Chapter 134 The King of Hell sent someone to invite him
When entering the village, the old man squatting on the edge of the bridge watching the flood stared at the big fish in his hand.
“Xiao An, where did you get the big fish?”
“It was washed down by the flood and picked up by the river.” Wang An said with a smile.
“That place?” the old man asked next.
“It’s quite far away. The water is so big, so you’d better stay away from the river.” Wang An said with a smile.
There are many people in the village who like to go to the river to watch the floods after it rains. They are old and young. Some people simply come out to join in the fun because of the rain, and gather together to chat about home affairs and talk. Some people wonder if they can catch something from the flood, such as a big fish.
When there is a flood, some reservoirs will release water, and many big fish will be flushed out of the reservoirs.
It doesn’t need to be a big reservoir, even the small reservoir in the mountains of Wang An’s hometown once had a big fish weighing more than 30 kilograms come out of it.
Looking at the old man's eyes, Wang An knew that he must go there to take a look.
“I just saw a dead man floating down from the top.”
“Ah, dead man, forget it!” the old man said hurriedly after hearing this.
These old people are very superstitious. Generally, they will stay away from things that are related to the dead, for fear of causing bad luck, except for white things in the village.
Wang An returned home with the fish and drank a large pot of delicious fish soup at noon.
“Grandma, is there something wrong with you?”
Wang An looked at the old man and was keenly aware that the old man was a little restless at noon.
“I had a dream last night.”
“Dream, what are you dreaming about?” Wang An asked hurriedly.
“It’s okay.” The old man smiled and said no more.
“You tell me and I’ll listen. I learned about dream interpretation from an expert.”
"After dinner, go back to the house and rest. You are not allowed to go to the river to catch fish in the afternoon. Such a big water is so dangerous!"
“Hey.” Wang An nodded.
Wang An was at home without going out in the afternoon. He found that his grandma sometimes sat alone on a stool in a daze, and sometimes sighed alone in the corner, looking very worried.
“Grandpa, what did my grandma dream about?”
“You didn’t tell me.” Grandpa waved his hand.
“You didn’t even say anything.” Wang An touched his chin and walked quietly to the old man who was sitting at the door in a daze.
“Grandma?”
“Oh, this child, why does he walk without making any sound? It scares me.”
“Grandma, what on earth did you dream about? Tell me and I will listen. I am really good at interpreting dreams and I don’t lie to others.” Wang An said seriously.
“Xiao An, please bring your girlfriend back early and show it to me and your grandpa.” The old man suddenly brought up the old matter again.
“Grandma, tell me about this dream, and I will bring one back to you within a month.” Wang An promised, patting his chest.
“Why is this child in such a bad shape?”
"To be honest, grandma, getting a wife is easy for me. The main reason is that there are so many choices. I don't know which one to choose." In order to make the old man happy, Wang An started to tell lies.
“Then bring over the photos of the girls you know and I’ll give you some advice,” the old man said.
“Okay, no problem, can you tell me about your dream?”
Wang An pestered the old man and asked questions all afternoon, but he still couldn't find out why.
Another day later, he was in the bedroom and heard his grandma and grandpa discussing the matter of making a tomb in another room. Some elderly people in the village usually choose the location of the grave early, make the grave well, and then bury it directly in the grave when no one is around.
Why did you suddenly start discussing this matter?
“I, the dream was not good.” He heard his grandma and grandpa say.
“What dream?”
"I dreamed that people in white were waving to me. This means that the King of Hell is preparing to invite someone." Wang An heard his grandma's tone of voice being very depressed.
“Hey, Xiao An is not married yet!” The old man sighed.
Wang An's eyes became wet unconsciously when he heard this.
An ominous dream for elderly people will make them uneasy because they still have concerns and don’t want to leave now. The old man still couldn't forget him.
“No wonder I’ve been restless these past two days because of a dream!”
The two old men discussed in the room for a long time and decided to find someone to make a grave. When he saw Wang An coming out of the house, he discussed the matter with him.
"Make a grave, why did you suddenly think of this thing? To tell you the truth, I once learned some skills from an expert when I was traveling. I know a lot about dream interpretation, divination, and physiognomy. I think your appearance is absolutely perfect." I dare not say too much about health and longevity, but there is absolutely no problem in living over a hundred years old! Isn’t it a little early to make a grave now?”
"This kid is talking nonsense. The King of Hell has sent someone to invite him, so who can stop him?" the old man said with a smile.
“I’m stopping you.” Wang An said seriously.
"You didn't dream about Bai Wuchang sitting down with the King of Hell, did you? Don't worry about that. I also dreamed about it a few days ago. I also invited him to drink a pot of tea. He told me to say hello to him if he had anything to do. That’s it.
You only dreamed about him and didn’t listen to what he said. I’ll help you ask him tonight. "
"This kid, why are you talking nonsense? You don't dare to joke about this kind of thing. I have discussed this matter with your grandpa, and it's settled. You can find a gentleman who knows Feng Shui to help us take a look."
“That’s okay.” Wang An nodded after thinking for a while. Seeing that the two old men insisted on doing this, he had no choice but to prepare to ask a Feng Shui master.
