Yin Yang Luban Mantra

On the day of Jiashen in the Guiyou month of the Jiawu year, it rushes to the south of the tiger, and Jia does not open a warehouse to dissipate the property, and Shen rests on the bed and sneaks into the house.

Auspicious: breaking ground, building, traveling, burial; Inauspicious: logging, recruiting new relatives, accepting a son-in-law, erecting a monument.

In the upper reaches of the Minjiang River in Rongcheng, the sky was full of yellow paper, which fell into the river weakly with the wind, and was soon swallowed by the turbulent river as it went down the river.

"The sun, the moon, and the stars are three wonders in the sky, and the ghosts and gods are terrified. The gods bow their heads when they see it, and the evil spirits keep walking!"

On the bank of the Minjiang River, on a bridge construction site, a mage dressed strangely, holding a sword and a golden whip, muttered words.

He wore a red scarf on his head, a green coat, and a long blue skirt on his lower body. With his bare feet, he took strange steps on the gravel beach by the shore without feeling any pain.

This is the attire of the sorcerer of the Lushan School.

The Lushan School may not be well-known in other areas, but in Jianzhou Province and Rongcheng, it is a local primitive religion. It inherits the essence of Jingming Dao, Lingbao School and other schools, and this mage is also a special The "red-headed mage" who exorcises evil spirits and eliminates evil spirits.

The mage jumped for a while, then suddenly picked up a bowl from the altar and threw it on the ground, shouted loudly, and then stabbed it with a sword.

Then, he exhaled a foul breath, placed the magic vessel on the altar, and closed his eyes without saying a word.

The mage could hold his breath, but the people next to him couldn't.

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes couldn't hold back and asked, "Master Huang, is it over?"

The mage was silent for about ten seconds, and the people around couldn't help sweating in the hot weather.

The Xinye Bridge has collapsed three times since it was built. No matter how the experts in the design institute do their research, they can't find the problem. In the latest collapse three days ago, a worker died , This matter has become a big mess, not only the relevant departments ordered to stop work for rectification, but the workers are even more panicked.

Since ancient times, rivers, lakes and seas have always been accompanied by various bizarre and frightening stories. Before, there were workers who saw ghosts dancing in the river in the middle of the night. They were so frightened that they resigned and went home. Now the workers are suspicious of the water. There are unclean things in it, which are preventing them from building bridges.

If you continue to build, who can guarantee that you will not be the next one to have an accident?

The workers were afraid, and their boss, Zhang Guodong, was in a state of distress.

The reason why this bridge was built was to allow the government to grant him the development of the land on the other side of the bridge. If the bridge cannot be built and the land cannot be held, wouldn't it be a loss for the wife and the army?

Zhang Guodong is just the boss of a small real estate company and cannot afford such a loss.

So he spent a lot of money to invite the red-headed mage Huang Hai of the Lushan School to do it, just hoping that the project can go smoothly.

Master Huang was silent for a long time, opened his eyes, stroked his mustache, and explained:

"Just now I have greeted the lonely ghosts around me. They are not the ones making trouble. The real problem is the land under our feet."

Zhang Guodong frowned: "Master, what do you mean?"

"The location you have chosen is low-lying, and it is a place for gathering shade. There is no backing, so it is not a good place for Fengshui. The most important thing is that if you build a bridge here, a fire will be formed between the bridge, the river bank, and the water." Sha, water and fire have been incompatible since ancient times, and your bridge can't suppress the fire-shaped evil, so it will naturally collapse several times after being built. Moreover, the fire-shaped evil dominates the Li Gua in the eight trigrams, and the Li Gua becomes fire, causing bloody disasters. If you continue to cultivate Go on, it's not as simple as one or two people dying!"

After hearing this, Zhang Guodong frowned even deeper. Human life is at stake, and this is not a small matter.

But where to build the bridge is the official decision, how can he have the power to decide?What's more, the bridge is half repaired now, and the cost of rebuilding is too high.

