Jing Xingzhi’s Daily Life in Ancient Times

What Jing Xingzhi desired was an immediate resolution.

This pattern would draw death energy to afflict the owner. Altering one or two locations could create a new Feng Shui situation, attracting malevolent energy, manipulating the scenery, and making it challenging for someone to control himself.

When death energy entered the body, it damaged the lifeline, essentially shortening one’s life. The malevolent spirit directly impacts the brain and body, with more pronounced effects. Whether the malevolent spirit entered the body due to one’s own misfortune or someone else’s actions was another matter to be discussed.

Jing Xingzhi retrieved a handful of copper plates and a pack of thin needles. He initially approached the exposed pillar outside the door, channeling his true energy into his hands, and embedded three fine needles on the left and right into the large wooden pillars.

Moving to the door, he squatted down and punched seven copper coins into the ground in front of the door.

The thin needles broke the protective energy of the house’s pillars, and in an instant, the wind blew vigorously, seemingly filling the entire house.

Despite its size, the house lacked wind, and the wind’s flow dispersed the hovering life. The lotus leaves in the pond suddenly withered by three points. Upon closer inspection, the greenery of the tree leaves appeared bleak and dull.

The seven copper coins on the ground served a supporting role, fortifying the Feng Shui arrangement and attracting Yin energy to create a balance against the malevolent energy.

As for the source of the malevolent spirit?

Jing Xingzhi was unapologetic. Jing family’s house had a beautiful lotus pond, and at night, one could see fish leisurely swimming in the clear water. Thus, the lotus pond was teeming with living water!

Most of the waterways in the streets were updated every few years and documented in the county’s geographical annals.

The scholar, fond of reading, had naturally perused geography. According to his recollection, the waterway near this house connected to the branches of the river outside. It was a sizable river, and the undercurrent would claim a few lives every year. It had enough resentment inside the water.

After arranging the Feng Shui pattern at the front door, Jing Xingzhi moved to the master bedroom and repeated the secret arrangements with fine needles and copper coins. The house’s Feng Shui dominance, combined with these two subtle maneuvers – one outside and one inside – intensified the pattern that consumed the owner.

As he buried the last copper plate in the ground, Jing Xingzhi sensed a surge of cold wind beside him. The yin and malevolent energy mixed in the cold wind furrowed his brow.

This was the first time someone had provoked him so harshly, and it marked the first time Jing Xingzhi had acted so ruthlessly.

After a brief contemplation, he visited the servants’ room and Jing Weizhi’s son Jing Dabao’s dwelling, securing protective measures outside their residences.

This time, Jing Xingzhi showed no mercy, fearing that the outcome would be revealed within a single night. Under such a Feng Shui configuration, occupants in the same house would inevitably be affected.

Having completed his work, Jing Xingzhi departed and returned to the inn. Shortly after his departure, lightning flashed in the sky, followed by thunder and rain.

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Drowsily asleep, Jing Weizhi suddenly felt a chill. He kicked Lan Cao: “It’s too cold. Go get a quilt!”

Their family only employed two people, one person for a cook and a servant.

Fetching a quilt was such a trivial matter—something Jing Weizhi usually handled himself. However, today, after visiting Jingjia Village, Lan Cao had vanished in an instant, leaving Jing Weizhi to endure a beating alone. This made Jing Weizhi realize Lan Cao’s unreliability. She spoke of how important he was, yet she only wanted to share joys and not sorrows!

Despite the severe beating during the day, Jing Weizhi harbored resentment towards Lan Cao. If only Lan Cao had been willing to help, he wouldn’t have suffered so much.

There was no way both of them could have escaped, at least, she should have protected him against those men!

Jing Weizhi kicked Lan Cao, but she remained unmoved. Jing Weizhi shook her: “Get up! Go get the quilt!”

“Ugh, I’m dizzy,” mumbled Lan Cao, feeling groggy and unwilling to move.

What dizzy!! It was him who got beaten!

Even more enraged after hearing this, Jing Weizhi, suffering from pain all over his body, couldn’t comprehend Lan Cao’s complaint about dizziness

Jing Weizhi, filled with disgust, delivered a swift kick to Lan Cao’s buttocks, declaring, “If you don’t take the quilt, don’t even think about coming up to sleep!”

With those words, Lan Cao crashed to the ground, feeling the cold beneath her.

Amidst tears, Lan Cao, realizing Jing Weizhi’s anger, reluctantly decided to follow his order. Despite her dizziness, she grabbed a thick quilt. However, Jing Weizhi, in a forceful move, claimed the entire quilt for himself, leaving Lan Cao with no choice but to hug herself and drift into sleep.

