Superb Female Ghost Shelter

Qin Yan scratched his head and thought to himself:

Is your hexagram correct? I came at four o'clock in the morning. If your hexagram was accurate, I wouldn't have to wait two hours.

"Benefactor, what do you want from me?"

"Master Zhao, in addition to the ghost craftsman inheritance in Jiuyao's Tomb, what other ghost craftsman traditions do you know?"

The ghost craftsman inheritance is also divided into schools.

Just like today's Tai Chi, there are many schools such as Chen's, Yang's, Sun's, Wu's and so on.

Zhao Zishen thought for a while, stroking his gray beard and said: "During the Republic of China, there was a family named Zhang. They were craftsmen who specialized in making coffins. Later, they moved to Baoshi, our city, and there is no news about it after that!"

Qin Yan felt that Zhao Zishen's words were in vain.

How can I find it if there is no news?

"But I know his ancestral home. Maybe I can find the ghost craftsman inheritance from his ancestral home!"

Hearing these words, Qin Yan was shocked.

Just now, he thought Zhao Zishen's words were nonsense, but he didn't expect that the words Zhao Zishen said before were meant to lead to the following sentence.

"It's just that their master craftsmanship cannot be compared with the Zhuge lineage, the Luban lineage, and the Zhu family lineage. It is only a small sect at best."

Lu Ban pioneered ghost craftsmanship, and he was involved in a wide range of industries, including not only carpenters and stonemasons, but also painters, gardeners, etc.

Although Zhuge Liang was not as extensive as Lu Ban, he carried forward the carpenters, stonemasons, blacksmiths and other classified professions among ghost craftsmen, and actually designed ghost and god works such as Huarong Tao and Wooden Ox and Flowing Horse.

The fact that the Shu Kingdom was able to defeat the Wei Kingdom when it was at its weakest is inseparable from Zhuge Liang's craftsmanship.

As for Zhu Youxiao, the carpenter emperor of the Zhu family, he is even more of a genius.

His achievements among carpenters have reached a higher level than even Zhuge Liang.

"It doesn't matter! As long as I can find it!"

Qin Yan only needs one inheritance now.

No matter how bad the inheritance is, as long as Qin Yan learns it, he can draw parallels and even draw inferences from one example to learn from other schools of ghost craftsmen.

"Okay! Whenever you have time, I will take you there!"

"It's best if we leave now!"

Qin Yan was thinking about Li Tianba in his heart, fearing that Li Tianba would be in danger in the tomb.

Zhao Zishen nodded: "My benefactor, wait a moment, I will go and settle down my grandson."

Qin Yan responded and stood at the door waiting for Zhao Zishen.

After a while, Zhao Zishen came out.

The two of them took a taxi and went straight to Champs Huati, then drove another Mercedes-Benz at home to the Zhang family's ancestral home.

The Maybach died on the highway, and now Qin Yan could only drive two other cars.

More than an hour later, Qin Yan and the others came to the countryside of Wang County, Baoshi.

There is a Zhangjia Village here, and 70% of the people in the village have the surname Zhang.

The ancestral home of the Zhang family is located in Zhangjia Village.

When Qin Yan parked the car at the door of the Zhang family's ancestral home, he saw many people standing at the door.

After getting out of the car, Qin Yan heard a noise inside.

One of the voices was quite loud and very familiar. It seemed to be Zhang Di's voice.

Qin Yan was very surprised and couldn't figure out why he heard Zhang Di's voice here.

Then Qin Yan thought to himself:

Could it be that Zhang Di is from this village?

Zhang Di's surname is Zhang, and Zhang Di's hometown is in Wang County.

After lining up the crowd, Qin Yan walked into the courtyard and saw that the courtyard was packed with people.

There were four people standing in the middle of the yard. One was an old man with a stooped back. He clasped his hands behind his back and looked like a cadre.