Is there no other way?

Fortunately, Master Huang immediately said: It is not that there is no solution.

It's not difficult to resolve the Huo Xingsha, the easiest way is to suppress it with a basalt stone statue, a bridge can't hold down your Huo Xingsha, can't the water-lord basalt be suppressed?

Master Huang immediately instructed Zhang Guodong to bury a basalt stone statue under the third pier, so that the construction of the bridge could proceed smoothly.Zhang Guodong was overjoyed when he got the solution, he was grateful and grateful to Master Huang, and wished he could kneel down and kowtow to him.

Just as Zhang Guodong was thanking Master Huang, a voice suddenly came out from among the workers:

"The problem is not Huo Xingsha, but this bridge pier..."

The sound is not loud, but in such an atmosphere, it is particularly harsh.

Master Huang immediately glanced in the direction of the sound, and saw a plainly dressed young man standing there with a messenger bag on his body and a strange wooden bird on his shoulder.

The young man has a clean cropped hair, healthy wheat-colored skin, and bright white teeth. Although he is on a construction site, he is spotless, but his washed-white clothes make him look a bit poor.

Zhang Guodong couldn't help being upset when he heard discordant voices after the troublesome things on the construction site were resolved: "Which foreman are you working for? You don't even have all your hair. What do you know?"

Immediately, a foreman came out and cursed angrily:

"Who made you talk to Mr. Zhang like this? Who do you think you are!"

Master Huang had a profound expression on his face: "It's okay, I, Huang Hai, have been in this industry for so many years, and I have received a lot of doubts. Feng Shui is unpredictable, and young people think that they have already read a few novels on the Internet. I understand it thoroughly, but I don’t know the doorway here, even if I spend my whole life, I may not be able to really understand it.”

The young man said with some displeasure: "If you are wrong, you are wrong. You can't see it because you are shallow. If you don't listen to me, accidents will happen on the construction site sooner or later!"

"Stinky boy, if it wasn't that you were starving to death, it would be your turn to move the bricks? Stop talking nonsense here, and get out of here!"

The foreman at the side was furious, wishing he could kick the young man out.

This little bastard was recruited to the construction site at noon, and he did nothing after eating three lunch boxes. Now he is still talking nonsense in front of Zhang Guodong. The foreman only hates himself for not keeping his eyes open. Mr. Zhang, he, the foreman, may also be implicated.

"It's fine if you don't believe me, don't blame me for not reminding you when something happens!"

The young man was also angry. Seeing that everyone refused to believe him, he turned around and left.

The foreman seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly his expression changed, he ran after him and grabbed the young man's hand: "Don't go!"

The young man turned his head and smiled, "Please now? It's too late!"

The foreman pointed to the lunch box in his arms and said, "I haven't done any work, but you still have to take my three boxes of lunch. Are you reincarnated from starvation?"

The young man blushed, coughed dryly twice, put down his lunch box, and hurried away.

The foreman was still angry, and cursed at the young man's back: "Little beggar, you can eat and talk nonsense, don't ask me to run into you again next time!"

On the construction site, the rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay. Although Master Huang had already guaranteed the ticket, they were a little worried after being made such a fuss by the young man.

Zhang Guodong reassured: "Don't worry, everyone. The Xuanwu stone statue is already on its way here. It will be buried tonight, and construction can begin tomorrow morning. With Master Huang's help, it will be absolutely safe!"

But even so, the haze in the hearts of the workers has not disappeared.

Master Huang smiled slightly, and behaved like a master: "I, Huang Hai, am in Rongcheng, and I can be regarded as a top-ranked Fengshui master, and the head of the Lushan School is my master uncle. Do you believe me or that one?" Hairy boy?"

Master Huang is worthy of being a master, his gentle and confident tone is much more effective than Zhang Guodong's consolation.

Only then did the workers let go of their worries and began to take action one after another.

