Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

Suppressing my turbulent thoughts, I continued reading. There were inscriptions on the tombstone, written in Japanese script, which I couldn't understand.

Behind the tombstone was an offering table with three framed pictures of three Japanese soldiers leaning on samurai swords. In front of each picture was some offerings, some of which were already moldy.

What caught my attention were the three cups of blood wine.

I picked up a glass of blood wine and smelled it. The wine was still very fresh, as if it had just been served.

"Hey lunatic, look, aren't those three guys in the picture the three Japanese devils who attacked us just now?" Fatty Lin said, pointing to the three Japanese devils in the picture frame.

"yes!"

I nodded, handed the blood wine to Fatty Lin, and said, "Smell it!"

"No more than one day!"

"That's what Fatty Lin said after hearing that."

"It seems that this trip to Zhuanghu Village was deliberately planned!" I said.

"Zhao Jing'er!"

Fatty Lin immediately said.

"It's most likely her!" I said.

"By the way, those two infant spirits you were facing up there just now, they seemed to be the work of the Dragon Granny!" Fatty Lin said.

"Luang Phor?"

I was a little surprised.

"That's right!"

Fatty Lin nodded and said, "That crazy old woman used this trick to hurt me last time. If it weren't for the tiger soul inside the evil-repelling bead protecting you, you would have fallen for it too!"

"Zhao Jing'er and Granny Long have gotten together?" I asked.

"Possibly!"

Fatty Lin stared at the three Japanese soldiers in the photo frame with a grim face and cursed, "Damn it, they're all in cahoots!"

After cursing, he said, "Give me the Northern Feng Demon-Slaying Seal, I need to use it!"

"I'll do it!"

As I spoke, I took out the Demon-Slaying Seal, made a hand seal, chanted an incantation, and slapped the little Japanese devil in the picture frame.

As soon as the print was made, the Japanese soldier in the photo frame became blurry, and a faint howl could still be heard.

Not satisfied, I continued until the screams ceased and the photo became completely blurry. Only then did I stop, handing the Demon-Slaying Seal to Fatty Lin, and saying, "You handle the remaining two. Don't break them apart all at once; it'll be more satisfying to do it a few more times!"

"Don't worry, I have plenty of ways to deal with them!"

Fatty Lin narrowed his eyes, first giving each of the remaining two Japanese soldiers a whack, then taking out the photos, tying them with red string, wrapping them in yellow paper, and saying, "If my grandfather hadn't suffered some internal injuries from fighting the Japanese, he wouldn't have died so young. I'm taking these two Japanese soldiers back to the shop and slowly processing them in front of our ancestral master. If it doesn't take three to five years, I'm not a Lin!"

"Damn, you should have said so earlier! I wouldn't have broken it up earlier!"

I'm starting to regret it.

"You reminded me, that's when I thought of it!" Fatty Lin put the yellow paper containing the photos into his pocket and said, "Alright, let's go upstairs, brothers. We'll let Third Master find someone to handle the rest!"

I glanced at the tombstone, spat, and cursed, "You damn Japanese devils, you're fucking cunning!"

The forces behind Deng Wenwen have witnessed our country's rise in recent years, and that's why they've resorted to underhanded tactics like "nailing down the dragon veins" to deal with us.

But the Japanese had already used this tactic more than half a century ago.

It is foreseeable that there must be many such three-section tombs, and the one in Zhuanghu Village is just one of them.

After climbing up, Village Chief Wang and the others immediately came over to inquire about the situation. Fatty Lin briefly explained the matter of the three tombs, and the others cursed loudly upon hearing it.

I walked to the side and called Third Master.

Are you sure?

After I finished speaking, Third Master's voice suddenly turned sinister.

"OK!" I said.

"Xiao Feng, you and Xiao Lin wait there, I'll report it right away!" Third Master said.

"Okay!" I uttered a single word and hung up the phone.

Ten minutes later, Third Master came back and said that someone would come to handle the situation in an hour and asked us to help.

This is different from last time, when we simply gave it up.

The person who came to handle the situation arrived in less than an hour, less than fifty minutes.

The man who arrived was a short old man with sparse hair. He looked no different from any other old man in the alley.

If he hadn't arrived with a squad of soldiers, I would hardly have thought he was the leader.

Upon seeing me and Fatty Lin, the old man stared at us for a long time before saying, "You two are descendants of Old Feng and Old Lin, aren't you?"

"yes!"

Fatty Lin nodded immediately and asked ingratiatingly, "And you are, sir?"

"My surname is Liu, and I'm the second son. When Lao Feng and Lao Lin were around, they liked to call me Liu Er. You two can just call me Second Master!" the old man said with a smile.

"Second Master!"

"Second Master!"

Fatty Lin didn't hesitate at all and immediately called me "Master," while I was a beat slower.

"Alright, now that we've met, let's go check out the situation first. We can talk about it later!" said Master Liu.

"Why!"

We nodded hurriedly and led Old Liu to the east wing.

"Three sections of tomb, nailing the dragon vein, those damned Japanese devils!"

Upon entering the basement and seeing the three sections of the tomb, Master Liu's face darkened, and he began to curse.

"Alright, that's enough, let's go up!"

After finishing his rant, Master Liu turned and walked back.

After we came up, Uncle Liu made a phone call. After he finished, he came over and looked at the two of us, as if he wanted to say something. Finally, he sighed, waved his hand, and said, "Alright, you two can go back now!"

I was a little surprised, but Fatty Lin stepped forward and whispered, "Second Master, what should we do here?"

"You're just like your grandpa, all cunning and shrewd!"

Master Liu nodded at Fatty Lin and said, "It's not that I don't want to talk to you, but you two are now working for Third Master Hua, so there are some things I can't say too much about!"

"But remember one thing: Hua Laosan allows you to perform divination and heal people, but you can't harm them!"

"Furthermore, wherever there are people, there is a world of its own; it's true everywhere, and even we are no exception!"

"Old Feng went back to his hometown because he couldn't stand some things!"

At this point, Old Master Liu sighed and said, "Alright, you two write down my phone number, and the three of us will keep in touch!"

"Why!"

Fatty Lin immediately pulled out his phone to write down a number, asking as he did so, "Second Master, are you the legendary 749 Bureau?"

"no!"

Master Liu chuckled and said, "We're just a small department under the Religious Affairs Bureau. Don't pry too much, it won't do you any good!"

"Okay!"

Fatty Lin agreed with a grin.

"Also, if you encounter something like this in the future, don't try to handle it head-on. If you find something is wrong, call Hua Laosan or me!" Liu Erye added.

"Fine, let Hua Laosan beat you up, you're his men!"

After saying that, Master Liu sighed again.