Urban Feng Shui Master

Chapter 1 The Wordless Book
In Lingcheng in August, there has been no rain for more than three weeks, and the high temperature has remained above 8 degrees.

As hot as the weather was, there were a few posts on the local forums in Lingcheng.

"Lingdong Tunnel opened to traffic for one month, 27 accidents and 19 deaths";
"In the Rose Garden villa area, [-]% of the owners are bankrupt, and no one cares about the price of the villa";
"The whole village was demolished, and Fengshui village became a cancer village. Within half a year, [-]% of young and middle-aged people will suffer from cancer."

At noon, the asphalt roads in the old city smelled of oil, and there were hardly any pedestrians.Everything was blurred by the rising heat, only the circled red characters "Demolition" on the walls of every household were particularly eye-catching.

The old house has been demolished, and at least there are hundreds of thousands of compensation for the demolition, so maybe I can buy a small apartment.

Thinking so, Zeng Yifan stepped into the low wooden house, facing the choking dust.Grandpa's house has not been lived in for more than 20 years.He covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and waved the other hand in front of his face, trying to fan away the dust that had risen up.

At the age of 25, he majored in architectural design. Although he studied hard and got good grades, it was a difficult profession to find a job. After graduation, he almost relied on all his connections. apprentice.

Even so, in the circle full of second-generation officials and second-generation rich who can get various cases without doing anything, and win national awards for just a few drawings, Zeng Yifan feels that life is worthwhile even though he works very hard. Dark, with no hope in sight.

No, the Shuguang New City project, which is the demolition and construction project of the old city, was obviously followed by the big boss.In the name of giving myself a long vacation, in fact, I must give this successful case to others.

And the saddest thing is that in Lingcheng, a place where the housing price can easily range from [-] to [-] yuan, there is no house, not even a girlfriend!

In the wooden house, apart from some dilapidated furniture, there are only all kinds of old books, most of which are thread-bound, and there are even a few scrolls of bamboo slips, which are very old at first glance.A dilapidated signboard was abandoned in the corner, and the words "ancestral geomancy secret technique" were still clearly distinguishable.

Zeng Yifan was still very interested in this kind of fortune-telling when he was a child, but his father always opposed it.Therefore, even though my great-grandfather said many times that he has the roots of wisdom and can accept it, he still didn't get a single bit of it.Come to think of it, if you know how to do the calculations, you can do the calculations when filling out the volunteers for the college entrance examination, and you will not apply for that broken major.

But later, Zeng Yifan no longer believed in Feng Shui.The great-grandpa chose a private house for his whole life, and the family was rich and powerful, but after his death, his ashes were scattered in the sea.No wonder I can't get any blessing.

How about that doggerel, "Mr. Feng Shui used to say nothing, and the guide pointed north to west. If there is a princely land in the mountains, why not leave it for the burial." That's right, that's it.

Because the old house was going to be demolished, Zeng Yifan came here today to see if there was anything else that needed to be tidied up and packed back.On such a hot day, although the house is warm in winter and cool in summer due to its good orientation, it is still swelteringly hot without ventilation all year round.

Compared with those gray old books, a pitch-black iron box in the corner attracted Zeng Yifan's attention.The iron box is one foot square and looks very thick. There is no lock, and it is already rusty.

Shouldn't there be some treasures?Great-grandfather has watched Feng Shui for so many years, but has not seen anything passed down. Could this be a box of gold?The corner of Zeng Yifan's mouth twitched, but he knew he was thinking too much.

I thought that the decades-old box was rusted again, and it must be difficult to open, but I didn't think about it. With just a light lift, the box opened with a "creak".

A yellowed old book lay quietly in the box.

The light is a bit dim, and I can't see anything clearly.Zeng Yifan reached out and took out the book.The moment I touched the book, I felt a tremor all over my body, as if a weak electric current passed through my whole body.Unexpectedly, things that have been around for decades have such strong static electricity.

"The opening remark: The land, mountains and rivers should be the main place for people to live. Its origin is the most imposing, and it is the most important for people's misfortunes and blessings. If the general shape is not good, the inner shape will always be in the right way, and it will not be safe in the end. Therefore, the appearance of the house is the first."

Suddenly, a paragraph of words flooded into Zeng Yifan's mind.

what's the situation?Who is speaking?

Zeng Yifan was startled, and took a closer look, only to see the yellowed old book in his hand, with the words "Zhai Yunlu" gradually appearing on the cover.

Zeng Yifan suddenly felt hairy all over his body.This is a book, not a pad, so why does the handwriting slowly appear?What a ghost!

"Fengshui nourishes people, but it can also kill people!"

A word flooded into my mind again.

kill? !

As soon as he heard about murder, Zeng Yifan quickly threw the book back into the box.

Uh!Grandpa, are you the spirit of the sky and haven't been reincarnated yet?I am your great-grandson, a single heir for four generations, just this one, don't scare me!

For a long time, there was no more sound.Zeng Yifan took a deep breath, mustered up the courage to pick up the book again, and opened the stiff paper with a stiff neck.

Sure enough, a lot of information flooded into my mind at once.But on the paper, there is no words at all.

Although it is not clear what the specific meaning is, what is certain is that this book is about Feng Shui.If it is something from Feng Shui, it should have been left by my great-grandfather.

Zeng Yifan looked up to the sky and rolled his eyes.Are these things useful? !

But soon, he recovered from the weird wordless book, and was surprised to find that there was another thing in the box.

This is a reddish-brown wooden disc-shaped object, about the size of a hand.There is a metal pointer on the disk, and various degrees are depicted on the surface of the disk, filled with rare characters.Anyway, at a glance, Zeng Yifan only knew that these were Chinese characters, but he couldn't read any of them.

According to the Fengshui written in the previous Wuzitian, Zeng Yifan immediately judged that the disc should be a compass.

Holding the compass in your hand, the feeling is completely different from the feeling of encountering the book just now, as if you are in a virgin forest. Although what you see in front of you is still a dark old house, the surrounding air is fresh and humid, and it is no longer stuffy. My whole body fluttered lightly.

This is the treasure!

Although the Wordless Book is a bit weird, this compass that can make people feel comfortable is quite handy.Maybe it can also be used as a compass.Zeng Yifan swam in the primeval forest for a while, came back to his senses, cleaned up briefly, and went back home.

　New book seeking collection, seeking recommendation
　　


(End of this chapter)