One is a Taoist priest. He is wearing a Taoist robe, carrying a mahogany sword on his back, and a whisk on his left arm. He has a short goatee and looks quite immortal.

But Qin Yan knows that anyone who dresses like this is probably a liar.

The third one was Zhang Di. He was extremely excited at the moment, his face was red, and he didn't know what he was talking to the old man with his hunched back.

The fourth person was a middle-aged woman with red eyes and crying.

"Meng Jiao, let me tell you, this is the ancestral hall of our Zhang family. If you dare to do anything wrong, I will never end it with you!"

Zhang Di rolled up his sleeves and said loudly.

"Zhang Di, you little kid! Why are you so ignorant? Taoist Master Tianqiong just said that your ancestral home has been idle here for too long and has produced evil spirits. It must be demolished, otherwise the villagers will still be here. The ones who suffered.”

Village chief Meng Jiao said calmly, looking much calmer than Zhang Di.

"Meng Jiao, you are clearly bullying our orphans and widowed mothers!"

Zhang Di was so angry that he cursed loudly and almost raised his fists to fight.

It turns out that Zhang Di is not from a wealthy family. Like Qin Yan, his family is from the countryside.

But in order to make his classmates look up to him, he pretended to be a rich second generation.

Mengjiao, the village chief, is evil and has always coveted Zhang Di's beauty.

But Zhang Di never obeyed, so Meng Jiao came up with a vicious plan to demolish the Zhang family's ancestral home by using the theory of ghosts.

Originally, 30% of the people in Zhangjia Village were related to Zhang Di and his family, but Meng Jiao was the bully village chief.

He was in the village and slept with almost half of the women in the village.

Most of these women left Mengjiao because their husbands were working outside, and they couldn't relieve their loneliness.

There were also some who were unwilling, but they were all forced by Meng Jiao who climbed into the wall at night.

Several men had gone to settle accounts with Meng Jiao before, but one of them was beaten into a disability by Meng Jiao's son.

After that no one dared to look for him again.

Some people also went to the county town to complain, but Meng Jiao's son and son-in-law were both officials in the county town, so no one received them.

"Little boy, you can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense! I do this for the good of the villagers! Don't you think so?"

Meng Jiao said while looking at the people around him.

Some of Meng Jiao's thugs immediately shouted, "Yes! Village Chief Meng is doing something for us!"

Some people who were afraid of Meng Jiao's influence also joined in, including many with the surname Zhang.

There were also some people who were unwilling to help others, but when Meng Jiao looked at them, they could only agree.

"Did you hear that? This is everyone's voice!"

"you……"

Zhang Di clearly knew that Meng Jiao was talking nonsense, and the villagers were afraid of Meng Jiao so they agreed, but there was nothing he could do.

"Zhang Di, Taoist Master Tianqiong will cast a curse tonight, and tomorrow I will ask someone to help your family demolish the house. Don't worry, I won't let your family pay a penny."

What Meng Jiao said was sincere, and people who didn't know the actual situation thought Meng Jiao had good intentions.

Then, Meng Jiao changed the subject: "However, the removed bricks, doors and windows will probably be confiscated. They all belong to the country!"

Hearing Meng Jiao's words, Zhang Di was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

He understood the meaning of confiscation very well, which was to put it into Meng Jiao's personal pocket.

The bricks, tiles, doors and windows of the ancestral house are worth more than 20,000 yuan even if they are sold second-hand.

But Meng Jiao would only spend more than 10,000 yuan to demolish his house, which is equivalent to Meng Jiao making 10,000 yuan inside and outside.

In the village, Meng Jiao often did this kind of false business and enriched private interests.

"you dare!"

Zhang Di was so angry that veins popped up on his face and he clenched his fists tightly.

Meng Jiao pretended to be helpless, patted Zhang Di on the shoulder, sighed and said, "Zhang Di, I understand your mood. But there is nothing you can do about it, so just take care of yourself!"

After saying that, Meng Jiao turned around and left.