Chapter 82

Why do these three words appear in my mind?

Because these two buildings gave me a strange feeling; although their overall area is the same, their layouts have been heavily altered.

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First look at the building on the left: a semicircular green railing encloses it, the front half of the house is near the road, while the back half extends upward; from the outside it looks like a frog crouching on a slope.

In the villa's garden there is a circular pond, and between the pond and the green railing wall, leaning against the wall, there are rows of sharp bamboo poles, directly facing the house next door, next door.

Now look at the building on the right; although its area is the same as the left one's, a small earth mound has been piled up at the right side of the entrance. Unlike the left green villa, this right building has white iron railings, tightly packed around the floors, leaving no gap.

To an outsider, this arrangement might seem merely strange, but to an insider, with careful analysis, some clues can be seen.

Looking at the overall terrain, the left building is a natural water-pattern auspicious site; he built the house in the shape of a frog because the site's natural formation leans toward a frog shape. The Landscape school emphasizes natural formation and matching the house layout to the terrain, so he simply made the house frog-shaped and built a pond inside, letting the frog borrow the water's momentum, which then spirals out of control.

And those rows of sharp bamboo poles are not to match the house's layout, but to break the feng shui of the house opposite.

Speaking of this, many may wonder: the left house already occupies excellent terrain, why would they still set up this row of bamboo poles to break the feng shui of the opposite house?

This brings us to the opposite villa's earth mound. According to the layout, the mound is built at the villa's Gen position, which belongs to earth, and the mound itself is earth; this is a later-stage suppressor based on the theory of the five elements' mutual generation and overcoming. Its purpose is to break the feng shui of the green building, using earth to overcome water, burying the spiritual energy of the watery ground.

To counter the influence of that earth mound, the green building erected rows of sharp bamboo poles, employing the five-element principle of wood overcoming earth.

However, the matter did not end there; look at the right building's iron railings: they are seven feet high, white belongs to metal, seven is a metal number, and they were built using the principle of metal overcoming wood, aiming to overcome the bamboo poles.

Although these later-stage terrain modifications seem simple, the locations where they were built happen to be each other's throat, which is hardly merciful. This method of altering later-stage terrain comes from the Landscape school of the two major feng shui sects; their principle is not hard to understand—it all relies on the five elements' mutual generation and overcoming, and the transformation of yin and yang.

"These are Zheng Ge's two buildings; originally two feng shui masters were hired to lay them out, and the winner could go see Zheng Ge." Fan Wuchang lit a cigarette and explained to us: "Now Lao Zhang has introduced the two of you to us; if you want to see Zheng Ge, you must defeat those two."

Fan Wuchang's tone remained as calm as ever, but to me and Pangzi it sounded like a thunderclap from a clear sky—what a joke, two buildings, simultaneously beating two feng shui masters. Never mind the difficulty; even if we wanted to compete, we have no place to do so, the buildings have been completely taken over!

"Isn't this making things difficult for people? Even a feng shui duel needs a terrain stronghold; now there are none, what are we supposed to fight with?" If eyes could spit fire, my angry self could already have burned Fan Wuchang alive.

Yet this guy paid no heed to my anger, speaking very blandly: "You can freely choose one of them, first duel with one feng shui master, after finishing that, duel with the second; anyway, there's no rush."

"Pangzi, can you do it?" Although Pangzi's feng shui has received the true transmission from QingSongShu, I still can't help but feel a bit worried. The danger of feng shui contests is no less than that of magical duels; in fact, it's even greater.

At this moment, Yuan Qiu also tried to persuade Pangzi from the side: "Pang Ge, if you can't do it, just forget it; let's go back." Although Yuan Qiu was unwilling, he also didn't want Pangzi to take the risk.

Pangzi lowered his head at this time, not speaking for a long while; after a moment, he raised his head, his eyes calmly fixed on Fan Wuchang and said: "Could you give me a shovel?"

"Oh, if I give you a shovel, will you be able to win?" Fan Wuchang was somewhat surprised and also teasing. He made a phone call, ordering his subordinate to bring over a shovel.

When Pangzi took the shovel, he said to Fan Wuchang: "Can you promise me one thing? Within ten minutes, no matter what I do, you must stay here and not move; if you move, you are a dog."

Pangzi's expression was very solemn; his chubby face had lost its usual lecherous look.

Fan Wuchang nodded and calmly replied: "Okay."

