[MTL] Fortune Teller Master ✔

Chapter 112

Zhujia Village has a large area and few people, so it seems very empty. The arable land and houses in the village are not completely separated, and the crops and houses will come together along the way, which looks very messy.

Lin Qingyin let go of his consciousness, and the situation of the whole village was unobstructed. There are mountains and water around this village, which looks good. But in Lin Qingyin's eyes, the two mountains surrounded the village half, like an open mouth, sucking in all the filthy qi and evil qi outside. And the river that circled around the village was like a carrier, bringing the inhaled air to every corner of the village.

It is the first time that Lin Qingyin has been in this world for the first time to see a village with such a bad feng shui. No wonder there are only 40 or 50 families in such a big place.

Zhu Chengze saw that Lin Qingyin had been staring at his father's grave bag and asked anxiously, "Master Lin, is there anything wrong with my father's grave?"

Lin Qingyin touched the turtle shell in his hand, the sound sounded very plain: "Who gave your father a grave?"

"It was my mother's choice." Zhu Chengze looked at the flat tomb where no weed could be seen, with a bit of sourness in his voice: "If you ask someone to burrow for 500 yuan, if you point to someone else's land You can’t go empty-handed, you have to prepare a gift of at least two thousand dollars. My mother simply buried my dad in his own land, saying that the feng shui is not as good as his own feng shui."

Lin Qingyin did not know how to comment on this matter. The Feng Shui in this village was not good at all. This land is the worst Feng Shui in the village.

I don't know if it happened by accident or intentionally. This land is exactly in the middle of the village. Eight directions of yin qi gather here, and this grave is the most central point. It is even more frustrating. Zhujia Village has the custom of burial. Although the town of Zhenshang advocates cremation every day, many villages secretly bury it. The above is not particularly strict.

Zhu Chengze's father was buried.

Lin Qingyin's consciousness slipped over the lifelike corpse in the coffin and turned to look at Zhu Chengze: "Go, take me to your house."

The Zhu Chengze family built a house 20 years ago, with only three rooms, which looks very old. It's just that there is a strange thing in this house. There are three rooms with two doors. One of the doors is obviously new. The wall beside the door can even see the bricks that have been smashed and looked very simple.

Zhu Chengze also looked very helpless to this door: "Since my mother became a tongyin, she blocked the door between her room and the hall, and opened the door alone, and I haven’t been there since. Entered her room."

Lin Qingyin touched the turtle shell and gently commanded: "Go knock on the door and say that a guest is here."

For the past two years, Zhu Chengze has been eager to enter his mother's room, wondering what could not be seen in him, but Lin Qingyin made him knock on the door, but instead he was a little timid and raised his hand for a long time. Only then slowly fell, gently tapped twice.

"Come in!" There was a hoarse woman's voice in the room, sounding eerie. Zhu Chengze almost burst into tears when he heard this voice. It was only half a month after National Day. He felt that his mother’s voice seemed even more terrifying.

Although it was already October at this time, the power of the autumn tiger was still full. It took half an hour to get off the bus and walk to the village. Zhu Chengze was already sweating. But before pushing the door open, he felt a cold wind blowing, his cold hair blowing up, his wet and sticky sweat disappeared in an instant.