Urban Feng Shui Master

Chapter 141 Miao Jiang Song Gu
"Brother, we are not nervous anymore, you don't need to sing." Zhang Mengmeng patted the back of the man driving the donkey cart and said.

The man driving the car nodded when he heard the words, and the silver bell-like singing stopped abruptly, leaving only some echoes in the valley.

"Singing so well, why did you ask him to stop?" Zhao Dapeng was a little dissatisfied.

He was half lying on the donkey cart at this moment, and began to yawn.The wooden boards of the donkey cart are more comfortable than the bed at home because of the singing.Now that the singing has stopped, although the body and mind are still very happy, there is no such refreshing feeling.

"This is actually a Gu technique of Miao Jiang, called Song Gu." Zhang Mengmeng continued to explain.

"Song Gu?!" Zhao Dapeng sat up when he heard this.

He reads a lot of supernatural novels, those Miaojiang voodoo techniques are either poisonous insects or poisonous snakes, they are all harmful anyway.But I didn't expect that even listening to the singing can be enchanted.What will happen if you get a Gu?Did Qiqiao bleed to death?
Zhao Dapeng's startled and jerked, made the car shake a little bit. The donkey's steps were a little messy because of the strange movement behind it, and it stepped on a few gravels, making crackling noises.

"Don't be so nervous, you won't die." Zeng Yifan looked up to the sky and rolled his eyes.Song Gu can't kill people, but messing around can really kill people.

After all, walking on the cliff at the moment, the donkey is not like a car, at least the steering wheel is in his hands.If the donkey goes crazy and pulls a carload of people to jump off the cliff, one donkey life drags four human lives, which is really worth it.

"Although Song Gu is also a Gu art, there are many types with different functions. Like the one just now, it has the effect of relieving fatigue, pleasing the mood, and refreshing." Zhang Mengmeng continued to explain.If you don't say it clearly, I'm afraid Zhao Dapeng will always be in fear.

"It sounds very similar to the effect of coffee or strong tea." Zhao Dapeng thought about it for a while, and it was indeed the case, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Probably more like marijuana or even heroin." Zeng Yifan added.

When the song sounded and poured into his ears, Zeng Yifan felt that his body seemed a little out of control. Even though he was comfortable, he was struggling inside.I've never done drugs, but that's what it feels like.

Regarding Zeng Yifan's conclusion, Zhang Mengmeng was very happy: "Indeed, this song Gu is actually a kind of spiritual dependence. If you listen to it too much, you will become addicted. If you don't hear it, your bones will become weak, you will lose your energy, and you will even die of depression. .”

"I'm really going to die!" Zhao Dapeng's relaxed body tensed up again.He doesn't want to die of depression just because of a song.

"Theoretically it will die, but in fact it doesn't have that much effect. So just now I told this elder brother not to continue singing."

When Zhao Dapeng heard that this song Gu was really deadly, he shrank his neck and stopped talking.

Without Zhao Dapeng's bluffing, Zeng Yifan leaned closer to where Zhang Mengmeng was sitting, and picked up a topic to talk about: "You know a lot about Miao Jiang Gu Art."

"Actually, I don't know much about it, but my mentor is very interested in it. Otherwise, he wouldn't stay in such a place where there is no mobile phone signal for several months and is unwilling to go back." Zhang Mengmeng said naturally , didn't notice that Zeng Yifan's face was a little different.

"How do you know that the mobile phone signal is not working here?"

"I often contact him but can't reach him."

"Oh—I keep in touch with you often, but I still can't get in touch," Zeng Yifan said with a drawn-out tone.

"What do you mean by that?" Zhang Mengmeng suddenly felt that the tone was not right, why Zeng Yifan said it sourly when he said it was so simple.

"It's nothing interesting. Your mentor is very dedicated, very dedicated." In order to cover up, Zeng Yifan didn't look at Zhang Mengmeng's already livid face, pretended to look here and there, looked up at the cliff, and looked down at the cliff.

In fact, the scenery along the way is really good.Especially this kind of open-top driving, the sensory impact is definitely much more shocking than riding in a car.

Different from the general cliffs, which are ferocious or desolate, the cliffs here are even more mysterious because the cliffs are covered with trees and vines, and the cliffs are covered with clouds and mists.

Because of embarrassment, Zhang Mengmeng had no choice but to pretend to appreciate the surrounding scenery.

Suddenly, Zhang Mengmeng frowned. When he raised his eyes just now, he seemed to see something golden on the rock wall.But the wind blows the trees and vines dangling, coupled with the afterglow of the setting sun, it is really suspected that it is a blind eye.

So he looked at Zeng Yifan, and found that his expression was the same, and he completely ignored his eyes trying to clear up the suspicion.

Could it be that this girl can't be a little more proactive?In terms of relationships, if the boy doesn't take the initiative, why does the girl want to take the initiative?

However, Zeng Yifan's egg hurts badly, and he has physical and psychological shadows. This woman is definitely hard-nosed.Just pretend not to see anything!
Sure enough, Zhang Mengmeng couldn't help but said, "Do you think this mountain is suitable for burying the dead?"

Originally, Zhao Dapeng was panicking because of the singing Gu that might kill people, but when he heard Zhang Mengmeng talking about dead people, he immediately yelled: "Take a good car and take the car. What about dead people? Girls, talk to each other." Talk about cosmetics, talk about how great the new autumn clothes are."

"It's not what I want to say, but there is a coffin above your head."

"coffin?!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Dapeng subconsciously looked up.At a height of only five or six meters above the head, a copper coffin of more than half a meter protruded from the rock wall.At this moment, the wind was a little strong, and the dense vines were blown away, revealing the copper coffin.

"Oh, hey, what a dead man!" Zhao Dapeng was not mentally prepared, and was so frightened that he almost rolled off the donkey cart.

Zhang Mengmeng looked at Zeng Yifan, seeing his expression still unchanged, he knew that this guy had seen the coffin on the cliff a long time ago.

Sure enough, Zeng Yifan coughed twice and said, "This should be a cliff burial, let alone here, even our place is not uncommon."

"However, this number may be too much." Zeng Yifan muttered again, and looked up again. There were at least seven or eight trees and vines within his line of sight.This is only protruding from the rock wall, and there are more holes drilled in it.

"That's why I asked you, is this place good in geomantic omen and suitable for burying the dead, otherwise how could there be so many copper coffins." Zhang Mengmeng felt that a normal topic had finally been brought up, so he hurriedly started.

As for the feng shui of the yin house, Zeng Yifan's great-grandfather did not talk much about it in his "Record of the House".But Feng Shui theory has the most basic principle, which is Qi and shape.

In the simplest terms, if you feel comfortable, your Fengshui will be good, if you feel uncomfortable, your Fengshui will naturally not be good.

According to this cliff, there is nothing on the top, and the bottom is bottomless. People walking on the mountain road are frightened, so naturally there will be no good Feng Shui.

"Many of the ethnic minorities don't believe in Feng Shui, and probably don't pay much attention to it." Zeng Yifan added.

(End of this chapter)