The source of the village stream was actually Tianchi on the towering mountain, which was somewhat beyond everyone's expectations.

Under the leadership of Sang Er, everyone walked to the side of Tianchi and saw that the water in Tianchi was very clear and clear, and it shone with holy light under the sunlight, as if the pearls and jade embedded in the mountain were very pure and flawless.

On the side of Tianchi, there is a small gap. The clear Tianchi water seeps silently in the gap, and then flows to the bottom of the mountain, turning into a continuous stream.

The small Qingxi River, after a complex geographical environment, finally flows by the village, irrigating a land and raising the people of a village, is also considered to be a great merit.

"Dear bosses, you can see it. This is the source of the stream." At this moment, Sang Er also had a bit of asking for credit and reward: "How about it, I didn't bring the wrong place."

"Are you sure it's here?" Sanger asked.

"It's true. If there is a lie, I won't die well." Sang Er pointed to Tianyi and issued a harsh curse. Judging from his expression and tone, it really doesn't seem like a fake.

"It's good that you know." Sanger glanced lightly, then turned around and said, "Brother Fang, I found the source of the stream. What should I do next?"

Fang Yuan's eyes flashed and he smiled and said, "Brother Sang, do you know why I have to find this source?"

"This..." Sanger hesitated: "You are not saying that Feng Shui is a combination of mountains and rivers. As long as you find water, it is easy to lock in the Feng Shui treasure land."

"This is only one of them." Fang Yuan Zhizhu said, "More importantly, I found that there are more mountains and less water here, so I guess that the source of the stream next to the village will also be the source of other streams in the mountains? If this is true, then we start from the source and sort it out all the way, and we will naturally achieve twice the result with half the effort."

"Ah~~" Sanger and others suddenly realized.

At the right time, Sang Er couldn't help but say in surprise: "Big Boss, you guessed it's really accurate..."

When others heard this, they were a little surprised. How could they hear what Sang Er meant? What Fang Yuan said might be the facts? Or just remove the word "possible". After all, Sang Er is familiar with the geographical environment, so he said that Fang Yuan guessed correctly. Then he would definitely not be wrong.

"You don't know."

Without waiting for everyone to ask, Sang Er took the initiative to explain: "The stream flows downward, but when it reaches a farther valley, it will fork and turn into a water flow on both sides of the left and right. It will flow in various places. One of them will flow to our village. As for where the other flow goes, I don't know."

"Okay..." Sanger was immediately happy and immediately made a speculation: "Can the other stream be that we saw before?"

While tracing the source of the stream, they once saw another clear place near a certain altar. At that time, Fang Yuan also said that this was a good thing because the new stream was another choice.

As it turns out, Fang Yuan is very visionary. Or he had already expected this situation that day.

While happy, Sanger looked up and watched the sky, and then made a decision: "Set up camp nearby first. Let's rest here tonight, and continue to follow the clues tomorrow morning and sort out the water flow."

"Okay..." The others naturally had no objection.

The luck of this day was good and it was a little rewarding. In the next two or three days, everyone slowly explored along the veins of Tianchi Water and sorted out the forks.

However, just when everyone felt that doing this would definitely bring rewards. The cruel reality gave them a blow. Although they discovered new streams, they did not find Feng Shui treasure land.

As Fang Yuan continued to veto, Sanger's face became more and more gloomy, and the atmosphere in the team became more and more depressing. For a moment, everyone consciously stayed away from Sanger so as not to get angry and become a punching bag.

But it is a blessing or not, and it is a disaster that cannot be avoided. On the fourth morning, Sanger calmly brought everyone together, as if something was about to be announced.

Everyone hesitated and listened quietly.

Sanger looked around everyone and suddenly said, "Pack up your things, let's go back."

"Ah~~" Everyone was stunned, looking at each other, quite puzzled.

"Mr. Sang, are we not looking for it?" Someone plucked up his courage and asked carefully.

"No more searching." Sanger's eyes were vague: "After counting the time, my grandfather should have arrived, so let's pick him up."

Hearing this, everyone's faces became a little subtle. After staying in the mountains for a few days, they were a little confused, but at Sanger's reminder, they finally realized. After calculating the time, these two days should be the day when Grandpa Sanger arrived.

Thinking of this, everyone naturally did not have any objection to Sanger's decision. At this moment, the group of people had no interest in speaking. After packing up the camp, they rushed to the road and returned to the village smoothly in the afternoon.

As soon as he returned to the village, Sanger found several respected elderly people in the village without saying a word and showed evidence to announce his identity. The villagers were naturally surprised when they heard that he had returned to his hometown to recognize relatives.

However, after listening to Sanger's description, the memories of the elderly in the village were evoked. Compared with the genealogy, the villagers had no doubts and could easily accept this fact.

