At two o'clock in the morning, Chinatown was still dimly lit, with mist rolling. The low cry of a cat came from the street corner, echoing in the night like an ancient sound.
Lin Fang sat quietly in the back hall of "Guyun Hall". Under the neon lights outside the window, the dim lights in the house were like an ancient lamp, illuminating the yellowed Los Angeles topographic map in front of him.
The old Bagua compass was in the center, and three cinnabar lines from the east, south and west converged to a point on the map, red like blood, which was——
'Qingfeng Real Estate' in San Pedro Port.
A wisp of green smoke rose from the incense burner, curling around the edge of the compass. Wang Qiu Ming lit the sandalwood and inserted it into the stove. He said solemnly, "Do you know? Three murders happened there in the past two months."
He sat down slowly, his expression shrouded in a haze: "The police investigation was fruitless, and finally they didn't even report the news. The Chinese community is already in a state of panic, and everyone says it's a 'backlash of fate.'"
"The developer invited no less than seven or eight so-called masters, Taoist priests, magicians, Feng Shui consultants...all said it was okay. But the yin energy at the scene was so strong that even pigeons dared not fly over."
Lin Fang looked deep, and his fingers moved the compass, making a slight clicking sound.
"The terrain is a bay with three mountains, shaped like a crouching tiger drinking from a spring. This is a place to store wealth and protect the owner. It should be good for development and prosperity..."
He pointed his finger at the map: "But the back mountain was cut, breaking the 'Green Dragon Ridge', which will hurt the eldest son."
"What's worse is that the underground parking lot was dug out in the east, just passing through the 'Dragon Cave', the central axis of the earth's energy, forming a 'reverse pulse top' evil. This is not a breakthrough, but a change of fate."
Wang Qiuming nodded: "There used to be a century-old Chinese temple on that land, dedicated to Wenchang Jun and Ksitigarbha. It was directly demolished during the development, and even the old bricks were transported away as construction waste."
Lin Fang's eyes were cold: "Wenchang controls literary fortune and heavenly power, and Ksitigarbha suppresses Yin spirits and Huangquan. One controls the sky, and the other controls the earth... These two statues Pulling it out is equivalent to tearing the order of heaven and earth apart. "
"No wonder the three murders are all bizarre: jumping off a building, myocardial infarction, and a living person turning into wax. The earth's qi is boiling, the gods have abandoned it, the ghosts have seized the door, and the living have lost their minds."
Wang Qiuming took a breath: "If you are interested, I can arrange to meet the project manager. His name is Yang Zhiyuan, a second-generation immigrant, but he believes in Feng Shui. He heard that you broke the "Luo Shen Bureau", and he said in person that as long as you nod, you will be invited to do it. "
Lin Fang looked at the cinnabar gas line that was like a dragon and a snake in the cigarette, his eyes condensed, and he nodded slowly:
"I'll go."
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The next day, the sun was shining, the night fog in Chinatown had dissipated, and the sunshine in Southern California shone on the city streets, and there seemed to be no shadows. But Lin Fang knew that the Yinsha Bureau could not be broken by the sun.
He took the subway to the San Pedro Harbor area. Standing in front of the window and looking into the distance, he could vaguely see the vast and picturesque coastline, but there was an inexplicable heat in the air.
The Bay Area is a place with strong winds and abundant water, suitable for business and port construction. If there is a hidden evil in the geography, once it breaks out and backfires, the consequences will be more severe than those in ordinary cities.
As soon as the subway arrived at the station, a black Cadillac stopped steadily at the exit. The window fell down, revealing a middle-aged man in a suit and sunglasses.
"Mr. Lin? I'm Jerry Yang."
Lin Fang nodded slightly, sat in the co-pilot, and glanced at the white jade pendant on his chest - it was the Liuhe seal of the old Shanghai Feng Shui family. Jerry Yang was indeed not an ordinary person.
"You said the project had problems, where did it start?"
