My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

As Shen Ming walked, he said, "Oh, you mean that place? Of course I know it. It's said to be a place specifically for burying people in our family who died young, so it's probably a bit yin-heavy, since it's a place for burying the dead. That's what you people who study Yin-Yang arts say, right?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Anshui blinked.

What kind of burial ground is specifically for people who die young?
But I didn't see a single tombstone.

"But I didn't see a single tombstone over there. And it doesn't look like a cemetery for burying people," Chen Anshui asked, quite puzzled.

"Of course, because there are no tombstones there. I heard that they are all put into coffins and then sunk into the lake. This is a special water burial method in our village. It is a custom passed down from our ancestors. I don't know exactly when it was passed down. By the way, I am going to help make some sacrificial items. If you are interested, you can come with me to the village chief's house. The village chief knows more. You can ask him then."

Even if your village chief knew, he probably wouldn't want to say more, right?
Chen Anshui muttered to himself, but still followed along with a glimmer of hope.

The village chief's house was a beautiful little villa. In the hall, the village chief's wife was sitting on the sofa, making paper figures around the coffee table.

When the village chief's wife saw Shen Ming arrive, she greeted him with a smile: "You've finally arrived! Come over quickly and help me make some gold and silver treasures. There's someone from your Shen family buried there too. The memorial day is coming soon, so you should definitely bring some good things for your husband."

Only after the village chief's wife finished speaking did she notice that there was a stranger next to Shen Ming.

The village chief's wife sized up Chen Anshui and realized that he was the same person who had helped manage things in the ancestral hall before, and who was said to know some feng shui magic.

Faced with this kind of person, the village chief's wife maintained a polite facade: "You must be Mr. Chen, the one who helped us handle the ancestral hall incident before?"

Chen Anshui stepped forward and shook hands with him: "Yes, it's me. It's a pleasure to meet you. Shen Ming asked me to come and help out. May I ask what kind of sacrificial ceremony you are preparing for?"

The village chief's wife smiled awkwardly, unsure whether she should continue.

Shen Ming sat down on the sofa next to him, picked up a piece of gold foil paper, folded it into the shape of a gold ingot, and said casually, "It's this day and age now, Auntie, don't worry about these things. There's nothing that can't be said."

The village chief's wife, who was called "Auntie," smiled somewhat awkwardly. After coughing, she lowered her head and focused on her work, saying softly, "Yes, we are indeed doing some sacrificial rites here. Some people in our clan died young and were buried in the same place, so every year on the same day, every household gathers together to hold a sacrificial ceremony to comfort their spirits in heaven."

Upon hearing this, Chen Anshui vaguely sensed that something was amiss.

If each family has someone who died young, then each family can hold their own memorial service. Why should they all come together to do it?

Even if it's a custom, the place where water burial is supposedly held clearly has feng shui problems, right?
Even Mr. Zhang was quite wary of the feng shui of that place; there must be some unknown secret behind it.

He hesitated for a moment, then said casually, "Oh, Shen Ming just told me about this. When I was taking a walk here, I accidentally walked to that place where they say water burials are held. I know a little about feng shui, and the feng shui there is very strange. I'm not criticizing you or cursing you, but based on my personal experience, the feng shui there is indeed quite eerie. If it's not dealt with in time, it could cause a big mess."

The village chief's wife trembled upon hearing this.

Her smile was somewhat forced, but her face clearly showed obvious fear.

What is this person afraid of?
Chen Anshui was very curious.

"I was just asking about things over there casually, I didn't expect it to scare you. Are you alright?" Chen Anshui said, pretending to be nonchalant.

The village chief's wife rolled her eyes and whispered to him, "Do you really understand feng shui?" Chen Anshui nodded very confidently.

"Of course I understand feng shui. I stepped in to resolve the issue with your ancestral hall before. Doesn't that prove my competence?"

The village chief's wife hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I'm just scared. I heard that the feng shui of that place is really evil. Because those people all died tragically at a young age, their resentment after death is very strong. We all know that the resentment will affect the fate of our entire clan. That's why we hold sacrificial activities every year, hoping to alleviate the resentment of those people. As for causing any major trouble... Mr. Chen, do you have any solutions?"

Chen Anshui muttered to himself, "I can't even see the specific feng shui problem in that place, how could I possibly solve it?"

If there is anyone in this world who can solve the feng shui problem of that pond, it is probably only Mr. Zhang.

Unfortunately, Mr. Zhang is on his way and has not arrived yet.

"As for a solution... I have a way, but it's quite troublesome to implement, and many people don't believe it, so I'd better not say anything. By the way, do you know how many people were buried in that pond?"

Chen Anshui asked, feigning curiosity.

"Well... I heard they buried ten of them."

The village chief's wife said uncertainly.

This number is already quite high. How can so many people die at such a young age?
Why do so many accidents happen to their ethnic group?
Thinking back to Grandma Shen's crazy chanting, Chen Anshui connected the two and the truth that they revealed made him feel horrified. Surely it couldn't be that depraved?

But the evidence is right in front of us; there's a high probability that Shenjia Village used human sacrifices.

And they're not just ordinary big.

Chen Anshui's mood was somewhat heavy. While helping them make gold and silver paper offerings, he inquired about the situation in a casual tone: "So that's how it is. Did you consult a feng shui master before building your ancestral hall? Otherwise, how could it have been built exactly like that?"

There was nothing to hide about this, and the village chief's wife told him everything in detail.

"It was built by the ancestors of the Shen family who led the entire clan. I heard that our ancestor knew some feng shui and magic. This method can effectively suppress those evil spirits and resentful spirits. We, the descendants, are just following the instructions of our ancestors."

It turned out to be the case.

"Did the entire village participate in this sacrificial ceremony?"

The village chief's wife nodded and said matter-of-factly, "Of course everyone in the village participates. After all, this is a unified custom that has been in place for hundreds of years. Even those who work outside have to come back, otherwise they will be scolded by their elders at home."

It seems they really value this ritual.

Chen Anshui secretly analyzed the situation, and after helping them make these paper talismans, he returned with Shen Ming. (End of Chapter)