Feng Shui detective

I can't draw any more.

No one knows what drawing symbols means to Ling Feng. From the time she learned how to hold a pen, she learned characters that are complicated and mysterious to ordinary people.

She has been drawing talismans for 20 years. It took her a total of more than ten years to draw the talisman from drawing a lump of ink, washing her hands and washing her body, to making the talisman with a wave of her hand.But now, she seems to have fallen from the highest point, and she has become what she was when she first learned how to draw talismans 20 years ago.

There was a layer of yellow paper under Ling Feng's feet, on which were symbols drawn with ink or cinnabar.The strokes are powerful and smooth, and look no different from other talismans.

But this talisman has no god, and the talisman without a god is useless.

She killed someone impulsively and got involved in karma. Now that the world is settled, she has lost all her morality.

"Langqing, let's go. This is my business with it. It has nothing to do with you police, it has nothing to do with the people, and it has nothing to do with you. It can kill people now, and it can kill the police in the future. You are too close to me. I'm afraid you will be implicated."Ling Feng sat on the ground and picked up a talisman. The ink on the talisman was still wet and still had the fragrance of ink. "It won't appear until I run out of talismans, but it has killed so many people, how can I let it go so easily?"

The ominous premonition spread from the bottom of her heart and spread to her limbs, Lang Qing only felt her hands and feet were cold and weak.

She hasn't known Ling Feng for a long time, but since the day she met her, their lives have been mixed together.

Go to work together, eat together, leave work, more than half of them are together 24 hours a day.Lang Qing knows what kind of person Ling Feng is.

"What do you want?"

The more carefree people look, the more things are buried in their hearts. They give their smiles to others, but they carry their sorrow and pain alone.

There was a murder case in this three-story building a few years ago, and the little master who was killed by the nanny lived on the third floor before his death.At that time, the little master was too angry and turned the whole house into a haunted house. He waited until Ling Feng appeared before sending him away.

After Ling Feng drove Lang Qing away, he went up to the third floor. In the innermost bedroom on the third floor were the coffins of Ling Feng's father and grandfather. Over the years, Ling Feng hadn't found a suitable place to bury him, so he had to place them here .

People who practice Taoism are not cremated after death, and the whole body is placed in a coffin and nailed to prevent the body from rising.

It turned out that Ling Feng didn't think much of it, but now that she had encountered a catastrophe, how to deal with the two coffins was of course a top priority.

Ling Feng stood at the door and kowtowed, ignoring the dust all over her body.

The Taoism passed down by the Ling family for a hundred years has been broken, it is Ling Feng's unfilial piety.

At nightfall, he changed into a Taoist robe, and got on the ghost car with a banner in his hand. The ghost car bumped all the way to the Yin River, and Ling Feng got on the ferry to the ghost market.

The arrival of Ling Feng made the whole ghost city fall into dead silence, the people and ghosts inside all remembered the last time, she held this banner and threatened to burn the ghost locust trees and demolish the Tianji Teahouse.

The surrounding people and ghosts were all still, only Ling Feng crossed the street holding the soul-calling flag, and stopped in front of the Tianji Teahouse.

The waiter who greeted the customers lost his legs when he saw Ling Feng, and almost turned into a ghost with fright.

"Guest...Guest officer, you, you are..." The frightened one couldn't speak easily.

The Soul Calling Banner sealed with Eight Path Talismans looks plain and unadorned, except that it occasionally glows red under the influence of Yin Qi in the ghost market.The waiter's eyes were almost glued to the banner, for fear that if he didn't pay attention, the banner would hit his forehead.

"Drink tea, have a cup of the most distinctive tea in your store"

A cup of black "Menghui", the bitter feeling spread between the lips and teeth.

When I was young, I was isolated in the mountains, and I met the most simple villagers at the foot of the mountains.They believe in gods, respect and love Mother Earth, and fear nature.

They will send enough old rooster blood when they slaughter chickens and ducks during the festival, and they will also send some food to Ling Feng for the tooth-making sacrifice.

The deep mountains where Ling Feng lived for generations disappeared, and instead, there was a bustling city full of traffic and intrigues and schemes against each other.

This is the deep human nature.

Memories are as bitter as the cup of tea "Menghui". It is the grandfather who passed away, the father who suddenly became seriously ill, and myself living alone in a strange city.

She is from the Ling family. Even if she doesn't like the city life, she still wants to take over her father's job and protect the city's three-acre land.

This is her responsibility.

The bitter taste gradually faded away, Ling Feng opened his eyes and found that she was the only one in the whole teahouse.After hearing the news, shopkeeper Mo and the cowardly waiter who turned half of his body into a ghost were hiding at the door to watch her.

Ling Feng hooked his lips, left a Yin Judgment Talisman on the table, and left with the flag.She didn't go to the City God, but wandered for a long time on the edge of the fog in front of the underworld.

Hiding in the mist, the bull-headed and horse-faced frightened soul chain couldn't even hold it, and kept shaking.Fortunately, Ling Feng didn't force his way in, and left after taking a deep look in the direction of the underworld.