After all, in the remote villages, there is nothing to be greedy for, and even if you recognize your relatives, there is no benefit. The people in the village may be simple, but it does not mean that they are stupid. You will know that there is no need for Sanger to fake this matter.

Then Sanger said sadly that his grandfather had passed away and was about to return with a coffin these two days, and frankly stated that they were wandering around the mountains these days, just looking for a burial place...

In this regard, the villagers expressed their understanding and comforting all kinds of things. Death is the greatest, and fallen leaves return to their roots. This is a tradition that has been passed down for thousands of years, and everyone definitely doesn't think there is anything wrong.

Besides, in the mountains, the most valuable thing is probably the mountains, so no one objected to the idea of ​​choosing a land to bury ancestors in Sanger, and all expressed support for it.

When the marriage recognition entered the final stage, a big man guarding outside the village entrance rushed over and whispered to Sanger: "Mr. Sang, here we are..."

In an instant, Sanger's face darkened, then he stood up and walked out of the village. The others couldn't help but follow him. When they walked outside the village, they could see a huge convoy slowly moving at the end of the road.

The convoy was very long, with dozens of cars stretching out, like winding dragons, swimming closer little by little.

The terrain of the village is relatively high, and everyone can see it very clearly. The entire fleet is hung with black veil and white cloth, and is decorated with elegant chrysanthemums, wearing hemp and filial piety, exuding a heavy and sad atmosphere.

At first glance, Sanger's eyes turned red and he knelt down on the spot, tears falling like rain. Others were not feeling well, sighing in various ways, observing silence, shaking his head, comforting...

Not long after, the funeral car arrived and slowly stopped at the entrance of the village. A group of people walked down. After seeing Sanger, they surrounded him, reported in a low voice, and then changed into his clothes.

After some negotiation, the entire village was dressed up as a white ocean by them. Some people in the village also spontaneously wore plain blouses to help organize the funeral.

It has been busy late in the afternoon and the villagers have gone home to rest. However, in the mourning hall that has just been arranged, Sange is guarding the spirit. His face is like a dead tree, his heart is ashes, and his will is very depressed. When Fang Yuan walked in lightly, he recovered a few years of anger and looked up and said, "Brother Fang, is there no hope in the Feng Shui treasure land?"

"...Yes!" Fang Yuan hesitated a little and finally nodded.

"I know it's not your fault for this. After all, time is too hasty, so it's normal not to find it." Sanger was reasonable and then said: "Since that's the case, then tomorrow I'll ask you to choose a place in the back mountain. Don't ask for the good Feng Shui, as long as you can get through it. After I keep my soul for seven days, I will break the ground and be buried."

"Okay." Fang Yuan nodded again, indicating that there was no problem.

"Please," Sanger said, continuing to remain silent.

Fang Yuan was very tactful. After raising an incense stick in the mourning hall, he stepped back. He went back to the house to rest, but did not notice that shortly after he left, another person slipped into the mourning hall quietly.

The next morning, Fang Yuan Youran woke up and washed up, and then planned to go to the mourning hall to sautum for another stick of incense. However, he didn't expect that when he left the door, he saw Sange and a group of people guarding the door. The situation seemed to be a little wrong. Especially when he saw Sange standing next to Sange, he felt a little proud and his eyes were spinning, he had a bad premonition.

With a lot of thoughts, Fang Yuan greeted, "Everyone is so early..."

"It's already past eight o'clock, it's getting late." Sang Er said, his tone relaxed and excited, as if it had a different meaning.

"Is that true?" Fang Yuan frowned and finally realized something was wrong. The main reason was that everyone's attitude changed. Not only was Sang Er's tone lightly and irrespectful, but even when Sang Ge saw him coming out, he just watched coldly and had no intention of saying hello.

Overnight, everyone seemed to have lost their former enthusiasm and became cold, which naturally made him feel very strange. Fang Yuan was puzzled and pondered for a moment and tentatively said: "Brother Sang, are you... something?"

"It's true." Sanger finally spoke, but his voice was very cold and hard: "I want to confirm something."

"What's the matter?" Fang Yuan was very curious.

"I want to know whether you have found a Feng Shui treasure land." Sanger's eyes were sharp and he focused on Fang Yuan's reaction.

Fang Yuan brows were ashamed: "Why did you ask like this?"

"In a word, yes, or not!" Sanger also had a bit of aggressive meaning.

Fang Yuan pondered for a while, then shook his head gently: "No!"

"You are lying..." Sanger said sternly, but his eyes were filled with smiles, and there was a sense of excitement and pleasure of turning around and becoming the master of the family. He originally thought that he could only hold his hatred in his heart and would never have a chance to hate him, but he never expected that the opportunity would come so quickly. It was really one time, another time! (To be continued)
Chapter completed!