Maoshan Road

Chapter 774 Xiangxi ghost son (58) (2)
Qin Jinrong nodded and said, "I don't know about that. Does your father know what kind of self-death cellar you built here? Do you want me to help? Although I'm not very good at digging!"

Wang Zimu shook his head and said, "You'd better just stay here, I'll just come by myself! My father doesn't know yet, I'm going to cut it first and play it later, so it's okay if I don't agree then, right?" After finishing speaking, he looked at the stone for a meter. It is thick, and if it is big, it can accommodate three people to hug it. It is in the shape of an imperial chair, facing the east, and has the momentum of an oriental dragon seat!Presumably this is where Huangshan came from... After Wang Zimu walked around the chair, he decided to open a dead cellar in front of the stone throne...

Just when Wang Zimu was about to strike, a loud shout came from the place where he came just now, "Stop, don't touch the throne!"

Qin Jinrong and Wang Zimu had sensed that someone was following them early on, and looked at the source of the sound with their four eyes without being surprised, but the figure that appeared surprised the two of them. Jin... "Dad? Why are you? What are you doing here?"

King Father Jin walked towards the two of them panting, "It's nothing, I saw you came out with tools, what do you think you are going to do..." He stood up and sat on the ground and said, "You can't destroy the feng shui here, it's our ancestors' feng shui. Capital, even if you bury me here in the future, I will not agree! You should go to another mountain!" After speaking, he leaned his back on the tree and continued to breathe!What surprised Wang Father Jin was that the two guys in front of him didn't seem to be panting or heartbeating...

Qin Jinrong sighed a little. If people can't be buried here, no matter how good the mountain is, it's useless. "Uncle Wang, this mountain with such good geomantic omen...why can't people be buried? Could it be an ancestor's instruction?"

King Father Jin shook his head and said, "Almost, this is the mountain we commemorated our ancestors. They valued this mountain very much at that time, but they were afraid that if they excavated it, it would affect the geomantic omen here, so we have passed this saying down to the present! "

Qin Jinrong nodded and said, "It's not a precept from the ancestors to say this, and it's just what you people who don't know Feng Shui say about destruction, so don't worry!"

King Father Jin looked at Qin Jinrong and shook his head and said, "Xiao Qin...I valued you very much before, but after you made your own claims twice, I began to be disappointed in you! But you don't belong to us in Xiangxi, so I don't want to say too much Yours is not!"

Qin Jinrong shrugged and looked at Wang Zimu, with aggrieved eyes, "Uncle Wang, if there is anything wrong with Xiao Qin, you just say it, we are the younger generation and should listen; I will remember what you just said, and I will never make my own decisions next time! "I was scolding Wang Zimu in my heart, and I haven't said anything until now; I was scolded by myself...

King Father Jin wiped the imperceptible sweat on his forehead, "If this is the case, go back, or change places, don't move the soil or trees here on this Fengshui Huangshan! I heard from the older generation that these flowers, plants and trees It's spiritual!"

(End of this chapter)