Chapter 93

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Chapter 91: Construction Accident Breaks Centipede's Fang, Ancestral Tomb Desecrated, the Zeng Family Suffers!

The next morning, Michelle set off in a car with Wang Zhong to the valley where they had previously found signs of human activity.

Since they now had an accurate location, it didn't take them much effort to find the centipede's cave entrance!

"Mr. Michelle, look, doesn't this mountain range resemble a large centipede with its fangs bared!"

Wang Zhong, holding a compass, pointed out to Michelle.

Michelle looked at the mountain range Wang Zhong was pointing to and had to admit, it was indeed very lifelike. The entire mountain range looked like a giant centipede, with the cracks and loose rocks on both sides resembling the centipede's fine legs.

And the mountain stone in front of them, shaped like a crescent, was the centipede's front fang!

"Yes, it's incredibly lifelike!"

Michelle said with admiration.

"Amazing!"

"This is all the work of nature!"

"Boss, did you encounter the bears here?"

William, who had no interest in the mountains, was entirely focused on the mother and cub bears.

"Yes!"

Thinking of the mother and cub bears, Wang Zhong's mood brightened considerably.

"Awesome!"

William, holding a camera, kept taking photos, occasionally exclaiming in admiration.

Wang Zhong ignored him and instead gave Michelle a detailed explanation of the centipede's cave entrance, instructing Reagan to gently dig out a corner of the cave entrance, revealing the fine, oily, and bright red soil inside.

The "Earth Eye" records: It is said that finding the dragon is easy, but pinpointing the exact spot is difficult. However, I say that finding the dragon is not easy, but pinpointing the spot is not difficult. Why is this so? Because the spot is determined by the dragon. If one can recognize the dragon, the true dragon will have a true spot. I have observed that in every place where there is a dragon, there is a true spot. The soil of the spot is better than the soil of the dragon, being fine, tender, and oily, with a variety of colors and different textures. The answer is: The teacher can see the color of the soil inside the spot, which makes it easy to understand. We cannot see the soil inside the spot, let alone its appearance. How can we talk about the spot? If so, I will teach you. The four directions, the four positions, the division of yin and yang, the intersection of the main body, the reception of qi, the connection of the pulse, the situation of the spot, and the image of the spot are all correct. You say the spot is difficult to pinpoint because you do not recognize the dragon. High mountains have shapes and images to rely on. Now, the characters fall into the pulse, the eight characters are separated, yin comes to yang, yang comes to yin, crab eyes, shrimp whiskers, goldfish, cicada wings, life and death, nests, clamps, nipples, and protrusions are the evidence of the mountain dragon's spot. The soil inside resembles flames.

To make it more intuitive, Wang Zhong ordered several holes to be dug randomly in the surrounding area, but the soil in any of the holes was vastly different from that in the cave entrance.

"Amazing, amazing feng shui!"

At Wang Zhong's suggestion, Michelle personally tasted a bit of the cave soil with her mouth. It did not have the expected earthy smell but instead had a sweet and soft texture.

"Is this even soil?"

The peculiar nature of the cave soil also dispelled Michelle's last bit of doubt. He respectfully brought out a jar from the car, which contained the remains of the Reagan family's ancestors.

"Then we can start. I need your bodyguards to carefully dig out the soil layer above the cave entrance. Be very gentle and careful, and do not damage the centipede's fangs!"

Wang Zhong said, looking at Michelle, who nodded gently.

"No problem, I'll tell them!"

Michelle nodded and turned to give instructions to his bodyguards in English.

There were spare military shovels in the car's trunk. Under Reagan's lead, several burly bodyguards took on the role of excavators!

"Be very careful and gentle, and don't damage the cave entrance. The centipede's fangs are very fragile!"

Wang Zhong stood by the pit, constantly reminding them.

But even so, problems still arose!

Michelle's bodyguards, being new to excavation, were quite clumsy. One bodyguard, while throwing soil, accidentally hit the mountain rock with the military shovel. This rock was the protruding fang of the centipede.

The rock, which should have been very solid, strangely broke in the middle.

SHIT!

Wang Zhong's face turned very grim, and Michelle burst into anger.

"Michelle, don't blame him. He didn't do it on purpose. Fortunately, it can still be remedied!"

Wang Zhong, seeing the broken fang, stopped the enraged Michelle.

"We need to remedy it immediately, or the descendants of the Zeng family will surely be affected!"

At the same time the centipede's fang broke.

About ten miles away from the valley, there was a Chinese-style villa. In the center of the villa was a small ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall housed many ancestral tablets, with the most prominent and largest wooden tablet inscribed in regular script: "The spirit position of our ancestor, Mr. Zeng Shichang!"

Below the tablet was a purple copper sandblasted incense burner, from which purple sandalwood emitted a rich aroma.

Below the incense burner were seasonal fruits, flowers, and offerings, totaling no less than five or six plates!

An elderly man, over ninety years old, was leisurely drinking tea. Several young men and children were gathered around him, listening to the old story he had told many times.

"Grandpa, my great-great-grandfather came to Australia all by himself. He was so brave, a hero!"

One of the clearly mixed-race children said admiringly.

"Of course, Grandfather was very respected among the Chinese workers in Australia and even appeared in the local newspapers!"

The old man, thinking of his grandfather, smiled like a child.

"We are all very grateful to our great-great-grandfather. It is because he came to Australia and settled here that we have our lives today!"

