Chapter 30: Excellent Yang House

Xu Qing and Zhao Zhonghe were already at odds with each other. The two just met, and it was like sparks falling into a pile of cotton, ready to ignite at any moment.

Over there, Third Master Huang was watching the fun and didn't think it was a big deal. He reached out to stop the agency worker who was about to mediate, thinking only of letting the two fight quickly. If they got hurt, there was an infirmary opened by their agency just a few steps to the east.

For such a good thing as watching the fun for free and bringing profit to the agency, he wished it could happen several times a day.

Inside the agency, Fourth Master Li, who heard the movement, poked his head out to take a look. Seeing the two arguing and about to fight, he hurriedly came out to mediate.

"Constable Zhao, Brother Xu, everyone is out to make a living. What can't be talked about openly? Don't hurt the harmony."

"Brother Xu, why don't you apologize to Constable Zhao!" Fourth Master Li gave a wink, meaning for him to apologize and let the matter pass.

Xu Qing couldn't stand Fourth Master Li's persuasion, so he simply cupped his hands and said with a heavy nasal tone: "It's my fault. Although Constable Zhao has tarnished a good person, I shouldn't have said those nonsense words. How about this, in the future, when Constable Zhao comes to my shop, I'll give him a twenty percent discount..."

Hearing this, Fourth Master Li was full of relief at first, but when he heard the last sentence, he almost choked to death.

Why didn't this Manager Xu have a gatekeeper for his mouth? Who would want the discount of your shop?

Constable Zhao's face began to turn red visibly.

"Good boy! Don't fall into my hands in the future. When you commit a crime one day and arrive at the patrol government office, I'll give you a fifty percent discount!"

After saying that, Zhao Zhonghe turned his head and glared at Third Master Huang, who was watching the fun, and bared his teeth: "Third Huang, your business isn't over yet! I'm not in a very good mood today, so you'd better not play games with me later!"

Third Master Huang's face froze, thinking to himself, you argue your argument, what does it have to do with me?

Not to mention what business Zhao Zhonghe had with Third Master Huang.

On this side, after Xu Qing stated his intention to Fourth Master Li, he followed an agency manager to choose a house to handle corpses.

"I don't know what style of house Manager Xu wants to buy?" On the way, the agency manager asked.

"Preferably shaded and secluded. I like quiet. Also, the yard shouldn't be too small, and the soil quality in the yard shouldn't be too hard."

Hearing this, the manager who was used to house trading was clearly stunned.

Everyone else looked for houses with harder ground, so why did you, on the contrary, pick soft ones?

Xu Qing's explanation for this was that he had no other hobbies, he just liked to take care of the vegetable garden and plant some flowers and plants. If the ground in the yard was too solid, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to move the hoe.

When the agency manager heard this, it seemed to make sense.

Just like that, the two wandered around, and after half a day, they had seen many houses, but none that Xu Qing liked.

In his eyes, those houses either had too much yang energy, or were too close to the bustling market. Finally, when there was a suitable one, the bottom of the yard wasn't rammed earth, but a natural hard stone bottom.

Knocking with a hoe, sparks would fly.

How much effort would it take to bury a corpse here!

Picking to the end, Xu Qing saw that he couldn't find a suitable one, thinking it would be better to buy the house with the hard stone bottom and make do with it.

At worst, he would spend more effort, knock the stones into pieces, take them out, and transport some soil to pad it.

Thinking this way, he was about to speak, but suddenly found that the agency manager had brought him to a very familiar house.

Wasn't this the place where that traitor Liao An hid his silver? At that time, through Liao An's revolving lantern, he had dug out three hundred taels of silver under the rice jar.

Why did the agency manager bring him here?

Xu Qing thought about it a little and understood the joints.

Liao An was originally from the agency, so this empty house must belong to the agency.

Following the manager into the house, Xu Qing looked around, unfolded the Qi-Gazing Art, and the five-colored mist floated. The feng shui of the entire house was presented in front of him without reservation.

Black, white, gray, and even bloody... there was no prosperous energy that a yang house should have.

Seeing this, Xu Qing clicked his tongue in wonder.

Don't say, when he came to take the three hundred taels of silver, he really didn't notice that the feng shui of this house was so good.

