Chapter 48: Feng Shui Precious Land

The small temple is very small, with only three houses and a small courtyard. After so long, the clay statues in the middle room have lost their paint, and their faces are not clear, and even half of their bodies have collapsed.

The three rooms are all tattered, with dust, cobwebs, broken walls and tile holes, which makes Shi Feizhe guess that no one has lived here for at least 20 to 30 years.

Shi Feizhe cleaned up the place, and then went to Zhaojiaji, dozens of miles away, to invite masons and carpenters to simply repair the three houses, replace the doors and windows, and repair the walls.

After seven or eight days of tidying up, the small temple that was originally uninhabitable has become neat and clean.

Zhaojiaji is a town dozens of miles away. Most people in the town have the surname Zhao, so it is called Zhaojia Town. Although it is a town, there are many merchants passing by from east to west, 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 martial arts practice.

Shi Feizhe is very satisfied!

What a Feng Shui treasure land!

I guess no one will disturb him from practicing martial arts in this place!

Since then, Shi Feizhe has been standing, practicing sword, practicing martial arts, and visualizing according to the plan 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 November and the weather is gradually getting colder.

His body is getting stronger and stronger, and he feels that he can 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 Yujing" perfectly.

The three sets of sword techniques of "Bai Yujing", "Fuwoding" and "Shou Changsheng" are all sword techniques in "Twelve Floors".

"Bai Yu Jing" is the most complicated and tedious, "Fu Wo Ding" is the second, and "Shou Chang Sheng" is the simplest. After practicing these three sets of sword techniques to perfection, you can generate sword energy by visualizing the "divine sword". At that time, the sword moves are no longer constrained, and they are simplified and elegant!

After practicing the sword techniques, he followed the Yin Lu Zhuang of "Youquan Shenyinglu" and posed in a very twisted posture to stretch his fascia muscles. With a small success in the Rewarding Good Fist and Punishing Evil Leg, he can finally practice the Yin Lu Zhuang!

Originally, according to his estimate, he needed three or four years to fully practice the "blood, qi and spirit" into true qi. But after practicing for half a year, he felt that he was worthy of being a martial arts genius. In another two years, he can achieve the perfection of "blood, qi and spirit" and try to impact the realm of seeing the truth!

Just as he was standing in the stance, he suddenly heard a "boom boom" sound.

He looked up at the sky, it was a sunny day! Where is 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 mountain torrent?

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, 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 coming from nowhere, raising a wave of one or two hundred meters high, rolling over, sweeping everything and destroying everything.

"Fuck, is there a flood in the mountains? Floods are not like this? Is it a tsunami? But there is no sea!"

He was really a little confused.

He didn't care about thinking about anything else at the moment. He came to his house, picked up the gold and silver packages, went to the kitchen to get the leftover steamed buns, and ran to a high 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 became small islands.

Fortunately, his three small houses, halfway up the mountain, were not flooded by the flood. The height of the flood was not far from the small house, making the small house look like an elegant residence on an island in the lake.

But Shi Feizhe did not return to his small house. Who knows if this flood, which came from nowhere, will rise or flood again?

He is not one of those fools who camp 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 went down the mountain and returned to his small house after standing on the sword stake.

It was indeed that the water came inexplicably, which made him have 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. Did he go to the wrong place?

He looked at the door he pushed open, and it was the one he changed 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, and the style could not be seen.

He looked very ordinary, like an old man in the countryside, but his eyes were brighter.

"Who are you? 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 house? This is my house!" Shi Feizhe felt that the old man was inexplicable, and he said, "The pots and pans here, even the broom in your hand, were bought from the foot of the mountain. Of course, this is my house! I have lived here for almost a year!"

"What about a year ago?" the old man asked.

"Of course it was an abandoned house with no one living there a year ago!" Shi Feizhe said.

"This was my home decades ago. I haven't been back for decades. I didn't expect it to become an abandoned house!" The old man said with emotion.

"Hey, hey, hey... You're not here to make trouble, are you? Seeing that I've done a good job here, you're here to tell me about your own things!" Shi Feizhe didn't believe him and said, "I asked someone to renovate these doors, windows, roof tiles, and courtyard walls!"

"You didn't touch the courtyard, did you?" the old man suddenly asked.

"What?" Shi Feizhe was puzzled.

The old man broke the small courtyard made of adobe bricks with his hand, 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 black spot is left inside, which can't be seen clearly. Only three words are engraved on the top of the box.

"Nine Yuan"!

"Look, there's my name on it!" The old man said with a smile.

He blew the soil on the box gently and opened the box carefully.

"Why do you bury something with your name engraved on it in my house!" Shi Feizhe said depressedly.

The old man's expression froze!

Feng Shui treasure land, there is really water!