Returning with a coffin is a real return to the root of fallen leaves. The problem is that the Feng Shui treasure land for the burial of the feng shui, no wonder Sange became angry and became irritable.

Of course, understanding is only understanding, Fang Yuan can’t help, and he can only speak comforting him.

"...It's okay, actually I'm mentally prepared." Sanger said deeply: "Brother Fang, you know that the situation in Myanmar is a bit uneasy. But at this time, my grandfather took off his burden and retired and handed over the shift early, which is a bit unusual in itself..."

"Now I understand that his body... shouldn't be able to hold on, so he was in such a hurry..."

Sanger's voice was a little choked, and there were a few tears in his eyes under the firelight: "He worked hard all his life, and his final will was to return to his hometown to rest in peace. I can't let him down..."

"I understand, I understand..." Fang Yuan's expression was solemn: "Brother Sang, don't worry, we will continue to search tomorrow, and strive to find a suitable nanny before your grandfather comes back and let him be buried in peace."

"Okay, then please brother Fang." Sanger was a little grateful.

That night, everyone spent the wilderness and lit a bonfire around the tent. There were indeed no poisonous snakes and beasts coming to invade. However, the sound of frogs and insects rose and fell one after another, playing the rhythm of nature, which made people sleep more sweetly.

One night passed, and when everyone got up the next day, they found that the bonfire around the tent had not yet been extinguished, and there was still a little fire flashing, which happened to come in handy. Using the remaining fire, they directly cooked a large pot of meat porridge, which was considered breakfast.

After everyone had breakfast, removed the tent, they continued to move their positions. After moving the new camp to the third altar, everyone continued to start construction.

"We won't walk along the stream today." Fang Yuan signaled: "When we walk along the mountains, maybe there will be new discoveries..."

This was agreed with Sanger last night. Sanger had no objection, so his men naturally would not object. At that moment, everyone, under Fang Yuan's leadership, changed direction directly and advanced deeper along the undulating mountains.

Having said that, walking along the mountains seems much easier than exploring along the stream. After all, water has no shape and will appear in all kinds of strange places, even between pits, valleys and trenches.

But the mountains are different. Even if they are winding and winding, ups and downs, there is a certain situation to follow. As long as you lock in one of the directions, you don’t have to worry about getting lost.

After going up the mountain and down the mountain, another altar appeared in front of everyone. At this time, no matter who it was, they were already used to it and didn't even look at it.

What everyone was more concerned about was that a clear stream flowed by near the altar. Sanger glanced at it and said, "Brother Fang, it seems that you are probably right. Go faster along the mountains."

"This is also very normal. After all, water is invisible, mountains have momentum, water is formed by mountains, and mountains rely on water to produce beauty." Fang Yuan explained: "As long as it is not a barren mountain, there will definitely be water. In this way, the water situation will become more complicated and much more difficult to walk than mountains."

Sanger asked again: "So can't this mountain and this water form a Feng Shui treasure land?"

Fang Yuan shook his head and signaled: "Stay going."

Sanger sighed helplessly and had to continue moving forward. After walking for more than an hour, someone saw another altar. Speaking of which, this should be the fifth altar.

Suddenly someone said in surprise: "It's strange..."

"What's strange?" Others didn't understand the meaning.

"Don't you find it strange?" the man explained: "When we walked along the stream, we usually walked for a long time before we found an altar. Maybe we walked along the mountains and saw it soon."

"This is normal." Others don't care: "This fully shows that the mountain road is straight and short, and the water road is long..."

The conversation between the two was just a small episode and did not cause any trouble. After seeing the fifth altar, it was already noon. Sanger simply rested here and rested for half an hour.

Drink water and eat dry food, and after recovering, we continued to set off. In the next three or four hours, everyone continued to make new discoveries... Well, they discovered the altar.

As we walked along the way, some people estimated and immediately came to a conclusion. They saw all the eight altars mentioned by the villagers. These altars are good, but they are also broken, but the shape and structure are basically the same.

It is also a blessing for the villagers in ancient times who had such patience and built so many altars in the mountains. This kind of reverence and belief in the mountain god must have been very weak and no longer existed.

When Fang Yuan sighed, someone suddenly said in surprise: "Mr. Sang, the environment here seems to be a bit familiar."

"What?" Sanger frowned and looked around, "Where is familiar?"

"It seems..." the man blinked, "It seems to be near the village?"

"Impossible!" Someone subconsciously retorted: "We have been deep into the mountains, probably dozens of miles away from the village. How could it be near the village?"

