Zhao Wanzi didn't say how terrifying Kaiyuan Temple would be.
But Lu Fan could still vaguely feel that what he would face when he went there this time might be different from before.
After Lu Fan drove out of the city, he passed through a suburb and entered a narrow road through the mountains.
"There are actually so many mountains around Nandu..."
After running around the mountain road for more than an hour, Lu Fan couldn't help but muttered.
He has lived in Nandu for several years, but the farthest he has been is the suburbs. He never thought that the huge Nandu City would be surrounded by mountains. Some mountains can even be seen to the end at a glance, and white mist can be seen lingering in the sky.
Above.
"Is this mountain very high?"
Zhao Wanzi sat on the passenger seat with his legs curled up: "Compared with Longhu Mountain and Sichuan South, these are nothing."
"Besides, don't you think it looks weird when there is fog in the mountains at noon?"
Lu Fan slowed down the car at this time and looked to the side.
Only then did he realize that Zhao Wanzi had been raising his head and staring at the white mist of the mountains.
His big eyes were filled with doubts.
"Do you see something wrong?" he asked.
"Mist, in Taoist Feng Shui, is regarded as the flow of Feng Shui. When it encounters mountains and treasure caves, it condenses into Qi, which is Feng Shui. The place where Feng Shui condenses is also called a Feng Shui treasure place."
Zhao Wanzi said calmly: "It's just that if you look at the trend of the mountain in front of you, it looks like a hungry tiger descending the mountain. Going downhill from east to west is a vicious hole in Feng Shui."
"If any ancestor is buried on this mountain, the next three generations will die of cancer and not have a good death..."
Lu Fan frowned when he heard this: "What about three generations later?"
"Three generations later."
Zhao Wanzi turned his head and looked at him with a look that looked like an idiot: "After three generations, the family will be extinct, what do you think?"
Lu Fan's face froze: "Executed? The whole family died?"
"Yes."
Zhao Wanzi nodded: "When a hungry tiger comes down the mountain, there will be no grass growing. No matter whether you live here or your ancestors are buried here, generations of people will not do good deeds. If you don't believe it, go ahead and see if there is a village. If there is one,
, you will know if what I said is true if you ask me."
Lu Fan didn't doubt Zhao Wanzi's words, he just found it... a bit strange.
