Master of the city

Jia pengxiao obviously has an impulse to vomit blood.

What about good scientific theory? You've been talking about science all the time. All of a sudden, you're angry. It's really unexpected.

Zhang Fan had expected such a reaction for a long time. Apart from shrugging his shoulders, he didn't know what to do. It's enough to make him turn feng shui theory into chemistry. He really didn't know how to restore this resentment.

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"Team leader Jia, whether you believe it or not, the reason for the disorder of the magnetic field is resentment. As for why I know that the iron content of that layer is higher than that of other layers, in fact, this is very simple. There is a temple on the top of the mountain. Has team leader Jia seen it?"

"Temple? We are looking for people. Can't we ask God to worship Buddha? " Jia pengxiao was a little speechless by Zhang Fan's jumping thinking. Looking for someone, does it have anything to do with your broken temple?

"That's it. You don't know the cause and effect of this place. How can you find people?" Zhang Fan chuckled. Sometimes these so-called researchers are too rigid and dogmatic to understand what headache is.

"According to the inscription above, this was the burial place of the late Zhao emperor in the period of the Sixteen Kingdoms of the five Hu, accompanied by a group of soldiers, probably two or three hundred people. They all died in the mountain. Well, to be more precise, they should have died in the place under our feet, and the so-called iron content in one layer of soil is higher than that in other layers.... "

"You mean that layer of soil is soaked with a lot of human blood, that's why it's like that?" Although the brains of those engaged in scientific research may be rather stiff, they are never really stupid. After Zhang Fan's point, Jia pengxiao immediately understood what he meant.

"Well, generally speaking, ancient battlefields are haunted. It's because there are so many people dying there and there are so many complaints. If you don't believe me, take your magnetic field measuring instruments and go to some famous ancient battlefields to test. The magnetic field is absolutely chaotic."

Zhang Fan's words touched Jia pengxiao. Although he didn't believe in resentment or anything like that, the fact that the magnetic field of the ancient battlefield was disordered had long been proved. At that time, the explanation given by the scientific community was also based on iron. It was believed that after the oxidation of weapons and blood, ferric oxide was formed, which is often called a magnet, disturbing the magnetic field.

"No, those ancient battlefields were all made up of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people who died. Only the things left behind could affect the magnetic field. But here, only a few hundred soldiers died. How could it produce such heavy Resentment? "

Well, Jia pengxiao finally accepted the concept of "resentment", even if only to refute Zhang Fan's statement.

"No, sometimes resentment is not measured by the number of people. Team leader Jia is a man of culture. You must know the source of this drama very well. "

Zhang Fan took a sip of water and began to sing according to the tune that his grandfather taught him, "you say it's summer greetings, not that snowy day. Don't you hear the flying frost in June because of Zou Yan? If the emperor is willing to do so, he will have six frost flowers rolling like cotton. "

"Dou E's injustice?"

"That's right. Dou E's resentment is so great that even the weather has changed. Similar legends include Meng Jiangnu, the ancient god of war, Xing Tian, and even the legend that after the death of Ran min, the Wu mourning king who replaced the later Zhao emperor to establish ran Wei, there are many legends. The emperor who died here is Shi Jian, a member of the Jie nationality. Leader Jia should know something about the story of the Sixteen Kingdoms of Wuhu. "

Jia pengxiao nodded his head. The Sixteen Kingdoms of Wuhu is the darkest page in Chinese history. Even if he is not a historical researcher, he still knows something about it.

"The Jie people are cruel, but they don't want to make the Han people who were bullied by them almost exterminate their family. Anyone else will feel resentful. What's more, although the later Zhao emperor is not the unified emperor of the world like the first emperor of Qin Dynasty, the Jiao can be called the emperor even if it is not the real dragon. How can ordinary soldiers and common people compare the resentment of a dead dragon? "

"People are people. They may be different before they live. After they die, there is no difference between high and low! It's just bullshit. " Before that young man is still a very unconvinced appearance, to this kind of feudal superstitious heresy, he will not yield.

"Please explain to me in a scientific way why the magnetic field here is chaotic."

"I, I I can't explain it now, just because some relevant scientific basis has not been found, or some theories need to be demonstrated by others. There are many unknown places in science waiting for us to explore. What's so strange? " The young man has a stiff neck and looks like a die hard fan of science.

