At six o'clock in the evening, the sunset was setting in the sky.
The golden and red afterglow slanted between the high-rise buildings in Los Angeles, casting long shadows. The traffic in the city was still endless, and the neon lights were just coming on on the noisy streets. Lin Fang had changed into a plain cloth and walked out of the apartment building, with a gray canvas bag slung over his back. His steps were calm, but his expression became more and more solemn. The place he was going to tonight was the legendary "Yin House Breaking the Situation" place - the original site of Greenwell Center.
Faulkner revealed to him on the phone that the land had changed hands several times, from real estate funds to small builders, and they had tried to develop it, but every time the construction started, disasters would come: workers fell from the building, tower cranes self-destructed, foundations collapsed, and even once a crane went crazy and rushed directly into the road, causing three cars to collide, two people died and one was injured. The Los Angeles City Government has designated it as a "high-risk area" and is keeping it a secret, so the project is effectively abandoned.
Lin Fang stood at the bus stop, quietly waiting for the bus. He was not in a hurry, nor did he believe in luxury cars. The slightly wrinkled cloth shirt and slightly worn cloth shoes on his body seemed out of tune with the rhythm of this city.
The master often said: "If a Feng Shui master is too high from the ground, he will only see gold, silver and jewelry, and forget about life and death."
That was the teaching that Lin Fang heard when he first followed his master to explore the dragon veins when he was eighteen years old, and it is still ringing in his ears.
An hour and a half later, the night was already thick. The sky was covered by clouds, and the lights swayed in the wind, like a precursor of some kind of uneasiness.
Lin Fang stood in front of the Greenwell plot, surrounded by unusual silence, even the roar of the highway in the distance seemed to be blocked by a thick layer of fog. He glanced over the rusty and mottled fence, and the sign "Dangerous construction area, no trespassing" hanging on it swayed in the night wind, as if issuing some kind of warning to the newcomers.
"In this kind of place, the more warnings there are, the more it shows that there are problems inside." He murmured, his tone calm, but there was a slight cold light in his eyes.
He stretched out his right hand and gently pressed the bronze mirror in the side pocket of the canvas bag.
A circle of halo appeared on the mirror surface, spreading out like ripples.
Under the moonlight, the entire plot of land was about ten acres. The original buildings had been demolished long ago, and the surrounding areas were all wastelands overgrown with weeds. The dilapidated steel bars and concrete piles were exposed like bones. On the easternmost side, a large excavated pit was clearly visible, about ten feet deep, with piles of soil around it, mixed with broken wood and mottled iron pipes.
Lin Fang stepped into the plot step by step, and the weeds fell under his feet. The moment his feet touched the ground, his expression immediately changed.
"The ground energy here is floating, and the dampness does not dissipate." He squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, and rubbed it between his fingers. He immediately felt a cold and sticky chill on his fingertips. "The soil is damp, and it contains evil spirits. The energy is heavy and does not dissipate... It is very easy to cause resentment."
He glanced at the northwest corner, and vaguely saw a black and gray stele in a pile of broken bricks and tiles. The seal characters on the stele have been eroded by time and are blurred. Only the word "ancestor" is vaguely discernible.
"It is indeed a reconstruction of the ancient tomb."
Lin Fang sighed softly, took out a folding compass from his bag, and gently turned it. As soon as the pointer turned, the inner circle of the compass suddenly "clicked" and vibrated violently!
"The earthquake position is rioting... There is something unsettled underground." He whispered to himself, with a sense of vigilance in his voice.
He quickly ran to the southeast corner of the plot, pressed his palm on the ground, closed his eyes and concentrated for three breaths, and after judging the direction of the ground vein, he immediately dug a shallow pit three fingers deep. He took out three yellow talismans, seven copper coins, and a pinch of black dog blood powder from the canvas bag, and chanted in a low voice:
"Tian Gang Beidou, eight directions of evil; the earth veins return to the right, and the dragon energy returns to the origin."
As soon as the voice fell, the yellow talisman was stuck into the ground, the copper coins were pressed on, and the black dog blood powder was sprinkled. A visible gray gas overflowed from the ground and quickly dissipated.
