Water is wealth, and if Qiantang cannot retain water, it cannot retain wealth.
West Lake is the treasure eye of Qiantang. The water of the Qiantang River, flowing through Fuchun River, is "locked" in Qiantang by eight bridges.
But having wealth without being able to keep it is also not good. This coincidentally echoes the previously mentioned Kun Dragon Vein, borrowing the momentum of the Kun Dragon Vein to suppress the wealth of West Lake!
Under such divine craftsmanship, Qiantang's natural feng shui pattern dictates that this city is extraordinary.
"Besides the naturally formed Kun Dragon Vein and the West Lake treasure eye, some artificially altered feng shui formations are also crucial. The eight bridges I mentioned are all located at formation eyes. I imagine Qiantang must have consulted experts during its initial planning."
After Yan Shouyi's analysis, Han San and the others had a preliminary understanding of Qiantang's layout and nodded in praise.
They praised both Qiantang's powerful feng shui and Yan Shouyi's sharp insight.
Wei Changqing remained silent, but his eyes said it all. He was astonished by how young Yan Shouyi was and yet had achieved such mastery in the art of feng shui, understanding Qiantang's feng shui patterns so thoroughly.
"According to what you're saying, Brother Yan, that splash of water the Dragon King bestowed upon me earlier was actually a breath of wealth? After all, it's West Lake water!" Long Feicheng laughed.
Weng Qianxiang added, "Exactly, exactly. I suggest you take another bath in the water to try and absorb more wealth."
"Your thinking is flawed. How much wealth can you absorb from a bath?" Long Feicheng stood up and began to unbuckle his belt. "I'm going to pee in West Lake, merge with it, achieve a state of 'you in me, me in you'!"
Everyone was stunned by Long Feicheng's train of thought. Yan Shouyi quickly stopped him, lest they be blacklisted by the scenic spot on their first visit to West Lake!
However, he stopped Long Feicheng but could not stop Han San and Weng Qianxiang. With a splash, the two imbeciles began to relieve themselves.
Yan Shouyi's head immediately ached.
"I never expected to have three of you by my side... Crouching Dragons, Hidden Phoenixes, and a Young Qilin. If only I had a Sleeping Tiger, I would be complete!"
Long Feicheng, holding up his belt, shouted, "Brother Yan, don't stop me, I want to get rich too!"
Weng Qianxiang burst into laughter and yelled, "Thank you, Dragon King, for the meal!"
Splash!
The boat suddenly lurched, and a wave splashed onto Weng Qianxiang and Han San's faces.
The two were startled, then quickly pulled up their pants and gagged over the side of the boat.
Half of that splash was their essence!
Yan Shouyi turned around and released his grip. "Little Long, you can go. I won't stop you."
Long Feicheng quietly pulled up his belt. "I think getting rich can wait."
The boatman, seeing Han San and Weng Qianxiang's predicament, showed a knowing smile.
Yan Shouyi knew the boatman was up to something, but he didn't intend to make a fuss. Han San and Weng Qianxiang peeing into West Lake deserved to be teased. A few more such pranks would teach them to behave.
Finally, everyone got off the cruise boat. As Weng Qianxiang disembarked, he gave West Lake the middle finger.
The group found an open-air tea house by West Lake, ordered a pot of West Lake Longjing, and discussed their next steps while admiring the scenery.
Yan Shouyi chose to come to Qiantang with a plan. There were two disciples of folk cults in Qiantang, and the information about them was quite clear, making them relatively easy to find.
Secondly, after finding these two disciples, Yan Shouyi could proceed to Lishan to investigate the so-called perilous area and try to locate the whereabouts of the State Preceptor.
As for Han San, who was traveling with them, Yan Shouyi was unsure of his mission in Qiantang.
When asked, Han San did not hide anything and directly said:
"The crematorium in the northern suburbs of Qiantang City has been experiencing strange occurrences recently, and several people have even gone missing. The nearby villagers are in a panic and have asked our Mount Mao sect for help. My master has therefore ordered me to investigate it on my way back to the mountain."
