Feng Shui Emperor

Chapter 18
"A young man like you approached me before." Yang Zhengguo said slowly.

"Professed to be a Feng Shui master, but he left after looking at it."

"Then you are so sure that I am a Feng Shui master?" Qin Feng asked back, still a little puzzled in his heart.

Of course, the one who was more puzzled was the young man that Lao Yang mentioned.

"Ordinary young people would not ask me that." At this moment, Yang Zhengguo's eyes flickered with a kind of Confucianism.

Qin Feng was silent for a few seconds.

From Yang Zhengguo's expression, he drew some conclusions.

First of all, Lao Yang is not an ordinary country old man, and he is not too surprised that he is a Feng Shui master.

In general, country people don't call Feng Shui masters, but Earth Immortals.

Second, from Lao Yang's eyes, Qin Feng noticed that there is still a story in it.

Things are not as simple as they appear on the surface.

Think about it, no matter how a family encounters natural and man-made disasters, it is impossible for such a situation to occur.

Even an ordinary person can sense abnormalities.

Yang Zhengguo probably knew in his heart that he had provoked something unclean.

Qin Feng restrained his thoughts, looked at Yang Zhengguo, and asked, "Old man, do you believe in fate?"

Hearing Qin Feng's words, Yang Zhengguo's expression was slightly abnormal. He glanced at Qin Feng, sighed, and returned heavily; "I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it, hey!"

"The five elements restrain each other, hit the last one, go east and west, and the middle palace is purple and black. Is that right?" Qin Feng said again.

When Yang Zhengguo heard this, he was shocked on the spot.

Looking at Qin Feng in disbelief, these four sentences and sixteen characters were told to him by a fortune teller a few years ago.

Of course, when he heard this, Yang Zhengguo scolded the fortune teller.

In fact, no matter who it is, they will never talk to each other if they are said to be extinct.

This is why Yang Zhengguo said just now [I didn’t believe it before, but I believe it now. 】The reason.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Zhengguo said, "Dare to ask the little master's name?"

"Miangui's surname is Qin."

"Master Qin, you are a capable person, save my Yang family! As long as I can do it, I, Lao Yang, will never hesitate." Yang Zhengguo's eyes shone with hope.

He is confident that he has never seen the young man in front of him, and the fortune teller a few years ago must have nothing to do with this young man.

The most important thing is that he didn't tell anyone about the comments given by the fortune teller back then. The fortune teller also wandered here and left after visiting the Nanyue Temple.

And this young man was able to say those sixteen words in one sentence, in his eyes, he was definitely the kind of capable person.

Qin Feng didn't agree immediately, but began to think about it.

He has his own judgment, and there must be a reason for taking the initiative to meddle this time.

But he is still thinking about a question, that is, whether it is worth it.

Fengshui monks can judge fengshui, if it is ordinary fengshui, and the cause and effect are not big, then most of them will use the form of hexagrams to break the cause and effect.

This is like, some feng shui masters only charge a fixed amount of money for watching feng shui.

Some feng shui masters choose someone according to feng shui, and they must meet certain conditions before accepting.

Some feng shui masters also have some strange requirements when looking at feng shui.

These, in fact, follow some indescribable factors.

After thinking for a while, Qin Feng finally made a decision.

"One hundred thousand hexagrams of gold, and one request." Qin Feng said solemnly.

Yang Zhengguo heard about it and asked, "What request?"

"I want that thing." Qin Feng said indifferently, paused for a moment, and spoke again; "Protect the blood of your Yang family to pass on."

Yang Zhengguo hesitated.

He was shocked because he knew what Qin Feng was talking about.

hesitate.

hesitate.

Finally showed determination.

Looking at Qin Feng, he seemed to have made an important decision.

"Okay, I promise you, Master Qin, my Yang family is almost dead, and it's useless to keep that thing." Yang Zhengguo said through gritted teeth.

After getting an affirmative answer, Qin Feng smiled.

It seems that what he guessed was true.

That's right, Qin Feng is willing to meddle in his own business precisely because of that thing.

"Master Qin, please sit down first, I will call my eldest daughter-in-law to withdraw the money, and then it will be up to you, Master Qin." Yang Zhengguo stood up and said.

"Old Yang, by the way, help me prepare something!" Qin Feng said.

"Well, tell me, Master Qin." Yang Zhengguo nodded.

"One sheep, three black dogs, five fish tails, seven roosters, nine bundles of hemp rope, some incense money and candles. In addition, some irrelevant people outside should try to persuade them not to have too many outsiders." Qin Feng said.

"Okay! I'll arrange someone to do it now." Yang Zhengguo didn't say much, and agreed directly.

Yang Zhengguo walked out of the room to make arrangements.

Qin Feng began to think in the room.

During this trip to Nanyue, it was a surprise to meet Lao Yang's family.

He never thought that such a thing would happen.

The matter of Lao Yang's family is a little troublesome for Qin Feng.

But it can also be said to be an opportunity.

Of Lao Yang's family of more than ten members, five died.

Of the seven males, only Yang Zhengguo and his eldest son are left.

This is obviously going towards an unprecedented trend.

To put it another way, Lao Yang's family encountered dirty things, and they were not ordinary dirty things.

Regarding this point, Yang Zhengguo himself knew it well.

It can also be seen from the conversation just now.

Half an hour later, Yang Zhengguo returned to the room and said, "Master Qin, everything is ready."

Qin Feng nodded and followed the other party out of the room.

The Yang family was originally attending a funeral.

Those who came to help were all acquaintances. Although some people had doubts about Yang Zhengguo's arrangement, they didn't say anything.

Most of the people have already left.

Only the Yang family and a few monks who practiced rituals remained.

Rural customs, burials and funerals all require Taoist priests to be dojos, or monks to do ceremonies.

This is according to local custom.

It is also a traditional custom in China for thousands of years.

Even decades ago, the man in the temple advocated the old custom, but this custom is still maintained.

After all, the Chinese tradition is like this, the dead are the greatest.

A few relatives of the Yang family stayed behind to help, and the monks who did the work also looked at these relatives of the Yang family suspiciously.

Looking at the hemp rope in their hands, the black dog and the sheep they were leading, they looked puzzled.

Qin Feng glanced at the prepared things, nodded, and said to Yang Zhengguo, "Old Yang, open this door!"

He pointed to the dilapidated gate in the alley of Yang's old house.

The Yang family's old house has an old-fashioned courtyard layout. The old house was expropriated, and the demolition was only half done.

Before the front yard could be demolished, something like this happened to the Yang family.

Yang Zhengguo opened the door, and the backyard was in ruins, with broken bricks and tiles all over the ground.

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