The Feng Shui Treasure Appraiser

48: Chapter 48 Funnel ArrayHan Jingyang hesitated for a moment, then clicked accept.

As soon as he accepted, Juhao sent him a massive amount of detailed information, covering everything from He Dingkun to Dingshen Group. It included He Dingkun’s children, relatives, friends, subordinates, and even his confidants. It even clearly listed the locations of his various properties, and finally, it even attached He Dingkun’s real-time location.

However, looking at He Dingkun’s real-time information, he frowned.

Thousand Buddha Mountain?

Xingguo Zen Temple?

Great Monk Kongyun?

What is He Dingkun doing running to Thousand Buddha Mountain?

Seeking protection?

Or...

Han Jingyang thought about how his two skills had failed on He Dingkun that afternoon, and his brow furrowed even tighter.

The afternoon’s events made him realize that he was not a unique existence.

At the very least, this thing called metaphysics was not mysterious at all; it was truly real.

Perhaps Great Monk Kongyun at Xingguo Zen Temple on Thousand Buddha Mountain was also a master of metaphysics, and He Dingkun being able to avoid his attack was the work of that great monk.

Otherwise, there was no way to explain He Dingkun’s behavior.

Offending a young metaphysics master like him one moment, then running off to a place like that the next—there really was no other explanation.

This forced him to be cautious.

In case that old monk Kongyun had even more powerful techniques, wouldn’t he be at a disadvantage if he rashly confronted him?

Therefore, if he really wanted to take action, he had to follow the strategy of using magic if he could, sneaking attacking if he could, and avoiding direct confrontation whenever possible.

Of course, if he really had to face him head-on, he couldn’t be cowardly.

Since it concerned the safety and lives of himself and his family, he absolutely could not be vague about it.

Han Jingyang studied the information regarding He Dingkun again, secretly praising Chen Xiaoming for his professionalism while doing so.

This information was extremely comprehensive; it dug up all of He Dingkun’s background, even marking how many women he had in his youth, the relationships and intimacy levels between He Dingkun and his children, and even information about He Dingkun’s decision-making for Dingshen Group and his favored successor.

It covered everything, big or small.

It made him suspect that there was a spy of Chen Xiaoming’s lurking around He Dingkun, and a high-level one at that; otherwise, it would be impossible to obtain such detailed data.

After reading it all, Han Jingyang let out a long sigh of relief.

With this information in hand, his chances of winning against He Dingkun were much higher.

At the very least, he could strike first.

He decided to act immediately.

Han Jingyang tidied up, brought the necessary items, and waved to Liu Jing, who was lying on a recliner with her eyes closed in rest: ”Let’s go, time to work.”

Liu Jing jumped up instantly: ”Where are we going?”

”First to Liujiacun. It’s quite far, so get ready for a night drive.”

”No problem, boss.”

He Dingkun’s ancestral home was Liujiacun, a small mountain village over thirty kilometers west of Quancheng.

When Han Jingyang and Liu Jing arrived, it was already two-thirty in the morning.

The small village was quiet, with only sparse dog barks; this was the current state of most inland rural villages. Except for holidays and festivals, most of the time they were empty villages. Anyone with any labor capacity had gone out to work to earn money, leaving behind only the old and weak. Even women and children were scarce; anyone who could be taken away, they would find a way to take.

In the current villages, whether it was building roads, paving bridges, or having weddings or funerals, those who came forward were almost all around sixty years old or even older; even those around fifty were rare.

Therefore, Han Jingyang was not worried at all.

However, this was Liu Jing’s first time doing such a thing. She clutched the unsharpened kangxi war sword and followed closely behind Han Jingyang, looking around nervously as she walked, fearing that some demons or monsters might jump out from the darkness.

When approaching He Dingkun’s ancestral grave, Liu Jing gripped Han Jingyang’s sleeve tightly, like a little girl afraid of being abandoned.

Han Jingyang couldn’t help but laugh and cry; with so little courage, if they really encountered trouble, could she protect him?

It would probably be the other way around.

Him?

He was truly not afraid.

Coming from an archaeology background, he had been going to field sites since his freshman year. Over four years, he had personally pieced together countless remains and had seen hundreds of ancient tombs of all sizes from various dynasties. He had also had many experiences of sleeping overnight beside ancient tombs or working overtime in eerie, terrifying ancient tombs at night.

Now, with a large number of items at his disposal, he was even more fearless.

Compared to these eerie and terrifying environments, he was more afraid of living people, especially He Dingkun’s subordinates; those people would really kill.

Upon arriving at the location, Han Jingyang took out the compass and held it in his hand.

With the compass in hand, the pitch-black night instantly changed its appearance in his eyes. He could see the clear flow trajectories of the earth’s energy, infer the terrain and landscape based on the flow trajectories of the earth’s energy, and even discover existences that could not be discovered under normal circumstances.

For example, several medium-sized animals beside the graveyard.

Although he didn’t know what kind of animals they were, when they walked, they caused disturbances to the earth’s energy, similar to throwing stones into a normally flowing river.

No, it would be more accurate to describe it as a few hippos slowly swimming in the river.

When a stone enters the water, there is only one splash, and it quickly returns to normal.

But the ripples and eddies caused by hippos swimming in the water will always exist along with the hippos’ movements, with clear trajectories.

This made Han Jingyang realize the power of this skill; it could discover enemies hidden in the dark, so he didn’t have to fear being ambushed.

Unfortunately, he had to hold the compass for it to take effect.

Han Jingyang sighed regretfully and patted Liu Jing’s hand, which was stiff with tension: ”With a metaphysics master like me here, what are you afraid of?”

Liu Jing coughed: ”It’s my first time doing this kind of thing.”

”You’ll get used to it later.”

”I’ll try.”

While talking, the two approached the tomb, which had been renovated to look quite grand.

He turned on his flashlight, glanced at the words on the tombstone, and confirmed that this was the tomb of He Dingkun’s parents. Only then did he put the bags he had brought on the ground and start working.

Liu Jing stood to the side clutching the war sword, unable to help at all, and could only assist by holding the flashlight for illumination.

In fact, the workload was not heavy.

Han Jingyang simply identified the origin and destination of the He family’s ancestral grave’s energy and buried a few low-level items above it, which changed the flow route of the earth’s energy around the He family’s ancestral grave.

To be specific, this place was originally a pond that hid wind and gathered energy, capable of gently accommodating as much earth energy as possible.

But after burying a few items on the energy vein, he turned the incoming water from gentle to turbulent. The turbulent water rushed directly at the ancestral grave, not only breaking the original good layout but also artificially creating a malevolent formation, completely changing the feng shui and earth energy here.

As long as no one could discover the items he buried, no matter how the layout of the He family’s ancestral grave was adjusted, it would never return to its original appearance.

As for whether the feng shui of the ancestral grave would cause substantial impact on He Dingkun, he was not sure.

But if the feng shui of a residence could affect its owner, then theoretically, an ancestral grave could too.

It was just an unknown how long it would take to take effect.

After burying them and covering them up.

Han Jingyang watched the surging earth energy rush directly toward the He family’s ancestral grave through the funnel-shaped ”feng shui formation” he had created, and nodded with satisfaction.

This was the effect he wanted.

In front of the funnel formation, the earth energy that had been stored in the He family’s ancestral grave for who knew how many years was instantly blown to pieces, as if a flood discharge gate had been opened upstream of a pond that had been raising fish for many years, and the turbulent floodwater instantly shattered the tranquility of the pond.

Without plugging the gap, the pond would be finished sooner or later.