"How can you be sure that resentment is not one of those unknown things?"

"Well, of course not! It's all feudal superstition. How can it be science. You are such a knave. You cheat those ignorant old people and earn some money without conscience. You really think you have the ability, don't youSeeing that the youth began to argue with him, Zhang Fan was too lazy to argue with him. It happened that Ma Zhiyuan next to him held a cigarette in his mouth, and his two hands were touching the lighter on his body. Zhang Fan twists his two fingers on the cigarette end casually.

"When you laugh at my ignorance, I'm not laughing at your narrowness."

The youth didn't answer back, or all the people around Ma Zhiyuan stayed. Nothing else, just for the light on the cigarette.

I just rubbed it with my fingers. I didn't even see the open fire. How did the smoke light?

Heat generated by friction? Make a fire out of wood? Stop teasing!

"Well, we're almost done eating. It's time to get down to business." Zhang Fan didn't explain to these people any more. Anyway, those who are willing to believe will believe sooner or later. If you don't believe, they just think you are playing magic. Take the compass back into the bag, Zhang Fan takes out the bottle of willow leaf water from it, and puts the water on his eyelids.

I didn't open my eyes before because Zhang Fan wanted to have a look at the terrain first. It can be said that the terrain here is very bad.

This mountain plain is located in the north of the mountain, and there is no sunshine all the year round. There are two mountains on both sides, forming a pattern similar to Juyin pool. Yin Qi gathers and accumulates here. If there is no resentment here, it's all right. It's just that those people in Hou Zhao died here. The resentment can't be released, and it's nourished by Yin Qi. It's hard to think about the climate for thousands of years.

It's just that Zhang fan can't see what kind of formation has been arranged here. He must have been very clever at that time. Zhang Fan's current level is still far behind. I'm afraid he can only follow those evil spirits to find someone.

As soon as his eyes opened, everything in his sight changed. Strands of scarlet evil spirit slowly floated up from the ground, swam in the air, and then flew to the two ancient locust trees with flat bottom and closest to the mountain as if they were pulled by an invisible hand.

I have to admire the skill of my predecessors. It is reasonable to say that this kind of place where Zhang Fan feels depressed just by staying, should also have a great impact on ordinary people. However, Zhang Fan sees that the most evil spirit is to entangle with ordinary people for a little while, and then he will leave and fly to two ancient locust trees, which does no harm to these ordinary people.

Zhang Fan took a few steps and ran to the ancient pagoda to check. He found that there was no evil spirit overflowing behind the ancient pagoda. He really disappeared out of thin air when he passed through the space. In other words, the entrance of another space is between the ancient locust trees. All the evil spirits go to another space.

By the way, Zhang Fan suddenly remembered that the descendants of Qingtian were closing the mountain. Does this "closing the mountain" not mean to seal the mountain, but to seal the resentment on the mountain in another space, and the door between the two ancient locust trees is to enter that space? It's just incredible.

But it's not the first time for Zhang Fan. Isn't the adobe house that will send people to the maze in Yinfeng village a similar existence? There must have been some arrays that he didn't understand. If he could study them thoroughly, Zhang Fan's geomantic attainments would be able to go up a new level.

After that, Zhang Fan himself tried to pass between two ancient locust trees, but nothing unusual happened.

Obviously, these two ancient locust trees are the secret here. Fortunately, at that time, Ma Zhiyuan stopped the action of cutting down trees in time when he heard about it. Otherwise, if it was really cut down, there would be only two kinds of endings.

Shen's soul would be lost in the unknown place, or the soldiers would be lost in the unknown place.

In Zhang Fan's opinion, it's hard to accept either one. Can be stopped by him, also be regarded as fate.

"Xiao Zhang, do you see anything special?" Ma Zhiyuan didn't know when he came. His attitude towards Zhang Fan was very different from that at the beginning. Let's not talk about people's physical fitness, just the hand of lighting a cigarette, it's calming him down.

"The most special place is in these two trees. Uncle Ma, can you remember what time it was when they walked between the two trees? Is there anything different around? Weather, terrain and so on. "

It's not unreasonable that Fengshui masters become more valuable as they get older. Age represents experience. With the previous experience of Yinfeng village, Zhang Fan's first thought is that this special space that devours resentment may have a unique way to open it.