Urban Feng Shui Master

Chapter 430
(The previous chapter was blocked. It generally described how Zeng Yifan and other four people escaped from the explosion and how they fought with Onitsuka and others. It was too violent, and the plot can be skipped)
After a night of hard work, the four of Zeng Yifan finally escaped from Qingfeng Mountain.But at the same time, they also completely lost the goal.

"What should we do next?" Mo Rufeng sighed.

At the beginning, he followed Cai Wen's instructions, protecting Zeng Yifan all the way, helping him recover his abilities, and returning to the divination competition.But now, the clues of the four cities are all broken.Moreover, whether it is Ding Zhengtao or Onitsuka, they are definitely planning to catch a few of them.It's hard to even save your life, let alone go back to the game?

"I know there is another way." Tang Yi said slowly, his expression was very solemn and sure.

In fact, when the west wing of Qingfeng Taoist Temple was blown up by Goryeo Baji Sect, Tang Yi thought of a person who could heal Zeng Yifan.

As a result, he discussed with Zeng Yifan and others and came up with a brand new self-rescue plan.

"As long as you find that person, everything will have a new beginning."

The weather has been very bad these days, and the continuous rain makes people very upset.

Standing in front of the huge French windows, Ding Zhengtao looked at the gray scenery outside, and for a moment he even wondered whether the sky is gray or the rain is gray?

For Ding Zhengtao, there are many doors that have been opened before him. The disappearance of Cai Wen, the cooperation between the two factions of the island country and Korea, and the intervention of the international consortium... These opened doors have shown Ding Zhengtao a bright future and unlimited possibilities. scenery.

However, Ding Zhengtao has always been very clear-headed, which is one of the secrets of his being able to climb to this position today.

Facing these beautiful scenes, he didn't feel complacent. Taking this moment as an example, he had more worries and doubts in his heart.

Although Cai Wen was nowhere to be found, and although Zeng Yifan had become a useless person, he escaped repeatedly under the pursuit of several forces.

Of course, if these are just internal troubles, then Onizuka and Kim Hyo-kyung are external troubles.Judging from their current status, it seems that the goal of the islanders and the Koreans is not limited to catching the murderers who killed their players.

These greedy fellows!Ding Zhengtao said angrily.

Dudu, someone knocked lightly on the door, and Ding Zhengtao could tell without asking, that there must be his confidant Xiao Jia outside the door, only he would even knock on the door so cautiously.

Xiao Jia was indeed a cautious person. After getting Ding Zhengtao's permission, he slipped in through the crack of the door like a hamster, bowed slightly to Ding Zhengtao, and peeked at Ding Zhengtao's face.

"Just talk if you have something to say, and fart if you have something to do." Ding Zhengtao approached the table impatiently, took a piece of facial tissue, and wiped the crumbs on his hands carefully.

He knew this subordinate very well, and asking Xiao Jia to report his worries was harder than killing him.Judging from the current appearance of this kid, it is definitely not good news, but it is news that has to be said

"Our people have tracked down Zeng Yifan's whereabouts." Sure enough, Xiao Jia came with "good news" first, "I immediately brought someone to follow up, but I was still one step ahead."

"Nonsense! If you don't get caught up, you're going to play sloppy with me here?!" Ding Zhengtao bitterly cut open another cigar, "Don't go around in circles, tell me the result."

"Master Ding, please calm down, this is how it happened..." Xiao Jia hurriedly stepped forward to light a cigar for Ding Zhengtao, and narrated the matter exactly.

In all fairness, Xiao Jia's efficiency was really high. It only took Jia Yue a relatively short period of time from learning of Zeng Yifan's whereabouts to leading people to the scene. He even made a roundup plan and a backup plan on the way.

But he was still in vain, there were only a dozen corpses and burnt vehicles waiting for him, and the traces on the scene soon led Xiao Jia to come to a conclusion—the Koreans and the islanders failed to kill Zeng Yifan and the others, all of them The army was wiped out.

Seeing the situation at the scene, Xiao Jia no longer had the guts to follow up, but he was afraid that he would not be able to explain to Ding Zhengtao, so he summoned a few capable men to work together to divination Zeng Yifan and the others' whereabouts and current situation.

But the hexagram drawn by these people is...

"Xun is the wind?!" Ding Zhengtao couldn't help being surprised when he heard this hexagram, "You all predicted this hexagram?"

"Master Ding, how can we fool you with our tricks?" Jia Yue flattered the horse and showed loyalty, "I even used the kung fu to press the bottom of the box, and everyone came up with this hexagram."

