In the early morning of the next day, with the misty dawn, everyone hiked to the back mountain where the Mohist ancestral grave was located.
Sang Tong was wearing sunglasses, holding a compass in his hand, and was amazed: "Mr. Mo, may I ask, how did your ancestors choose this mountain?"
After hearing this, Mo Chongxi flashed a proud expression, and said with a smile: "Speaking of our family's ancestral grave, there is really a little story. Grandfather Xuan was an old man with a wealth of money, and he was willing to give good deeds. The old man opened his own granary, gave out porridge for a hundred days, and helped the local people and the passing people. A wandering Taoist priest passed by here. Seeing the kindness of his ancestors, he wanted to ask for a bowl of water. Xuanzu not only gave the Taoist priest a bowl of water , and left him to stay in the village for a few days, and entertained him every day. The Taoist priest was very moved. Before leaving, he took Grandpa Xuan all the way to the back of the mountain. Said to my grandfather Xuan: After your death, you will be buried here, and all future generations can be buried at your feet, and it will remain unchanged for eight hundred years."
Sang Tong nodded, and couldn't help yearning: This Taoist priest is definitely not an ordinary person, and the Mo family can meet him, which can be regarded as a great fortune through the accumulation of good deeds and virtues.
If you guessed right, what the Taoist priest hit with his hairpin was the ridge of this mountain.
There are innumerable leylines criss-crossing in this world, and each leyline has a small movement every 100 years, and a big movement every 800 years.
Within a certain range of each ley line, the rich are buried on the left and the expensive are buried on the right. However, Feng Shui mostly adheres to the mentality of "not seeking merit, but seeking no fault". The land and the crypt of the descendants of Xingke, as for wealth or not, it all depends on luck.
Adhering to this principle, ordinary Feng Shui masters would never dare to point on the ground veins, and they should deviate a little bit, so as to prevent the ground veins from moving repeatedly, pressing on the family's grave, buried on the ground veins and being pressed by the ground veins, and there will be a complete accident. The opposite effect.
This Taoist priest can at least predict the direction of the earth's veins for eight hundred years, so he dared to point on the earth's veins, and the development of the descendants of the Mohists also confirmed his correctness.
Sudden!
There was a scream from behind.
Lin Huan fell to the ground without warning, rolling all over the floor, struggling in pain.
"Ah!!! Sister Tong, save me, save me!"
Lin Huan was completely red, his eyes were protruding, his expression was distorted, and his voice had changed, as if he was in great pain.
"Lin Huan, what's wrong with you!?"
"Sister Tong, fire! Fire, ah!"
Sang Tong made a decisive decision, handed the compass to Sang Yu, put both hands under Lin Huan's armpits, and quickly dragged him back.
After dragging for a full hundred meters, Lin Huan's body softened and he stopped struggling.
Sweat droplets gathered and flowed down, and the body was still trembling slightly.
Mo Xiaobao's younger sister shrank behind her mother, Mo Xiaobao hugged the old lady Mo, and even Mo Chongxi was shocked by the scene in front of him.
Lin Huan gasped heavily, holding Sang Tong's hand, and looked at the mountaintop in the distance with lingering fear: "Sister Tong, it's so hot, the temperature of anger burns on my body, it hurts!"
Sang Tong raised his eyes, and in the lush greenery, he could vaguely see the tombstones of generations of Mo family ancestors.
"Lian Zi, you stay with Lin Huan."
"Yes, sister Tong."
Sang Tong opened the backpack, took out two bottles of mineral water and handed them to Tang Lianzi and Lin Huan: "Just sit on the side of the road and wait for me to come back."
"knew."
Sang Tong nodded his nose, and said to Tang Lianzi: "If you feel something is wrong, go back immediately, don't wait for me." He lowered his voice and continued: "Bring your life-saving things."
Tang Lianzi nodded.
Sang Tong got up and signaled to continue to set off.
With a cold face, she walked at the front of the line, and Murong told Ah Miao to stand against her body and walk in the middle of the line with Sang Yu, while Su Sifang cut the back.
She herself floated to the front of the line, beside Sang Tong.
With a "crash", the pitch-black soul chain appeared in Murong's hand.
The Mo family and Bao Xiaoxuan and his wife gathered together in a pile and followed tremblingly.
Except for the sound of weeds scratching the cloth, there was no sound.
After walking for another 30 minutes, Sang Tong saw a tall and straight pine tree, and behind the tree, a row of marble piles were nailed.
Small animals were carved on the top of the piles. Sang Tong measured the length of the stone piles. Even though the mountain was uneven, each stone pile was three feet three inches above the ground, and the distance between the piles was six feet six inches. The standard of a cemetery is very high.
She and Mu Rong took the lead through the stone pile and entered the ancestral grave of the Mo family.
The moment Mo Chongxi stepped into the ancestral grave, the wind blew up on the flat ground, shouting loudly, and the "rustling sound" of leaves rubbing against each other could be heard endlessly.
Mo Chongxi stood there dumbfounded, feeling cold all over, in a dilemma.
The strong wind blew across his face, causing pain, as if someone had slapped him.
With a "wow", Mo Xiaobao's younger sister burst into tears.
The next moment, her mother tightly covered her mouth.
The little girl was severely frightened, her big eyes were full of fright, and tears could not stop flowing.
Sang Tong had sharp eyes and quick hands, and pushed Mo Chongxi. The latter's center of gravity was unstable. After taking two steps back, he sat down on the ground.