The compass stabilized slightly, and the pointer began to slowly return to its position.
But the next moment, a cold wind suddenly rushed out from the ground, and Lin Fang felt a chill on the back of his neck, and his hair stood on end. The locust trees around him rustled, and the branches and leaves rubbed against each other, as if they were whimpering softly.
He suddenly looked up-
In the original pile of broken bricks and tiles, a gray shadow slowly emerged.
It was an old Indian man in a black cloak, with a hazy shadow and feathers hanging down. Although his face was unclear, only a pair of pale green eyes shone faintly in the night, staring straight at Lin Fang.
"The evil spirit has appeared... This place is indeed the source of the evil land."
Lin Fang calmed his mind and took out the peach wood sword, cinnabar bag and yellow paper talisman from his arms without hesitation. He bit a piece of talisman paper and nibbled his fingertips, and blood soaked it, making it dazzling red.
"The sky and the earth are boundless, and the universe is righteous; break the evil and suppress the evil, hurry up as the law commands!"
The talisman ignited and turned into a red flame, and then attached to the peach wood sword, and the blade glowed red, as if blood and fire were burning.
The old Indian man let out a shrill whine, and the ground around him suddenly shook slightly!
"Ka-"
A muffled sound came from the crack in the ground under his feet. The air suddenly became cold, and the grass and trees fell to the ground, as if they were pressed down by an invisible huge force. Lin Fang's center of gravity was unstable, but he still stood like a rock. He suddenly raised his hand and pointed the peach wood sword at the shadow.
"You had grievances in your life and evil spirits after death. The grievances are not with me, and the evil spirits should not exist!" He shouted, "But if you keep pestering and bring disaster to the world, don't blame me for using the Five Elements Soul Breaking Technique to suppress your Yin body!"
The shadow paused, his eyes trembled slightly, and the blurred face gradually became clear, revealing an old man's face engraved with frost and feathers, his eyes were confused and painful. He whispered in a language that Lin Fang could not understand.
Lin Fang frowned, took out the bronze mirror, and pointed it at the shadow.
In the mirror, a large area of ancient tomb mounds appeared behind the old man, and each tomb mound was covered with gray and white feather totems, sacred but desolate.
"So that's it..." Lin Fang suddenly realized, "Bella and the others blew up the ancestral land in order to develop real estate - the gods have nowhere to go, and the evil spirits are born from the broken veins, which led to today's blood disaster."
He slowly put away his sword and said in a low voice:
"I can build a spiritual altar for you to suppress the evil spirits and return the souls to the ruins. But you must promise not to hurt people again and not let the evil spirits out again."
The shadow was silent for a few breaths, and finally slowly retreated. For the first time, a peaceful look appeared on his face.
Lin Fang took out a spirit-guiding talisman and threw it into the sky:
"Return to the ancestral land, and settle the souls and return to the roots."
The talisman flew up, like yellow stars dotting the sky, and disappeared into the night.
The shadow then dissipated.
Lin Fang slowly knelt down and saluted.
This salute was to respect the deceased, and also to respect the ethics of the Feng Shui master: to transform the evil spirits and stop the evil spirits, and save lives.
...
At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, Lin Fang returned to his residence, exhausted and sweating on his forehead.
Faulkner sent three messages to ask about the situation. He only replied:
"The problem has been solved. It is recommended that the construction be delayed for three days. I need to arrange the altar for the soul."
After a while, Faulkner replied:
"Bella may not give up."
Lin Fang stared at the screen of his mobile phone, and raised his mouth:
"If she wants to beat me, she must first learn the five elements and eight trigrams."
...
At this time, Beverly Hills.
Bella sat in her study, holding a glass of red wine, staring at the screen with a pair of cat-like eyes. In the video, it was the picture of Lin Fang's back when he was setting up the formation in the plot, from the surveillance she secretly installed.
"The Eastern Warlock does have some tricks."
She smiled lightly and immediately dialed the phone:
"Tell Drake to come back. I want to meet the professor who specializes in "Feng Shui Fraud."