I, The Judge of the Yin Department, Will Decide The Life and Death in a Shameful Form!

"Ouch! Falling down, falling down!"

At this time, the third uncle of the Tang family, who ran all the way to the small slope with the green umbrella, smiled like a child.

Among these few people.

He and Tang Jixiong are the most uninterested.

Therefore, he is the one watching the excitement.

Wang Yifan's hand flying umbrella to fix the acupoint is already a strange thing in his eyes.

Take it out and talk to people braggingly.

Since it is a fixed point.

He didn't dare to move the green umbrella, but revolved around it.

I still muttered words in my mouth.

"It's really a ghost. Isn't this just a paper umbrella or a kite? How can it fly so far?"

"This is a sunny day, anyway, it can't be a ghost's umbrella!"

What is the principle?

Wang Yifan, who followed him, smiled slightly.

‘What’s the principle? ’

‘Don’t wonder, it’s the ghost in your mouth holding an umbrella! ’

He looked back at Tang Jixiong and said.

"Brother Tang, this is the tomb I picked for your parents."

At this time, Tang Jixiong also climbed up the small soil slope out of breath.

Looking at the green paper umbrella on the ground.

He also looked confused.

If someone throws an umbrella casually, and it falls to the ground, they will say that this place is his best point.

Tang Jixiong was 10,000 people who didn't believe it.

However, now this place was chosen by God Immortal Wang.

Although Tang Jixiong has a hint of incredible.

But he nodded cautiously.

"Okay, just follow Wang Shenxian's arrangement! My parents' grave will be moved here!"

"Uncle San, whose land is this?"

However, did not wait for the third uncle to reply.

Zhang Changsheng on the side shouted.

"A few meanings, I said Boss Tang, I worked so hard to find a cemetery for your parents, you don't agree! If someone just clicks on a place, you agree?"

"I'm not good to say, if this umbrella falls in a cesspool! Do you have to stuff your parents in too?"

At this moment, Zhang Changsheng was already in a hurry, even speaking with thorns.

He stepped forward and stood between Tang Jixiong and Wang Yifan.

"I made a bet with you and lost it in vain?"

"No way, no way, you have to say it to me!"

"This hole! What's so good about it!"

At this time, the smile on Wang Yifan's face became more and more prosperous.

He pointed to the surrounding area: "Look carefully at the Feng Shui around!"

"Look at the Feng Shui around?" Zhang Changsheng sneered: "I have lived on the Tomb Hill for more than ten years, I won't say where it is."

Saying that, he looked around with disdain.

"Isn't it..."

Halfway through what Zhang Changsheng said, he stopped abruptly.

It is true that he often passes by this small soil slope, but by coincidence, he has never looked up the slope.

After all, this small soil slope is only five or six meters away, and there are trees on the slope, which really doesn't look like a precious place.

At this time, climb up the slope and look down.

Although it is only five or six meters away from the ground.

However, the scene in front of me is very different.

I saw this small slope resembling a lying horse, sitting on the ridge to leave.

As the saying goes: "From the left to the right, go out of the stone gate. Face the horse, and the mountain does the case."

Zhang Changsheng was stupid.

This place is actually: ‘Here comes Tianma Tubao, the descendants are rich and honored with goldfish. A land of prosperity and wealth.

"This... how could this be?"

Zhang Changsheng is already stupid.

He never dreamed that there would be such a treasured place of geomantic omen near the hillside that he passed every day.

And Wang Yifan smiled even more.

"Zhang Changsheng, you are in Baoshan and you don't know it. You are still called Zhang Shenxian. I think you should change your name to Zhang Banxian."

Wang Yifan stretched out his little finger, scratched his ears and continued.

"There is one more thing, I have to declare, remember that sentence you said to me before going up the mountain?"

"You said that you have lived on this tomb mountain for more than 30 years. I really don't know that this mountain still produces ginseng!"

Wang Yifan pointed his finger at the green paper umbrella.

"Then I tell you now, this mountain is not without ginseng, but because you have eyes and don't know the treasures."

At this moment, Zhang Changsheng was already crazy.

"Impossible! Impossible! We have never heard of ginseng produced in any place in Jiangnan Province!"

As he said, he threw himself at the green umbrella like a mad dog.

Actually, this moment.

There is no ginseng under the umbrella!

However, the tomb mountain god Li Xunda is still standing next to him!

He heard Wang Yifan say so.

I knew it long ago.

I saw his body turned slightly, and his body had already dived into the soil.

Then he sighed softly to the two dried ginsengs in his hand.

In an instant, a breath of mountain essence was poured into the ginseng.

And the moment Zhang Changsheng lifted the green umbrella.

Everyone saw that the long stems of two beads swaying red ginseng seeds were swaying in the air.

At the same time, there was an unspeakable sweetness.

Bashing.

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