Chapter 94

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"Zeng Lingwei, how can you speak to the master like that?"

Zeng Xiangdong's face turned stern, and he looked at the young man Zeng Lingwei with some displeasure.

"How did the old master teach you! Go and apologize to the master!"

"Sorry, Master!"

Although Zeng Lingwei was somewhat unwilling, under Zeng Xiangdong's stern gaze, he had no choice but to step forward and apologize.

The old master of the Zeng family often told stories about geomancers to his descendants and emphasized that when encountering a capable master, one must show respect and treat them as a teacher. This was because the prosperity of the Zeng family was all due to feng shui!

"The broken rock formation, even if reconnected, will have no effect; the qi has already been severed. However, I can use talismans to handle it, and the effect will be no less than before!"

Wang Zhong did not feel upset by Zeng Lingwei's rashness and said with a smile.

"Then, please, Master, perform the ritual. My old man is still unconscious."

Thinking of the unconscious old man, Zeng Xiangdong and the others all showed a hint of bitterness on their faces.

"It's my duty, as this matter was caused by me!"

Wang Zhong did not hesitate, and he buried the talismans he had drawn according to the directions. He then made the hand signs and murmured a prayer.

Feeling that the broken qi had been reconnected, Wang Zhong finally stopped.

"You can now send someone home to check. The old man should have recovered!"

"Zeng Lingwei, call home!"

Zeng Xiangdong turned and instructed.

"Okay!"

The Zeng family was well-off, and they carried mobile phones. In the 1980s, even abroad, mobile phones were a luxury item. Zeng Lingwei quickly took out his phone.

"Uncle, Grandpa has woken up!"

After speaking a few words with the family, Zeng Lingwei said excitedly.

Zeng Xiangdong snatched the phone and spoke to the old man in the local dialect for a while before hanging up respectfully.

"The old man is already fine!"

He then gave a few instructions to his brothers and nephews.

Zeng Xiangdong came to Wang Zhong again.

"Master Wang, the old man has been overseas for over eighty years. It's rare to meet a fellow countryman. Would you like to come to our place as a guest?"

"Would that be too much trouble?"

Wang Zhong looked at Michel and the others with some difficulty and said softly.

"Master Wang, it's no problem. Thanks to the centipede leaving the cave, our family has become particularly prosperous, with four generations living together, totaling over thirty people! It's no issue for a few more people, even if the number doubles, we can still accommodate them!"

Zeng Xiangdong said with a smile, his face full of pride.

"Four generations, over thirty people!"

Michel's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief.

"Of course!"

Zeng Xiangdong affirmed.

"The centipede leaving the cave, the wood and fire being bright, is a rare treasure site. We originally intended to reserve this fire site for the old man's use after his passing. We didn't expect Master Wang to get there first. It seems we were too greedy, and it's the will of heaven!"

"I envy you so much. Your family is truly prosperous!"

Michel looked at the young people behind Zeng Xiangdong with envy. His family had few members, and every time he returned home, it was always cold and empty.

"Don't envy us. If your ancestors are buried here, your family will also prosper!"

Zeng Xiangdong said with a smile.

"Yes, seeing you makes me even more convinced!"

Michel looked forward with anticipation.

Wang Zhong used a compass to find a prosperous site for Michel.

Michel's bodyguards were replaced. The Zeng family helped dig a grave, and Michel's ancestors' bones were smoothly buried in the red soil.

Michel performed a simple ritual at the grave, and the relocation was completed.

"To express my apology, I am willing to fund the reconstruction of the land temple!"

Wang Zhong pulled Michel aside and whispered for a while. Michel said without hesitation.

"The land temple has the effect of suppressing the centipede and is a key element in the feng shui layout. Therefore, it cannot be taken lightly!"

Zeng Xiangdong and the others naturally understood the importance of the land temple. Michel's willingness to bear the reconstruction costs was a gesture of goodwill. The last bit of resentment in the Zeng family's hearts disappeared.

When Wang Zhong and the others arrived at the Zeng family villa, the women were busy cooking. The aroma of the dishes wafted far in the wind.

The old Zeng patriarch, dressed in a Tang suit, leaned on a cane and sat in the center of the ancestral hall. Although he was old, his body was still strong.

"Master, hello!"

After being introduced by his children and grandchildren, the old Zeng patriarch greeted Wang Zhong with a smile.

"Old patriarch, hello, I'm sorry to trouble you!"

Wang Zhong also looked happy.

"Not at all, not at all. Meeting a fellow countryman in a foreign land is a pleasure!"

The old patriarch smiled and gestured for everyone to sit down. Women quickly served tea, snacks, and fruits.

"Offer a portion to the ancestors as well; today's events have disturbed them!"

Looking at the fruits, the old Zeng patriarch said.

"Yes, Grandpa!"

The women bowed their heads and replied.

"Old patriarch, I apologize for today's events; we were rash!"

Wang Zhong looked at the ancestral tablets and said apologetically.

"Master, Xiangdong has already told me in detail. This matter is not your fault!"

The old patriarch shook his head and said with a smile.

"Old patriarch, today's events were due to my subordinates being impulsive!"

