Liu Tongyi stared at the picture in surprise. Xie Fu couldn't help but walk to the people to take a look. He saw two simple pictures on the paper, and the one above was the same as the simple picture of the Shounian Mountain he drew for Zhang Ping yesterday. A small box was drawn under the old willow tree that Zhang Ping asked about. The picture below is a mountain, roughly marking the location of the surrounding fields and rivers, and a red dot was pointed at the top of the mountain. This is the whole picture of Shounian Mountain.

It seems that both pictures were written by Lord Zhang. Xie Fu looked at the mountain like the haystack painted by a child and did not make any comments in his heart.

Zhang Ping lit up at the location of Cishou Temple: "What if the coffin was buried here?"

The Taoist immediately said, "If you don't put it in such a big deal, don't you put it in the right position, don't you take off your pants and fart!" After that, he looked up at the surroundings and bowed, "I am a scattered person in the countryside, and your words are vulgar. Don't blame me, don't blame me, don't say a lot."

Xie Fu narrowed his eyes: "What does this Taoist priest mean? Did he allud to the Feng Shui situation in the picture? But here is no longer what is drawn on the picture." He stretched out his hand and pointed on the picture, "Here, here, here, and here, now there are houses and trees."

The Taoist bowed to Xie Fu again: "This lord seems to be an expert. But I wish I could say bluntly that this situation has been completed, and the added part has no effect of cracking."

Xie Fu said coldly: "This county does not understand any Feng Shui, nor does it believe in any Feng Shui. Where trees grow, where houses are built, and how to control people get sick and make money. It's really nonsense. The incense here is now very prosperous and prosperous."

The Taoist was stunned: "This is still a temple?"

The yamen runners under the corridor were also stunned. Could it be that Lord Zhang found a Taoist priest to look at the Feng Shui of Grandma's Temple?

Everyone looked at Zhang Ping, and then at Xie Fu, who was frosty. The storm was about to come, and dark clouds were pressing down on the top, so it was better not to say anything for the time being.

Zhang Ping nodded: "Yes."

The Taoist sighed: "It's so vicious. I will never turn over and will never lose my household."

Zhang Ping looked at him: "Is it possible? It was a coincidence?"

The Taoist looked back at him: "Who is the one who has chosen such a place for the burial coffin? Although I haven't learned much about my master's skills, and I'm stupid and can't read very well, I still recognize this situation. I just never imagined that there is really someone in the world who can do such a move."

Zhang Ping frowned. Xie Fu glanced at him and the Taoist, and suddenly understood: "Oh, it turns out that the magistrate invited this Taoist priest to find a reason to touch Cishou Temple." So many people looked at it, and he completely sacrificed his life, "Mr. Zhang, you must not live? Cishou Temple is the place where the Empress Dowager wants to burn incense. It will ensure that my Fengle County has good weather and people's livelihood. If you destroy it, what benefits can you do?"

Everyone was shocked. The man looked stunned and then took a step back, opened his mouth and said in a trembling voice: "This... Zhang, Zhang Ping, don't cheat me, where did you let me see? I'm here just now, I'm just talking on the drawings, I know nothing!"

Some yamen runners also knelt down: "Mr. Zhang, what Mr. Xie said, but it's really...? Xiao Ben has no qualifications to speak, but... please think twice about everything!"

The other yamen runners fell to their knees. Zhang Ping frowned, and Liu Tongyi stepped forward: "I am an outsider and I don't understand it very well. However... I think, Lord Zhang may just want to repair the treasure temple. The Queen Mother's incense burning must not be lost. The treasure temple must be cleaned and repaired first, and chanted scriptures and dust removal before we can welcome the sacrifice."

He looked at Zhang Ping inquiringly as he spoke. Zhang Ping's lips moved, and Liu Tongyi looked at the Taoist again and bowed: "The Taoist priest just saw what Feng Shui taboos are there in this picture? Let's talk more. If there is any hindrance, it's better to practice as soon as possible. One is auspiciousness and the other is peace. Lord Zhang should not blame me for being troubled."

The yamen runner who had just taken the lead in kneeling down immediately said, "Ah... this... what is this young man saying? It's the young man who misunderstood the adult's meaning." He gave himself a mouth and kowtowed repeatedly, "Please forgive me for your sins."

The other yamen runners kowtowed, and even Xie Fu reluctantly bowed: "If it is as this young master said, the official is wrong, and the official apologizes to the master, and then he will be punished by the offense."

Zhang Ping stood silently. Lan Jue had told him before that some things in the officialdom must be adapted.

At this moment, he realized it.

After a moment, Zhang Ping spit out a few words: "Closing the mountain, digging trees."

Xie Fu's expression became tighter, but he didn't say anything. The knelt yamen runners froze for a moment, and then the leader immediately kowtowed: "As for the order, the young man will pass on the orders of the master!"

Zhang Ping turned around without saying a word and walked towards the small hall behind him. Liu Tongyi and the Taoist followed him.

In addition to the orders sent by the yamen runners, the rest of them also retreated consciously. Only Xie Fu could not advance or retreat, and he was still standing in the janitor. Anyway, this was the last time he lived in the world, so he just thought he was a ghost and stared at the Zhang surnamed.

When he entered the hall, Liu Tongyi raised her sleeve and said to the Taoist: "Yes, it's really rude. Liu Tongyi is down there and has not yet asked the Taoist priest's title."

