The rich people on their side like to find feng shui masters in the Liangguang area the most, and they have never believed in Guan Dongfeng water masters. It is estimated that in the past few years, there have been many people who have come back to see, after all, the feng shui under the mouth of the pot is the lifeblood of the Qiao family, and it cannot be sloppy.

The old blind man let go of his wrist, glared at him fiercely with those dead fish eyes, and then asked Ma Chengfeng. "Boy, you look down from this angle, you see a boulder above the spout of the pot, on the boulder I pressed down the incense burner back then, is the incense burner still there?"

Ma Chengfeng was deaf and clear-sighted, and looked down to see that at the end of the Hukou Valley was the outlet of the stream, and there was indeed a boulder that could accommodate five people to stand together, and there was a large piece of blood-red 'color' on the boulder. However, there was no trace of an incense burner on the boulder.

"Nope."

"Then look again, is there a strange stone henge under the mouth of the pot?" The old blind man asked again.

This time, without waiting for Ma Chengfeng to reply, the housewarming spoke first, he was extremely embarrassed, lowered his head and stammered: "The blind immortal atonement, it's definitely not that my housewarming doesn't trust your craftsmanship, it's really ...... It's ......"

"What is it? Hum! Do you still say that you trust the old man? Housewarming, have you forgotten the old man's instructions before parting? The feng shui potential of your Qiao family is all on the spout of the pot, and what the old man said is not sloppy at all. Did you remove the strange stone henge? ”

Before leaving, the old blind man instructed the housewarming to lay a strange stone formation in front of the mouth of the pot according to the formation soil he had drawn, so as to prosper the feng shui of the pot mouth. Unexpectedly, it was moved away by housewarming.

Housewarming explained that it was not that he didn't listen to the old blind man, but that the strange stone henge was too weird, and ordinary people could not get out of it by mistake, and there were often small animals and people who died in the stone henge. Every time he went to the mouth of the pot to burn incense, he could see the dead body, and the people under his hand said that it was unknown, so he moved away.

"Nonsense! Whose idea was this? Housewarming! You're confused! Think about it with your heels, why did the old man leave this stone henge back then? This formation contains the strange 'door' Dunjia, the mystery of Kyushu magic! In order to prevent the villains from sneaking into the mouth of the pot and ruining the feng shui potential of your Qiao family! You! You!! The old blind man trembled with anger and struck him on the back of the head with the blind cane in his hand.

Qiao Qian lowered his head and couldn't say a word, and the sixty-year-old man was counted by a blind man like a grandson, and he didn't dare to talk back. He didn't dare to tell the truth, the reason why the feng shui pattern of Fengming Mountain had changed was because he had an old friend, his old friend's surname was Tong, called Tong Sixi. And his old friend is the world's first golden point master by the Jianghu people, his words cannot be questioned, his words are the authority of the Feng Shui mathematics world!

Ma Chengfeng stood in the pavilion overlooking the mouth of the pot, but he didn't see anything special in the mouth of the pot, although he has "The Book of Theft", he also knows most of the mastery in the Book of Theft, don't look at Ma Chengfeng has an unforgettable memory, but in fact, he is no different from ordinary half-grown children, such a big child, it is the age of playfulness, especially for those rote memorization of the five elements of 'yin' yang, gossip metaphysics, Ma Chengfeng looked at the "Book of Thieves" recorded in the unbelievable feng shui magic is like a book from heaven, I can't look at it.

The old blind man had a calm face, and he didn't blame the housewarming anymore, he 'smoked' a bag of cigarettes, and when he had rested, he said: "Let's go, go down with the old man to take a look, you Qiao Da good man has caused trouble, it should be the old man who will wipe your ass for you!" ”

"Yes, thank you, Blind Fairy." Housewarming didn't dare to offend the old blind man, so he carried him along the mountain road towards the valley.

The spout of this pot, the entrance in front of the valley, resembles the spout of a kettle, the spout is narrow, and the inside is wide. The place where you enter the mountain pass is a natural mountain 'hole', drill through the mountain 'hole', the field of vision in front of you suddenly opens up, look at it, the mouth of the pot is a peach fairyland, except for some 'yin' cold, the scenery is good. It's just that this 'yin' cold alone makes people feel nervous, and they don't have the heart to enjoy the scenery at all.

In the valley, the spring water is clear and sweet, flowing loudly, in addition to the emerald green bamboo forest, there are strange-shaped boulders standing in the valley, these stones stand in the valley for many years, they have long been invaded by wind and rain, the day is fine, if it is night, by the moonlight from afar, I am afraid it is like purgatory on earth, a piece of strange-shaped stones are like hideous ghosts.

Walking along the valley for about 20 minutes, the terrain in front of it is rising, here is the source of the mountain spring, above is a huge boulder, under the boulder is a large pool.

Before he could reach the pool, the cold water vapor was already blowing in his face. Overlooking the Hukou Valley from the top of his head just now, Ma Chengfeng originally thought that this stream was formed by a natural underground spring, but when he walked in, he saw that there was a gap under the slope of the boulder, and there was a steady stream of clear water pouring down in the gap, forming a waterfall in mid-air.

The natural waterfall in the mountains is a beautiful sight, and where there is a waterfall, there is definitely a rainbow on a clear day. But the waterfall at the end of the Hukou Valley did not see a rainbow of all colors. The reason for this is related to the boulder above, which is so big that it covers the sky and the sun, and the sunlight above cannot seep down at all.

In ordinary places, underground springs gush out through cracks in the mountain to form waterfalls, and the waterfalls fall from the sky, and the water bodies are split into countless water 'flowers' of different sizes, which are illuminated by the sunlight overhead, and immediately have a temperature. Perhaps this is the reason why this creek in the Hukou Valley is as cold as ice water all year round.

The old blind man walked to the spring, leaned down and stretched out his hand to 'touch' the temperature of the water, and frowned.

"Cheng Feng, incense burner, yellow paper." The old blind man waved his hand at Ma Chengfeng.

Ma Chengfeng put down his backpack and took out an ancient pottery incense burner and a pile of dark coins from his bag.

The old blind man used a different magic weapon from the average feng shui gentleman, he carried two kinds in his bag, one was to 'deceive' people when he walked the rivers and lakes. The other is the real thing. Ordinary feng shui gentlemen, generally use compasses, grains, or feng shui rulers to measure feng shui.

The old blind man's 'door' skills are all derived from his 108-character feng shui secrets, and the things he uses are naturally different. He is blind, a pair of blind eyes can communicate with 'yin' and yang, and the things he sees in his eyes are different from ordinary people.

His incense burner is said to be a treasure dug out of a Ming Dynasty tomb, this incense burner ordinary people look nothing special, but sharp-eyed people pick up the incense burner and take a closer look, the incense burner is under the paragraph, the top is a compilation of words, and the work neatly writes "sincerity Bo sacrifice vessel".

Who is Sincerity? It is Zhu Yuanzhang's founding feats, the ancestor of metaphysics in my country, Liu Ji, Liu Bowen!