Chapter 142: Ghost Town Zuanju

After everything was negotiated, Pang Xuesong returned to his work, letting several subordinates accompany Daoist Duan to climb high and measure Feng Shui.

The area of the Jade Urn Nature Reserve is much larger than the entire Gubei Town. Measuring Feng Shui for such a place is naturally not something that can be completed in a short time. In the next few days, Duan Geng led people to investigate up and down along the boundary of the basin, constantly looking for suitable points to release drones, and shooting fields of view from different angles from high altitude.

Because the area of the Jade Urn basin is really not small, sometimes it even exceeds the signal return range of the drone, so it is necessary to transfer a helicopter from the city to send Duan Geng himself to high altitude.

How can the secrets of heaven be easily leaked, and the Dao solution cannot be leaked recklessly. If you haven't experienced such hardships, how can you see the mysteries of the mountains and rivers and find auspicious holes with gathered spiritual energy and solid foundation? How can Zhang Zong's money be spent with peace of mind?

Time soon came to July 10, and traffic control began to be implemented near various high schools in Taoyuan City. The 2018 college entrance exam in Qinzhou Prefecture officially began.

Today, the iron wings rode the wind again, and Duan Geng took an iron dragonfly to the sky above Jade Urn again, overlooking the lush hills in southern Qinzhou.

"Daoist! Have you seen it yet!" The field worker wearing brown-black work clothes supported the machine frame with both hands and roared loudly: "The rain clouds in the south are going to drift over! How long will you be here?"

"If it takes too long, let's go back first today! Come back another day to fly!"

"Don't be impatient! The poor Daoist will be fine soon!"

The Daoist robe on Duan Geng, which was tied with thin ropes at the cuffs, was rustling by the propeller. The Daoist held the handle by the door with one hand, leaned half of his shoulder out of the machine, and looked at the emerald green ocean below, which was surging with waves, one after another. The continuous mountain ridges in the distance were winding like snake backs, bending the snow-white water flowing down from the Hanging Lake Waterfall.

"It doesn't make sense..." Looking at the emerald Jade Urn in the mountains, Duan Geng couldn't help but frown, hissed a cold breath, and muttered to himself: "It shouldn't be, how can it be like this?"

"Daoist! We should go!" The field worker behind him shook Duan Geng's shoulder. The rain clouds in the distance were dark and thick, and it could no longer be delayed.

Duan Geng exhaled a long breath, turned around and roared: "Let's go!"

"Gone!"

Taking advantage of the fact that the first wisp of rain had not yet fallen on the streets of Gubei Town, the iron dragonfly landed on the temporary apron newly built outside the town. Duan Geng and the two field workers got off the plane and hurried back to the town in raincoats.

The color of the sky became gloomy, and a heavy rain was about to pour down. Duan Geng hurried through the streets of Gubei Town, preparing to return to the hotel where he was temporarily staying to stay up all night to analyze all the videos shot in the past few days.

At this time, several police officers standing at the door of a residential building, talking to residents while recording something with a small notebook, attracted Duan Geng's attention.

"Police again?" Duan Geng was a bit suspicious

Over the past few days of surveying the Feng Shui of the Jade Urn Basin, Duan Geng could see two or three police officers walking the streets of Gubei Town almost every day, investigating something.

"They are investigating a suspicious murder case."

The field staff assigned by Manager Pang Xuesong to assist Daoist Priest Duan were all recruited locally from Gubei Town and were very familiar with what was happening in the town. They immediately replied: "I heard it from my mother too. Two days ago, something happened at a Ning family's house in town. Someone poisoned the wine the elderly couple drank, and they nearly lost their lives..."

The field assistant recounted the events that had been causing a stir in town over the past few days to Duan Geng with the enthusiasm of an old woman gossiping: A descendant of the He family's 'Yuan' generation, He Yuanping, had suffered business losses and had to sell off his family property to turn things around. Just after selling his ancestral home, he ran into the demolition project and grew jealous of the Ning family's sudden windfall, so in a moment of impulse, he poisoned them.

The people were supposed to be dead, but then they turned into corpses that came back to life in the morgue...