Jerry Yang started the car while lowering his voice: "At first, the floor tiles broke, and then the main house collapsed. The most terrifying thing is that the workers went crazy and said they saw 'mud men crawling out of the wall and biting him'."
"Later, a Taoist priest from Hong Kong was found. He came and laid three evil-repelling talismans. As a result, he fell from the hotel balcony two days later, and his legs were broken. He is still in the ICU."
Lin Fang was silent for a while: "This game... is not as simple as Feng Shui. It's the ghosts who are asking for life, and the earth veins are fighting back."
"Take me to the scene."
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Outside the Wanjing Tianju construction site, there was silence. Several yellow and black seals were across the main entrance of the construction site. The sun shone on the concrete, bringing out a damp and cold chill.
Lin Fang walked steadily, wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, holding a copper compass in his left hand, and his right hand on the seven-star ruler in his arms.
The moment he stepped into the construction site, the compass needle suddenly jumped, and a faint light appeared on the edge of the Bagua plate, as if responding to some ancient atmosphere.
"The feng shui here has changed." He said lightly.
Passing through the main building and the villa area, the entrance to the basement was blew by the cold wind, the light was dim, and the air was mixed with unpleasant metal and fishy smells.
Lin Fang stepped into the basement, and his feet made a "dong dong" reverberation. The surrounding concrete walls seemed to contain some repressive emotions.
As soon as he walked to the elevator shaft, the compass needle trembled again.
"Something is buried here."
Yang Zhiyuan's expression changed drastically: "How do you know?"
Lin Fang did not answer, but slowly squatted down, pulled out a three-inch mahogany ruler from his sleeve, and drew a Bagua blockade on the floor.
He lit a pinch of ambergris and put it in the heart of the hexagram. The cigarette rose and quickly rolled back inwards-
Backfire! And it was a blue flame!
This is not a normal Feng Shui reaction, but -
"Yin Fire Recoil"!
"Back off!" Lin Fang shouted in a low voice, and suddenly pinched his fingers, and the copper coins in his sleeves shot out and hit the center of the ground array!
Bang!
A crack appeared in the floor, and a wax-sealed corpse in a suit suddenly jumped out, his face twisted, and a branded supervisor's certificate on the corner of his clothes.
Yang Zhiyuan exclaimed: "That's Engineer Zhang! He has been missing for a month! How did he become like this..."
Lin Fang stared at the wax layer: "This is not artificial wax, it is 'self-condensed dead evil', the flesh and blood are sealed by the earth's qi, the living soul has dispersed, but the spirit is still left."
"This piece of land is not an occasional evil land, it is a man-made broken temple to attract souls and reverse the dragon vein."
"They are not building real estate, they are building - a corpse-raising and wealth-gathering field!"
"Who does this kind of thing... not just for money. They want to use the Yin land to gather souls, exchange lives for lives, and may even-" He paused, "The planner... may be the 'old gamer' of the Feng Shui life gate '. "
Zhiyuan Yang was shocked: "What should we do now?"
Lin Fang took back the copper coins and stood up and said slowly, "I need drawings. I want to know who was the first to propose to demolish the temple and destroy the dragon vein."
"Click out all construction logs and geological reports. I want to set up a triple wind gust on this ground."
"The first level is to lock the soul with the gossip;"
"The second layer is burning the shade with five thunders;"
"The third level, use Ksitigarbha to invite God to suppress the root line of the soul."
He turned his head, his eyes like a knife: "This piece of land will not be removed from evil and will not start work."
A few days later.
In a magnificent mansion in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, candlelight sways.
The man in white leaned against the sofa, playing with a finely carved jade seal in his hand. The red wine swayed lightly, and the blood color reflected his face with a calm smile.
"Lin Fang... finally showed up."
He spread out a drawing in his hand, which was printed with the "Structural Diagram of the Third Underground Phase of Qingfeng Real Estate".
In the corner of the picture, an ancient seal suddenly appeared, blood red, with three characters in seal script - Qian Kun Ni Ming!
"Very good."
"Let me see how many situations you can break..."