Michel stepped forward and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"I don't blame you. If not for this, we wouldn't have met!"

The old Zeng patriarch shook his hand and said without any resentment.

"Master, my eldest son told me that you used talismans at the end. I assume you have received the true teachings of the Southern School. May I ask who your teacher is?"

Martial arts have Northern and Southern styles, and the terms "Southern Fist, Northern Leg" are often mentioned. In fact, feng shui masters also have Northern and Southern schools. It is said that since the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty, the feng shui industry has been divided into Northern and Southern schools. Northern feng shui masters mostly learned from books or inherited family traditions. Their methods often involved waiting for clients in their offices, choosing auspicious days, and selecting burial sites. They were called "geographic masters." Southern feng shui masters were often taught by famous masters and traveled the world. They carried a compass in their left hand and a whip in their right, followed by a book boy carrying a book box. They traveled the world, specializing in examining feng shui for government offices, temples, and monasteries. Due to their extensive knowledge and the secret skills passed down by their teachers, they were highly respected wherever they went and were called "feng shui sorcerers" or "Southern masters." It is said that Southern feng shui masters have existed since the Ming Dynasty. Due to the high requirements for disciples and strict rules, they are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

"Old patriarch, although I was born in Hong Kong, my feng shui skills are mostly self-taught from family traditions. As for the talisman techniques, they are due to my connection with the Wudang lineage!"

Wang Zhong did not hide this and said with a bitter smile.

"Master Wang, your level is so high, yet you are not from the Southern School!"

The old Zeng patriarch said with some surprise.

"Indeed, each generation has its talents!"

"Old patriarch, you flatter me. Everything is due to chance!"

Wang Zhong humbly replied.

"Wudang lineage, True Wu Daochang, Wang Zhong! Are you the Black Tortoise Daozhang of Wuluhu?"

The youngest, Zeng Xiangbei, who was most interested in external information, asked with some surprise.

"Xiangbei, how dare you! How can you call the master's name? Go and kneel in the room!"

The old patriarch, leaning on his cane, said with some displeasure.

"Old patriarch, don't be angry. Master Wang is my senior in age. Moreover, Master Wang is correct; the True Wu Daochang of Wuluhu is indeed under my responsibility!"

Wang Zhong, seeing that Zeng Xiangbei was about to be punished, quickly intervened.

"Our Zeng family has been in Australia since the late Qing Dynasty, nearly a hundred years. My great-grandfather Shichang was a leader of Chinese laborers and died in Australia. He carried 108 coffins on an ocean liner to return to China, but unfortunately, the ship encountered a storm and sank, leaving the remains of our ancestors forever at the bottom of the sea. This is a pain that will always be in the hearts of our descendants! I hope Master can perform a ritual to help my grandfather and the 108 Chinese laborers."

The old patriarch, hearing that Wang Zhong was a high-ranking Taoist and the abbot of a temple, looked at the ancestral tablets in the hall and pleaded.

In the mid-19th century, with the rise of the "gold rush" in Australia, many Chinese from GD and FJ crossed the ocean to Australia. By 1861, the number of Chinese in Australia had reached 38,000, accounting for 3.3% of the total population at the time. Later, due to the decline of the "gold rush" and the colonial government's implementation of the "White Australia" policy, which restricted immigration of colored people, the Chinese population gradually decreased. By 1947, only 10,000 Chinese remained.

"Your grandfather came to Australia during the gold rush period?"

Wang Zhong asked with some surprise.

"Alas, it wasn't about gold. Our ancestors were deceived laborers. Shipping companies, labor recruiters, and brokers spread rumors, exaggerating the prospects of the new gold mountain to lure poor Chinese farmers to work as cheap labor in Australia.

When the laborers boarded the recruiters' ships, they were like entering a 'floating hell.' The sailors were fully armed and ruthless. They beat and even shot the laborers at will. Sometimes, all the laborers were locked in the hold, forbidden to move freely. At the time, ship owners often violated international shipping regulations, overloading the ships and reducing the food and water for the passengers. They crammed the overfilled passengers into the hold. The ventilation on the ships was poor, and many laborers died from illness, hunger, or being thrown into the sea. Some were abandoned on deserted islands, and others committed suicide out of despair.

The laborers worked in the mountains and wilds, mining gold. Besides the dangers of cave-ins, they had to endure harsh weather and attacks from snakes and wild animals. They also had to deal with the aggression of rough white people and savage natives. At the time, there were many indigenous people in the mountains, and the laborers were often brutally killed, a sight too terrible to bear."

The old patriarch spoke in a low voice about those past events, which were not only a tragedy for the Chinese laborers in Australia but also a tragedy for the Chinese nation.

"Who is buried in the centipede leaving the cave site?"

Wang Zhong fell silent for a moment and asked in a heavy tone.

"That is just a cenotaph. My great-grandfather Shichang's remains are still at the bottom of the sea!"

The old patriarch said with some pain. (The novel "Back to the Past as a Sorcerer" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, along with 100% lottery gifts for everyone! Now, open WeChat, click the "+" in the upper right corner, search for the public account "qdread" and follow it. Hurry up and do it!)

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