"You also must promise me!" After asking Fan Wuchang, Pangzi turned his face to us; although I and Yuan Qiu didn't know what trick Pangzi was playing, since he proposed it, we naturally would not refuse.

After obtaining our promise, Pangzi suddenly turned around, grabbed the shovel and ran toward the two buildings.

My heart instantly surged with a bad premonition, but by the time I noticed the clue, it was already too late. Pangzi's shovel had already been dug into the earth mound on the right-hand building.

Fan Wuchang's eyes were full of doubt, as was Yuan Qiu's; perhaps they thought Pangzi was using violent means to destroy the feng shui arrangement on the right, so that the left side would win.

But I know Pangzi intends absolutely not that; I know him too well—he is preparing to shovel away the feng shui setups at both locations.

"Holy shit… Pang Ge, what are you doing?" Yuan Qiu widened his eyes and blurted out involuntarily.

My heart was also pounding thump-thump nonstop, because Pangzi had already finished digging the earth mound and was now violently attacking the bamboo poles and the white iron railings.

Fan Wuchang stared in astonishment, his mouth wide open, even the ash of his cigarette fell to the ground.

In just ten minutes, Pangzi dug up the bamboo poles, the earth mound, and the seven-story-high white iron railings completely; his swift, decisive speed left everyone unprepared.

It's over…… My vision went black, I almost fainted. In my heart I even cursed Pangzi a thousand times; they had peacefully placed two villas with feng shui setups—if you don't join, you don't join—but you actually went all out and dug them all up? This is clearly asking to offend them.

I cannot imagine Fan Wuchang's fury afterward, nor can I imagine what consequences await us when his backer, Chen Zheng, learns of this.

I and Yuan Qiu were worried, extremely worried, but Pangzi remained oblivious to life or death; after finishing, he clapped his hands, looking very pleased.

He swaggered up to Fan Wuchang and frankly said: "I'm not taking part in this feng shui contest." Then he turned and pointed at the two buildings, saying: "Although I don't know why your boss used these two buildings to set up feng shui, I know that life, luck, and feng shui come in that order. To duel in feng shui, besides having a house you also need a life master. I don't know when this back-and-forth will yield a result, but I'm certain that before any outcome appears, the life master will definitely be killed by you two."

After hearing Pangzi's words, I couldn't help but let out a bewildered laugh; a wry smile crossed my heart, and I also involuntarily felt a pang of admiration for Pangzi.

Yes, what Pangzi said is correct; Chen Zheng doing this is indeed hurting heaven and reason. Any feng shui requires a prerequisite: it must be set up according to the life master's eight characters. No life, no setup; no setup, no feng shui. To determine the final outcome of the contest, the best manifestation is in the life master himself. Besides the feng shui masters, these two houses certainly also have two unrelated people.

Don't think these terrain arrangements are simple; each one can influence a person's luck like sand and water—for example, that earth mound buries the owner's fortune, and the bamboo poles, being wood, thrust into the earth, equivalent to stabbing the opposite life master's heart. If such sleepless entanglement continues, before a result emerges, two lives could vanish from this world.

Pangzi precisely saw this point; unwilling to let two unrelated people be killed to death, he therefore stepped forward and used a shovel to completely dig up the established feng shui arrangement.

"Tell those two feng shui masters for me: 'Feng shui should be discharged, not fought; disregarding harmony invites heavenly punishment.'" Pangzi took a cigarette from Fan Wuchang's cigarette case, lit it, and began to smoke, staring straight at Fan Wuchang without fear.

I quietly stood behind Pangzi, quietly took out the command flag, and cautiously guarded against Fan Wuchang.

No one knows whether he will suddenly launch an attack; his blade is that fast, so it's best to be careful.

As this tense atmosphere stretched for several minutes, Fan Wuchang gave a light smile that startled me greatly; I thought he was about to strike, but who knew he would suddenly smile and say to Pangzi: "I will tell Zheng Ge everything exactly as it happened."

Pangzi held the cigarette in his mouth, gave a hehe laugh, then immediately put on a serious face and patted Fan Wuchang's shoulder: "Brother, speaking frankly, you'd better give me that knife; its killing energy is too heavy, it really harms a person's essence and spirit. Moreover… your killing energy is also heavy; you should recite more scriptures, don't…"

"Pangzi, your dad is calling you home for dinner……" Seeing Pangzi speak more and more outrageously, Fan Wuchang's face grew darker and darker, on the verge of exploding; I hurriedly, together with Yuan Qiu, each took one side of him and struggled to drag him outside..