"As soon as the word 'crematorium' comes up, something must have happened. It's either ghosts or zombies," Long Feicheng analyzed expertly.
Yan Shouyi glanced at Long Feicheng. "You know so much about it, why don't you go and deal with it with Han San tonight?"
"This... ahem, wouldn't that be inappropriate? I don't want to steal Han the Sycophant's thunder," Long Feicheng lowered his head guiltily.
Han San took a sip of Longjing and said slowly, "My matter is not urgent."
"Why?"
"The strange occurrences there only happen on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. Tomorrow is the fifteenth, so it's not too late to investigate tomorrow night."
Yan Shouyi pondered. "Since that's the case, let's handle our business first. Let me see the roster..."
Just as Yan Shouyi was flipping through the roster, someone behind him shouted with immense joy, "Brother Yan! Holy crap, it's really Brother Yan!!"
Yan Shouyi turned around in surprise and saw a young person wearing sunglasses and a tank top, dressed in a rather androgynous manner, running towards him excitedly.
As the person approached, they took off their sunglasses, looked Yan Shouyi over carefully, then jumped up with joy and couldn't help but hug Yan Shouyi, exclaiming in a sweet, girlish voice:
"Oh my goodness! Brother Yan, it's really you! I never expected us to meet again!"
"Damn, this is a major zero-flow event!" Weng Qianxiang exclaimed.
Seeing how enthusiastic the person was towards Yan Shouyi, Han San couldn't help but whisper to Long Feicheng, "Little Long, could Brother Yan have some unknown preferences that we don't know about?"
Long Feicheng asked, "Why do you ask?"
"If Brother Yan likes men, then I'll have a chance with Goddess Lin!"
Long Feicheng sneered, "Han the Sycophant, give up on that idea. Even if my Brother Yan liked men, Sister-in-law would never leave him!"
Yan Shouyi, unable to bear it any longer, punched Long Feicheng. "Is that how you talk! I damn well like women!"
Then he pushed the young person away, maintaining a distance. "Who the hell are you?"
The young person pouted, patted Yan Shouyi's chest with annoyance, "You wicked thing, you've forgotten me so quickly! I'm Meng Te!"
"Meng Te?"
Yan Shouyi thought back carefully and seemed to recall something. Years ago, when he and his grandfather were traveling in Qiantang, they had helped a family move their ancestral graves. At that time, there was a boy around his age named Meng Te.
It was during the New Year, and they were of similar age, so they played with firecrackers every day. Under their hands, there wasn't a single intact cow dung within a ten-mile radius.
Yan Shouyi asked doubtfully, "Meng Te? You weren't like this before..."
"Now I've recognized my true self and changed my name to Meng Tejiao!" Meng Te shot Yan Shouyi a sideways glance.
Yan Shouyi trembled all over from this glance, his face turning pale. Long Feicheng and the others even took a few steps back.
Han San said fearfully, "A demon! Absolutely a demon! I've been catching ghosts for over a decade and have never encountered such a formidable opponent!"
Long Feicheng gritted his teeth. "I'm about to lose control. Someone stop me, or I'm going to lay hands on him!"
Everyone felt a bit repulsed by Meng Te. Yan Shouyi was about to appease them when he saw Meng Te turn around and wave, "Sisters, come and see, I've met an old friend!"
As soon as he spoke, several young women, dressed flamboyantly and sexily, clearly rich ladies, walked towards their group.
Seeing the beauties, Long Feicheng's eyes widened. He immediately stepped forward and gallantly extended his hand to Meng Te. "Hello, Meng Te. My name is Long Feicheng, my gender is male, my preference is female, I am currently single and longing to be loved. My parents passed away when I was young, and I don't mind being a live-in son-in-law. The children can take the mother's surname."
Han San and Weng Qianxiang, realizing what was happening, cursed Long Feicheng for being shameless and lewd, then quickly squeezed forward and vied to introduce themselves.
Yan Shouyi felt a surge of sweat behind them.
Truly, when women appear, brothers are forgotten!