The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 521 Dead
Yan Sanhe turned to look at Zhu Yuanmo.

Zhu Yuanmo shook his head slightly, and Yan Sanhe finally understood that Mao didn't know anything yet.

"It has something to do with the evil spirit in this mansion."

Yan Sanhe: "Don't worry, this is only temporary. Once the inner demons are resolved, you will be fine."

Mao didn't believe it, "You didn't lie to me?"

"Do not lie to you."

Yan Sanhe: "But you have to eat more, even if you have no appetite. When the sun is good at noon, go out and bask in the sun. You can sit or lie down. Don't stay bored in this room all the time."

Mao's eyes became brighter, "Okay, I'll listen to Miss Yan."

Yan Sanhe stood up and left. Zhu Yuanmo winked at the two brothers and quickly followed them out.

"Miss Yan, what is the reason why my mother..."

"I do not know either."

Yan Sanhe turned around and said firmly: "But we will know sooner or later."

Zhu Xuanji had not taken any concubines for a long time, and his house was relatively simple. Among his children, there were only three sons left, and a married second daughter who had not yet been asked.

The grandchildren are too young, so there is no need to ask.

Yan Sanhe thought for a while, "You three brothers, come with me."

Zhu Laoer's expression changed.

its not right.

The daughter-in-law and daughter also asked one by one, why did he get mixed up into a pot of porridge when he came to his son?

"Miss Yan, we three brothers really don't need to go one by one..."

"save time."

Yan Sanhe glanced at Zhu Yuanmo lightly, turned and left.

It seemed that Zhu Yuanmo was really a competent head of the family. He didn't even tell his two brothers that he only had six months to live.

Just as she was thinking about it, her peripheral vision swept across a laurel tree on the right front of the courtyard, and she suddenly stopped.

"Didn't you say that the flowers and plants are all coming back to life?"

Yan Sanhe pointed to the osmanthus tree, "Why is this one still a little withered?"

Zhu Yuanmo raised his eyes and saw that it was true.

He has not been to his mother's yard for the past three days. He was in poor health due to blood loss in the first two days. Yesterday he went to the Yamen to deal with some important matters. He asked his second son to pay more attention to his mother.

Zhu Laoer saw his eldest brother looking at him, "I was just taking care of my mother's body and didn't pay attention to these things."

"Big brother, second brother."

Zhu Laosan said with sharp eyes: "This pine and cypress seems to be a little dry."

Zhu Yuanmo's eyelids twitched a few times, and he quickly looked at every tree and grass carefully.

Looking at it, I broke out in cold sweat.

The flowers, plants and trees in the yard seemed to be yellow and withered.

Yan Sanhe: "Master Zhu, go to other courtyards and see if they are the same as this one."

Mr. Zhu Sanye turned around and left without saying a word. Not long after, he hurriedly came back.

"Miss Yan."

He panted and said: "I can't see much, I feel like there is no change. It will be winter, and the grass and trees are a little yellow and withered."

Zhu Laoer: "I'll go take a look."

"Need not."

Yan Sanhe: "Who is the person in charge of pruning flowers, plants and trees in this mansion? Call him here."

Zhu Laoer was stunned for a moment and glanced at his boy outside the courtyard. The boy Chen Yan immediately went to call someone.

The person responsible for cultivating the flowers, plants and trees in Zhu Mansion is named Zhu Bin. He is in his early fifties, dark and stocky.

He is a son of the Zhu family, and three generations of his ancestors have been doing this job in the house.

Seeing that the three masters were there, Zhu Bin looked a little frightened, "Master, please call me..." "Please help me see if the trees in this courtyard are different from those outside."

Although Zhu Bin didn't understand the reason, he didn't dare to neglect the uncle's words.

After walking back and forth more than a dozen times in and out of the courtyard, Zhu Bin suddenly made a pop and knelt down in front of Zhu Yuanmo.

"Uncle, the little one in my wife's yard never dares to be lazy. They all fertilize and prune the same. A few days ago, the little one..."

