Episode 15: The Night Before Departure! [Recommendations Wanted! Collect!]

  The terrain is strong and upright, like a tall and healthy man. The flowing water is like a gentle woman, going and returning, nostalgic for the pulse with affection, it is indeed a mountain and water that depend on each other, a sentimental Feng Shui treasure land. Only the substance transformed from the decomposed bones of such a mountain and water sentimental Feng Shui treasure land can nurture intelligent offspring.

  It is often said that 'ancestral graves are buried well' actually refers to the decomposition of the elderly's remains. Of course, this kind of 'decomposition' is a natural wonder that current science cannot explore.

  The relationship between the dead and the living, from many easy-to-learn perspectives, is a kind of aura effect. Blood relatives and destined relatives are connected to the aura of the deceased in some sense at all times, and the aura of the dead person acts on the living at all times, constantly changing their time, fortune, and behavior.

  So, in H city, the 'house price' of Chengbei Public Cemetery is frighteningly high!

  A cemetery in the northern part of the city, with a price equivalent to a nearly 1,000 square meter commercial house in the downtown area of H City. This price is not low, but that's the market trend, and it's available for sale. The time limit is still twenty years, after which we'll discuss renewal fees based on market conditions.

  Not renewed?

  There are many high-ranking officials and businessmen waiting for a burial site in the Beishan Public Cemetery. It's no exaggeration to describe this place as "every inch of land is worth its weight in gold". Whether it's for speculation or personal use, or even as a favor to others, who can resist the temptation?

  Time's up today, if you don't renew, someone might buy your spot the second after midnight tonight...

  The northern city cemetery is popular and sought after by the wealthy, while ordinary people or those who do not believe in Feng Shui are mostly buried in the southern city cemetery.

  At this time, it was already around 9:30 in the evening. The snowflakes were dancing in the sky, and with the city lights shining on them, they looked like flowers flying all over the sky.

  But Wu Zhengyi didn't have the heart to observe these things now.

  Arriving at the outer wall of the city's southern cemetery, Wu Zhengxie found the entrance under the dim yellow light inside and cautiously entered after making sure there was no tomb keeper in sight.

  After a 20-minute search, he finally found Yang Yong's tomb. When he arrived in front of the grave, Wu Zhengye didn't say a word and knelt down, "thud thud thud......" After eight consecutive head knocks, he raised his head to look at Yang Yong's photo and said, "Master, your disciple Wu Zhengye has paid his respects."

  Pausing for a moment, Wu Zhengyi continued, "From now on, I will definitely follow the rules of the sect and not let Master You down."

  After finishing, Wu Zhengye took another look at Yang Yong's photo, stood up and was about to leave, but at this time, a gust of cold wind suddenly struck, blowing him into a violent shiver.

  "It's so cold!" Wu Zhengye tightened his coat and shrank into himself as he walked towards the outside of the cemetery.

  Until his back disappeared, a vague shadow suddenly appeared in front of Yang Yongmeng's tomb, "Alas, your courage is not small, sneaking into the public cemetery at midnight. This time, if they weren't intimidated by me, you would have come after this and certainly been sucked away half of your yang energy, and when you return, you will surely fall ill."

  After saying that, the shadowy figure looked at Dongfang with a thoughtful expression and whispered, "I've just been buried, my yin yuan is not strong enough yet. I was injured in the previous battle with them. Hmm, no good, I need to recover my strength quickly. Otherwise, it's really possible for me to be swallowed by them. As Yang Yongmeng, a master of one generation, if I were to be swallowed by them, wouldn't that make my peers laugh at me?"

  The sound came out and instantly turned into a gust of dark wind that disappeared in the sky.

  In the air-raid shelter of H City, Wu Zhengye somehow managed to find half a candle and lit it up. The dim flame cast a faint glow on his surroundings, complementing the ancient book he was studying with furrowed brows, giving off a genuine "studying by the cold window" scholar vibe.

  Only

  "What the f*** does this mean?!" Wu Zhengxie scratched his head, Yang Gong's Feng Shui incantations were numerous and mostly seemed to contradict each other. After reading for half a day and reciting for half a day, he ended up confusing himself even more.

  At this time, the half-burned candle had also burned to its end. Looking at the candle that was about to go out, Wu Zhengye let out a soft sigh in his heart, "Damn it, it seems that even with this treasure, it won't be easy to understand or grasp in a short amount of time."

  "Alas, never mind. Starting tomorrow, I'll just memorize them first. As long as I remember them in my heart, it's not too late to slowly comprehend and understand them later. Hmm, so cold..."

  The next day, Wu Zhengyi walked out of the cave at dawn and started another day's work.

  What is referred to as labor is naturally 'patrolling the city', picking up trash that can be sold for money.

