Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

"Well, we've stirred up a hornet's nest now." Yan Que retreated to his son's side, took out his pipe from his pocket, and even had the leisure to smell it and smack his lips.

"One becomes a swarm, that's the starting move of the 'Group of Killers' formation. Son, it seems like we lost out on those five hundred yuan."

"What a huge loss!" Yan Sen's face was tense, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

"Dad, tell the village chief we need more money. Also, add two more lively old hens."

Yan Que was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled and shouted to the village chief, who was practically wetting himself in fear, "Village chief, did you hear that? Upgraded technology, increased service price! One thousand yuan! Plus two old hens!"

At this point, the village chief dared not haggle and nodded vigorously.

Having received a verbal promise, Yan Sen immediately took action.

Instead of preparing any cinnabar and yellow talismans, he started "collecting scraps" in the village to the incredulous looks of the villagers.

He broke off a piece of broken bowl from the corner of the east house's wall, picked up an old sickle with a broken handle at the west house's door, and even picked up a broken straw sandal that had been discarded by the outhouse as if it were a treasure.

The villagers were dumbfounded.

What's that kid doing? Is he crazy or just throwing caution to the wind? Do you think this junk can handle the monsters crawling out from underground?

Yan Sen didn't care what they thought. He paced back and forth in the open space at the village entrance, muttering to himself like a crazy little madman.

"The locust tree is a yin wood, which needs to be countered by metal. This broken sickle is made of iron, which belongs to metal, so it's perfect."

"Earthly Fiends are born from earth, earth generates metal, and metal generates water. Hmm... we're missing a water-based medium."

"I've got it! These tattered straw sandals are soaked in urine. Urine is associated with water, and although it smells a bit strong, it's perfect as the key point of the formation, and it can also ward off evil spirits. Perfect!"

He arranged the "junk" he had collected around the open space according to some strange pattern.

The village chief watched as he stuck a dirty shard of bowl into the mud at his feet, and finally couldn't help but speak, his voice trembling, "Little...Little Master, what are you doing?"

Without looking up, Yan Sen adjusted the angle of the bowl while explaining in a mature tone, "Don't be afraid, this isn't superstition, it's science, the science of feng shui."

He pointed to the constantly rising ground: "Simply put, these monsters' bodies are made of mud, but what drives them is the Yin energy underground, like flowing water. What I need to do is change the 'magnetic field' of this land, cut off its 'water', loosen its 'soil,' and let it fall apart on its own."

The villagers were completely bewildered, unable to understand anything about magnetic fields, water, or soil.

But in their eyes, the child's behavior at this moment was even more mysterious than the shaman Wang's shamanistic rituals.

With everything ready, Yan Sen took a red string from around his neck. Threaded on the string were three ancient bronze coins, worn smooth and shiny, which were his family's heirloom "sample coins," Qianlong Tongbao.

These three copper coins are the only "magical artifacts" he possesses, and also the medium through which his currently weak Qi can exert its greatest effect.

He carefully wiped the three copper coins with the corner of his clothes, as if they were the most precious treasures in the world.

Then, he took a deep breath and began his actual "strategy setup".

First, he inserted the broken pieces of the bowl into the ground one by one, according to the positions of the Big Dipper in the sky. Then, he ran to the big locust tree and precisely hung the tattered straw sandal, which reeked of urine, on a branch facing southeast.

Finally, he planted the rusty sickle in the west of the open space.

His movements appeared chaotic and disorganized, but in Yan Que's eyes, each step his son took was grounded in a crucial "spirit." These seemingly useless pieces of junk, arranged in this way, actually formed an invisible but real "vortex" on the open ground.

"You little brat, stop showing off! Think it through before you act!" Although Wang Shenpo was unable to move because her shadow was pinned to the ground, her mouth was still busy.

She couldn't understand Yan Sen's intentions and thought he was just putting on an act, so she cursed him in an attempt to disturb his mind.

Yan Sen ignored her shouts and curses, his mind completely focused on the "situation" in front of him.

Strangely enough, as he placed the last piece of "trash" in place, the howling wind around him suddenly stopped.

The nauseating stench in the air seemed to have been replaced by a dry, clean smell.

Yan Que stood by with his hands behind his back the whole time, neither helping nor stopping him, like the strictest examiner.

Just as Yan Sen was about to bury the three copper coins in his hand, he spoke calmly: "The orientation is off by three inches."

Yan Sen paused.

"The situation you're in now is called the 'Dragon-Trapping Formation.' When the dragon comes, you can only trap it, but you can't kill it. The killing intent in your formation isn't enough; you're too soft-hearted." Yan Que's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

"I'll ask you one more time, do you want to trap it, or do you want to kill it?"

This question struck Yan Sen like a heavy blow.

He recalled his father's usual teachings: "To deal with these harmful things, either don't do them at all, or do them ruthlessly. Giving them a chance to breathe is digging your own grave."

Yan Sen's eyes sharpened instantly.

Without further hesitation, he moved the copper coin in his hand three inches to the left and then pressed it hard into the soil!

Just as the copper coin completely sank into the ground, another strange event occurred!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The ground in the open space exploded completely, and as dirt flew everywhere, three corpse dogs, slightly smaller than the first but more agile and nimble, crawled out from underground!

They formed a triangular shape, tightly surrounding Yan Sen and Yan Que in the middle. Three pairs of eerie green eyes simultaneously locked onto Yan Sen, who was the weakest in the arena but whose Qi aura was the most alluring.

Faced with this desperate encirclement, six-year-old Yan Sen showed no fear. Instead, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a smile full of fighting spirit that was completely out of character for his age.

He turned to look at Yan Que, his voice not loud but full of confidence:

"Father, I want to try the 'Killing Trap'."

"roar!"

The three Earthly Fiend Corpse Dogs didn't give Yan Sen any more time to act cool. As if they had received a unified command, they launched an attack from three directions simultaneously.

A dark shadow flashed by, leaving three trails of foul-smelling mud in its wake, moving at a speed beyond the reaction limits of ordinary people.

The villagers gasped in horror, and some of the more timid ones closed their eyes, unable to bear the sight of the bloody scene.

However, Yan Sen, who was surrounded, remained unusually calm.

He didn't run, nor did he even look at the corpse dogs on his left and right. He just stared at the one that was rushing towards him from the front, and then took a big step to the left at a leisurely pace.

This seemingly casual step was actually the most brilliant.

His foot landed on a bluestone slab that he had somehow loosened by prying it with the handle of his sickle.

"Clatter!"