"And the even stranger thing is, on the very day the old Ning couple came back to life in the morgue—yes, that very day! He Yuanping died in the police station's detention cell." The field assistant was beaming as he told the story, full of emotion, showing a real talent for being a content creator: "And it wasn't just He Yuanping himself; his father, mother, and wife all died mysteriously on the same day! Even the forensic examiner couldn't determine the cause of death. Don't you think that's eerie..."

"No wonder I've seen police officers patrolling the streets every day." Duan Geng touched the prayer beads on his chest and nodded slightly: "So that's what happened. No wonder, no wonder." "Good deeds have good rewards, and evil deeds have evil consequences. He Yuanping was blinded by jealousy and didn't hesitate to resort to such vicious means to ruin others, but in the end, his own family was wiped out, leaving only a few children all alone." The field assistant shook his head: "He brought it upon himself..."

A raindrop the size of a soybean hit the ground with a patter. It was raining.

The group hurried into the arcade under the street-side buildings to take shelter from the rain. Seeing the Daoist priest twirling his prayer beads with a thoughtful expression, the field assistant couldn't help but lean in and ask: "Daoist Priest, you've been looking at the Feng Shui of this Jade Urn for so many days now, have you figured anything out? Could you tell me about it?"

Duan Geng chuckled: "Certainly."

The assistant immediately indicated he was all ears.

"The layout of the Jade Urn is naturally excellent. Surrounded by mountains on all four sides like an urn, it also has the living water from the source of the Tao River. The vegetation inside the urn is lush, and the Qi flows smoothly... If I had the cultivation of my Master, I would love to use this urn as a place of practice, perhaps even carving a cave dwelling within the mountain streams for quiet cultivation." As he spoke, Duan Geng shook his head: "Unfortunately, it is a nature reserve."

The field assistant was listening intently, but the Daoist priest changed the subject and sighed:

"It is just a pity that such a blessed treasure land is now soaking in eerie ghost Qi."

"Ghost, ghost Qi?" The assistant was stunned for a moment.

"The Ghost Gate opens to the south, and Yin Qi comes from the north." Duan Geng twirled the sandalwood prayer beads with his left hand and pressed a silver cross against his chest with his right, saying 'God bless' before continuing: "You saw it yourself just now on the Iron Dragonfly.

Although this Jade Urn is a natural treasure urn and blessed land, the rim of this basin is uneven. This urn is surrounded by mountains on all four sides, with the mountains in the east, south, and west all towering and steep, but the mountain range in the north is flat, far from being true towering mountains; it can only be considered mere hills. This is a gap in the Jade Treasure Urn.

The eerie ghost Qi flows from north to south, entering the urn through this gap. It truly has accumulated a basin of soul-stealing poisonous soup for this blessed land."

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After Duan Geng finished his mystical nonsense, he shook his head and sighed: "This place looks bright and beautiful on the surface, but inside it is filled with ghost Qi. If one were to build bridges and roads in this ominous urn to turn it into a tourist attraction, I fear the visitors who come here would face more misfortune than good..."

The field assistant became anxious: "Daoist Priest, this, what can be done? A perfectly good Jade Urn, how did it get filled with ghost Qi? Where does this northern ghost Qi come from? North... wait?"

North?

Seeing that he had finally reacted, Duan Geng revealed a smile that said 'he is teachable.'

The field assistant hurriedly opened the map software on his phone, located Gubei Town, and scrolled north until he finally found a long-forgotten place name.

"Zanju." The assistant looked up and showed the city name in the center of his phone screen to Duan Geng: "Look, Daoist Priest, this town is named Zanju. It is located north of the Hanging Lake Waterfall, and its position is exactly due north of the Jade Urn Basin. And..."

"And this town was abandoned long ago due to a lack of population. The residents moved away one after another, leaving a row of empty buildings standing in the wilderness, long since deserted."

Duan Geng said while twirling his prayer beads: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, every year, outdoor streamers come to this empty town to live-stream their explorations for traffic. In the online streaming circle, the streamers' fans call this town—【Ghost City Zanju】."

The field assistant was a bit puzzled: "Daoist Priest, didn't you study at Lushan? Lushan is in the north of Qinzhou, how are you so clear about the situation in Qinnan?"

"Because a female streamer I followed died in Zanju." Duan Geng said solemnly: "That was a 38D female Bodhisattva..."

What a pity.

(End of Chapter)