My master is invincible

Chapter 22 Blisters
As soon as I heard this, I stretched out my hand and touched my neck, and I felt a thumb-sized blister. I pressed it, but it didn't hurt, just like a layer of dead skin.

"Made, what is this!" I frowned, muttered, and greeted Fatty Guo, telling him to go back to his room to sleep and leave me alone, and go back to my room.

I took out the mirror and looked at my neck, and saw that the area below the base of the ear was covered with blisters, and the surface was black and numb, which was very disgusting. I was shocked, and quickly took off my clothes, only to find that my body was also densely covered with blisters , one next to the other.

Ma De, how did it become like this, it was a very small blister yesterday, how did it grow so big after a while.

I took out the ointment and wiped it all over my body. The blisters felt tingly and numb. Looking at the situation, I knew it was definitely not an ordinary blister, so I pricked a blister with an embroidery needle to see what was inside. thing.

Just when the blister was punctured, there was a pungent rancid smell coming out of it, and the liquid was even more disgusting, like sewage from an old ditch.

"Damn, how could such a thing grow!" I cursed inwardly, and pricked several blisters in succession, the strong rancid smell almost made me faint.

I cleaned up the rancid smell on my body, put on my clothes, took a bottle of white wine, and went straight to the old scholar's house. I vaguely felt that this thing was not an ordinary blister, and the old scholar should know what was going on.

When I came to the old scholar's house, I was not in the mood to knock on the door. I kicked the door open and rushed in. The old scholar was sleeping soundly on the bed.

"Old scholar, look at what this is!" I pulled the old scholar up from the bed.

"Jiu Yazi, why are you so nervous, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing here?" The old scholar stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, apparently not waking up.

"Look at what this is?" I pointed to my neck, "It's not painful or itchy, black liquid will flow out of it when pierced, it's very smelly!"

"It's late at night, the old man's eyesight is not clear, let's talk about it tomorrow." After saying that, the old scholar was about to lie down on the bed.

"A bottle of white wine!" I took out the white wine bottle and waved it in front of the old scholar, "Tell me the reason, this is yours."

Hearing the baijiu, the old scholar came to his senses, took the baijiu, unscrewed the bottle cap and poured some into his mouth, then stared at my neck for a while, and said slowly: "Where are the dead in Li Village buried?"

"You've seen that piece of land, and it's buried there." I was a little surprised, what does this have to do with the blisters on my body?

"Alas!" The old scholar sighed, and said, "The land of the monopoly, the heir of a tyrant, you actually buried the dead there. Growing such things is also retribution."

"Monopoly?" I asked curiously.

"Everyone knows that mountains and rivers are a treasure land of geomantic omen. The question is, what mountain and water are you near? Have you investigated the soil quality on the mountain? Have you checked the water quality of the stream? If there is good water in that place, it will definitely be able to bury people. , the problem lies in the water quality, that water quality has turned that treasured land into a monopoly land, and the fortune is there, but the heirs are gone." The old scholar took a sip of wine, glared at me, and cursed: "What the hell, I really thought that if I read some Fengshui books, I thought I could read Fengshui, and I was just like this."

Hearing this, I froze in place. For a long time, I thought that I knew a lot. I followed the knowledge in the books. I followed what the books said. Now that the old scholar said so, I just I know where I am wrong.

I was only interested in looking at the mountain and the energy, completely ignoring some essential things, and did not survey the soil quality of the mountain and the water quality of the stream. Based on the mountain and energy, I thought it was a treasure land and buried the dead there.

When I was looking at Fengshui, I wondered why the old scholar asked me not to cut off the family's incense. Based on the observation at the time, that Fengshui did not seem to cut off the offspring. What I didn't expect was that the place of Fengshui was defeated by The water quality of the stream.

I quickly expressed my sincere apology to the old scholar, and promised to bring him a few more bottles of good wine tomorrow. The old scholar calmed down his anger and said angrily: "I see that your boy is getting too close to that old Wang. My head is full of money, full of the smell of copper, when I think of getting a big red envelope, I just say that the land is a treasure, and now I am sick, it is retribution!"

As he said that, the old man took another sip of wine, and I was taken aback for a while. This old man is almost a hundred years old, and this 52-degree liquor is like pouring water, and he is not afraid of drinking to death.

"You're right, you must pay attention next time!" I saluted the old scholar with a very sincere tone, "First take a look at the blisters on my body, and then go to the master's house early tomorrow morning to discuss the matter of the tomb. .”

The old scholar glanced at me, changed the subject, and asked calmly, "Have you ever told outsiders about the deceased's fate?"

I shook my head and said, "No!"

The old scholar nodded in satisfaction, and said: "You just know that kind of fate. Once you tell the outsiders, you know the consequences. If you don't tell the outsiders, the matter will still be transferred." There is room for you to tell me about the survey that day, and I will see if there is a way to break it."

Next, I told him everything about the survey of the tomb that day, even telling him about the collapse of the mountain and the cold water in the stream.

The old scholar quietly listened to my narration, then glanced at my neck again, stretched out his hand to pinch it, kept shaking his head, and said, "Impossible, the mountain collapsed, logically speaking, the place where Fengshui The land should turn into a normal land and not bring you bad luck, why did it become like this?"

"You said, could it be the cause of the deceased?" I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard that it had nothing to do with Feng Shui, and asked cautiously from the side, not daring to speak loudly, for fear that the old man would reprimand me again.

"The reason for the deceased?" The old scholar looked at me suspiciously.

I nodded, and the old scholar asked again, "Did something happen during the burial?"

"Yeah!" I told about the thunderbolt and the scavenger. After hearing this, the old scholar was silent for a long time and didn't speak, which made me anxious.

Just as I was about to speak, the old scholar pushed me away, got up from the bed, took a very torn book from the shelf, and flipped through it for a long time. Every time I turned a page, the old scholar's face Just sink in.

When the old scholar turned the pages of the broken book, his eyes were full of panic, his body trembled slightly, and his speech was intermittent, "How...how...how, it will become like this!"

"What's the matter?" Seeing that the old scholar's face was not right, I felt that this matter must not be simple, and I felt a little uneasy.

"You will die!" The old scholar said, staring at the blisters on my neck.

(End of this chapter)