven days, you can cast a spell to summon the soul for consultation.

certainly.

As soon as a person dies, his soul will begin to dissipate. Over time, many memories will be forgotten, and only certain impressive things can be remembered.

but……

Even many mages can't master the soul summoning spell. Mr. Jia doesn't even have magic power in his body. How can he summon a god?

"good!"

Wang Hu nodded:

"Please ask Mr. San to cast a spell!"

Mr. Jia's expression changed, his eyes flashed, and Fang nodded slowly:

"That's fine!"

"I will cast a spell to invite the souls of my brothers and sisters to ask, but make it clear in advance. Once I ask clearly, you can't argue again."

"certainly!"

"no problem!"

Jia Qiang and Wang Hu nodded in unison.