"Xun is the wind..." Ding Zhengtao repeated in a murmur, leaning softly on the executive chair.

Xun is the wind, and the upper and lower are Xun hexagrams, which are Bihe hexagrams. To put it simply, it is a hexagram image of Shun Shun Dang.

Xun represents the southeast, and represents the wind in nature. According to the news, Zeng Yifan came out from the northwest and traveled all the way to the southeast. This is like a wind blowing to the southeast.

This is just a superficial meaning. From a deeper level, this hexagram is achievable in terms of planning, personnel affairs are smooth, it is beneficial for those who travel far away, and the Xunfeng scatters and penetrates everywhere. .

In this way, not to mention encircling Zeng Yifan, they would not even be able to step on his shadow.

On November [-]th, at Si time, the wind comes from the west, its complexion is white, its sound is like a horse neighing, and its taste is pungent.

On a certain highway, a semi-old and not new long-distance bus is driving to the long-distance passenger station in the provincial capital.

The weather is good, the road is good, and there are no traffic obstacles in the front and rear. Turning around this section along the mountain, you can reach your destination soon.

It seems that we can make two more trips today, the driver thought so, and stepped on the accelerator.

"Boom!" Something knocked on the roof of the car, and a small stone bounced and disappeared from the driver's sight. He frowned and didn't pay much attention.

This section of the road has been run no less than hundreds of times, and things like small stones falling from the mountain are not uncommon, and he is almost numb from getting used to it.

Of course, not everyone will be like him. For example, the four who got off the bus half an hour ago are obviously not used to it, and they are a little nervous.

Ahead was the Yangguan Avenue with blue sky and white sun, and everything was peaceful as usual, so he would not believe what those four people said, that there would be danger on the road, and it was best to take a detour.

"If you're so superstitious, I won't be farming any more when I hear the toad's cry." The driver carelessly lit a cigarette for himself.Running long distances is a very tiring job. If you don't cheer up, something will happen.

As soon as the nostrils were stimulated by the smoke, the driver's spirit lifted and his eyes lit up, but the road in front of him suddenly became dark.

The driver's brain couldn't react a little bit, it was still sunny just now, why did it get dark all of a sudden?

The car is still moving forward, and the road continues to be dark.

"Boom!" A huge rock hit the top of the long-distance bus. The high-speed car stopped abruptly, raised its rear, and rushed forward with the remaining strength. The body was under the pressure of the boulder and its own momentum. It twisted quickly, like a ball of waste paper that was kneaded out of shape.

"嗤——" The deformed body drew a dazzling spark on the ground.

"Huh—" A flame burst from the leaking fuel tank, and it surged in the wind.

"Boom—"

There is a piece of farmland not far from the road. The farmers who are farming in the field are a little puzzled. How can there be thunder on a sunny day?

On November [-]th, at Xu time, the lights in the east room fell, and the lights flashed and there was a loud bang, startling the neighbors.

In a hotel in a small town, the clerk on duty, Lao Hou, was fiddling with the radio boredly, and the kerosene lamp on the table shook him to his annoyance.

Although the town is not too big, the sparrows are small and well-equipped, and there are very few incidents such as power outages.

Today was a strange day. Just after 08:30, the light in a room on the east side flickered suddenly and exploded. The debris fell to the ground, and then the entire hotel was cut off.

But it was okay, the occupant of that room just opened the door, and no one had entered, so he was not hurt.

"It's no wonder that the imperial calendar says, 'Days are broken, and important events are inappropriate'." Laohou held a yellowed old imperial calendar and moved closer to the kerosene lamp.

He believed in this, and it was not an ordinary letter. As long as there was something, he would look through the old imperial calendar for a long time, always trying to find some good omens and avoid bad omens in it.

There are those who don't believe this, not long after the power outage, the four residents in the east room came to check out, and it seemed that they had to travel overnight.

Lao Hou whispered to them for a long time in a spirited manner, meaning that today's day is not very good, and he is still on the road in the middle of the night, and something will happen if he doesn't manage it.

Laohou was very serious when he said this, but he laughed, and still checked out of the room, and one of the nerd-looking men told him to be careful of the candles.

"If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes." Lao Hou muttered, telling me to be careful about the candles, and you should pay attention not to bump into anything on the road.

At eleven o'clock at night, his old-fashioned radio was playing the Peking Opera joke "Kong Ming Borrows the East Wind". The old man's singing had a unique charm, and Lao Hou closed his eyes and shook his head when he heard it.While he was working hard, there was a burning smell in his nose.

