Quite explosive!Boss, she started fortune telling again

Chapter 13 Northern Hengshui Bureau
Sang Luo saw that people in the live broadcast room expressed doubts one after another, and continued unhurriedly:

"Since you opened a new river channel three months ago and led the water from a big river in the village to your summer resort on the water, everything has been going wrong. First, the capital chain was broken, and then people died at the construction site, and then we talked for eight years. Year's girlfriend also broke up with you because of a long-distance relationship, didn't you?"

Sang Luo listed all the things that Chen Hao had experienced in the past three months, one by one. After hearing this, Chen Hao only felt his scalp go numb.

Like a puppet, he froze in place, only nodding dumbly.

So, all this was really done by his father?
Chen Hao slapped the table, pointed to the sky and asked, "Dad, why are you doing this? After you fell ill, I gave up my job with an annual salary of one million. When I came back, I took care of you day and night, and never complained. "

"Everyone in the village sees these things. Who doesn't praise me for being filial when they see me? Tell me, what are you doing all this?"

Sang Luo gave Chen Hao a blank look, "Do you still want to listen to me?"

Chen Hao knew that he was too emotional just now, so he put away his excitement, sat back on the bench, and smiled, "Master, please explain."

"Take your mobile phone and go around your father's graveyard, and I'll take a look."

Sang Luo suspected that there was a problem with the feng shui of the cemetery, and that Chen Hao's father would do this kind of behavior.

Chen Hao quickly responded, and walked towards his father's grave with his mobile phone.

【Exciting】

[The anchor won't let Chen Hao open the coffin, will he? 】

【Mom, I'm scared】

[Should there be a problem with Feng Shui in the cemetery? 】

After Chen Hao walked to the cemetery, he raised his mobile phone high and circled the lawn around the cemetery in a big circle.

After reading it, Sang Luo finally understood.

"You are such a filial son."

This was the first sentence Sang Luo said after seeing the situation of the cemetery.

Sun didn't understand the meaning behind Sang Luo's words, "Chen Haona is a well-known dutiful son in our village! When his father died, he spent more than 80 yuan on the funeral. He just asked Mr. Feng Shui to show his father the grave. It only cost 30."

【Poverty limits my imagination】

[Does the funeral alone cost more than 80 yuan? 】

[The coffin is made of nanmu, right?]

[80, I earn 15 years without eating or drinking]

Chen Hao elbowed Sun Ze away from the screen, frowned and asked, "Master, did I do something wrong to make my father angry?"

Sang Luo praised him as a filial son, and he could hear the irony behind it.

"You spent 30 yuan to find a Fengshui master, which is worth it, but you spent 300 million yuan to open a canal to divert water, which is not worth it."

Chen Hao was puzzled, "How do you say this?"

"The tomb where Mr. Feng Shui buried your father is called the Northern Hengshui Bureau. A big river flows from north to south, and the water flows from the Shengwang side to the tomb. , like a jade belt around the waist, held in front of the acupuncture point."

"Longhu has love on the left and right of the cemetery, and there are noble people standing in peaks. If these cemeteries are used, the future generations will continue to be rich and honored."

"But you opened a canal to divert water and broke this situation, which made everything go wrong for you later. If the grave is not moved, it may affect your own health in the future."

After Chen Hao listened to it, he suddenly realized that since he opened the canal to divert water, there have been many misfortunes. It turned out that he broke the tomb of his father's northern Hengshui Bureau with his own hands.

At this moment, Sun Ze moved closer to Chen Hao, revealing a sneaky eye with a smile in his eyes, "Master, why did his father pour water on his bed?"

"He opened a canal to drain water, and dug around his father's grave into a sieve, and his father's bones were already soaked in the puddle."

[It’s okay to dig into a sieve]

【What a well-known filial son in the village】

[Or cremation to save worry]

[I'm really afraid that my son will let me soak in puddles in the future]

[You let your father sleep in puddles every night, what's wrong with him pouring a few basins of water on you? 】

Sang Luo shook his head, "It's not that his father poured water on him every night. It's just because the yang house and the yin house have the same energy, and both of them have an effect on people's fortune and health. When the yin house accumulates water, his father wants to remind Chen Hao to pay attention to it." With this incident, the house Chen Hao lives in has returned to damp, so every morning you wake up with wet quilts."

Chen Hao nodded, "That's right, if someone really splashed water, I wouldn't wake up."He lowered his brows and pondered for a while, then frowned, "But the return of the tide is too strong! Every morning when I wake up, I feel like I can squeeze out a bowl of water from the quilt."

"Your father wants to be more gentle, but you don't pay attention to it. If he hadn't been more ruthless, you wouldn't have found me through the live broadcast room."

Chen Hao smiled embarrassedly, touched his forehead, and then his eyes lit up, "By the way, master. My father moved his grave. Can you help me choose a grave site? The price is negotiable."

[The anchor is about to make a fortune, the last Feng Shui master made 30 yuan by selecting a site]

[The anchor is gone, remember to start the live broadcast]

【I also want to see moving the grave】

【Agree! 】

【+1】

Sang Luo shook his head, "No."

She was in Rongcheng, and Chen Hao was too far away in Luocheng.

"Master, as long as you come, in addition to the due reward, I will cover the air ticket, accommodation, food and drink for the master."

"The feng shui master you invited last time is very reliable. I want to stay in the temple to receive pilgrims, and it is inconvenient to go to Los Angeles to be a congregation."

Hearing this, Chen Hao was a little frustrated, "Well, I will thank Master today."

Sang Luo waved his hand, "Small matter, that's all for today."

【It's over again】

【This is too fast】

【I can't get enough of it every time】

[I also want to count, I can't grab the lucky bag at all! 】

After speaking, Sang Luo was ready to broadcast live.

Sun Ze on the side hurriedly snatched the phone, "Wait a minute! Master! I have one thing, and I want to trouble you!"

Sang Luo directly refused: "Today's two hexagrams have been calculated, if you still want to do a fortune-telling, you can come to Cangyun Temple to find me."

Her own purpose is to make the incense in Guanli flourish, and besides, the money converted from the incense in Guannei is much more than her live broadcast.

Last time, An Ran made a direct income of [-] for a two-meter tall incense stick.

In fact, she has always wondered why her account is associated with this broken Taoist temple?
She was puzzled, and there were too many questions that she needed to solve one by one.

After the live broadcast, Sang Luo went to rest early.

On the second day, Sang Luo got up at four or five in the morning to clean up.

There are seven or eight shrines, a dining hall that can accommodate 50 people, a Buddhist scripture pavilion, and more than 30 huts for pilgrims and Taoist priests.

She is single and weak, and she hasn't finished cleaning for seven or eight days. After the incense is strong, it may be much easier to recruit some apprentices.

(End of this chapter)