rebuild hell

When Feng Chuyou packed himself up, it was already half an hour after he walked out of the house. Regarding his dream last night, he remembered him and the situation of his jade book in the bottom of his heart. One day these answers will come to him He would always find out slowly, but the most important thing now was that he wanted to know whether the dream that had spent his little remaining power last night was of any use.

Feng's house is not far from Zhang's house, Feng Chuyou came to Zhang's courtyard within 3 minutes, no one stopped him when he walked in, almost no one in Zhang's house didn't recognize him.

When Feng Chuyou came to the Zhangjia lobby, he felt that the atmosphere inside was not right before he entered the door.

In the lobby, Zhang Xiaochen saw Feng Chuyou's arrival, and hurriedly walked out, with a helpless and strange expression on his face.Feng Chuyou could more or less guess why, but he had to pretend not to know.

"What's the matter? What's wrong with being so serious?" Feng Chuyou's voice was very low, only ringing in Zhang Xiaochen's ear.

Zhang Xiaochen looked hesitant to speak, and it took him a while to say: "Hey, this is a bit weird, you might not believe it..."

"Weird? You don't want to be fooled, just talk about it." Feng Chuyou asked again.

"..." After pondering for a while, Zhang Xiaochen looked at Feng Chuyou and asked, "Do you believe in ghosts and gods in this world?"

Feng Chuyou chuckled, and said, "Brother Chen, have you forgotten what my family does?"

Zhang Xiaochen was taken aback for a moment, then slapped his forehead: "Why did you forget that you are still a little magic stick? Then I will say it directly. Last night, the land god gave me a dream, saying that the place where grandpa is buried is not good. I made a mistake." The gods are taboo, and in the face of grandpa's merits and virtues, he entrusted us Zhang family heirs with dreams. That's right, it was us, except for me, my father and three uncles all had dreams."

Just as Zhang Xiaochen finished speaking, his father Zhang Mingzuo's voice came from inside the room.

"Is it Chu You? Come in, it happens that Uncle has something to ask you."

When Feng Chuyou heard this, he hurriedly agreed: "Yes, uncle."

When they came to the house, the lobby was full of people. Zhang Xiaochen's father, Zhang Mingzuo, was sitting at the head of the hall. Feng Chuyou came to the hall and asked, "I don't know what uncle wants to ask my nephew?"

"I heard from Xiaochen that when the old man was buried yesterday, you specifically asked him if there was an earth temple nearby?" Zhang Mingzuo asked straight to the point without nagging.

Feng Chuyou nodded: "Yes, I walked all the way with the team yesterday, and I had the impression that I could see a land temple along the way. I didn't see it, so I asked Brother Zhang. But I heard Brother Zhang said that The Earth Temple collapsed three or four years ago."

"That's true. The Earth Temple has not been worshiped for a long time, and no one knows when it collapsed. Many people in the village don't have the habit of worshiping the land and have not repaired it since then. There is only a ruins left. You It’s normal if you haven’t seen it.” As he spoke, he turned the limelight and asked, “Is it because you have some taboos about this earth temple?”

Feng Luobin sighed and said: "It is taboo for the dead to be buried with altars and temples around, and it will violate the taboo of the gods. Mr. Yin Yang, who is just getting started, knows this, so I asked Brother Zhang at that time, and I learned that it is It was decided by an expert whom the old man knew before his death, so I didn't say much."

"This person has caused my Zhang family a lot of heart! Still an expert? Bah!"

"We'll discuss this matter later. The most important thing at this time is to move the old man's grave immediately."

"Who knows if the dream is true or not. What time is it now? There are no ghosts and gods in this world."

The people in the lobby started arguing as soon as Feng Chuyou's words fell, some were filled with righteous indignation, some were full of disbelief, and Zhang Mingzuo's face was also cloudy and uncertain at this time, and finally saw him He raised his hand and suppressed all the discussions.

"Xiao Feng, I think Xiaochen also told you some things just now, but it's not true after all. I wonder if you have any other evidence that we can all see? If that person really used the power of ghosts and gods To harm my Zhang family, we have to have a firm belief..."