The wind died down.
Stopped without warning.
Obviously, the intensity that made people unable to open their eyes a second ago showed no signs of slowing down, but at the same time as Mo Chongxi fell, it stopped abruptly.
Sang Tong and Mu Rong's eyes stopped on Mo Chongxi, and the position where he sat down happened to be outside the stone pile of the Mo family's ancestor's grave.
Sang Tong walked out of the cemetery, took back his password box from the Mo family, and handed it to Sang Yu and Ah Miao respectively.
Sang Tong's expression was extremely serious, and he said in a non-negotiable tone: "The Mo family stay outside the stone pile, Xiao Xuan and Jia Ming also stay, and the others follow me."
Although Sang Tong has not been in the mountain gate for a long time, when performing tasks, he usually pretends to be a Feng Shui master to cover up his identity.
The cemeteries she has seen have eighty if not one hundred, and she has never encountered such a situation.
The ancestral grave actually does not allow their descendants to enter? !
Mu Rong stopped Sang Tong: "Let Ah Miao and Sang Yu stay, and I will return to my body to help you get things."
Sang Tong refused: "Following me is the safest."
Murong glanced at Sang Yu, looked at Su Sifang for a moment, turned around silently, and walked beside Sang Tong.
Su Sifang understood, took off the string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and put it on Sang Yu's neck.
Luo Ruyan's voice drifted out: "Xiao Yu, didn't you hear that?"
"What?"
"When the wind picked up just now, I heard a roar. The people in there told you to get off this mountain. I think we still..."
Sang Yu's heart tightened, and she trotted all the way to the middle of Murong and Sang Tong with the lockbox in hand: "Murong, Sister Tongtong, did you hear just now, the people inside told us to get out of this mountain."
Sang Tong raised his eyebrows: "Did you hear that?"
"Well, but I'm not sure, it came along with the wind."
Sang Tong snorted coldly, opened his backpack, took out a bottle of mineral water, poured a bottle cap, held it in his palm, and recited a water purification mantra.
Murong looked at the Buddhist beads hanging on Sang Yu's chest, and said calmly: "No matter what happens in a while, you will follow behind Master Xiao Fang."
Sang Yu subconsciously wanted to pull Murong's hand, and suddenly remembered that she couldn't touch Mu Rong in this state, and asked with concern: "What about you?"
In the deep eyes, there was a trace of warmth, and the corner of Murong's mouth hooked up, shaking the soul chain in his hand: "I don't care."
Sang Tong dipped a drop of clean water on the center of his eyebrows, opened the password box, took out the Taoist crown from inside, dressed neatly, took out a stack of yellow talismans, kicked a bundle of red ropes in his arms, and held the mahogany sword in his hand.
He said coldly, "Go on!"
"Murong!" Sang Yu shouted.
"Um?"
"Be careful~"
"Um."
"Sister Tongtong, be careful too..."
Sang Tong glared at Sang Yu angrily, dissatisfied with the order of her concerns.
Sang Yu smiled shyly, and turned her eyes to Murong again, seeing that the other party didn't move, but looked at her quietly, a little puzzled.
It wasn't until the sound of footsteps came from behind, and Su Sifang came to her side, that Murong turned around, stepped a little, and floated to Sang Tong's side.
Sang Yu looked at Mu Rong's back, Luo Ruyan's voice came from her heart: "She is worried about you."
"I know."
After coming out of the painting, Mu Rong changed.
Sang Yu didn't know what happened in the painting that could melt such hard ice. She was curious, but she didn't intend to ask further, out of respect for Mu Rong.
After a few steps, the wind picked up again.
Roaring in the wind: "Get off this mountain!"
Sang Tong snorted coldly, held the mahogany sword in front of his chest, pasted three yellow talismans on the body of the sword, pinched the magic formula with his left hand, and shouted: "A few wisps of wind and smoke souls want to pretend to be ghosts in front of me, show up quickly body!"
"Get off this mountain!"
Sang Tong blushed. She didn't expect that the Mo family didn't give her any face. Just as she was about to make trouble, she saw Murong standing in front of her, holding a small black token in his hand: "Fengdu City Death Academy, Murong, a student from the night department, invites the ancestors of the Mo family to come and meet."
The wind gradually slowed down, and the surrounding voices rose again: "Yincha, we have inherited the good fortune of the earth and formed a circle of our own. Although we are under the jurisdiction of Fengdu, we have not lived in the underworld. You and us are not in conflict with each other. Leave quickly, forgive you Not guilty."
"We are here today, just want to ask a question, your descendants, the lifeline of five members of Mo Chongxi's family has been cut off, why?"
One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and the ears were surrounded by vulgar and vulgar abuse. There were men and women in the voices, and they babbled, harassing people very much.
Sang Yu exhaled in pain, squatted on the ground and covered her ears, but it didn't work at all. Those voices seemed to reach her soul directly, and she was shocked beyond words.
Murong frowned, flicked his wrist, and the soul-locking chain turned into a soul-strike stick.
She held the stick in both hands, raised it high above her head, inserted it with all her strength, and nailed the soul-beating stick into the soil for more than three inches: "Shut up!"
As if the pause button was pressed, the cemetery, which was just like a loudspeaker in a vegetable market, fell silent in an instant.
The author has something to say: It was just a small episode when my mother went to the grave. I have evolved into such a brain hole. I feel sorry for my grandpa TAT.
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