It looked like a good place where many people had died before!

Look at the gray mist overflowing from the well, I'm afraid there are still bones left inside.

Look at the main beam of the hall, a circle of rope marks invisible to the naked eye was smoking black. I guess someone had tied a scarf on it before.

Xu Qing said curiously: "Whose house was this before? Why do I think this feng shui is a bit powerful? I'm afraid quite a few people have died here, right?"

Hearing this, the agency manager coughed twice and said awkwardly: "Manager Xu can also see feng shui?"

Xu Qing glanced at him and said lightly: "I do business with the dead. Besides presiding over funerals and burials, the most common thing I do is to look at feng shui for people. These are my skills to make a living. Do you think I can see it?"

Hearing this, how could the manager not know that this master in front of him really had some skills!

"Manager Xu, don't blame me. To tell you the truth, this house was indeed half a haunted house. I didn't intend to come here, but all the houses that could be seen before were seen, and there was really nowhere to go..."

"This matter is my fault. I'll take Manager Xu back now!"

The agency manager looked at people and served dishes. Seeing that he met an expert who understood feng shui, he hurriedly began to apologize.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have left cursing long ago.

But Xu Qing wasn't an ordinary person, he wasn't even a living person!

"Wait, why are you in such a hurry to go back? I've never believed in evil. Tell me first, what happened to this house, and how did it become a haunted house?"

The manager watched Xu Qing look up at the beam, and even reached out to measure his own neck, looking like he wanted to hang himself, which made his heart hair-raising.

"Master Xu, don't joke, this house does have a story..."

When the manager told the dusty old story of this house, he deliberately took two steps back. Only after standing at the door, where the sun could shine, did he feel comfortable.

The story of this house wasn't long, or rather, the story of each owner wasn't long.

Specifically, it started ten years ago. At that time, it was still a dilapidated old courtyard. Third Master Huang of the agency saw that it wasn't too remote, so he bought it at a low price and invited craftsmen to rebuild it.

Third Master Huang's nickname was Huang Skin-Peeler, and at that time he was a well-known agency broker in this area.

After the house was built, the leading mason went to him to settle the wages.

How could Third Master Huang honestly acknowledge the account? After a round of nitpicking, he said the work wasn't good and there were flaws everywhere.

As a result, he cut the wages that should have been settled in half!

It was from that time that the house began to become strange.

The guests who rented or bought the house, one after another, either hanged themselves or fell into the well, or fell ill, wasting half their lives.

Slowly, some people said that the original mason used methods from the Yin Sect and set up a trap in the completed house, so the feng shui here became bad.

When Third Master Huang heard this, his anger surged, and he immediately asked people to find the mason, but after searching all over Linhe, he didn't find the person.

Now he had to believe in evil. So he invited monks and Daoist priests who understood feng shui, as well as various shamanic figures who danced and sprinkled talisman water to see the house.

After a round of diagnosis, although the house's problems didn't improve, the Daoist priests and monks who came to break the disaster and eliminate the evil fell ill, and he had to pay for them to find a physician.

You say, why is he so unlucky!

Finally, someone came up with an idea: since the house is bad, why not tear it down and rebuild it? Are you afraid you can't break his method?

When Third Master Huang heard this, if he tore it down and rebuilt it, wouldn't he be paying for the house twice?

He wouldn't do this loss-making business.

Just like that, this house became a sticky piece of goods that agency brokers often used to deceive others.

Why is it called sticky? Because you sell it, and before long, the buyer sells it back at a low price. Some buyers don't even have the chance to sell it, and the house returns to the agency through various channels.

Xu Qing listened to the manager and thought that this Third Master Huang was really wicked. No wonder when he offered sacrifices to Yang Chunfu, he set up a stall to collect funeral gifts for Fourth Master Li.

It turns out he was a person who wouldn't get up early without profit and was greedy and stingy.

The agency manager saw Xu Qing didn't speak, so he tentatively said: "Manager Xu, this feng shui is hard to change. If it really doesn't work, let's go back first, and wait for another day..."

He hadn't finished speaking when he heard Xu Qing say:

"I like this house, this is the one!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 31 =====