Chapter 100: Build a pile, the story hides the evil cause
All the equipment enthusiasts were dumbfounded, but they also catered to his wishes and expressed that they would definitely believe in science from now on.
Tang Sanmu cleared his throat: "Let's talk about the Feng Shui here first. The place where the house was built before is in this open space."
As he spoke, he pointed to the map in his hand, which was the open space in the middle of the right side of Huxian Road.
Then he pushed his finger forward, pointing to the original road to the east: "This road is curved and reflects the moonlight, and the cold light under the moon is like a sharp edge.
At night, this road, combined with the angle of the moonlight, will look like a knife, with the blade heading towards the clearing, and it should be the same now."
After finishing speaking, he pointed to the river to the west: "Although this river is wide, it is too curved, making it difficult to flow smoothly.
But this building happened to be built here. Not to mention doing business, even when it was being built, there would probably be a lot of problems."
There is a knife in front of the door, and the waves are rolling behind the door.
These are all unfavorable to the building. The front is dominated by the sharp edge of the cold sword and the bloody light is evil, and the rear is dominated by the great waves of wealth and no support.
Building here is a very unwise choice.
Golden Requiem: So that’s it, no wonder something happened to him later.
Nether Maniac: Alas, I don’t know why I’m so upset that I chose such a place to do business...
Single for ten years: After talking for so long, I still haven’t gotten to the point. Why don’t you tell me what the situation is like with the things that Windrunner is encountering now?
"I searched and found that this wealthy businessman has a very bad reputation in the local area and can be considered a bully known to several nearby villages.
I guess he originally wanted to start a vigorous business here, but the construction was very unsatisfactory in the early stages and he repeatedly ran into obstacles.
All kinds of weird and weird things happen one after another.
He lacked knowledge and did not think about Feng Shui. Instead, he thought about evil spirits blocking his way of making money.
So I asked several gentlemen to exorcise the evil spirits, but to no avail.
Later, I don’t know whether it was an idea given to him by a certain Feng Shui master or a method he came up with on his own. He drove a pile under the foundation!"
The so-called living stakes are human sacrifices that are buried in the soil and become part of the foundation.
In the past, people were ignorant and would think of this method when construction was difficult.
When they heard the words "driving piles", all the equipment friends were shocked:
"No way, I still believe that this kind of thing would happen two hundred years ago, but twenty years ago, someone would actually use this method?"
"I can't imagine that in a society governed by law, such a situation would happen?"
"It's scary and my scalp is numb. That's why Master Tang just kept saying, isn't this a fox causing trouble? Is it a man-made disaster?"
Although Tang Sanmu combined these with the current situation and added some personal speculations, they should be considered to be inseparable.
He continued his analysis: "Unfortunately, driving piles only allowed him to barely build the building, and it didn't last long.
Even because the evil spirit was more serious, it was difficult for him to die well.
The reason why the building was demolished and the traces were covered up was because he was seriously ill and guilty!"
Qingshan Bukai: Master Tang, I just asked my grandfather whether there was indeed such a wealthy businessman back then.
Qingshan did not change: But not long after the building was demolished, the wealthy businessman died of illness.
Qingshan Fugai: It is said that death was quite miserable. It can be said that he was riddled with all kinds of diseases, including his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys. Basically, none of the organs we can think of was in good condition.
Dark Angel: Ah, in that case, wouldn’t Master Tang be right if he said he would not end well?
Tang Sanmu nodded: "My dear friend, this way I can be more sure.
At that time, a wealthy businessman failed to build a building here and laid piles. However, although the building was barely built, the feng shui was not fundamentally changed.
Moreover, the stakes bring evil spirits, hatred rushes into the body, there are knives in front and waves behind.
There is nowhere to hide the murderous intent on all sides. Even if all traces were wiped away when he was terminally ill, he did not think about his own mistakes and was unable to recover.
It can be regarded as a cycle of cause and effect, retribution.
And it is precisely because of this resentment that it is difficult to dissipate, so the legend of the fox whispering came into being.
If I guess correctly, this statement came from the mouth of the wealthy businessman, or his descendants, right?
They know in their hearts that the angry souls roaring there are all because of their own sins.
But in order to cover up his sin, he made up such a ridiculous story."
Only then did all the weapon friends suddenly realize.
In fact, the origin of the legend cannot be traced back, but if you think about it carefully, what Tang Sanmu said is indeed reasonable.
Windrunner was now staring at Tang Sanmu expectantly. Now that he knew what was going on in this place, it would be his turn to help him out of trouble soon.
Unexpectedly, just when Tang Sanmu said this, bursts of shrill screams suddenly came from outside.
Click! Click!
The glass, which was originally covered with bloody handprints, now had cracks. The terrifying cracks spread and the sound became shriller.
Bang bang bang!
The next moment, several loud noises were heard in succession, and all the surrounding glass collapsed and flew in.
Whoosh!
These glasses made such a sound in the void, and they were very fast, and they stabbed Windrunner directly.
Tang Sanmu stared at this scene and muttered softly: "The sword is shining brightly in the sky above the moon, and the resentment cannot suppress the bloody light."
After the words fell, Windrunner took two steps back and subconsciously covered his face with his hands.
The broken glass hit him directly, and you could feel the speed of the broken glass just by listening to the sound.
All the weapon friends took a deep breath and turned their heads, not daring to look at the scene under the camera. Some of the weapon friends had already imagined the bloody scene.
Those who crack down on counterfeiting are like losing their minds or grasping at straws, typing frantically on the keyboard.
"Trash Tang Sanmu! I told you just now, if it doesn't work, don't talk so much about useless things!"
"Now people are dead in the live broadcast room, please be happy!"
"Brother Windrunner is dead, and you are the biggest murderer, a bastard! A mediocre person!"
Nowadays, many people dare not look at the screen, but those who looked at the screen found that Windrunner's phone had fallen to the ground, and the screen on his side was completely white and nothing could be seen.
On the contrary, it was Tang Sanmu. A scarecrow stood on the table at some point, with grass blades flying on his body, flying in all directions into the void.
The scene was like a goddess scattering flowers, and it had a different kind of beauty.
Tang Sanmu sneered and asked helplessly: "Do you people really hope that people will die in my live broadcast room?
Life is precious, and for the sake of your own popularity, you expect someone to die every day, but you really are not afraid of retribution."
Then the camera over there also shook, and it was Windrunner who picked up the phone.
The blood covered in imagination did not appear, and the background behind Windrunner actually changed!