dragon hunter

Chapter 167 Changes in the Graveyard
A group of people from Qingmiao village surrounded us, thanking you and complimenting us non-stop. Unfortunately, we didn't understand a word of the local language we spoke, so we could only guess from the look on our faces, and then responded with a smirk.

After tossing around for most of the night, seeing that it was almost dawn, I yawned, and asked Bai Yuan to help with the follow-up, planning to go back to sleep.

As soon as I got to the door, I suddenly stopped. Within half a second, there was a sound of cracking wood above my head, and the eaves in the corridor collapsed.

"Brother Zhang, are you okay?" Mr. Lai asked with concern from behind.

I frowned and shook my head. I have been a physiognomist for these years, and I am actually quite sensitive to some things.

The eaves suddenly collapsed. In the eyes of ordinary people, they would only think of the house in disrepair and the wooden beams rotten.

But in the eyes of the physicist, the eaves collapsed before going out, which has another meaning.

I took out the compass and stepped over the broken bricks and tiles on the ground. The pointer on the compass trembled violently, showing the energy of the nearby earth veins, very manic.

"It's weird, Fatty's right eyelid keeps twitching, isn't something going to happen?" Fatty Wang walked over muttering.

"There's a lot of evil spirits all around, have you seen anything tricky?" Mr. Lai walked up to me, stared at the compass and asked.

"I can't tell, it just feels a little bad." I made some calculations with my fingers and gave up.

A physicist is not a know-it-all. If there is no specific object, it is impossible to figure out what will happen.

Back in the stockade, I fell asleep in a cage, drowsy, and was woken up by Fatty Wang.

"Get up quickly, something has happened." Fatty Wang pushed me with his hands, his voice a little panicked.

I squinted my eyes, sat up, my brain's response was a little slow, "What's the matter, even if the sky falls, you can't keep people from sleeping, right?"

"The sky didn't collapse, but there might be an earthquake." Fatty Wang dragged me out of bed.

I was startled, my drowsiness dissipated, I put on my clothes and walked towards the gate, asking, "What's going on, how did you know there was going to be an earthquake?"

"Look outside for yourself. Chickens and dogs are barking, and mice are moving. Isn't that a sign of an earthquake?" Fatty Wang pushed open the door.

Mr. Lai has already got up, standing in the open space beside him, holding a compass in his hand, and several elders of the Qingmiao village, with anxious expressions, standing aside with some anxiety.

It was very noisy outside, I rubbed my sleepy eyes, and saw that in the village, chickens were flying and dogs were jumping, mice were in groups, and they were not afraid of people, just scurrying back and forth on the road.

"Is there going to be an earthquake, should we evacuate the people in the village?" Bai Yuan hurried over and asked in a hurried tone.

I looked up at the sky, and my first reaction was that there was going to be an earthquake, but I soon realized something was wrong.

As a physiognomist, I am very sensitive to the energy of the earth veins. If there is an earthquake, the earth energy under my feet will be very suppressed and violent, but the performance of the energy of the earth veins right now is a bit weird.

"Brother Lai, is there something wrong with Feng Shui here?" I walked to Mr. Lai.

Small animals such as domestic animals and mice are often able to foresee changes in the environment, and the cause of the earthquake is ruled out, so it is mostly due to abnormalities in the nearby Feng Shui.

"Do you still remember the hanging coffin over the Crow Mountain?" Mr. Lai stared at the compass without looking up.

"What's going on, is the feng shui change here related to Crow Mountain?" I asked puzzled.

"The Crow Mountain is shaped like a sharp cone. With the blessing of those hanging coffins, it cuts off the dragon's veins by seven inches. But all of this was destroyed by us." Mr. Lai put away the compass and stared in the direction of the Crow Mountain.

"You mean that the anomaly here is caused by the dragon's veins?" I looked at the sky, where the white mist billowed like a dragon swimming away.

"Originally, this dragon vein was severely suppressed, but the Feng Shui Bureau of Wuya Mountain was broken, and there was room for the dragon energy of the dragon vein to move." Mr. Lai lowered his head and kicked a mouse at his feet.

I remembered the trend of the dragon's veins and the position of the dragon's head that I observed at Tianzhu Peak. There was a big pit shaped like a ground pot, which is called a ground pot to cook the dragon in Feng Shui terms.

At that time, Wuya Mountain's feng shui bureau was not broken, and the evil spirit was soaring into the sky, firmly nailing the seven inches of the dragon's veins.

But now the evil feng shui situation in Crow Mountain has been unraveled by us by mistake, and the dragon energy of the earth veins that has been suppressed for an unknown period of time naturally wants to get rid of the shackles.

"The earth and the dragon are moving, and the mountains are moving. If this situation develops, it will either be a landslide or a major earthquake." A trace of worry flashed in my eyes.

"If I'm not mistaken, lock the position of the dragon's head, it's the Baimo Mountain whose name is only heard but not its shape." Mr. Lai made some calculations and pointed to the direction behind the holy mountain.

"But there is obviously a cliff, where is there any mountain?" Bai Yuanxiu frowned slightly.

"Eyes can be deceiving sometimes. It's only a few days away from the fifth day of May, when the time comes, we will be able to see the true face of Baimo Mountain." Mr. Lai squinted his eyes and said.

