"Mr. Liu, if my mother-in-law is buried in this tomb, is there any way to crack it?" Da'an asked.

Liu Dixian raised his hand to stroke his beard and shook his head decisively.

"My ability is limited and I don't have a way to solve it yet. If my master is still alive, it should be possible, but my master passed away ten years ago." Liu Dixian said.

Everyone sighed and expressed regret.

Daan looked at another tomb and said, "Mr. Liu, what about the other tomb? Can my mother-in-law live there?"

Everyone nodded, yes, a total of two places were selected. If this place doesn't work, then there is another one!

Liu Dixian said: "Well, there is no conflict in this place. It is also a treasured Feng Shui place for hiding wind and gathering Qi. However, there is also a small flaw here, which requires some effort."

"Where is the flaw?" Da'an asked.

Liu Dixian pointed to the second tomb and said: "Behind this tomb, there are two intertwined paths. In Feng Shui, these two paths are called rope-rubbing roads."

"There is a rope-pulling path behind the tomb. It is easy for younger generations of the family to hang themselves, especially women."

Hearing Liu Dixian's words, everyone's hearts were tugged again before they had time to let go.

Xiaohua tensed up even more, subconsciously feeling that her neck was tightening.

Yang Ruoqing's head was full of black lines. She couldn't help but said to Liu Dixian: "Mr. Liu, we are all laymen, but you are the expert here. Just tell us what to do, and we will do as you say."

Just do it.”

Liu Dixian glanced at Yang Ruoqing, nodded, and continued: "What I mean is that you can be buried here, but before the burial, there will be a magic ceremony, and you can find some people to clear the two roads.

Renovate it, plant trees, and remove the rope-rubbing path behind the tomb without destroying the original Feng Shui aura, and everything will be fine!"

Da'an said: "Okay, then listen to Mr. Liu, I will start preparing for this later!"

Yang Huazhong and the others also nodded.

At this time, Wang Hongquan, who was in a lively crowd, showed a bit of panic on his face.

"Mr. Liu, there are two intersecting paths behind the cemetery. Is it really easy for young women to hang themselves?" he asked with a pale face.

Liu Dixian said: "Yes. I have seen many such cases and I dare not speak nonsense."

Wang Hongquan asked again: "Then if someone among the younger generation has already hanged himself, will it happen again in the future?"

Liu Dixian pondered for a moment and said: "As long as the Feng Shui pattern remains unchanged and the aura is not disrupted, this influence will continue to exist."

"This is just like those of you who smoke dry cigarettes all year round, leaving hidden dangers in your throat. If you take proper care of yourself, it will not be triggered."

"If you catch a cold one day, or if you eat too much spicy food and are irritated, then the secret throat disease will be triggered."

"This Feng Shui layout also has the same impact on future generations. If it's good, it's the icing on the cake; if it's not good, it's adding insult to injury and adding insult to injury. We must be careful!"

Wang Hongquan's face was as pale as paper, with no blood at all.

When everyone else at the table saw this, they all remembered that in the first month of last year, Mother Shuanzi hanged herself in the woodshed over a trivial matter.

"Brother Hong Quan, what's wrong with you?" Yang Huazhong asked with concern.

Wang Hongquan came back to his senses a little, and he and Yang Huazhong said in a trembling voice: "I remembered that there is a rope-twisting road like that behind my grandfather's grave..."

As for the location of the Wang family's grave, to be honest, people of their generation like Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang really don't know much about it.

Old Yangtou was impressed.

"Hong Quan, when you said that, I also remembered it." Old Yang said.

"When your grandfather passed away, you were only three or four years old. I was eighteen or nineteen years old at that time. I was the only one who carried the coffin up the mountain! If I remember correctly, your grandfather

Just be buried in..."

Old Yangtou reported the approximate location of Wang Hongquan's grandfather's grave.

Wang Hongquan nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, my grandfather was buried there. There are two roads behind the tomb."

"I still remember my father telling me at that time that during the two years after my grandfather was buried, he often dreamed of his old man with a rope around his neck. He told my father that it was uncomfortable to strangle his neck."

"My dad didn't believe it at the time. He thought his neck hurt because he slept on a high pillow at night, so he didn't take it seriously."

"Later, my father passed away, and this matter faded away even more. I never dreamed about it. Now that I hear Mr. Liu talking about this matter, I can't help but get chills down my back!" Wang Hongquan said.

He came forward and begged Liu Dixian: "Mr. Liu, could you please help me take a look at my grandfather's grave? To be honest, my mother-in-law hanged herself and it's been a year. I really

I’m very worried that something like this will happen again to the female relatives of the younger generation, please!”

Yang Huazhong and others also helped to beg.

Liu Dixian thought for a moment, "Then let's do it tomorrow. I'll go up with you to have a look tomorrow."

Hearing this, Wang Hongquan was overjoyed and bowed to Liu Dixian repeatedly to show his gratitude.

Yang Huazhong said: "Brother Hong Quan, the matter of visiting the ancestral graves also involves Brother Hong Tao and their room. Do you want to go and say hello to them?"

Wang Hongquan and his predecessor Li Zheng Wang Hongtao are cousins. Their fathers are brothers, so they share the same grandfather.

Wang Hongquan said to Yang Huazhong: "I want to say it. I will go and say it to my elder brother right away."

The matter about Little Peanut's mother's tomb was finalized. Next, Yang Huazhong was busy looking for manpower to prepare for the ritual and to transform the pattern of the rope-twisting road.

Old Yangtou found an excuse and invited Liu Dixian to drink tea at Lao Yang's old house, saying that he wanted to ask Liu Dixian for advice on some personal matters.

Liu Dixian was invited by Yang Huazhong's family with a lot of money, and Yang Huazhong's family treated Liu Dixian with great courtesy.

Therefore, Liu Dixian was also willing to go and solve some minor problems for relatives related to Yang Huazhong's family, so Liu Dixian went to the old house.

"Third sister-in-law, what do you think our old man and his wife are asking for when they drag Liu Dixian to the east room? I saw that the door of the east room was shut tightly and the windows were closed.

, I just took two steps that way, and the old lady asked which one it was?"

"Look, this little old lady is obviously sitting by the door and window with a small matzha, just watching so that no one can eavesdrop!"

While cooking dinner, Mrs. Liu came to the backyard of Yang Huazhong's house and chatted with Mrs. Sun who was cooking.

Mrs. Sun smiled and said while cutting vegetables: "Maybe they have something to do with them, I don't know what it is."

Mrs. Liu said: "Third sister-in-law, what do you think it will be?"

Sun shook her head, "I don't know."

At this moment Yang Ruoqing came in.

Mrs. Liu's eyes lit up and she quickly told Yang Ruoqing about this.

"Qing'er, what do you think your grandparents would say if they came to Liu Dixian?" Liu asked curiously.
Chapter completed!