And outside the construction site, a young man with a messenger bag turned his head while walking: "Grandpa, you asked me to do more good deeds. I want to listen to your words, but good words are hard to persuade the damn ghost. If they don't believe it, I can't help it." Heck!"

At this time, a skinny worker chased after him: "Little brother, don't, don't hurry!"

The young man was taken aback, and couldn't help covering his messenger bag: "I'll just follow the three boxes just now, nothing else!"

"Um... I didn't ask you for a lunch box." The worker said awkwardly.

"Could it be that they came to pay me my salary? No, I haven't started working yet..."

The worker in front of him was in his early thirties, not very old, but his skin was too tanned, making him look too old.

The worker said, "My name is Wu Yuchun, what's your name?"

The young man glanced at the worker's face, he didn't look like a villainous person, so he puffed up his chest and replied, "Yan Shouyi."

"Brother Yan," Wu Yuchun scratched the back of his head, and seemed a little unaccustomed to communicating with people, but he tried his best to speak, "I have no education, but I am very accurate at judging people. I think you look like someone with real skills , so there is something I want to ask you..."

Yan Shouyi chuckled, and asked, "You tell me what it is first, and I'll consider whether to agree or not."

Wu Yuchun took out a crumpled cigarette case, gave Yan Shou a cigarette, and then held a cigarette in his mouth, with a trace of sadness in his cloudy eyes: "The one who died a few days ago on the construction site was my own brother, the accident happened. That day, he was the only one working on the bridge. After the bridge collapsed, he fell into the river. The body has not been recovered yet. The foreman gave me 20 yuan and told me not to retrieve the body, otherwise it would be delayed. The construction progress is slow, I thought that although my brother is gone, at least I can still support my parents with the money, so I agreed in a daze."

"But in the next few days, I always dreamed of my younger brother. I dreamed that he was wet all over and said that he was very cold and wanted to go home, and asked me why I didn't look for him..."

Wu Yuchun, a man in his thirties, couldn't help wiping away his tears at this time: "I don't know how to swim, and I don't know how to find corpses. They say that there are many undercurrents under the river, and the corpses may have been washed downstream. There is no way to find them." No, but I can't help but feel sad when I think about my brother's death and no bones left."

Yan Shouyi took a puff of cigarette and asked, "So, you want me to help you retrieve the corpse?"

Wu Yuchun nodded quickly: "Little brother, if you can bring up my brother's body, I'm willing to give you all the money the foreman gave you."

Yan Shouyi pointed to the direction of the construction site: "Isn't that Master Huang also capable? Why don't you look for him?"

"Master Huang charges too much."

"..." Yan Shouyi sighed, do I look cheap?

He glanced at the direction of the construction site and said lightly, "How much money do you have with you now?"

Wu Yuchun was taken aback, and rummaged through his pockets for a long time, only to find crumpled eighty-odd dollars, all of which were small change, not even a fifty-fifty bill.

"That's all I have now, if it's not enough, I can go to the bank to get it..."

"No need, this is enough," Yan Shouyi said, "I can't charge too much money, or I will be punished by God."

Immediately afterwards, Yan Shouyi warned: "The sun is too strong during the day, and it is too difficult to find your brother's body. Let's come at night. When the time comes, you will prepare the clothes in front of your brother, and then go to the river to break a few sycamore branches. , remember?"

Wu Yuchun nodded quickly.

The construction site was calling for work again, Wu Yuchun hurried back, Yan Shouyi came to the riverside, looking at the river thoughtfully.

Suddenly, he took off the lifelike wooden bird on his shoulder, bowed his head and said something in the wooden bird's ear, then made a magic seal with his hands, and threw the wooden bird out.

Unexpectedly, the wooden bird did not fall into the river, but flew up with flapping wings!

It can be vaguely seen that the word "Luban" is engraved on the back of the wooden bird.

[The author has something to say]

It's still the familiar recipe, the original taste, and the main character's surname is still Yan. Readers, guess who I am?