Chapter 19: Dark Mountain!

  Dark mountain! Collect!

  Today's weather is quite good. It's the fourth day of the first month, which should be a cloudy and cold scene with howling winds, but today it has revealed rare sunshine.

  The warm sunshine on the body makes people feel so comfortable that they want to shout out loud.

  After dinner, Wu Zhengye walked to the dam outside the door and sat down, staring blankly at the rose branches in front of him.

  "Jiang Lai Ge, I'm going up the mountain to find some herbs for my mother. You can rest here for a while." With a small backpack on her back and a sickle in hand, Xiao Juan stood at the door and said to Wu Zheng Xie.

  During dinner, Xiao Juan asked Wu Zhengye if he remembered his own name and where he lived, but Wu Zhengye couldn't remember anything. So Xiao Juan gave Wu Zhengye a new name - Jianglai.

  Wu Zhengyi was rescued by Xiao Juan from the Fujiang River, and the meaning of "Jiang Lai" is self-evident.

  Although Wu Zhengye has lost his memory now, he also understands that since he woke up, it's not good to stay in Xiaojun's house anymore. After all, there are only Xiaojun and her physically ill mother at home, and if a big man like him stays here all the time, it will inevitably lead to many rumors.

  This gossip doesn't matter to Wu Mouren, but Xiaojuan is still a young girl, and this kind of gossip will be very bad for her future.

  But where can he go now?

  Wu Zheng was very worried, Xiao Juan was a good girl, he didn't want to ruin her reputation because of himself.

  At this point, Wu Zhengye turned his head to look at Xiaojuan, forced a smile and said, "Xiaojuan, let's go together. From the top of the mountain, we can see further, maybe I can remember some things."

  "Okay." Xiao Juan smiled and said, "I also hope that you, Jiang Lai Ge, can recover your memory soon. That way, your family won't have to worry about you anymore."

  "My family..." Wu Zhengye paused, and his heart inexplicably ached with pain. "My family..."

  "Jiang Lai Ge, what's wrong?" Xiaojuan spoke out after noticing Wu Zhengye's abnormality.

  "Hmm, nothing," he said, turning back, Wu Zhengye bent down to pick up the ladder and prepare to put it back in the house, but his gaze fell on that bunch of rose branches again.

  At this moment, two words appeared in his mind - "Shape Evil!"

  February, not the season for roses to bloom, but the rose branches were full of life, with thorns that were dark red at the tips and irregularly protruding, causing Wu Zhengye's eyebrows to furrow tightly.

  He got up, turned around, and the first thing that caught his eye was Xiaojun's family gate. On either side of the gate were Xiaojun's mother's bedroom and kitchen. At this moment, Wu Zhengye suddenly said, "Xiaojun, cut down these roses! The thorny rose in front of the main hall and inside the Vermilion Bird will destroy the owner's fortune and wealth, if the fortune is broken, the owner's body will deteriorate early, get sick often, and if the wealth is broken, the family will have no savings year after year..."

  As soon as the words fell, Wu Zhengye looked at Xiaojun, only to see that she had opened her small mouth, staring at Wu Zhengye with a surprised face. After a long time, she exclaimed happily, "Jiang Lai Ge, you said so much just now, did you remember something?"

  When Wu Zhengye heard this, he was also stunned. To be honest, he himself didn't understand why he had said those words earlier. He only knew that these words suddenly appeared in his mind and he blurted them out without thinking much about it. At this moment, when Xiaojuan asked him like this, he couldn't help but take another look at the rose bush and the villa's front door, and after a while, he nodded slightly.

  Not bad, it's exactly like this. In front of the dam is a paddy field, and this rose bush is planted between the paddy field and the dam. The rose is vigorous and robust, with sharp thorns that look sharp and pointed in the wind and water. In Feng Shui, all sharp-pointed plants and buildings are considered to be a kind of Sha Qi (killing energy), and at this moment, the rose naturally falls into this category.

  In Feng Shui, the flat area in front of the main gate is called 'Ming Tang', and further forward is 'Zhu Que', which represents wealth. Therefore, at this time, that piece of rice field represents Xiaojun's family wealth. However, both the Ming Tang and the wealth energy have been destroyed by the shape killing of this rose bush. Moreover, this rose bush has directly affected Xiaojun's mother's body, eyesight...

  Xiao Juan's home, her mother is the head of the household, so generally Feng Shui only targets the head of the household.

  "Xiao Juan, this cluster of roses cannot be kept and must be cut down!" Wu Zhengye said seriously to Xiao Juan, "I believe that after cutting down this cluster of roses, your mother's illness will soon recover."

  "Hehe," Xiao Juan smiled, seemingly not taking Wu Zhengye's words to heart. "Jiang Lai Ge, were you just pricked by the thorn of this rose?" As she spoke, Xiao Juan walked over and took the pruning shears from Wu Zhengye's hand, putting them inside the house. Then, smiling at Wu Zhengye, she said, "Jiang Lai Ge, this rose was planted with great care by me five years ago. Every year in May and June when the roses are in bloom, you'll know how beautiful it is. Really, it's very pretty."