Could it be someone from some room knocked down the lamp? Lao Hou was so excited that he ran inside quickly.

fire!Old Hou Chang has never seen such a fierce fire at his age, and he doesn't know how it started. The flames burned half of the hotel in a few strokes, and he couldn't even jump.

Soon, the old imperial calendar on the table was also set ablaze. This yellow paper book that the old hou always relied on to seek good luck and avoid bad luck was completely met with great danger at this moment.

On November [-]th, Chen Shi, the southeast wind blows, the drizzle is misty, the traffic is constant, and the passers-by are in a hurry.

This day is October and a half of the lunar calendar, which is the so-called "ghost festival".Catering to the Ghost Festival, the weather is also gray and drizzling.

"There is a lot of rain during the Qingming Festival, and passers-by want to die." This poem describing the Qingming Festival is perfect for "Ghost Festival" at the moment, because the pedestrians on the road are really "wanting their souls", and there are many people. The roads are blocked by traffic, and vehicles of all sizes, regardless of the brand and model, move forward at a slow speed.

Anyway, nothing is as big as ancestors, so when it comes to Ching Ming Festival and Ghost Festival, everyone has to make offerings to ancestors in order to make their descendants rich and healthy.

Therefore, on the main traffic roads in cities and towns, convoys are lined up early. No matter how anxious you are, you will still be unable to move where you should stop.

After finally making it to the nearby cemetery, the entrance was crowded with people, as lively as a market. Incense and paper offerings were being lit everywhere, and the green smoke mixed with the rain and fog in the sky was so blurry that it was almost impossible to see. Clear scenery.

Old man Gu, the gatekeeper, has long been accustomed to these things. He has worked in this cemetery for 20 years. Before that, it was only the Ching Ming Festival. Now this "ghost festival", the place is getting more and more lively every year.

Of course, no matter how many people there are, he is not in a hurry. Anyway, the cemetery is so big, and no matter how lively it is, it cannot overturn the garden. After all, the grandparents of those tourists are sleeping in the ground.

There are security guards to maintain order, and tomb workers to help odd jobs. He, the old man who usually looks after the door, seems to be at leisure. Usually at this time, he will hide in his hut and make a pot of new tea, sipping and watching, enjoying the excitement brings leisure.

However, Uncle Gu didn’t hide to make tea today, instead he wandered around the garden with great vigor, helping the security guards to maintain order, and helping the tomb workers to take care of affairs, watching him work from the northeast corner of the garden to the southwest corner.

But as soon as he reached the southwest corner, Old Man Gu stopped walking, rested against the courtyard wall over there, and peeked at the guests who came and went to pay their respects.

"It's almost time of day, why don't you come?" Old Man Gu glanced at his watch.

On the fifteenth day of the tenth month of the lunar calendar, this is the time set by Old Man Gu, and it is also a special time. If you miss it, you will have to wait another year.

No matter who it is, no one can break this rule.

Because the "King of Hades" Gu Bulai only buried people at the appointed time.

According to Tang Yi's previous plan, the four of them stopped and walked among small towns in the countryside, avoiding those "accidental disasters" that came for no reason with their superb divination skills, and thus found the key person in the first step of the plan-"Yan Wang". "Gu Bulai, that is, the gatekeeper of this cemetery.

Gu Bulai is actually a fortune teller. The reason why he is called the "King of Hades" is because he is best at judging life and death, and he is not bad at a minute or a second.

In fact, strictly speaking, this is only one of the reasons. He also has an ability unknown to ordinary people - burying people. Anyone who is buried by him will be dead. The causes of death are various and strange.

And the mystery is the key to Tang Yi's new plan.

Gulu, a few apples rolled to Gu Bulai's feet, followed by an elderly man, carrying a leaky plastic bag, followed by three other men.Seeing that the apple fell in front of him, Gu Bulai picked it up and handed it over.

"A husband has a harvest." The man carrying the plastic bag suddenly said in a low voice.

Gu Bulai paused slightly, staring at the apple in his hand, and whispered back in his mouth: "Eight people open their mouths."

The man nodded, took the apple from Old Man Gu's hand, handed it to a bookworm-looking man behind him, and walked away with his companion as if nothing had happened.

Gu Bulai continued to lean against the courtyard wall, and after touching half a cigarette, he walked unsteadily towards the back of the cemetery. His steps were neither fast nor slow. When he reached the arch of the backyard, he stopped slightly, raised his right hand and touched it. With the back of his head, he entered the door and went to the left.

Not long after his figure disappeared, the four people followed carefully, stopped at the arch, and then walked to the right.

(End of this chapter)