The speaker has no intention of listening, but the listener has the intention. As soon as Feng Qingchen returned to Feng Mansion, he was trying to figure out how to find the child of the old man's wife, or his descendants.
That child was only five years old at the time, and is now nearly forty years old. If he had a child, he would probably be about the same age as himself.
As long as she finds this child, she can beat the people in the Duke's Mansion into dust without any effort.
In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, people may not follow the rules, but the thousands of years of rule by the previous dynasty, orthodoxy, and direct descent have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
The title of the Duke of Guo was inherited.
This trick must be used well, but it really means killing people without blood, but the prerequisite is to find the descendants of the Duke's mansion.
This matter has been going on for a long time, and it is not difficult to find such a person in the vast sea of people. Besides, the old woman in the Duke's Mansion will definitely not let the child go, and I don't know if the child will survive.
Of course, it doesn't matter if she can't find it. There were so many doubts about the incident at Zhenguo's Mansion. As long as she could find out something, the old woman would be in trouble.
Feng Qingchen was drawing circles in the house, preparing to go to the Jinglei Temple mentioned by Wang Qi to check out the situation. Maybe there would be something to gain.
Feng Qingchen used to be an atheist, but after experiencing death and rebirth, her beliefs also changed. When she came to Jinglei Temple, Feng Qingchen had a pious look on her face and solemnly knelt down in front of the Buddha and worshiped, asking the Buddha to bless her.
A lifetime of good health.
Jinglei Temple is just a small temple, with not much incense and a somewhat decadent atmosphere. After Feng Qingchen generously donated a sum of money for sesame oil, he got the opportunity to rest in a wing in the backyard.
After passing through the atrium, Feng Qingchen, led by the little novice monk, came to the small wooden house located in the back mountain. The wooden house was very simple, but it was very clean. Feng Qingchen took a glance and found nothing unusual. (There must be something abnormal.
Won’t wait until now to find out)
The "female donor" little novice monk put her hands together and looked a little happy.
Although they are monks, they still need to eat whole grains. How could they not be happy when faced with a big-spending fool like Feng Qingchen? If they come a few times a year, they will be able to eat well and sleep well.
Money can make the world go round, and money is a good thing. Seeing the little novice monk like this, Feng Qingchen pretended to be curious and asked: "Little master, the temple can accept pilgrims to stay."
The young novice monk was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing and shook his head: "Female donor, Jinglei Temple does not accept pilgrims to stay for a long time. The wing in the back mountain only allows pilgrims to take a rest."
"Why? Can't I donate incense money to the temple?" Feng Qingchen asked pretending to be anxious.
The little novice still shook his head and scratched his head: "No, I don't know why. This is a rule set by the master. It seems that if something happened in the temple back then, pilgrims would no longer be allowed to stay for a long time. Oh, by the way.
Don’t go look at the bamboo forest behind the benefactor. Master said that bamboo forest is used to ward off evil spirits, and no one who goes in can come out alive."
The young novice's tone was serious, as if to prove that he was not exaggerating.
"Thank you, little master. I understand. I will take a short rest and then go down the mountain. I will not cause any trouble to your temple." Feng Qingchen smiled and hid the glare in his eyes.
She didn't think that she would be able to find someone just once, but after hearing what the young novice said, Feng Qingchen was very happy. There was really something wrong with Jinglei Temple.
The little novice monk nodded, thinking that he was talking too much, and whispered: "Female donor, please don't tell others. I have told you this, and the master will not let you talk about the bamboo forest."
"Okay." Feng Qingchen responded, but as soon as the little novice monk left, she walked towards the bamboo forest with a gun in her back.
Anyone with a brain would understand that there was something weird about that place, so of course she had to check it out now that she was here.
The bamboo leaves rustled under her feet, and Feng Qingchen felt a gloomy air as soon as she stepped into the bamboo forest. The bamboo leaves in the forest were still and the wind could not blow in. This bamboo forest seemed to be another world.
"What kind of place is this? Why is there such a strong Yin Qi? Is it possible that there are many dead people here? That's not right. If there are many dead people, why can't I feel it outside, and there is no corpse smell here."
Feng Qingchen knew that if too many dead people were buried in a certain place, the surrounding magnetic field would be affected by the death energy and become eerie and cold. Just like going to a cemetery, you can clearly feel that that place is several times lower than the outside world.
If you stay in that place for a long time, your body will not be able to bear it.
"But how could there be such Yin Qi behind this temple? There is only this part of the bamboo forest. Is it someone's intention? Is this the legendary formation? Yin Gathering Formation?" Feng Qingchen walked around and found that
There are always these bamboos in front of me, they seem different, but they also seem to be the same.
Feng Qingchen didn't know if it was because the bamboo forest was too big, or if there really was something like a formation here. Feng Qingchen felt his scalp numb, and he swallowed, holding his hands tightly, but feeling withdrawn in his heart.
She was basically certain that there were really masters setting up formations in this bamboo forest.
Damn...it's really hard to mess around in ancient times. She thought the so-called troop formations were just legends, but she didn't expect them to really exist.
When she broke into this bamboo forest, she used a modern thinking mode. She felt that even if there were masters here, with a gun, even if she could not kill the opponent, she could still survive. However, she forgot the wisdom of her ancestors.
A small fire can be compared to it.
If someone really set up an array in this bamboo forest, she would be doomed. She didn't understand the Five Elements and Bagua at all, but it would not help if the group regretted it. The Yin Qi in the bamboo forest was too strong, and it had only been a quarter of an hour.
, Feng Qingchen felt chills all over her body. If she stayed here any longer, she would lose half her life even if she didn't die.
Western medicine doesn't seem to be able to treat Yin Qi entering the body.
"Jiuqing, the woman you have fallen in love with is indeed extraordinary, and she actually found this place." Outside the bamboo forest, Bu Jingyun joked to Lan Jiuqing beside him.
The first moment Feng Qingchen entered the bamboo forest, the two of them discovered that the person who broke into the forest was Feng Qingchen, and they both smiled bitterly at the same time.
It must be said that Feng Qingchen was destined to be lucky. If he met the two of them here, otherwise, Feng Qingchen would only die as soon as he entered the bamboo forest.
In that bamboo forest, Lan Jiuqing's master set up a nine-day Yin Gathering Formation in it to introduce the Yin Qi into the forest. If anyone accidentally enters the forest and stays in the forest for a long time, the Yin Qi will enter their body and their whole body will become cold.
People will be confused, affected by Yin Qi, see the things they fear most, and then torture themselves to death.
"She went to the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion." Lan Jiuqing explained why Feng Qingchen appeared here.
Seeing her walking around in the forest, her lips turning cold and purple, Lan Jiuqing felt no sympathy at all. This woman just needed a lesson and would go wherever there was danger.
"She knows my identity?" Bu Jingyun's face changed and he became murderous.
If this is the case, then Feng Qingchen cannot stay. Bu Jingyun asked Lan Jiuqing with his eyes. He believed that Lan Jiuqing would not ignore his thoughts because of a woman...