Feng Shui Emperor

Chapter 17 Yang Zhengguo

"The shackles of cultivation, the shield of sea consciousness, the luck of dragon veins, the sect of heaven..."

These key words have been echoing in Qin Feng's mind.

It was just some vague concepts at first, but now these key words are connected together, Qin Feng seems to understand what the old man did before his death.

I sighed in my heart, said nothing more, quickened my pace, and walked down the mountain.

Qin Feng didn't go to the scenic spot, not because he wasn't interested, on the contrary, he was very interested.

One of the Five Sacred Mountains in China, there has been a legend of Nanyue since the time of the Yellow Emperor in ancient times, and it is the place where the God of Fire resides.

Qin Feng was afraid that he couldn't help it, and wanted to spy on the dragon veins of Nanyue.

Of course, with his current cultivation level, he definitely couldn't do it, but it was precisely because he couldn't do it that he didn't want to go shopping.

This is like entering a treasure mountain and returning empty-handed.

There is a small town at the foot of Nanyue Mountain. Because of the scenic spot, the town is extremely lively.

At the same time, the famous Nanyue Temple is also in this small town.

Qin Feng was walking on the streets of the small town, ready to eat something to fill his stomach.

The town is not big, the center of the town is a bustling area, and tourists come and go.

Qin Feng walked directly to the end of the town and found a small restaurant to sit down.

"Old Yang's family is really unlucky."

"Indeed, what was supposed to be a good thing like demolition turned into a funeral."

"Who can tell clearly! No, the whole family has become like this."

"Come on, let's not talk about Lao Yang's family. I heard others say that Lao Yang's family committed a crime, so let's not talk about it."

"I've also heard..."

"..."

As soon as Qin Feng sat down, he heard the shop owner chattering with another diner.

Listen to the accent, they are all locals.

Originally, Qin Feng didn't care about these gossips.

It's just that I've heard it twice, and I'm habitually sensitive.

"Boss? What's going on with this old Yang you're talking about? What's wrong with it?"

The owner of the restaurant glanced at Qin Feng and said, "It's nothing, it's just a funeral at home, young man, you'd better ask less, it's not a good thing."

Seeing the hotel owner say that, Qin Feng didn't ask much.

After eating, I thought about it and decided to check it out.

The so-called Lao Yang's house is not hard to find.

Because funerals are usually very conspicuous.

Walking out of the town, Qin Feng saw a shed not far away.

This is the case in the countryside and the countryside. Whoever holds a funeral will build a shed in front of the door, and then firecrackers and horns are particularly lively.

Qin Fengyuan heard the sound of firecrackers.

Walked over there.

Qin Feng soon found out what was going on.

It turned out that the truth of the matter is this.

The so-called Lao Yang is called Yang Zhengguo.

Yang Zhengguo is sixty-three this year, so he can be considered happy.

There are three sons and six or seven grandchildren, which can be regarded as family happiness.

The whole family is doing well, and with the demolition, the little days are even more harmonious.

However, this good day ended a while ago.

As we all know, there is a time for house demolition.

A few months ago, Lao Yang's family bought a house on the other side of the town after receiving the money.

A few months ago, after the old house was demolished, troubles began to happen in Lao Yang's house.

First of all, it was the three grandsons who started to get sick, and they still got that kind of strange disease, and there were no results in the hospital.

It took only a week for several grandchildren to get sick and die.

There is a custom in the countryside that funerals are not held after the death of a minor child.

Just a simple burial process.

It can be said that the three grandsons died at once, which can be said to be very strange.

Lao Yang suddenly aged more than ten years.

However, this is only the beginning.

Then, his three sons also started having troubles.

The youngest son was involved in a car accident and died on the spot.

The second son went swimming with leg cramps and drowned.

The eldest son was lucky, he was stabbed by someone who was robbed on the road, and his life was not in danger.

Now Lao Yang's family is holding funerals for their two sons.

It's a shame when something like this happens to anyone's family.

Needless to say, Lao Yang, who used to be in his sixties, could be said to have a rosy face and a childlike face, but now he is like a bad old man in his seventies and eighties.

The whole person suffered an incomparable blow.

Qin Feng looked at Lao Yang's old house.

Because of the funeral, only half of the old house was demolished.

There is still half of it left unfinished.

Qin Feng observed it carefully, with a very dignified expression.

At the funeral scene, people came and went, and they all came to help from nearby.

Qin Feng thought for a while and walked towards the mourning hall.

In fact, he already had some eyebrows about this matter.

Just not [-]% sure yet.

Originally, this had nothing to do with Qin Feng, but Qin Feng still made a decision to meddle in his own business.

As for the reason for being nosy, he also has his own thoughts.

After questioning, Qin Feng found Lao Yang.

Looking at the haggard old man in front of him, Qin Feng sighed a little.

"Young man, are you looking for me?" Yang Zhengguo looked at Qin Feng with a gloomy expression.

Three grandsons of the Yang family died of strange illnesses, and two of the three sons passed away, leaving only the eldest son who is still receiving treatment in the hospital.

This is almost going to kill the Yang family's queen!
Not just the pain of losing a loved one, but more sorrow and trouble.

"Old man, can you find a quieter place to chat?" Qin Feng asked.

"You are?" Facing Qin Feng's inquiry, Yang Zhengguo showed suspicion.

At this time, the funeral was going on, so he was not in the mood to chat with Qin Feng at all.

There is nothing more sad than heartbreak, and if the current situation hadn't been for the fact that the eldest son was still alive, Yang Zhengguo would have thought about it once and for all.

After all, not any old man can afford to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person.

"If you don't want your Yang family to be extinct, you'd better find a quiet place to chat!" Qin Feng said lightly.

He hit Yang Zhengguo's mind in one sentence, and a gleam flashed in his haggard eyes.

After pondering for a moment, Yang Zhengguo glanced at Qin Feng and said, "Young man, come with me!"

Yang Zhengguo temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart, and led Qin Feng into the old house.

After closing the door, the noise outside the door suddenly became quieter; "If you have anything to say, just say it! There are no outsiders here."

"Old man, don't you ask me what I do?" Qin Feng looked at Lao Yang and asked.

In fact, he knows that an old man has suffered such a disaster, but his mental capacity has reached a marginal zone, and he basically has no interest in some doubtful things.

"It depends on Feng Shui." Yang Zhengguo said in one go.

When Qin Feng heard this, he was taken aback on the spot; "Old man, I'm so young, why do you think I'm a feng shui judge?"

Yang Zhengguo glanced at Qin Feng again, and then said slowly; "..."

(End of this chapter)