Chapter 115: Money-Making Pile
Zhou Hehe's eyes flickered slightly when Jiang Xuxu stood up, and he secretly glanced at the police officers next to him.
Then he moved to the side of a photographer who was still carrying a camera, and winked at him.
The photographer didn't react at first, but seeing that Producer Zhou's eyes made him look like he was about to cramp, it seemed that he finally reacted, and while no one was paying attention, he quietly turned on the camera.
Although the live broadcast room was closed and the program was about to fail, the material that should be shot could not be lost before it was completely failed.
The two of them secretly set up the camera and pointed the lens at Jiang Xuxu opposite.
Jiang Xuxu looked at the old lady in front of her, her almond-shaped eyes solemn,
"You said that because the child died prematurely, you changed the design and built the house into a tomb for the child, but in fact, the child was already dead when the cement was poured to build the foundation. The original design of this house was to create a tomb that could trap the child's soul!"
The old lady was obviously a little angry when she heard Jiang Xuxu's words,
"Don't talk nonsense, a girl! What do you know?! This is our Song family's child! You let others dig up the child's 'grave' without permission, you will be punished!"
Jiang Xuxu faced the old lady's accusation, but her face was unmoved.
"Someone is indeed going to be punished, but that person is definitely not me, but the entire Song family, including you."
"You!!"
"Don't rush to deny it. If the facts are really as you said, why do you have to stay near the house, just to guard this house nearby?"
Hearing that the old lady was specifically guarding the house nearby, the program team and the guests all changed their expressions slightly, especially Gu Jingmo.
He saw with his own eyes that day that the old lady in front of him was standing on the balcony of the garden and staring at them sinisterly. He originally thought that the old woman simply didn't like strangers coming in and out of the vicinity, but he never thought that the other party was actually specifically monitoring the house.
"Jiang Xuxu, what's going on?" Gu Jingmo couldn't help but ask Jiang Xuxu.
Jiang Xuxu stopped arguing with the old lady and turned to the crowd, saying,
"If I guess correctly, this should be a money-making pile."
The people around him, including the police officers next to him, were all confused. Hitting a money-making pile was close to their blind spot in knowledge. What is this money-making pile? ?
They didn't understand, but Shang Lu, who was born in an orthodox Taoist school, knew it. When he heard about the money-making pile, his face changed obviously.
Looking at the child's corpse sealed in the cement floor, he suddenly realized it and was obviously angry.
"What is a money-making pile?" Zhou Chacha asked in a low voice, but his face was no longer carefree, but rather a little cautious.
Shang Lu seemed to take a deep breath, and then explained, "The wealth pile is a sorcery in Taoism that is similar to the beating of the life pile. The beating of the life pile is generally for the sake of peace and security and to protect future generations, but the wealth pile is simply for the sake of wealth and power, to ensure the continuous wealth and fortune of the family
's future generations." He paused, and said hoarsely, "This method is different from the beating of the life pile in that the 'pile' responsible for gathering wealth must be the flesh and blood of the person who planted the pile..."
When the people around heard Shang Lu's explanation, they secretly took a breath of cold air.
Sacrificing a living person is outrageous enough, not to mention sacrificing one's own flesh and blood.
What kind of crazy family would sacrifice their own flesh and blood for the so-called way of making money?
Everyone found it unbelievable at first, but when they thought about what the old lady said before, the child was the "illegitimate child" of Mr. Song,
a chill ran down their spines. They thought of a more cruel and inhumane possibility.
Before they could ask their guess, Jiang Xuxu had already given the answer in a cold voice.
"This child was prepared by the so-called Mr. Song to make money. He couldn't bear to part with his own child, so he found a woman outside to bear one for him.
When the child was about the same age, he killed it and planted the human in the house, and then relied on the child's resentment and the natural feng shui formation of the house to naturally gather wealth."
The Thai Kumantong also has a similar practice, but they usually use children who have not been born to make Kumantongs for worship.
Because the resentment of children who have not been born is extremely heavy, just like the little carrot in the family.
There are also differences among Kumantongs. The power of Kumantongs made with the blood of parents and children will be much stronger than that of ordinary Kumantongs. This is the power of kinship.
It's just that the Kumantong needs blood to feed it, but the wealth pile can gather wealth continuously without any external force.
"The Song family must not be an unknown family to have spent a huge amount of money to build such a tomb dedicated to making money 20 years ago."
"The other party's ancestors must also be a wealthy family, because only those who have experienced real wealth can't stand poverty."
"I guess that Mr. Song's ancestors must also be wealthy merchants, but unfortunately the family fell into decline and the children of the family were unable to save it, so they found a Feng Shui master to come up with such a sinister way to gather wealth for the family."
"This method should have been successful at first. The Song family made a lot of wealth in a short period of time with the help of this child. Unfortunately, the Feng Shui master who worked for him didn't tell him that after the wealth pile was planted,
once the infant spirit in the house could no longer continue to support the family's fortunes, it would automatically plunder the fate of the same-origin children in the family as a supplement. The children of the old man Song you mentioned should have died young, right?"
As soon as Jiang Xuxu said this, the old lady, who had been timid and stern, changed her expression instantly, and her wrinkled face turned pale.
Jiang Xuxu carefully looked at the other person's face and the relationship with the baby spirit, and vaguely understood something.
"Your grandson is gone too?"
This sentence made the old lady's pupils widen instantly, and the whole person trembled uncontrollably.
Her grandson...
Obviously, her family and Old Master Song were not direct relatives, but that year, whenever a child died in the Song family, her grandson would also die, just because she married Old Master Song's younger brother that year, and the two families had the same roots and could not be separated.
Later, Old Master Song finally realized the problem belatedly and immediately sold the house.
But despite this, there was still no way to stop this curse-like existence. Until all the grandchildren in the family died, Mr. Song was alone with the huge wealth, but he still couldn't have another child.
Mr. Song was determined to destroy the house, but even if he only destroyed one wall, he would suffer a heavy loss by abandoning the wealth accumulated by his children and grandchildren.
Mr. Song had no children and was unwilling to lose his only wealth, so he had to restore the house to its original appearance.
At the same time, in order to ensure that every subsequent owner would not destroy the house, he also wrote in the contract that the layout and decoration of the house must not be changed without authorization. At the same time, he spent money to buy another villa nearby so that the old lady could keep an eye on it all the time...