The old man smiled at the children, telling them about his great-great-grandfather.

Suddenly, the old man's face changed drastically, and he fainted without any apparent reason.

At the same time, the ancestral tablets and flags on the altar fell over strangely!

"This!"

The young men and children were all stunned!

"Quick, call Uncle, Grandpa fainted!"

"Quick, call Uncle Three, he's a doctor!"

"Grandpa, Grandpa, wake up!"

...

With the old man's fainting, chaos ensued in the villa.

In no time, all of the old man's sons were called over.

"Brother Three, how serious is it? If it's bad, we should take him to the hospital!"

The eldest, Zeng Xiangdong, looked at the unconscious old man and asked anxiously.

"The old man is very old, so we should avoid moving him. Besides, I've already taken his pulse, and there's nothing wrong!"

Zeng Xiangnan, with his hand on the old man's wrist, moved his three fingers gently, feeling the pulse. His brows slowly furrowed.

After a long while, Zeng Xiangnan stood up, tucked the old man's blanket, and said softly.

"His blood, qi, and pulse are all normal!"

"There's nothing wrong, so why did he faint? Is your medical skill up to par, Brother Three?"

The second son, Zeng Xiangxi, looked anxious and spoke harshly.

"Brother Two, what are you saying? Brother Three's medical skills are top-notch in Sydney! The old man's sudden fainting seems suspicious to me. He's always been in good health, so why would he suddenly fall ill?"

The eldest, Zeng Xiangdong, seeing the look on Zeng Xiangnan's face, quickly scolded him.

"According to the children, the old man fainted suddenly, and the ancestral tablets all fell over!"

The youngest, Zeng Xiangbei, who was the most clear-headed, quickly thought of something unusual.

"Ancestral tablets, the old man fainting! This is bad, there must be a problem with the ancestral tomb!"

The eldest, Zeng Xiangdong, thinking of the ancestral tomb, his face changed instantly.

"Damn it, I'll call the people. No matter who it is, I'll make them pay!"

The second son, Zeng Xiangxi, looking angry, picked up the phone and started shouting, presumably calling the clan members outside.

...

Wang Zhong, using a flat rock, drew several Five Mountains House Protection Talismans on yellow paper with a wolf-hair brush!

This was the secret method to remedy the feng shui disaster!

Before Wang Zhong could handle it, Michelle had new trouble.

Several pickup trucks stopped in the valley, and no fewer than twenty young men got out.

"Brother, the centipede's fang has been severed!"

The youngest, Zeng Xiangbei, looking at the broken rock, said with some pain.

"No wonder the old man fainted, and the ancestral tablets fell over!"

"Boss, step back!"

Michelle's bodyguards drew their weapons, looking alert at the newcomers.

Thomas, in particular, was on high alert, protecting Michelle behind him.

"You've destroyed the feng shui of our ancestral tomb, and now you want to kill us!"

Zeng Xiangxi, seeing the guns in Michelle's bodyguards' hands, said angrily.

"Uncle Two, step back, I don't believe they'll shoot!"

The young men behind Zeng Xiangxi, seeing the bodyguards draw their guns, stepped forward with their chests out, looking angry.

"Shoot if you dare, if you're afraid of death, you're not a descendant of the Zeng family!"

Michelle's bodyguards, seeing that the others were not armed, thought it was a misunderstanding. However, the Zeng family's descendants were very aggressive, causing them a headache.

"Everyone, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, this is a misunderstanding! This is a misunderstanding!"

Wang Zhong hurriedly stepped between the two groups, trying to mediate.

"Michelle, tell your bodyguards not to shoot, they are the descendants of the Zeng family!"

Wang Zhong pointed to the Zeng family's ancestral tomb, explaining to Michelle.

Hearing that they were the Zeng family's descendants and not kidnappers or terrorists, Michelle's heart, which had been on edge, finally relaxed.

"You bastards, you've destroyed the feng shui of our ancestral tomb, and because of this, our old man has fainted!"

Zeng Xiangdong, the eldest, naturally took charge of the situation. However, his attitude was not very friendly.

"I'm sorry, everyone. It was an accident during our construction. But please believe me, I will definitely restore the feng shui of your ancestral tomb!"

Wang Zhong looked at Zeng Xiangdong and said sincerely.

"Chinese? You understand feng shui?"

Zeng Xiangdong looked at Wang Zhong with some surprise.

"Yes, I am a professional feng shui master, and Mr. Michelle is my client!"

Wang Zhong pointed to the compass in his hand and smiled.

"Mr. Zeng, I'm truly sorry. Mr. Wang repeatedly instructed us to be careful, but my bodyguards made a mistake and broke the rock!"

Michelle, seeing the Zeng family's emotions calm down, said apologetically.

The bodyguards behind Michelle also looked embarrassed, as they were the ones who caused the accident!

However, this also allowed them to witness the magic of Chinese feng shui. After all, this was an accident, and the Zeng family's descendants could not have been planted by Wang Zhong!

This could only mean that it was indeed a feng shui issue!

"Since you are a feng shui master, you should know what kind of spot this is?"

Zeng Xiangdong did not look at Michelle but asked in a somewhat testing manner.

"This is the centipede's cave entrance. Centipedes are cunning and vicious. A land temple must be built two miles ahead to guard the centipede and prevent it from escaping!"

Wang Zhong pointed ahead and said confidently.

"I didn't expect you to be so young but so knowledgeable. Our Zeng family indeed has a