But he was not familiar with the county and didn't know where the Feng Shui master was reliable, so he simply called Li Xinzhu in Hu'an and asked him to help hire one from Hu'an. The price was easy to negotiate, but he had to be really capable. people.
Two days later, Li Xinzhu drove a commercial vehicle and came to the mountain village in person.
The Feng Shui master he invited looked to be in his fifties, with a thin build and an unattractive appearance. His surname was Feng, and his name was Shixiao.
The man was stunned when he saw Wang An, took a deep breath, and looked at it carefully.
“This face?!” Feng Shixiao whispered to himself.
“What’s wrong with your face?” Li Xinzhu, who was on the side, heard this and answered.
“Indescribably precious!” Feng Normal School pondered for a moment and then said these four words.
They entered the old house and saw two old people. They first looked at their faces, asked them their birthdays, counted them on their fingers, and then prepared to go up the mountain.
Wang An’s grandfather insisted on going along. Going up the mountain, Wang An helped the old man walk in front.
Feng Normal School walked to the road halfway up the mountain and stopped to look around. He deliberately fell behind Wang An and looked at his back. Wang An stopped and looked back at him.
“The lion looks back!” Feng Shixiao’s eyes showed surprise.
Then things quickly calmed down, and under the leadership of Wang An, they arrived at the place where their grandfather and ancestors were buried. Feng Shixiao looked around, then leaned over and grabbed a handful of dirt, looked at it, and smelled it.
“Old man, the feng shui of this place is not very good. If I read correctly, there will be people who die young in every generation after your ancestors.”
"Yes, yes, yes." The old man nodded hurriedly after hearing this. These things were not asked by Feng Normal School just now.
"If you insist on being buried here, you need to plant a tree at this location to block the mountain wind coming back from there." Feng Shixiao pointed to the southeast.
"Then let's look at other places." Wang And said. He led Feng Normal School along the mountain road around the mountain, stopping and stopping along the way, and staying in several places for a while.
Hand around the surrounding mountains.
Huh? Suddenly Feng Normal School stopped at a place, then walked down the mountain road and came to a deserted open space. This deserted land was quite spacious, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there was a small stream flowing diagonally in front of it.
Feng Normal School looked around the wasteland, grabbed a handful of soil, looked at it carefully, smelled it, and took out the compass to play with it.
“This land is good, it can even be said to be a good place.”
After hearing this, Wang An’s grandfather stared at the two graves not far away from the land with a confused look on his face.
"What's wrong, grandpa?" Wang An noticed something was wrong with the old man's face and asked softly.
“That house…” The old man pointed at the two graves and hesitated.
"You want to say that the descendants of that family are not living a satisfactory life, and their children are not doing well, especially the female descendants, right?" Feng Shixiao on the side answered.
"Yes, that family has three daughters, two are divorced, and one is still unmarried and is an old daughter. But I heard she is quite rich."
“Then the male descendants among his descendants are doing well?”
“It seems that after becoming a big boss, I was very prosperous when I came back two years ago.”
“There are advantages and disadvantages to Feng Shui. A Feng Shui land that has hundreds of benefits but no harm is hard to come by. It has long been occupied by ancient princes and generals.
There were also some problems when the man was buried, otherwise it would not have been like this. Also, the tree next to his tomb was dead. This tree should be moved away quickly otherwise it would be detrimental to future generations. "Feng Normal School explained.
“We don’t have high requirements, as long as we can bless Xiao An.” The old man said with a smile.
“You don’t have to worry about this, old man, he is already very powerful.” Feng Shixiao said.
“Then we’ll settle here? This land has been abandoned for many years. I’m going to ask the village chief if I can get this land,” the old man said.
“Let me ask.” Wang An directly called the village chief.
“No problem, I’ll give it to you even if I don’t ask for it now.” The village chief agreed without hesitation when he heard that he wanted the land.
After all, Wang An had just rescued his grandson, a piece of wasteland that no one wanted. It was a trivial matter.
“Okay, this land belongs to our family.” Wang An said after hanging up the phone.
After hearing this, Feng Normal School took out the rope from his bag and spent some time in the field to determine the position.
“Let’s make a tomb here. When you plan to build it, you can inform me in advance and I will find a good day for you.”
At this time, Wang An heard a rustling sound from the side, and the weeds not far away shook.
“There is something in the grass.” Wang An glanced at it and saw a badger, “It’s a badger.”
“Graves are most afraid of animals that can burrow like rats and badgers.” Feng Normal School said after hearing this.
“Wait a moment.” Wang An turned around and walked towards the direction of the sound.
The badger in the grass heard the sound, realized something was wrong, turned around and ran away. It ran very fast, and Wang An, who was chasing it, was even faster, as if there was wind under his feet.
He caught up with him in a few steps, raised his foot, and the badger flew up and flew more than ten meters away. It suddenly fell on a **** and was smashed in. It twitched a few times and then stopped moving.
“Is this running too slow because I’m too fat?” Wang An felt that even if he let the badger run thirty meters first, he would be able to catch up quickly.
(End of this chapter)