  When Wu Zhengye heard this, he was a bit speechless, but he couldn't think of a way to persuade Xiao Juan. Feng shui is a mysterious thing that sounds absurd, but it indeed has a huge impact. However, many people who don't understand it simply regard it as superstition.

  "Alas, if only I could link Feng Shui with scientific phenomena..." Wu Zhengxie thought to himself.

  After a half-hour walk, Wu Zhengxie and Xiao Juan arrived at a lake with an area of about five kilometers. The water in the lake was clear and transparent, and from time to time, they could see fish swimming happily.

  Taking a deep breath, Xiaojuan turned around and looked at Wu Zhengye, "Jiang Ge, this is the only lake in our village, and everyone in our village uses water from here. It has nourished several generations of us."

  He nodded and Wu Zhengxiao smiled and said, "The water quality is very good. It seems that the village has strict protection over this lake."

  "Yes," said Xiaojuan as she walked, "we are not allowed to wash clothes here, nor raise fish or go fishing, and we can't even throw trash in. And every day, someone is specially stationed here to guard it." Xiaojuan pointed to a small tile-roofed house several hundred meters ahead, "Ning Uncle, who takes care of the lake, lives there."

  At this time, Xiao Juan happily exclaimed, "Ning Uncle, I've come to see you!" As she spoke, Xiao Juan ran towards the tile-roofed house.

  Following the direction Xiaojuan ran, Wu Zhengye saw an old man in his seventies sitting in front of a tile house, wearing a simple gray cotton-padded jacket and a gray cotton-padded hat, taking slow puffs on a bag of dry tobacco.

  Seeing Xiao Juan running over like a little rabbit, the old man also smiled with his eyes narrowed, "Hehe, Xiao Juan, are you going up the mountain again to find herbs for your mother? With this filial piety of yours, your mother's illness will definitely get better soon."

  "Hmm," Xiao Juan walked behind Ning Uncle and gently patted his back.

  "Huh, who's that?" Uncle Ning raised an eyebrow and asked aloud as he saw Wu Zhengye following closely behind.

  He is an old man in this village, and he knows everyone in the village, but he has never seen the person in front of him, and can't help but look at Xiaojuan with some confusion.

  "He's Jiang Lai," Xiao Juan introduced simply. "Uncle Ning, we'll go up the mountain first and come back to massage your back later."

  Xiao Juan pulled Wu Zhengxie and ran forward.

  Ning Uncle hooked the dry smoke on his mouth and took a puff, spitting out a piece of white mist, but his eyes never left Wu Zhengye's back, "Jiang Lai...... Could it be that little girl Xiaojun's......"

  "Jiang Laige, this place is called 'Lingshan', named after the many medicinal herbs on this mountain. In a moment, I'll teach you to identify them." Xiaojuan said while climbing up the mountain road.

  Wu Zhengxie couldn't be as carefree as Xiao Juan, at this moment he was shocked in his heart. The "Ling Shan" mentioned by Xiao Juan was actually a yin mountain! Here the trees were lush and verdant, with a ravine flowing straight down from the mountainside, its outlet facing directly towards the lake below. At first glance, the feng shui layout of this "Ling Shan" seemed ordinary, but what Wu Zhengxie found strange was that as he walked along this road, the term "yin mountain" suddenly appeared in his mind.

  In Feng Shui, Yin refers to Yin energy. A mountain with dense Yin energy is called a 'Yin Mountain', which is suitable for a Yin dwelling address, or in other words, a burial site.

  This kind of place, due to the heavy yin energy, even in summer it will feel cool and refreshing, but this is not referring to the temperature being colder than other places. This is just people's feeling. In other words, this 'coolness' comes from the depths of one's heart.

  In such a gloomy mountain, if you come here at night, it's easy to have hallucinations and see things that shouldn't be seen. Even in broad daylight, people who are not physically well or lack yang energy may also experience some hallucinations.

  "Jiang Lai Ge, what's wrong?" Seeing Wu Zheng Xie hadn't made a sound for a long time, Xiao Juan couldn't help but turn her head and ask in puzzlement.

  "Oh, nothing," Wu Zhengxie naturally wouldn't say what was on his mind to Xiao Juan, but he also wanted to confirm, "Xiao Juan, have you been to this mountain during the summer?"

  "Been here," Xiaojuan replied without thinking, "In the summer, our home is too hot to bear, many people in our village like to run up here, this 'Ling Shan' is very cool, even on the hottest days it seems unaffected, really amazing."

  "Is that so." Wu Zhengxie nodded lightly, then looked down at the lake below, thinking to himself, "The lake has fish, the water is clear and full of life, it seems this yin mountain isn't purely yin after all."

  "Right, weren't you going to pick herbs, Xiaojuan?"

  "Yes, it's almost there." After saying that, Xiao Juan quickened her pace and walked forward.

  Following Xiao Juan's footsteps, the two of them soon arrived at a ravine above the middle of this "Spirit Mountain". "Jiang Ge, it's warm here and there are many medicinal herbs growing. Wait for me for a moment, I'll be done picking in a little while."

  As she spoke, Xiao Juan ignored Wu Zhengye and searched around her alone on the ridge.