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The following day, Jing Erniu, rising early, initially forgot he wasn’t at home but in an inn. He looked at the room next door which was still closed, assuming young people preferred to sleep in, he headed out for breakfast, intending to bring some back for the young couple.

As Jing Erniu entered a steamed bun shop, he encountered an unusual scene. The breakfast shop was empty, and a crowd had gathered at the intersection. Perplexed, he wondered what could be more exciting than food.

Inquiring in a steamed bun shop, he shouted, “Boss, boss! Are the steamed buns still for sale?” The shop owner, caught up in the crowd’s excitement, appeared thrilled, seemingly on the verge of commenting on a man and woman surrounded by the crowd.

The wife, also the bun shop owner, forcefully shoved the bun shop owner aside, urging him to sell buns while declaring, “I’ll handle this!”

Resignedly, the bun shop owner returned to his shop and asked Jing Erniu, “Brother, how many do you want? Our buns are hearty—two meat buns for three cents, and one-cent vegetarian buns with minced meat. Give me six meat buns, split into three portions. Take two with you, and one with minced meat. Enjoy one portion now.”

Jing Erniu, observing the size of the buns, ordered two per person. The boss swiftly packed the buns, tying the paper bag with a rope.

After the purchase, Jing Erniu inquired, “Boss, what’s the commotion about?”

The boss explained, “It’s Boss Jing from the cloth shop. He and his wife had a public spat from their house to the cross street. They nearly fell into the river if the crowd hadn’t intervened.”

“Why were they fighting?” Jing Erniu asked, wide-eyed.

“I’m not sure, but he seemed crazy, shouting about seeing his mother. Their clothes were all messy,” the boss replied.

As soon as Jing Erniu heard it, he rushed into the crowd.

The boss hurriedly shouting at him, “Money! You haven’t pay it yet!”

But Jing Erniu had a bad temper, he didn’t care about it anymore. He just wanted to see the chaotic scene. He relied on his big size and moved forward into the inner circle, he could see

Half of Jing Weizhi’s clothes fell off and his hair were messy while his eyes were red, he slapped Lan Cao’s face, “Mother! Don’t come at me. It has nothing to do with me. I don’t have money to treat you, it was this bitch who hid the money. Go find her! Go to her!”

Lan Cao huddled up and stretched out her hands to scratch Jing Weizhi, “Don’t come here. old widower, you are already dead. It was your son who wanted you to die!”

Jing Weizhi screamed and rolling around on the ground.

The crowd was boiling while watching. After listening, they immediately understood what happened.

Jing Weizhi said that it was Lan Cao who killed his mother but Lan Cao said it was her husband who wanted it. She had nothing to do with it.

No one believed Jing Weizhi, it was a small house not a mansion. How could he didn’t know about his wife’s thing?

Besides, the two-couple had good relationship with each other. No one would shout about ghost if they didn’t feel guilty.

As for Lan Cao, no one believed her. Jing Weizhi’s mother died of illness, many people knew no one would die suddenly from illness unless they didn’t want to save people.

If she was really desperate to save them, there was a house or lands she could sell.

Jing Weizhi, typically a good person in his daily life. After the people in Jingjia Village made trouble, Jing Weizhi created a lie about experienced fraud and deceived by someone.

People in the town were moving around, half of them didn’t know the details and half knew about it. Now, that he was making a fuss, screaming on the street, everyone in the town came out to watch the fun.

Jing Erniu, reveling in the spectacle, looked at the sky, then at the tumultuous scene below. He laughed and exclaimed, “Retribution has its way! They’re not innocent—first killing their mother, now facing the consequences!”

Mocking Jing Weizhi and Lan Cao, Jing Erniu kicked Jing Weizhi’s buttocks, expressing his disdain. Content with the situation, he planned to share the news with the little scholar and Fang Ge’er.

However, curious onlookers stopped Jing Erniu, eager for more details, “Brother, do you know them? What is going on?”

Angrily, he explained, “They’re two unfilial people. They let their mother die, took the money, and sent my brother to the countryside. They even tried selling my sister-in-law. Our ancestors’ spirits intervened, exposing their misdeeds!” Jing Erniu said in one breath.

Released from the crowd, Jing Erniu resumed his journey, steamed buns in hand.

The bun shop owner reminded him, “Brother, your steamed buns! I’ll rewrap them to keep them warm.”

“Look at my head, I forgot about you. Six meat buns cost nine cents, right?” Jing Erniu paid and continued, realizing he could enjoy the buns while walking.

Taking a bite, he smiled, savoring the excitement along with the delicious steamed buns. “So delicious! This bun is a real treat!” he exclaimed.