Others agreed. They had discovered the eighth altar. It was even twilight. The sun was about to set. They were also preparing to return. How could they be near the village?

As everyone shook their heads, someone shouted behind them: "Brothers, are you back?"

The group of people were startled and hurriedly turned around and saw a middle-aged uncle carrying a bundle of firewood on the nearby hill, smiling at them on the nearby hill, constantly shaking his hands to say hello.

Everyone naturally knew the middle-aged uncle. They just drank and ate meat together not long ago, so they would definitely not forget it. But when they saw this person, they were completely stunned and couldn't figure out the situation.

"Uncle, why are you here?" someone couldn't help but ask loudly.

"There is no firewood at home, so I go up the mountain to pick up some back." The middle-aged uncle smiled and said, "It's not surprising that you have stayed outside for a whole night, right?"

"We are very good..." At Sanger's prompt, the man continued to ask, "Uncle, you are just picking firewood, why are you running so far?"

"Far?" The uncle was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "There is no firewood at the foot of the mountain, so I can only go up the mountain. Besides, it's only seven or eight minutes to go, so it's not a long one."

"Seven or eight minutes..." Many people's eyes widened, and they were very shocked.

"Look, I'm right, this is really near the village." The man just now smiled and said, "After coming to the village, I walked around the village and checked the situation nearby, so I remember very clearly that this place should be the back mountain of the village. As soon as I climbed up from the back of the village, it was here..."

"Damn!" The others were stunned, the situation was too unexpected.

"What's going on?" someone grabbed his head and asked in confusion: "Didn't we keep walking? Why did we get around?"

At this moment, Fang Yuan's eyes flashed, and then he smiled and said, "Because the mountains we were walking on were originally circling. However, because the mountains were too long, even if there was some deviation, we would definitely not notice it when we walked. So after a big circle, we returned to the vicinity of the village."

Under Fang Yuan's explanation, others were relieved. Everyone was not stupid. Just think about it carefully and you could understand the truth. Just like people are easily lost in the vast desert, mainly because of human feelings, and sometimes there are deviations.

If there are no specific references, everyone thinks they are walking along a straight line. In fact, this "straight line" is curved. After walking a long journey, they will naturally go around a big circle.

"In other words, the eight altars in the mountains are actually spread around the village." Sanger flashed with an inspiration and made some inferences: "The same is true for those streams, flowing around everywhere. These days, we seem to have walked many places, but in fact we are just wandering around."

Thinking of this, Sanger's expression became a little unfavorable, and he felt that he had been working hard these days.

Fang Yuan saw his thoughts and comforted him: "Brother Sang, this is also a good thing. At least, we can eliminate these places."

Sanger nodded silently, then turned around and said, "Send someone to call back the brothers who stayed in the camp. We will spend the night in the village tonight and study tomorrow's itinerary."

"Okay..." Someone hurriedly responded and chose a quick step to report the message.

Then, everyone naturally followed the villagers back to the village. The itinerary of this day should have ended like this, and the curtain came to an end for the time being, and then wait for tomorrow.

But when everyone returned to the village, they saw an unexpected person. The man was lying under an old tree in the village, his eyes were spinning, as if he was thinking about some idea.

Everyone returned to the village and happened to meet him. At first glance, everyone was a little stunned.

In an instant, the man's face changed drastically, and he immediately got up and said in horror: "A few big guys, you all beat me a few days ago and vented your anger. Is it necessary to be so desperate? Even I hide in the countryside and don't let me go... There should be no such deep hatred between us, why bother..."

To be honest, everyone thought that this person was just kind-hearted, but as soon as this person spoke, everyone immediately remembered that this person was clearly a Feng Shui master who cheated Mr. Zhao.

But at this time, he had no beard on his face, changed into a cloth robe, and suddenly he became a teenager. If he hadn't exposed his background, everyone wouldn't have dared to recognize each other rashly.

Of course, he said it himself, so it was easy for everyone to recognize it. After all, Sanger asked someone to beat him a few days ago to the point of bruising and swollen face. Until now, the bruises have not completely subsided.

It was probably because he was beaten up, and the man was worried that Mr. Zhao would settle the score later, so he planned to go back to his hometown to take refuge. But by chance, he hit the gun again. For a moment, the man panicked and shouted in horror: "Help~~"

The sad voices came one after another in the village, which naturally attracted the attention of the villagers. In a moment, a large wave of villagers rushed over like a tide...r1152
Chapter completed!