The fake daughter relied on metaphysics to become a god, and the whole Beijing community knelt down

Lixi Village in Shan Province is a big village.

Population of several thousand.

The roads are also neat and convenient.

The small shops and stalls at the entrance of the village are comparable to those in rural areas.

You Jingying appeared with Huo Qihuoba and immediately became the focus of the villagers' eyes.

The young boy in the live broadcast room specially asked for leave and waited at the entrance of the village. Originally, he wanted to pick him up at the airport, but You Jingying did not give a specific time, so he could only wait at the entrance of the village.

In the live broadcast room, You Jingying's appearance was distorted and not at all what she really looked like.

Some people have guessed that her face is pockmarked, or she looks ugly and dare not show her true face to others.

A female Feng Shui master who can do this profession must be ordinary-looking.

Xia Qing was really shocked when she saw You Qingying!

For a moment, I was a little afraid to come forward and ask.

You Zingying walked directly in front of Xia Qing, "You are the guy in the live broadcast room. My surname is You."

Xia Qing was startled, then realized, his eyes widened slightly, quite surprised: "You, you are Master You! You are younger than expected..." Beautiful!

Maybe what he said next would be a little offensive, so Xia Qing blushed slightly and stopped talking.

You Jingying glanced around at Lixi Village.

There is nothing wrong with the landscape and environment. On the contrary, the environment here is a good place to raise people in the mountainous provinces.

but……

You Zingying glanced at Xia Qing's face with a quiet gaze.

Xia Qing felt a little frightened all over when You Zingying looked at him like this: "Master You, what, what's wrong?"

Is there something wrong with him?

Normally, being stared at by such a beautiful woman would definitely make him blush.

You Zingying looked at him with clear eyes, without a trace of distracting thoughts, and even had a quiet yet powerful penetrating power, clearly dissecting people's hearts.

"Let's go to your house first."

You Jingying didn't talk nonsense.

At the entrance of the village, many people who knew Xia Qing asked one by one who she was and if she was his girlfriend. They also praised You Jingying, which made Xia Qing very embarrassed.

Xia Qing thought about her father at home and walked a little fast with You Jingying.

His family lives in that part of the village, and it takes time to get in.

You Zingying observed all the way.

He looked solemnly at the top of the village.

"Have any strangers visited your village?" You Jingying suddenly asked.

"Well," Xia Qing said a little absent-mindedly: "There are many people in the mountains in front of our village. There was some commotion in that mountainous area due to a natural disaster of some size not long ago. There were people up there from time to time. He ran inside and even surrounded the perimeter to prevent non-professionals from going inside."

"How long does it take to get there from here."

"It's a two-hour journey," Xia Qing thought about it and said, "At the end of last month, an old man who looked like an immortal led a few people who looked very advanced into the mountains. I happened to come back that day, I met it before and only glanced at it from a distance.”

He doesn't know much more.

The superiors sent people to deal with the problem of natural disasters. As villagers, they just trusted the superiors and did not cause trouble.

You Zingying looked in the direction Xia Qing pointed, his eyes dim.

Huo Qihuoba carried the suitcase expressionlessly and looked at each other after hearing these words.

From the moment they entered here, they felt something was wrong, just like the day they saw You Zingying get rid of ghosts.

"That natural disaster is quite far away from your village," You Jingying said: "It happened in the mountains, so it shouldn't affect the life of your village. Why would the higher-ups want to send people to deal with these things? We also sent some old men.”

Xia Qing scratched his head and said, "I'm not sure what's going on here. I took leave to go home because of my dad's affairs. I went back to school yesterday."

Then he ran back and happened to enter You Qingying's live broadcast.

His dad's situation is getting more and more serious, otherwise he wouldn't have rashly believed in the masters on the Internet.

He also invited people to his home.

Thinking that there was nothing to gain from his family, he felt relieved.

After walking for about twenty minutes, I came to a house with a large courtyard. Xia Qing opened the door and shouted inside: "Mom, I'm bringing a few friends to see my dad."

The woman who was busy drying out the dried goods turned around and saw her son coming back with a beautiful girl. She was a little confused for a moment!

"This is my mother. Mom, this is Miss You.... I heard about my father's situation and came here to visit me. I'm at home, so you can do whatever you need to do. My uncle's house doesn't ask you to go over and do a little help. Really? I’ll just entertain Miss You... at home."

It can be seen that Xia Qing is a filial child.

Women are the kind-hearted type. Seeing You Zingying, they were a little at a loss and didn't know how to entertain him!

He was speaking in local dialect, and the joy on his face was very obvious.

Although I couldn't quite understand the Mandarin she spoke, I could still understand her eating fruits and drinking tea.

You Jingying smiled tenderly, took the tea from Xia Ma's hand, watched Xia Ma go out with a smile, and turned back to tell Xia Qing a few words, saying that she would be back soon.

Xia Qing scratched her hair shyly and said sheepishly: "Master You, please don't mind. My mother is just too hospitable. She seems to have misunderstood something."

"It doesn't matter." You Zingying put down the tea in his hand. The gentleness on his face disappeared and replaced with a somewhat serious expression: "Let's see your father first."

"Ahem..." At this time, there was a muffled cough from a room on the first floor, followed by the sound of vomiting, and a weak cry outside.

Xia Qing ran in quickly: "Dad, are you okay...vomited this."

When Xia Qing was in a hurry to hand the trash can to his father, You Jingying also came in.

A cold breath emanated from inside.

Huo Qihuoba, who was standing by the door, couldn't help but rub his arms and was a little afraid to go in.

When You Jingying saw the middle-aged man sitting in a chair retching into the trash can, he raised his eyebrows slightly and stepped forward to put his hand on the other man's body.

Father Xia suddenly felt that his dull head suddenly became clearer, and the feeling of vomiting gradually disappeared.

When he raised his head, what he saw was a pair of deeply sunken eyes. His eyes were a little dull from the torture. He stared blankly at You Tingying for a long time, and he was a little unable to react.

"Dad, this is the master I invited. She has a way to remove the dirt on your body," Xia Qing explained quickly.

"Dirty stuff?" Xia's father suddenly pushed You Zingying away, with a slightly ferocious look in his eyes, and said coldly: "There's nothing dirty, Ah Qing, how many times have I told you, don't believe those messy things. I'm just sick. It’s not like I was caught in something dirty at all.”

Seeing Xia's father's great reaction, You Qingying raised his eyebrows again.

She stood aside and watched Xia's father lecture Xia Qing. When he had finished speaking, she asked slowly: "Since you believe that you are just sick, why didn't you go to the hospital for a checkup? That's where you went to move the grave." A place on the verge of a natural disaster.”

"What natural disaster? It's called a natural disaster when someone is harmed by it. It's just a mountain collapse." Xia's father said to Xia Qing in a cold voice: "Don't tell outsiders about the situation in the village."

Xia Qing suddenly became anxious, "Master You is very powerful. Even though she is young and female, she can really get rid of evil spirits! Someone still has the recording of that live broadcast..."

"Snapped!"

Xia's father slapped Xia Qing and said sternly: "I will send you to college, and you will learn feudal superstition, right?"

"There is a coffin below where you moved the grave. You were the one who dug it, right? You hit the layer of softened black mud at the bottom, yes or no."

They didn't say anything about it.

How did You Jingying know?

Father Xia's eyes widened slightly.

He was the one holding the shovel at the time. He touched the mud at the bottom and pulled it out a little. He muttered something when he saw the black mud.

I just thought that there was a slime field under the ground, so I didn’t mention it to anyone when I returned to the village.