Everyone's eyes were on Feng Chuyou, but some people's eyes were full of disbelief, and they didn't believe that this young man, Feng Chuyou, could do anything.

And this is exactly what Feng Chuyou needs, to present real evidence so that the members of the Zhang family don't have any hesitation.

Everyone in the Zhang family who knew about the matter followed Feng Chuyou to Mr. Zhang's new grave.

Feng Chuyou first glanced at the 'smoke' on the top of the grave, and nodded inwardly after seeing its more solid appearance than before, and then turned his gaze to the newly erected tombstone in front of the grave.Seeing the cracks on the tombstone that were much clearer than yesterday, Feng Chuyou's eyes flashed a stern look.

"It's too complicated for everyone to understand, so I just want to ask you a question first." Feng Chuyou turned around and looked at the Zhang family members behind him, and asked: "This tombstone of the old man is the highest grade Taibai Qing, under normal circumstances, there will be no cracks for hundreds of years, right?"

"Yes, I personally picked this Taibaiqing. There is no natural or man-made disaster, and it is absolutely impossible for cracks to appear." The person who answered Feng Chuyou was a young man in his 30s, wearing a pair of rimless glasses and wearing a suit. The hand-made custom black suit is Zhang Ruohui, the youngest son of the second uncle of the Zhang family. He was also one of the people in the lobby who scoffed at the so-called dream of the land and violated the taboo of the gods.

Feng Chuyou nodded, and then moved away: "Then take a look now, are the cracks on the tombstone man-made or voluntary?"

These words made Zhang Ruohui frowned slightly, and he walked quickly to the tombstone, looked intently, and his pupils shrank. At this time, the tombstone of the top-ranking Taibaiqing was covered with densely packed tiny cracks, because Taibaiqing was pure black, if If you don't look closely, you can't really see the cracks on it, but you can tell that the cracks are definitely not man-made. The cracks seem to grow from the inside of Taibaiqing, like moths.

"Why, how did this happen?! When the monument was erected yesterday, Taibaiqing was fine." Zhang Ruohui was stunned by the tombstone in front of him.

As soon as Zhang Ruohui's voice stopped, the tombstone was crowded with people. All the Zhang family members who came could clearly see that the tombstone, which was as clean as jade yesterday, was covered with tiny cracks today.

"This is really against the taboo of the gods. Otherwise, how could the tombstone be full of cracks overnight? If this continues, it is really possible..." One of the entrusted dreams, the third son of the Zhang family The uncle couldn't help but murmured when he saw this.

He is not the only one who has this idea, other people also have these ideas more or less, and they are all the Zhang family. If they are really involved, they must be among them. Everyone feels a little cold at this moment of.

"If there is still some mucus oozing from the cracks on the tombstone, you might as well smell it." Feng Chuyou said this to the Zhang family.

"Ouch!" Curiously, he touched it with his hands first, and brought it to his nose, almost getting smoked, "Why is this smell so disgusting?"

There were not a few who tried to smell it, and Feng Chuyou believed that the smell would make them unable to eat for a long time.

"It's a little troublesome to explain. Simply put, it's because they were buried in the wrong place and were rejected by the surrounding environment." Looking at their puzzled looks, Feng Chuyou explained concisely.

Afterwards, everyone in the Zhang family began to discuss the matter of moving the grave, and Feng Chuyou was naturally the main subject of inquiry. Although he was not good at things like searching for dragons and acupoints, he now has another identity, the land god of Yunlai Village, He can still feel where the ground within a radius of fifty miles from Yunlai Village is suitable for burial.

After finding a place for the old man to be buried again, it was already night. He was busy with the affairs of the Zhang family all day. After dinner, Feng Chuyou returned to his own room, so that Feng Chuyou had time to savor today's harvest and feel Seeing the increase of divine power, Feng Chuyou understood that last night's entrusting the dream was not in vain. He had harvested dozens of strands of incense wish power from the Zhang family, and the ratio of wish power to divine power was two to one.

"Finally, I have gathered the first amount of divine power before Master Zhang's first seven days." Feng Chu breathed a sigh of relief, and on Feng Chu's face with a faint smile, his dark eyes were focused, and he had more confidence in what he had to do next.