The elders of the Qingmiao Village who stood aside had an anxious expression and spoke excitedly in the local language.

"Grandfather asked, what should we do now, should we transfer the clansmen?" Bai Yuan translated from the side.

Just as I was about to speak, a young man from Qingmiao Village ran over in a panic, shouting loudly in local dialect, with a somewhat frightened tone.

"What is he talking about?" I asked Bai Yuan nervously, because after the Miao guy finished speaking, the expressions of the surrounding elders suddenly changed.

"He said that there was something wrong with the cemetery in the back mountain, and there was a creaking noise coming from the ground." Bai Yuan's face turned pale.

In just a few minutes, all the people in Qingmiao village had a cloud of blackness between their eyebrows. This is because something happened to the ancestral tomb, and the luck of future generations was implicated.

Although Bai Yuan is not from Qingmiao village, the nearby Miao villages all have the same ancestor, so there is a faint blackness between her brows.

"It's troublesome, the abnormal movement of the dragon's energy in the earth veins has changed the Feng Shui nearby, and the corpse is probably going to wake up in the cemetery." Mr. Lai frowned.

My heart tightened, it would be very difficult if the entire cemetery was awakened, but since this happened, I couldn't just ignore it.

A fat mouse rushed over and ran directly over Fatty Wang's feet, startling the coward.

"Oh my god, it's too dangerous here. Shall we retreat first?" Whenever Fatty Wang encounters danger, he always uses 36 tricks and moves first.

"Quick, tell them, take us to the cemetery." I said to Bai Yuan hurriedly.

Ignoring Fatty Wang's complaints, our group hurriedly felt that the cemetery behind the mountain, the Qingmiao village, had been buried here for generations.

"It's so dark and evil. If this continues, all the corpses in the grave will get up before night." Mr. Lai held a compass with a serious expression on his face.

I was standing under a tree, and there was a "creaking" scratching sound from the large and small grave mounds in front of me, and the soil on some of the grave mounds even shook.

Several clan elders of the Qingmiao village knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the graves of their ancestors, chattering in local language.

"We have to find a way to stop it quickly, otherwise when the corpses in the grave get up, let alone the cause of the disaster. The people in Qingmiao Village are affected by the luck of their ancestors. Maybe half of them will not live past the age of 30." I walked to Mr. Lai. , and exchange opinions with each other.

"The root of the problem lies in the dragon's veins. We need to stabilize the dragon's energy first." Mr. Lai walked back and forth, thinking about countermeasures.

"If you want to stabilize the dragon energy of the earth veins, you can build the dragon ascending platform, but you must first solve the changes in the cemetery." I remembered a secret technique recorded in the broken phase.

Rising Dragon Terrace is a kind of altar for praying for wind and rain, which can communicate and channel the dragon energy of the earth. I also learned about the function of this altar after reading the previous story of Xiangjing.

Back then, my ancestors traveled all over the world and came to a small village by the river. The climate in this small village was peculiar, either severe drought or constant rain. People in the village said that it was the dragon king of the river who caused the trouble.

Every July [-]th, people in the village will throw a pair of boys and girls into the river to sacrifice to the Dragon King. When my ancestor passed by, he happened to meet villagers offering sacrifices to the Dragon King of the River.

The ancestor was soft-hearted and couldn't bear to see a pair of children thrown into the river, so he stopped the villagers, saying that he had a solution to the climate problem.

After some feng shui surveys, the ancestors discovered that it was not the dragon king of the river that was causing the trouble, but a branch of the dragon vein near the small village, and there was a problem with the dragon energy of the ground vein.

The ancestors asked the villagers to build an altar out of wood, and performed the altar by themselves for a day and a night. In the early morning, a dragon of mist rose up, and the weather in the small village has been smooth since then.

It will take time to build the dragon platform and cast spells to rectify the dragon energy of the earth veins, but the situation in the cemetery is imminent.

"I have a way to temporarily stabilize the situation in the cemetery." Fatty Wang said suddenly.

I was taken aback for a moment, but I didn't realize it. After all, I was used to the role of the fat man playing soy sauce. He suddenly jumped out and said that there is a way, and my brain froze.

However, I immediately thought that Fatty Wang is a coward, but he is an authentic descendant of Zhumen. When it comes to the study of the soul, we are all inferior to him.

"Is there any way, do it quickly, time waits for no one." I pulled Fatty Wang and walked towards the cemetery.

"Don't pull me, hurry up and make some scarecrows, and prepare some white paper hangers." Fatty Wang looked around the terrain.

Bai Yuan explained to several Qingmiao village elders in local language, and the Qingmiao village people who followed immediately took action.

In less than half an hour, everything was ready. Fatty Wang inserted a few scarecrows around the cemetery, and the trees beside them were hung with white paper hangings.

At the moment when Fatty Wang was holding a soul-calling banner and was about to cast a spell, a figure rushed out from a mound in the front, splashed with mud, and stretched out his hand to pinch Fatty Wang's neck.

"Fatty, be careful!" I yelled, and ran over quickly, throwing a burning talisman halfway.

The guy crawled out of the grave, his clothes were torn into rags, his skin was skinny, and his body exuded a strong rotten smell, which could be smelled from far away.

Fatty Wang was a timid guy, he was taken aback, he turned around and ran away holding the soul-calling banner.

(End of this chapter)