No one except Xiaobai knew how many Sun Gathering Talismans Ling Feng had burned after returning from a trip to the ghost market.She has no Taoism, and the Taoist robe alone can't stop the yin energy in the ghost market and the evil energy of the soul-calling flag, not to mention that she drank a glass of "Menghui" which was particularly harmful to her body.

Ling Feng turned the temperature of the air conditioner to [-], wrapped in a quilt for winter, and watched the Sun Gathering Talisman in front of him burn and extinguish.

The smell of blood radiated from Xiaobai's nostrils again. From the beginning, Lingfeng waited for the ghost to kill him before arriving at the scene, and then he did it directly after he noticed that there was a ghost in the middle of the night. The interval was only a day.

Since you are restrained by it, the entire Tianming City will be guarded by me alone.

Lang Qing, who was kicked out by Ling Feng, went over the whole matter, but still found some doubts.

Eleven years ago, "It" was struck by a thunder talisman when it went down to the tomb, and was driven all the way to Tianming City by the passing Master Konghen, where it sealed "It" with underground dragon energy, but "It" escaped, leaving only a shadow behind.

However, the accomplices of "it" continued to go down to the tomb, stealing or destroying all the items and murals related to the tomb owner's information in the tomb.

Ten years ago "it" appeared and controlled Li Haotian, and then gradually controlled the power he possessed.

Seven years ago, Jin Teng's participation in the land auction was just a cover. To break the seal, "it" needed blood sacrifice, and Leng Han was the scapegoat.After the incident was over, "it" used its power to transfer the relevant police officers away. It was not until Leng Shuqiu married Xiao Shiqin a year ago that he re-investigated the old case.

At this time, she and Ling Feng fell into the sight of "it".

But Lang Qing didn't understand why "it" attacked the Xiao family alone last year, and what was recorded in the destroyed murals.

Not only this case, but even himself was shrouded in fog.

The familiarity of the armor on Xiaobai's body, the dream that repeats day after day.

Whether it is the empty hall or the battlefield that makes the whole heart feel sad, they all bring Lang Qing the same sense of reality as if he had experienced it himself.

Master Konghen once said, "The retribution of good and evil is like a shadow, and the cause and effect of the three generations will not be lost."He also said, "Some people have the blessings of the previous life to bear the evil consequences of this life, and some people have the destiny to bear the evil consequences for others."

Since the Buddha didn't tell her how to bear the evil consequences for others, she will find out by herself.

After consulting an unknown amount of information, Lang Qing finally dreamed of the scene behind.

The gate inlaid with gold and jade was pushed open, and the empty hall made Qinglong furious.The cyan scales covered the whole body again, Lang Qing saw a gigantic monster that was nearly ten thousand feet long leaping up, and there was irrepressible anger in those golden pupils.

The long and thick dragon's beard swayed in the wind, and the green dragon left the palace with a flick of its long tail, hid its whole body in the clouds, and quietly approached a castle in the air filled with immortal energy.

In the exquisite yet majestic attic, there are two gray-haired old men playing chess, and there are a few little Taoist boys serving tea and water standing beside them, each of them looks very cute and cute.

"I heard that the lord has caused trouble again." The old man holding the white chess waved his hand to dismiss Daotong. After carefully looking out the window, he said to the old man holding the black chess: "It's still a big deal."

The old man holding the black chess paused his hands in mid-air, frowned and asked him: "She has caused trouble once or twice. Didn't she just walk away from the underworld to listen to Xiaodi, and the angry Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva pulled his beard down?" A lot."

"The bad thing is Xiaoditing. I heard that my aunt brought a complete dragon skin to Laojun early in the morning, and said that she wanted to refine armor for Xiaoditing. Laojun is good at making alchemy, but how could he?" Refining this? I heard that my aunt left with the Jiaolong skin, I don’t know where she went.”The old man holding the white chess set another chess piece. He put his hands around his wide cuffs, looking like a fairy.

"Where did the Jiaolong skin come from in the sky? Besides, can the ordinary Jiaolong skin look good? There is only green in the world..."

The huge dragon eyes opened, and the golden eyes took a deep look at the two immortals who were playing chess.

The faint Longweizi Qinglong spread out at the center, although she deliberately suppressed her anger, it still spread.

The two chess players shook their hands, and the falling pieces smashed the chessboard.

"I heard that my aunt went to the underworld, saying that she wanted to refine armor with the Nine Nether Fire. The fire is not far from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and now I can only watch Xiaodi obey my aunt."

The pitch-black world, the blood-red magma, when Qinglong found the underworld fire, he found that there was no one there.

"Grandma, she... took Xiao Di Ting and... A to reincarnate."Beads of sweat dripped from the forehead of the Fujun who hurried over, and his voice was trembling.

If Qinglong is angry, the whole underworld will be turned upside down.Anyone who came back after fighting the demons on the front line would be furious when they found that their home was stolen by their own people.

Not to mention Qinglong, who is known for his bad temper.

Beside the Naihe Bridge, Qinglong transformed into a human form and sealed his memory, drank a bowl of Mengpo soup, and resolutely embarked on the road of reincarnation.

"Human world, Tianming City."