At 7:30 in the evening, Manhattan, New York.
As the night deepened, the city lights began to light up, and the colorful lights coated the exterior walls of the high-rise buildings with a layer of cold light. At the intersection of Seventh Avenue and West 42nd Street, there was a constant flow of cars and few people, but the streets seemed particularly quiet.
Lin Fang stood at the corner of the street, wearing a black Zhongshan suit, with a solemn expression. He looked at the ancient Gothic church in front of him-the Church of Saint Luke, frowning, holding a pen holder-shaped copper in his hand, which was slowly rotating. He did not rush to enter, but stood in place and secretly pinched a hexagram.
"Zhen on top and Gen on the bottom, it is the hexagram of Xiaoguo... Fengshan Xiaoguo."
Lin Fang recited in a low voice, his eyes like lightning, sweeping the momentum of the wind outlet outside the church, and nodded slowly after a moment.
"The Yang Qi is too strong, the mountain is blocked, and the underground dragon Qi is intermittent... What a dragon vein that has been suppressed by humans."
His eyes were deep, and he squinted at the towering spire of the church, his expression becoming more and more solemn.
This is not an ordinary religious place, but a "feng shui lock" that is deliberately designed to cover the oriental dragon vein with Western architecture.
Lin Fang thought about it and recalled the secret order he received from the AMSP special service team yesterday
"In the past six months, the Holy Road Church has frequently shown abnormalities. Believers have hallucinations, holy images are bleeding, water pipes burst for no reason, and there are sounds underground... The building inspection has found nothing, and Western witchcraft has no solution. Mr. Lin, please come out of the mountain, you are our last hope."
Lin Fang sneered: "The last choice? That's because you don't understand the weight of oriental magic."
He stood with his hands behind his back, letting the evening breeze roll up his robe, his eyes shining brightly.
If we don't stop here, there may be a deeper situation buried underground.
At 8 o'clock in the evening, in a dark stone room in the back hall of the church, the oil lamp flickered and the light and shadow were blurred.
A priest in his fifties came up, wearing a white robe, with a pale face and a strong German accent:
"Mr. Lin, we really can't find an explanation... Can you please take a look yourself?"
Lin Fang nodded lightly: "I don't believe in the Lord, but I believe in the way of yin and yang in heaven and earth."
The priest smiled awkwardly, "God, the way of heaven... I just hope that this place is safe and sound."
Lin Fang didn't reply, but turned his wrist to take out a compass made of black copper, with snake eye cinnabar embedded in the center. The gold needle rotated in the Qian position, flickered and stopped, and suddenly trembled violently when it entered the lower level of the church!
"The evil spirit is blocked, the earth veins are looped... This is not a naturally formed air outlet, but a reverse vein lock situation."
He walked steadily towards the main altar, glanced, and stopped in front of the seemingly ordinary cross foundation stone just below the altar. Lin Fang knelt down, touched the stone surface with his right hand, frowned, and whispered:
"There is something hidden under the stone, three inches in direction, eight trigrams symmetrical, copper device... This is not a holy object, but a Chinese amulet to ward off evil."
The priest's face suddenly changed: "How do you know?"
Lin Fang raised his head, his eyes like a knife: "I am not looking at the surface, but the aura. Under the will of heaven, things change with the situation. This amulet has nothing to do with your church, but a situation set by a knowledgeable sorcerer."
He took out several tools from the cloth bag on his waist:
Three cinnabar coins, a yellow rosewood ruler, two black and white ink lines, and a string of thin red ropes tied with a few bronze beads.
"I want to start the formation."
Lin Fang's eyes were calm, but revealed a sense of majesty, as if he was the master of luck here and now.
At eleven o'clock in the evening, the church was closed to the public. Lin Fang stayed alone in the main hall to set up the formation. It was silent all around, with only the rustling sound of the church's flower windows.
He followed the directions of the innate eight trigrams, used cinnabar coins as the "moving point", and the yellow wooden ruler as the "measurement of the situation", drew out the yin and yang ink lines, and laid out the "Fengshan Xiaoguo·Emergency Locking Qi Bureau". Every stroke, every step, every inch, all contained the principle of deduction.
"Zhendong is the main, Genbei is the auxiliary, Yanghui is the screen, and Yinxie is the reverse... If this eye is blocked directly, the earth vein will backfire, which will cause greater shocks; it is necessary to take advantage of the situation to return the qi and guide the evil spirit to flow back."