The Taoist bowed and returned the ceremony: "I have never seen the donor without any vain. I am the same hometown as Lord Zhang and I have known each other since childhood."

Zhang Ping said: "I am an orphan. I was picked up by my master and grew up with Brother Mei."

Wumei said: "I am already a monk, so I will not use it as a common name."

Zhang Ping said: "Yes, senior brother."

Wumei sighed: "Oh, after you went to Beijing to take the exam, Taoist Master Park Wangzi suddenly passed away. There was an extra vacancy in the sight, so I became a monk. Chongyang took over Taoist Master Park Wangzi's position, and now he is a prison." He laughed again, "You are a vulgar and lucky person, so you should take the path of imperial examinations. Master will never make any mistakes in his calculations."

Zhang Ping also smiled.

Liu Tongyi heard that Zhang Ping's origin and his senior brother should have many stories. He was present from outside and was inconvenient to ask more questions and listen to him, so he said to Zhang Ping: "Brother Zhang, don't blame me for being troubled."

Zhang Ping said: "I should thank you."

Liu Tongyi helped him to clear the siege, but now this is how he is actually deceiving the empress dowager. I'm afraid it's even more difficult to come later.

Liu Tongyi said, "It's a big deal for the Queen Mother to burn incense. It would be great if my uncle was here now."

Zhang Ping said: "That is not fragrant on the view, it is fake."

Wumei gasped: "Ancestor Aping, don't say such things! I don't want to explain it here! That's the queen mother, you are a county magistrate now! Why is the picture you showed me... I'm not afraid of trouble, but don't play like this!"

Liu Tongyi looked at Zhang Ping with bright eyes: "Brother Zhang thinks there is a coffin hidden in Cishou Temple?"

Zhang Ping said: "There is naturally a coffin in Cishou Temple. But I think that the so-called coffin of Grandma Cishou is not in Cishou Temple, but under that tree."

Liu Tongyi suddenly realized: "Brother Zhang means that Cishou Temple..."

Zhang Ping nodded.

Of course, Grandma Cishou is fake.

The one in the coffin is definitely not a goddess and fairy molt.

He explained from the beginning: "Before, I went to see the well where the sarcophagus was dug. The wellhead was built later, and it was a little larger inside and also a round hole. If the sarcophagus was dug horizontally, the shape would not be like this."

Liu Tongyi continued: "The well has been left until now, just because it is the place where the sarcophagus is dug, so there is no need to fill it with soil and make it a round pit again."

Later, the wellhead was rebuilt, because there was always a round hole there, and it was better to wrap a small wellhead.

Zhang Ping raised his hand and compared: "The well is round, and the sarcophagus can be pulled out from it, so the coffin can only be vertical."

Liu Tonglied his eyebrows and Wumei blurted out: "The people here don't know this, don't know anything. Dig out the exit and insert the coffin vertically, and provide it for you!"

Zhang Ping did not speak and inserted a coffin vertically, which was a very vicious curse and burial method. Generally, it was cursed that the other party could not enter the sky and could not enter the underworld. Logically speaking, it was impossible for those villagers to know.

Many years ago, why were the villagers of Cishou Village fooled and believed that this was an auspicious fairy coffin? He had not had time to think about these things carefully.

He stretched out the piece of paper just now again.

"This is a picture of Mount Shou Nian. After the sarcophagus is dug out, it is transported to the mountain, and then the top of the mountain becomes like this."

Liu Tongyi changed color slightly: "Brother Zhang, this...is a bit big. Sorry, I'm really smart just now, but it might have caused you trouble."

Xie Fu, who had been listening outside, bumped into him: "What's going on!"

Zhang Ping handed the paper to him again.

"Many years ago, when Grandma Cishou appeared, in fact, someone dug out a vertical coffin, and then some people sent the coffin to the mountain, and used Taoist temples and trees to set up a Feng Shui bureau."

Xie Fu raised his eyes straight from the paper, Wumei swallowed his saliva, rubbing the sweat on his palms on his Taoist robe: "A Ping, if you are not drawing this picture wrong, this game is really fierce. This is the Dingpool Soul-Suppressing Bureau. It is a curse that the person in the coffin cannot become a ghost and will never be reincarnation, and will never be reincarnated. Most people do not know this game. Those who are so immoral and those who know how to do it dare not set it up."

Superstition says that the more you cast the Feng Shui spells, the more you cast the spell, the deeper your retribution. Therefore, experts who are proficient in art will not easily calculate the ordinary good and bad luck, for fear of revealing the secrets of heaven and destroying their cultivation, and they will not be able to become a great way. Doing things like ignorant people and nailing nails is mostly done by ignorant women and children.

Zhang Ping said: "And that tree is a willow."

Wumei gasped for air conditioning.

Willow trees are also a taboo for burial. Using willow trees as a coffin to bury the body is to curse the dead and the sons and grandchildren. In this Feng Shui system, when planting trees on the coffin, wood is used as nails to make a coffin through the heart, and then using willow trees is incredibly poisonous.

Xie Fu didn't believe in ghosts, but when he heard these words, he felt a little chilling on his back, as if wind and yin were striking into the bone cracks, and the sweat hairs on his neck stood up.

Wumei murmured: "With such a poisonous situation, that person doesn't even care about himself. This place... can it be regarded as a temple for so many years?!"

Zhang Ping had no expression on his face: "That's why I said, tell the truth to Eunuch Wang."
Chapter completed!