Zhu Yuanmo could no longer hear any sounds. He looked straight at Yan Sanhe and his heart was beating fast.

Yan Sanhe walked up to Zhu Bin: "So, the trees in this yard are slowly dying, right?"

Although Zhu Bin didn't know who Yan Sanhe was, seeing the uncle staring at her, he hurriedly said: "Exactly."

Yan Sanhe: "Are the trees outside this yard slowly growing?"

Zhu Bin nodded hurriedly: "It will look wilted now, and it will come back to life when the weather warms up. The leaves will grow, the buds will sprout, and the flowers will bloom.

Yan Sanhe: "You can't get it wrong?"

"This noble man, flowers, plants and trees are just like people. Who can live and who will die? An experienced doctor can tell at a glance."

Zhu Bin: "I have been doing this for decades, so I can never go wrong."

Yan Sanhe raised his eyes and met Zhu Yuanmo's. A thought came to their minds at the same time: There is also a problem in this yard.

"Find a reason and ask your wife to move out first."

Yan Sanhe turned around and said, "I'll wait for you in the guest house."

Zhu Yuanmo closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Third child?"

Among the three sons, Mr. Zhu prefers the second one, but Mrs. Mao prefers the younger son. With the younger son in front of her, she can use half a bowl of rice more.

Zhu Laosan nodded, "Leave it to me. I'll persuade you on the mother's side."

……

Yan Sanhe fell asleep for three days. It rained in the capital for three days, and the weather suddenly became much colder.

Entering the main room of the living room, there are charcoal basins placed in the four corners of the room, which are burning brightly.

While Yan Sanhe frowned, Li Buyan had already started to move the carbon basin.

The four carbon basins were moved to the corner. Li Buyan touched Yan Sanhe's feet and gently bit out two words: "Evil Gate".

It's not evil.

All the flowers and plants in the mansion are alive, but those in Mao's courtyard are dying;
Zhu Weixi and the third grandma are fine, but Mao is getting older.

It was clear that Mao's yard was personally selected by Mr. Zhu, as it was the most yang-y and the most prosperous for her.

Yan Sanhe was silent for a while and whispered: "Everything has aura, and the final fate of flowers and plants should be Mao's fate."

Li Buyan's heart skipped a beat, and just as he was about to say more, he saw that the three masters of the Zhu family had already walked into the courtyard. They quickly stepped back and stood behind Yan Sanhe.

The maid served hot tea to everyone, put a pot of water on the small red clay stove to heat, then closed the door and left.

"Zhu Yuanmo, what should good Feng Shui for a house look like?"

Yan Sanhe asked a question that surprised the three Zhu brothers. It seemed to have nothing to do with solving Mr. Zhu's inner demons.

Zhu Yuanmo's Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, "Miss Yan, to put it bluntly, there are only four words in total: hide the wind and receive the energy."

Yan Sanhe: "How to say?"

"Housing wind and receiving Qi is the most auspicious terrain of a Yangzhai in Feng Shui. There is water in front and mountains behind. The mountains are surrounded by water, and the purple Qi comes from the east."

Zhu Yuanmo: "The girl can't tell it with the naked eye. In fact, the four aspects of the Zhu family's house, that is, the four directions, are very particular."

Yan Sanhe: "Tell me and listen."

"The four directions are Qinglong, Zhuque, White Tiger, and Xuanwu. Qinglong is east, and there is a small river to the east of Zhu Mansion with winding water.

Zhuque is in the south. Directly south of Zhu Mansion, extending for dozens of miles, is the Chaobai River;
White Tiger is the west, and there is a long and wide avenue directly west of Zhu Mansion;

Xuanwu is in the north, directly north of Zhu's house, extending dozens of miles away, is Dayan Mountain.

To be fair to the girl, when the site for this house was originally selected, our ancestors spent three years just to hide the wind and water. "

Yan Sanhe secretly took a breath.

(End of this chapter)