Chapter 48 Feng Shui Treasure Land The temple is very small, with only three rooms and a small courtyard. Over time, the clay statues in the middle room have lost their paint and their faces are no longer visible, and even half of their bodies have three rooms were all in tatters, with dust, cobwebs, cracked walls and holes in tiles, which made Shi Feizhe guess that no one had lived here for at least 20 to 30 years. Shi Feizhe cleaned the house and went to Zhaojiaji, which was dozens of miles away, to invite masons and carpenters to simply repair the three houses, replacing the doors and windows and patching the walls. After seven or eight days of renovation, the small temple, which was originally not habitable, became tidy and clean. Zhaojiaji is a town several dozen miles away. Many people in the town have the surname Zhao, so it is named Zhaojia Town. Although it is a town, there are many merchants passing through the town, so it is quite prosperous, and the medicinal materials needed by Shi Feizhe for martial arts training are not a problem. As long as he goes down the mountain once every two weeks to buy some food and medicinal herbs, Shi Feizhe can be self-sufficient here and practice martial arts with peace of mind. Especially behind the mountain, there is a cold spring with a low water temperature, which is very suitable for practicing martial arts. Shi Feizhe was very satisfied! What a Feng Shui treasure land! I guess no one will come to disturb him practicing martial arts in this place anymore! Since then, Shi Feizhe has followed the plan, standing still, practicing sword, martial arts, and meditation every day. He practices at sunrise and rests at sunset, and is very self-disciplined. Half a year has passed in a flash. It is already November and the weather is gradually getting colder.
His body became stronger and stronger, and he felt that he could beat ten of his former selves. In the small courtyard, he waved the rusty sword in his hand and finally practiced a set of "Bai Yu Jing" to perfection. The three sets of sword techniques, "Bai Yujing", "Fu Wo Ding" and "Shou Changsheng", are all from "Twelve-story Tower". The most complicated and tedious is "Bai Yu Jing", followed by "Fu Wo Ding", and the simplest is "Shou Chang Sheng". After these three sets of sword techniques are practiced to perfection, you can generate sword energy by visualizing the "magic sword". At that time, the sword moves are no longer restricted, and the complex is simplified, and they are elegant and free! After practicing swordsmanship, he followed the Yin-Lv Posture from the Nether Spring Divine Shadow Record and assumed a very twisted posture to stretch his fascia muscles. With both the Rewarding Good Fist and Punishing Evil Kick having achieved some success, he could finally practice the Yin-Lv Posture! Originally, according to his estimate, he would need three to four years to perfect his "blood, energy and spirit" into true qi. However, after half a year of practice, he felt that he was indeed a martial arts genius. In another two years, he would be able to perfect his "blood, energy and spirit" and try to reach the realm of seeing the truth! Just as he was standing still, he suddenly heard a "boom, boom" sound. He looked up at the sky. It was a sunny day! Where was the thunder? Then the sound gradually became louder, followed by the sound of waves and the sound of waves hitting rocks. Shi Feizhe was a little confused. It hadn't rained in the past few days, so where was the flash flood? Then, he jumped onto the eaves and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a white line appearing in the distance between the valleys. The white line was getting closer and closer, like a galloping army, and like a raging sea wave, it was beating the grass and trees in the mountains and devouring the animals in the mountains. "What... is this?" Shi Feizhe looked at the surging waves that came from nowhere, creating waves that were as high as one or two hundred meters, rolling past, sweeping away everything, and destroying everything. "What the hell, there's a flood in the mountains? Floods don't act like this. Is it a tsunami? But there's no sea!" He was indeed a little confused. Without caring about anything else at the moment, he went to his room, picked up the packages of gold and silver, went to the kitchen to get the leftover steamed buns, and ran to a higher place! Fortunately, the mountain behind him was the highest peak of the mountain range. He ran towards the peak desperately, and after running for half an hour, he finally climbed to the highest point. Looking down, he saw endless waves wandering among the mountains. The whole mountain seemed to have turned into a vast ocean, and those peaks had turned into small islands. Fortunately, his three small houses, located halfway up the mountain, were not flooded by the flood. The flood level was not far from the small houses, making them look like elegant residences on small islands in the lake. But Shi Feizhe did not return to his own cabin. Who knew whether this flood, which came from nowhere, would cause a high tide or cause another flood? He was not one of those fools who camped at the river mouth. To be on the safe side, Shi Feizhe stayed on the top of the mountain until dark, and then from dark to dawn. The next day, when he saw that the flood had almost receded, he finished standing on the sword stakes and then went down the mountain and returned to his hut. It was indeed the inexplicable origin of this water that forced him to be cautious. When he pushed open the gate of his house, he saw a short old man sweeping the floor in the small yard. He looked so contented, as if this was his home. "Huh?" Shi Feizhe was stunned. Could it be that he had taken the wrong path? He looked at the door that opened and found it was the one he had replaced half a year ago! "Who are you? Why are you in my house?" Shi Feizhe asked the old man. The old man looked very old, with no beard or hair, only two long white eyebrows drooping down, covering half of his eyes. He had a ruddy face and looked very energetic. He was wearing gray ragged clothes, the style of which was hard to tell.
He looks very ordinary, like an old man in the countryside, except that his eyes are brighter. "Who are you? And why are you in my house?" The old man was not tall, only up to Shi Feizhe's shoulders. He glanced at Shi Feizhe and asked back while sweeping the floor. "What do you mean your home? This is my home!" Shi Feizhe felt that the old man was being incomprehensible. He said, "The pots and pans here, even the broom in your hand, were all bought by me from the foot of the mountain. Of course this is my home! I've lived here for almost a year!" "What about a year ago?" asked the old man. "Of course it was an abandoned house with no one living in it a year ago!" said Shi Feizhe. "This was my home decades ago. I haven't been back for decades. I didn't expect it to become an abandoned house!" said the old man with emotion. "Hey, hey, hey... You're not here to make trouble, are you? You saw that I've done a good job here, so you're here to tell me about yours!" Shi Feizhe didn't believe him and said, "I hired someone to renovate the doors, windows, roof tiles, and courtyard walls!" "You didn't move the yard, did you?" the old man suddenly asked. "What?" Shi Feizhe was puzzled. The old man broke the adobe courtyard with his hands and pulled out a wooden box from the three-foot-deep soil in the courtyard. After decades, the wooden box has collapsed, and only a dark spot is left inside, which is hard to see. Only three words are engraved on the top of the box. "Double Ninth Festival"! "Look, my name is written on it!" said the old man with a smile. He gently blew away the dirt on the box and opened it carefully. "Why do you bury something with your name on it in my house?" Shi Feizhe said depressedly. The old man's expression froze! A Feng Shui treasure land, there is really water!
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