super hill god

Chapter 27 The Legendary Hualong Pond

Chapter 27 The Legendary Hualong Pond

Chen Yang stood aside, silent, as if he was thinking about something, he always felt that this scene seemed familiar, very familiar, but when he thought about it deeply, he was at a loss.

What it is, is just a little short, but it's like a big river across, and I can't remember it.

The expressions of all the people present were different. The foreman was obviously very calm and did not see any changes. After all, he was once a prominent figure in the county. He has survived all the way, and his psychology, quality, courage, and courage are extraordinary. Comparable.

The other old masters are not good enough. They grew up in a small village in the countryside, and their knowledge is a little shallow. They are in awe of things like strange powers and chaos. When they encounter such a big scene, they all seem to be frightened. The fledglings scurry around with their heads in their arms.

Right here, Chen Yang suddenly had a flash of inspiration, snapped his fingers crisply with his right hand, and his forehead, which was twisted into a ball of black lines, stretched out. He thought, this is...

"Boom—" Like the lid of a kettle being pushed open by boiling water vapor, a jet of water gushed out and sprayed upwards, and the water droplets splashed everywhere, soaking the clothes of the few people present.

The villains in the cartoons would be blown away by the fountain gushing out of the ground at critical moments. This was Chen Yang's favorite plot when he was a child.

Unexpectedly, a fountain was dug out under my own small pond, which is really interesting.

The huge sound spread all over the world. The Chinese people's nature of watching the excitement is firmly rooted in the deepest part. After a while, a large group of people gathered, like going to a market. The flow of people came like a tide, thinking about See what's new.

"Why is water gushing out from the ground? You must have dug a dragon's vein." Uncle Lin at the east end of the village cheerfully carried his old cigarette bag and pot, puffing out clouds of smoke, full of energy.

"Look, Dad, this is the same as the fountain on Sun Plaza. I just went there last Sunday." An eleven or twelve-year-old boy tugged at his adult's sleeve and whispered.

"There are so many strange things in this old Chen's house. There are golden bastards, old blooming peach trees, and a fountain can be dug out of the pond." Standing at the front is a rich man about 40 years old. Zhang Dafu, the deputy director of the society, is in charge of village affairs.

"That's right, that's right, I live not far from my house, and sometimes I hear the roar of a tiger all the time, do you think it's strange?" A middle-aged woman standing at the end, wearing a blue cloth dress, and beside her The villagers chatted in low voices.

"This is called dragon spray water. Maybe the old Chen family will give it away." Zhao Xilai, who lives in the west of the village, is a well-known Fengshui master in all towns and villages. Anyone who wants to build a new house or an old man to go to the private house must prepare some small gifts. , to ask some advice.

At this time, the surging fountain washed away the deepest corner of the silt at the bottom of the pool, exposing the black-green stone bottom. Suddenly, the foreman's expression changed drastically, and his chest heaved, as if he had discovered something.

He walked straight down with big strides, ignoring the fact that the black muddy water stained his trousers, bent down, and slowly stroked the black and green rocks at the bottom of the pond with both hands, muttering to himself: "This is Qinglongyan." , shouldn't it really be that kind of pattern?"

He stood up, returned along the same road, took out his mobile phone from his pocket with his right hand, dialed a number, and said, "Old Chen, let me borrow your pond dredging machine, this time I dug out a big one. thing"

Chen Yang didn't understand, so his head was confused. What is meant by "digging out a big thing" is probably not a code word.

Half an hour later, a red pond dredging machine was brought over. Chen Yang walked in and took a look. It looked strange, just like an assault boat in the field of survival.

The foreman was very urgent, as if there was something urgent, and he couldn't wait for a moment. He hurriedly directed several master craftsmen to clear the mud here and dig sand there. sweaty.

Sure enough, with one pond dredger and two excavators, the efficiency was several times faster. After two or three hours, the whole picture of the small pond was revealed, which made many people's eyes widen.

The bottom of this small pond is actually a thick layer of black-green rocks with strange patterns on it, like little dragons playing and playing. If you stand on a high place and look at the whole picture, you can find that the whole small pond is like It is a square sea bowl, and at the edge, a wisp of clear spring is constantly gushing out, which is really amazing.

"It can't be wrong, this kind of pattern, Qinglongyan plus dragon spray water, this is Hualongchi." The foreman in front of him was so excited and excited that he almost jumped up and couldn't control himself.

Chen Yang is still a monk Zhang Er, he can't figure it out, isn't it just digging out a fountain, what's the big deal, as for it.

It wasn't until later that Chen Yang heard that this foreman had been with his family's second uncle, a fortune teller, for a while since he was a child.

Two years ago, when the real estate market was booming, this foreman personally put on his clothes and pushed a nail house. When digging the foundation, he dug out an ancient mass grave. It was very unlucky. down.

In the past two years, praying to gods and worshiping Buddha, no matter whether it is local Taoist gods, Tathagata Buddha, or Western Christian God, none of them worked, and finally dug out a pond of Hualong. Can you not be excited?

"This Hualong Pond, according to Feng Shui books, is indescribably wonderful. It is the residence of the ancient gods of mountains and rivers. It must be respected and not desecrated." The foreman was still talking to himself, looking crazy.

Chen Yang, the righteous master, was left on the sidelines, unable to speak a word, and could only watch silently.

"Wow! Uncle Yang, dig a big bowl." At this time, Mengmeng, who had just woken up from a hangover, walked over unsteadily, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

With an excited expression on her face, Mengmeng seemed to have found some novel toy, she was so happy, jumping up and down, like a cheerful little rabbit, she was about to go into the water to play.

This frightened Chen Yang, if something happened to this little girl, why would she explain to her unreliable aunt, stop Mengmeng quickly, and stop this kind of behavior with a stern tone.

Chen Yang scolded a lot, from children's safety education to the water ghost in the ghost story, described the horror vividly and vividly, and the little girl turned pale with fright before giving up.

No matter how smart you are, you are still a child of a certain age. If you want to fight with adults, you will have to eat nothing for another 18 years.

"Uncle Yang, you're spraying fish." Mengmengbaibai's little finger moved forward, and the immature child's voice rang in Chen Yang's ear.

This kid is talking nonsense.

(End of this chapter)

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