Chapter 22 Down

About 15 minutes later, the old man came back, and the dragon ruler had been put away by him. At this time, someone eagerly asked: Mr. Wang, have you found it?

Lao Wang shook his head: "That position is not good. If you do it easily, you are afraid of a dead hole. Look at the direction of the whole mountain."

In the night, this forest mountain range seems to be sleeping.

With that, someone looked at the mountains.

The old ghost explained around us: "This mountain is heading northwest, from high to low, and its geology is also a unique soil layer in Tibet. If you dig down this soil layer, it will also sink. Looking at the direction of this mountain, the faucet is completely opposite to the direction of the mountain, that is to say, its dragon head is lying on its stomach. To some extent, this is against common sense.

After saying this, the old man stopped.

"That is to say, it is difficult to dig a hole in this mountain?"

The old man nodded.

The rest are still staring at the mountains.

After the meeting, Wang Lao opened his mouth and said something, but it was probably similar to what the old ghost said, but one thing was different. Regarding the setting of the dragon head of this mountain range, Wang Lao said, "This is a custom. The dragon was originally the belief of our Chinese nation. Of course, this is now, but not in the past The dragon is regarded as an evil thing by some nations. This may be deliberately selected to suppress this dragon vein to suppress the aura and guard the feng shui.

I don't think it makes sense for what Mr. Wang said. However, this is not the point at present. Now the focus is on how to find the import of the land.

Fat Ma still knows more about old ghosts. Although he didn't grow up wearing a pair of trousers, he is also an old friend who has been with him for decades.

"Old man, where do you think is suitable?"

"Mountain shade to the back, of course, starts from the place where spring water can be knocked out."

The old ghost said such a thing inexplicably. Fatty Ma listened confusedly. It's right if he doesn't understand. If he doesn't understand, it's awesome.

"Brother, do you have a way?"

The old ghost shook his head: "This group of old men can't do anything about it. How can I do anything about it?"

Then we can only wait.

At this time, they have spread out a map. The lamp is shining with the help of the flashlight.

"Come and have a look at that fat man and that little comrade."

When the fat man heard this call, he immediately ran over like a blooming lotus flower and said, "Fish head, I'll come right away."

I greeted the old ghost and the clay figurine without delay and rushed over.

A map of the mountains is placed in front of you, which shows some locations scatteredly. At this time, only Wang Lao and Chen Yutou are next to the map, then Professor Sun, and then the five of us.

The rest of the people don't seem to be interested in this map.

I stared at this map and looked at it twice. I lost interest and was born blind.

The old ghost looked quite interesting. The fat man simply made up the number, and the muddy eyes were as if they were nothing.

"Fish head, what's wrong with your trick?" Fatty Ma asked such a sentence in the middle.

Fatty, this is a long story. After this task is completed, I will talk to you in detail and teach you a few hands.

Fat Ma was so happy to hear what the fish head said!

Mr. Wang drew on it with a pen, pointing points and various assumptions.

Finally, the old ghost gave an appropriate suggestion. After looking at it, Mr. Wang's eyes lit up, carefully guessed the point, and quickly laughed out loud: "Yes, this is the place."

About stealing holes, it is really a technical job. I may not know if I haven't done this industry. Although I am not good at it, I finally entered some doors. Many factors, geology, and the construction location of tombs, need to be comprehensively considered.

So why some masters can play a position close to the tomb is because of their thoughtful consideration.

After confirming the position, he quickly started, greeted the Luoyang shovel and reached the designated position. All the people came close and first adjusted the Luoyang shovel to an approximate length.

A shovel went down and brought out some dirt.

Chen Yu picked up a piece of soil in front of his head and smelled it: "The smell of bronze... It must be right. This should be the mud of the Shang Dynasty, that's right." After saying that, Chen Yutou laughed.

Fat Ma also did the same. He picked up a piece of mud and smelled it, but there was no smell. This is kung fu, and this mud man can also do it.

Chen Yutou's words set off waves, and everyone's faces showed joy, including several quiet bigwigs before also looked this way.

But the good times didn't last long. After a while, Luoyang shovel actually sounded a trill. When it was pulled out, it was actually broken.

The people around the side were stunned.

What's wrong with your mother! This is a common idea at this time.

Something's wrong, something's wrong.

I squatted down, checked the pit dug by Luoyang shovel, and picked it in with my hand, but I couldn't reach it.

I took the shovel and knocked down, and there was a sound of metal collision.

"Is there metal?"

This sentence has a better shocking effect than before. Everyone was shocked. Metal, is the structure of the whole tomb metal?

It's really appalling to say! The metal-reached tomb, not to mention its grandeur, is that his structural construction is definitely a century project.