Feng Lanxi reached out and grabbed the black soil on the ground and said, "Someone has taken the time for the earth energy here. Did that fortune teller do it?"

"It should be!" I walked towards the direction of the yellow earth.

The warlock does have a way to extract the earth energy and use it for me. However, real warlocks rarely do such things. Extracting the earth energy is equivalent to destroying the Feng Shui area. The warlock himself will also be punished.

Feng Lanxi followed me into the yellow mud field and kept looking at the ground: "Wu Wen, the soil here seems to be a little wrong. Have you noticed that if you look at the color of the earth alone, this is the Feng Shui of the 'Xuanshui Mountain'. Black soil is overcoming the loess!"

Among the five elements, black represents water, and yellow represents soil. Under normal circumstances, soil can overcome water. However, when things are extreme and reversed, strong water will appear to overcome soil. If you look at the earth color on the ground, the yellow mud is only more than ten square meters, while the black soil outside is endless, which just happens to meet the strong water overcomes soil.

Logically speaking, the loess here should not be suitable for burning bricks. Why did that gentleman choose such a place back then?

Feng Lanxi walked to the yellow mud and squatted down, grabbed the loess and smelled it: "There have been dead people here before, and there is still yin energy in the soil. Forcibly using this kind of soil to burn bricks will not only not suppress the evil, but will instead attract the evil spirit. Did that gentleman want to suppress the evil spirit or to attract evil spirits?"

I kicked the ground twice with my feet: "If that person is an ordinary warlock, your suspicion is definitely correct. If that person is a bricklayer?"

"Hundred-Essence Warlock!" Feng Lanxi was also stunned.

Like carpenters, they both worship Lu Ban as their ancestors.

The most mysterious heritage among the hundreds of lines of sorcerers is the first one to recommend the "Lu Ban Book". Until today, the reason why many people are unwilling to offend the master craftsman is half of the inheritance of the other party.

Feng Lanxi was stunned for a long time before saying, "The Hundred-Level Warlocks are not snatching the business of the arts! How could that gentleman be the Hundred-Level Warlocks?"

The hundred-line warlock is the first to enter the hundred-line warlock, and the second is the sorcerer. In other words, the ability used by the hundred-line warlock to establish one's life is not the inheritance of secret techniques, but the original craft. Only when you have to use secret techniques occasionally.

The biggest reason why the hundred-line warlocks don’t compete for business with warlocks is that they can’t handle some things. Take Chen Yulong, who has fought with me for example. It’s not difficult for him to kill people, and it’s a different matter if he wants to catch ghosts.

If Chen Yulong wants to catch a ghost, at least he has to let the ghost put on the clothes he made. It is better to deceive the ghost into wearing his clothes than to be a real warlock. A talisman is straightforward.

I fiddled with the loess on the ground and said, "What if that bricklayer came here specifically for the Sanren Temple?"

Feng Lanxi immediately reacted: "What do you mean is the things under the Sanren Temple have to do with the Secret Pavilion?"

I nodded and said, "Why can't the Secret Pavilion appear outside Chenjia Village?"

"Don't forget that the organization that took over the imperial history after the Qing Dynasty was the Military Affairs Office. The Qing Dynasty always regarded the Northeast as a place of dragons. It was also the main area for shaman activities. If the Qing Dynasty wanted to move the imperial history secret pavilion, where was the safest place? Of course, it was outside the pass with shamans as the main one."

I squatted on the ground and pressed a point on the yellow mud with my fingers: "If this is the Secret Pavilion of the Imperial History, our current location is exactly the same as the Secret Pavilion of the Imperial History. The Imperial History can hide a layer of secret pavilion in Chenjia Village, why can't we hide another secret pavilion here?"

"The first herb collector who died in the Sanren Temple said he was going to make a fortune. It must be because he discovered the entrance to the Imperial History Secret Pavilion. He regarded it as an ancient tomb, so he kept saying that he was going to make a fortune. As a result, he was chopped off his hands by the Secret Pavilion guards."

I paused for a moment and continued, "That bricklayer should have come here because of the news. If he didn't know the secret of the Imperial History Secret Pavilion, why did he come to grab this business at the risk of violating a taboo. At the beginning, if another genuine warlock came, the bricklayer would be easily beaten to death by the other party. What is the reason why he dared to take risks?"

I stretched out another finger and said, "Second, before that person burned the bricks, he should have gone to the Sanren Temple to see the truth before he burned the bricks."

"Third..." I raised my third finger: "My master didn't break the Three-Man Temple at the beginning, but now he has traveled thousands of miles. Isn't it prove that there is a shadow of the Imperial History Secret Pavilion here?"

Feng Lanxi couldn't help but nodded frequently: "You are right. To say so, Mr. Wu must have come here. But the old man must wait until he takes us up the mountain tomorrow..."

While Feng Lanxi was talking, someone suddenly shouted in the distance: "What are you doing? Come out quickly!"

When I turned around and looked over, a tractor stopped beside the black soil, and the driver on it kept wavering to us: "Come out quickly, that's not a good place."

I patted Feng Lanxi and took her out of the yellow mud field. The driver said, "Where did you come from? I don't know, can't you just go to the yellow mud field? There's something evil in that place."

I deliberately smiled and said, "Mr. Huang didn't tell me either! I just saw it..."

"Master Huang?" the man said, "Where is the surname Huang in the village?"

"Master Huang, your village chief. I am a relative of his family, and I came to visit him." As soon as I finished speaking, the man showed a vigilant look: "Nonsense! Old Huangtou has been dead for many years."

The man shuddered as he spoke: "Didn't you go to his house?"

I said casually, "I just came out of his house!"

The man quickly jumped onto the tractor: "You come with me. No, you go ahead and take me to Lao Huangtou's house to see it. Hurry up."

Feng Lanxi wanted to get in the car, but was driven down by the man: "Don't come up, you guys hurry up and go forward."

I picked up Feng Lanxi and trotted to Lao Huangtou's house. The man drove a tractor and followed me in the back. When I arrived at Lao Huangtou's house, I was stunned on the spot. Lao Huangtou's yard had been deserted for many years. From the outside, I looked inside with weeds that were more than one person tall, and even half of the yard wall collapsed. If the grass in front of the door was separated, I could not even see the window.

The driver was also frightened: "You really came here just now?"

"Come!" I pointed to the cigarette butt on the wall of the courtyard: "I threw that cigarette butt."

The driver suddenly had a cold war: "After so many years, they have come out again. Come with me quickly. I'll find someone to save your life. Don't get in the car, just follow me. Don't follow too close."

After the driver finished speaking, he drove the tractor out. I gave Feng Lanxi a wink and followed quickly.
Chapter completed!