  It's almost Chinese New Year, and the streets should be crowded with people, but unfortunately, this winter is particularly cold, and the snow has been falling continuously for several days. There are very few vehicles on the roads of H City due to the heavy snowfall, which has caused many traffic accidents in various places. Although there are people clearing the snow every day, they cannot stop the source of the snowfall.

  It's cold, and there are few people around. As a result, it's even harder to find plastic bottles and other trash to collect. Wu Zheng has been wandering around since early morning, and by 3 pm, he had almost covered the entire southern part of the city. However, all he managed to collect was less than half a bag of plastic bottles, which wouldn't even be enough to buy him a bowl of tofu rice after exchanging them for money.

  "Hehe, the whole city is decorated with lanterns and couplets, others are buying New Year's goods to celebrate the new year, but me? I'm still worried about what to eat for three meals a day," Wu Zhengxie said with a self-mocking smile, but his smile was uglier than crying. "This person, really can't be compared."

  Shaking his head, Wu Zhengye continued walking forward...

  After crossing a bridge, he arrived at the pedestrian street in the north of the city and his footsteps stopped. This was where he used to set up his stall, and it was also here that he was caught by the police station and taken away, sleeping soundly in the detention center, which he still misses to this day.

  It's just that nostalgia is already a thing of the past, shaking his head, he continued to walk forward, and soon several familiar big characters appeared in front of him - Dafa Casino.

  Due to gambling debts of 100,000 yuan in cash to "Dafa Casino", as a condition for repayment, a tile-roofed house in Baohe Town, H City, and 6 mu and 3 fen of good land...

  "Your father died under mysterious circumstances. When the gambler sent his body back, it was wrapped in white cloth all over, and none of our villagers knew how he had died. Later, after the gambler buried your father, people often saw his shadow at night when they passed by, and heard his crying..."

  "Right, your father must have been killed by the big shot at the casino, we all know that. Your father was not a gambler, how could he go to the big shot's casino? Besides, think about it, just half a year after your father's death, all of your family's land, soil and houses were occupied by the government for road construction, this compensation is an astronomical figure, there must be a problem here..."

  At the sight of the four words 'Dà Fā Dǔ Chǎng', Wu Zhengye's mind suddenly flashed back to a string of memories, his teeth clenched tightly, and he spat out a few words... Big - Shot - Casino!

  He could only secretly resent it in his heart, revenge? How easy is it to talk about.

  "Alas!" Wu Zhengxie shook his head, lowered his head and continued to move forward... "The poor do not contend with the rich, the rich do not contend with officials, they collude with each other, how can I, a person who cannot even eat three meals a day, contend with them?"

  Time flies like water, and it's already New Year's Eve tonight.

  Today, Wu Zhengxie didn't pick up plastic bottles, but instead used the tens of yuan he had accumulated over the past few days to buy three incense sticks and a stack of paper money, rushing to the city's southern cemetery to burn incense for his deceased master Yang Yongmeng.

  After that, he had a sumptuous dinner early and when night fell, he strolled alone in various parts of H city, admiring the night view.

  On New Year's Eve, H city was decorated beautifully, with lanterns and colored lights hanging from the trees, snow covering the treetops, looking exceptionally beautiful. In the sky, the sound of firecrackers could be heard everywhere, and as far as the eye could see, there were colorful fireworks exploding in the sky, as if specially welcoming the arrival of the new year. The auspicious snow paired with the beautiful fireworks created a unique scenery.

  "It's really too beautiful!" Wu Zhengye exclaimed sincerely from a leisure chair by the riverside road.

  At this time, a childish voice came over, "Mom, can I not eat anymore? Later when I go home, I still want to eat fish, so can I not eat this meat bun?"

  Following the sound, Wu Zhengye saw a four or five-year-old boy holding half-eaten meat bun looking up at his mother. The boy's mother was a middle-aged woman who looked like she was in her thirties, dressed simply and seemed to be an ordinary working-class person.

  "Little treasure, if you can't finish eating, just throw it away. Your dad and sister are still at home waiting for us to have dinner together on New Year's Eve. Otherwise, you won't be able to eat later." At this time, the middle-aged woman saw Wu Zhengxie sitting on one side, suddenly shocked and exclaimed, "Hurry up! Eat quickly! Even feeding pigs or dogs is absolutely not allowed to let beggars pick up and eat!"

  As she spoke, the middle-aged woman grabbed the child's hand and stuffed the bun into his mouth. She then pulled the boy along, running forward in a frantic manner...

  "What the...!" Wu Zhengye's beautiful mood was instantly ruined. "What kind of logic is this?"

  He stood up in a huff, and Wu Zhengye shouted towards the direction where the middle-aged woman had left, "Is being a beggar so hateful? Let me tell you, I'm full today, even if you serve me big fish and meat, I don't have the mood to eat."