Lin Fang was calm and focused, drawing the talisman, holding the pen in his right hand like a blade, and drew a "Yang-shrinking and Evil-inducing Returning talisman" in the center of the compass, and then slammed it into the crack of the earth.
"Suppress!"
In an instant, the ground of the main hall of the church shook slightly, and the Yin flow like a dragon's breath rose up, and was immediately firmly blocked by Lin Fang's formation.
"Dangdangdang--"
Twelve bells rang in the distant bell tower. Lin Fang took a long breath, opened his eyes and looked at the rose window on the ceiling, his expression solemn:
"The situation is stable, but it is only temporarily suspended."
He stood up and looked at the dark church ceiling.
"The dragon vein is originally a blessed land. If it is guided by the right method, it can guard one side and benefit ten miles. But someone here deliberately set up a reverse situation to lock the cave, cutting off the vitality in the ground, just like sealing the mother's throat."
Lin Fang's tone was cold: "This is changing fate against the will of heaven, and it is trying to cut off the feng shui of one side!"
He did not break the situation, but temporarily locked the qi. Because he understood that once he acted without authorization, the consequences would be unpredictable, and he had to find out the whole story first.
The next morning, Lin Fang went to the AMSP branch to read the archives.
He checked the church history and found that the Holy Road Church was built in 1857, but its foundation was the remains of an armory during the Anglo-American War as early as 1820. It is rumored that soldiers went crazy and died in groups underground, but no one has verified it so far.
Lin Fang flipped through old newspapers and architectural drawings, and finally found the key point on a yellowed construction drawing:
- In 1983, a Chinese engineer named "Huo Wenzhong" participated in the underground reconstruction of the church. On his drawing, a hand-painted mark of "Tai Chi Diagram Seal" was left in the sealed area in the southeast corner.
"Tai Chi Diagram... This is the seal of the dragon."
Lin Fang's face was solemn, and he murmured: "Huo Wenzhong..."
He immediately called Moran, the contact person of the special service team: "I want to check all the information about Huo Wenzhong in your archives, the sooner the better."
At noon, in the AMSP archives in New York.
Lin Fang stood in front of the dusty old-fashioned filing cabinet and turned out a Chinese immigrant document.
Huo Wenzhong: Shanghai native, went to the United States in 1949, a former US military engineering consultant, disappeared in 1983, and the last project record was "Reinforcement of the underground structure of the Holy Road Church".
And in a military memorandum that had long been sealed, Lin Fang's eyes widened
Huo Wenzhong was the sworn brother of his master Lin Tiangang!
There was even a sentence with ink stains on the memorandum:
"Eastern techniques should not be abused by Westerners. The eye of the dragon vein should not be controlled, but can only be protected."
Lin Fang slowly closed the file, his eyes flashed, and his fists clenched unconsciously.
"It turns out... my master disappeared that year, not because he accidentally entered the black game, but because he took the initiative to hide and protect the vital point of this place."
That night, Lin Fang returned to the church, entered the closed southeast corner with an order, and gently lifted a stone slab
Sure enough, there was a half-buried bronze mirror under the floor tile, with the Yin-Yang Bagua engraved on the mirror, the bronze color was simple and had been sealed for a long time. On the back of the mirror, one can vaguely discern the eight characters of ancient Chinese:
"This mirror can suppress evil spirits, and those who are not saints are evil. Successors, be careful not to touch the Qi Eye."
Lin Fang knelt down, gently stroked the bronze mirror, and closed his eyes for a long time.
He did not break the situation, but on top of the original situation, he laid three Qi-inducing circular arrays, allowing the earth veins to breathe slowly, like an old man regulating his breath, long and inexhaustible.
"It is harder to defend than to break."
He whispered, slowly stood up, looked back at the twisted and dark church rose window, and it seemed that a gaze was cast from the void, whispering softly:
"You are here... Finally someone is willing to defend this breath."
When Lin Fang left the church, the night sky in New York was heavy and the stars were sparse.
He looked back and murmured, "This is the first battle, neither won nor lost... but I have made up my mind."
Guard Feng Shui, guard the Qi veins, guard my Eastern secrets, and not give up an inch of land.
Not far away, on the top of a tall building, a dark shadow lurked, and a man stared at the church and said slowly:
"Lin Fang...finally showed up."