The village chief's tone was weak. When he spoke, his eyes never left the oil-stained passbook, and his right hand was still stroking it.

"Is it true that the Yandao slope in our village is like your master said? What kind of Feng Shui eye is that you cannot open a tomb?"

When he said this, the village chief's eyes flashed, and his tone became much heavier. The right hand that touched the passbook also stopped, but his eyes remained on the passbook, and he was very unwilling to accept it.

Chen Jiangtao guessed in his heart that this passbook must be related to selling Jiandaopo, but he did not ask, but said to the village chief: "Feng Shui is mainly related to 'qi'. Where there are places where qi gather, whether it is mountains, rivers, plants, or us people, everything will go smoothly and prolong life. This qi is what we often say, qi, harmony, blessing, etc.."

"And this kind of qi will disperse when it rides on the wind and stops when the boundary water exists. If the qi exists, Feng Shui will definitely exist." Chen Jiangtao sighed when he said this.

"The Yandao Slope in our village is surrounded by mountains on three sides and by water on one side. It is an excellent place to gather mountains and waters around the air. Changshou Village has a long life span, and it is precisely because of Yandao Slope."

At this time, Chen Jiangtao shook his head and turned to look at the village chief who was staring at the passbook.

"This place has endless energy, and no matter what you do, it will be extremely smooth, of course, including opening a tomb." When talking about the word "opening a tomb, Chen Jiangtao's tone was particularly aggravated.

"So, can you open a tomb?" The village chief's eyes lit up.

Chen Jiangtao continued: "The tombs opened on the Yandao Slope are excellent Feng Shui Quancai caves. They are three feet long and four feet long and only four feet wide and can only be used for three feet. For such tombs, the coffin cannot be buried flat, but can only be buried in law."

"The Dharma burial is to bury vertically. If the ancestors bury vertically, everything will definitely be prosperous!"

"It's just that, the qi here will be gradually absorbed and transferred. The original speed of transfer would not be very fast, but after the death of the first young man in our village, he used the method of burying the moon Kanmen to speed up the transfer of this qi. Not only that, this burial method can also block the qi from the Changshou Village. The yang fire of young people is raised by the qi. Blocking the yang fire is equivalent to extinguishing the yang fire. The impact on the elderly will not be as fast as it does on the young people. Therefore, in these three years, so many young people have died prematurely."

The village chief stared at the passbook in front of him with regret in his eyes. He grabbed it with his right hand tightly, as if he would tear the passbook into pieces the next moment.

But finally, it was not torn. Two tears squeezed out from the village chief's hollow eyes: "In the first year after the Wang family was buried, I didn't notice anything wrong. Although several young people passed away that year, they were all accidents by accident, but in the second half of the second year, the young people in the village would die of strange diseases. I knew something was wrong here."

The village chief wiped the tears that he had finally squeezed out: "I already know that this is wrong, but I have been reluctant to admit the tens of thousands of dollars that the Wang family gave me. I have also thought about returning the money and taking it back to Yandaopo."

Speaking of this, the village chief punched the table heavily: "I have talked to the Wang family several times. His family either didn't see me or just told me that he would buy back the cemetery and start talking to one million."

"I also thought of finding someone to move all the tombs from Jiandaopo." The village chief choked up and said, "But who expected that their Wang family was so obsessed with this matter that they could not find anyone to move the tombs. If the dead people in our village were to be buried, they were all very active."

The village chief gritted his teeth and was so fierce that his tears had dried up, his eyes were bloodshot, and blood was covered with eyes like a spider web: "They are so bullying. I'm not convinced. I went to the government to petition several times."

The village chief shook his head in despair and sighed again: "The government's reply is that since our village has agreed to sell land to build a cemetery for the Wang family and collect money, the agreement cannot be invalidated."

"Some time ago, some inspection team came and I went to petition again. They said: Our village can be allowed to take back Yandaopo in three years. Then all the tombs can be moved out. In three years, I am afraid that our village will be dead!"

The village chief pushed the passbook to Chen Jiangtao: "Jiangtao, listen to my advice, you should leave here soon. The money given to me by the Wang family has spent a lot of the time to petition over the years, and there are still some left. They are all in this card, and the password is written behind the passbook. If you take it, you will use it as a travel fee."

When Chen Jiangtao first saw the village chief put out the passbook, he probably knew what he was going to do. This was the village chief's remaining conscience, and he gave it to himself, in order to change his peace of mind.

Fortunately, Chen Jiangtao has been learning Feng Shui from his master Li Xiang since he was a child and knew some ways to save his life, so he survived.

But even though he used his Feng Shui technique to make some cracked Feng Shui objects at home, his tomb was already blocked from opening a tomb on the Snow Slope, and what Chen Jiangtao did was only a stopgap measure.

If you can hide from the first day of the lunar month, you can't escape from the fifteenth day of the year. If you don't leave here, that day will sooner or later come to Chen Jiangtao.

Before the village chief came, Chen Jiangtao had already made a decision and prepared to leave at 9 o'clock tonight.

The village chief sighed, opened the passbook, and there was a yellow hemp paper envelope inside. In the faint light, Chen Jiangtao saw some sloppy handwriting written on the envelope.

"You keep this letter..." The village chief said solemnly, taking out the letter and handing it to Chen Jiangtao.

Chen Jiangtao was a little confused about the village chief’s current actions. When he saw the passbook, he could guess what the village chief was going to do; but he was completely unexpected about this letter.

The village chief took a deep breath and a hint of emotion flashed in his eyes: "I turned out to be a private teacher in elementary school. Among all the students I have taught, one of them has a very good talent. He taught himself in junior high school and learned all the knowledge of high school."

"Later, this kid was obsessed with Feng Shui for some reason. I thought it was feudal superstition, so he scolded him severely." The village chief said this and looked sad: "At that time, the college entrance examination required a teacher to write a recommendation letter to apply for the exam. Although he was in junior high school, as long as he had a recommendation letter, he could even take the exam in an extraordinary way. I also wrote a recommendation letter for him. Think about it, in that era, a junior high school student took the college entrance examination. Once he succeeded, he would definitely be famous nationwide."

"But because of Feng Shui, I was angry and did not give him this letter of recommendation, so that he could only take the college entrance examination normally after high school. Although he later went to college and became a professor, it was definitely not as good as getting into college in junior high school, which would have changed his life even more." The village chief shook his head: "I feel ashamed of him, but he still cares about me. Every year I come to see me, I never see him; you bring this letter with you. If you leave here, if you have no other place to go, you can go to Qing'an City to find him."

The village chief said a detailed address and stood up and left. Looking at the hunched and disappeared back, Chen Jiangtao felt a little moved. He never thought that the village chief had such a side.

It seems that no matter who it is, there is a hidden past that others don’t know. Don’t make one-sided judgments based on the current situation.

Looking up at the time, Chen Jiangtao packed everything into a bag and put it on his back, held the compass in his hand, looked at the direction of the sickle slope, and reached out to wipe his nose: "It's time to leave something for the Wang family."
Chapter completed!