Bring home the national male god of the fast-passing system

Chapter 845: Beaulieu Holy Infant (44)

If Jiang Fu didn't die, then it was the ghost mother (Ming Xiao) who died!

Thinking of this, Linghu Lan couldn't help but secretly sighed. In the game of love, even though Ming Xiao had the chance to be reborn, he still couldn't beat Jiang Fu.

Jiang Fu should not be underestimated.

After finishing all this work, Linghu Lan sent a message to Father Shen, and took the egg with her, and set off for Kunwu Mountain by car.

She really wanted to go by plane, but with an egg, she couldn't pass the security check at all...

After staggering on the bus for three or four days, I finally arrived at Kunwu Mountain.

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Kunwu Mountain.

High into the sky.

In this season, there are a lot of tourists coming and going, and many people come here to cool off.

I transferred to a tourist bus on Linghulan Road, and as soon as I got off the bus, people surrounded me and asked if I wanted a tour guide.

Linghu Lan thought for a while, found a guide who looked very smart, took the cable car up the mountain together, and walked all the way up the mountain when there was no cable car.

The tour guide’s name was Ba Hai, and he planned to introduce places of interest, historical sites, myths and legends along the way, but he didn’t expect that this tourist would not cooperate at all, and just walked forward with his head covered. Ba Hai thought for a while and said, “Miss Shen, you You're not here for a trip, are you?"

Linghu Lan smiled, "How did you see that?"

Batu grinned: "We are tour guides, and we have seen all kinds of tourists. Seeing that you don't care about the surrounding scenery at all, I know that you are not here for tourism. There must be other things To do."

"What do you think I look like?"

"Every year we have people who collect herbs, travel freely, watch Fengshui, dig treasures, all kinds of people."

"Fengshui people also come here? What's the use of looking at Fengshui here? Do you really want to be buried here? The country doesn't allow it?"

"Miss Shen, you don't know about that." Batu smiled naively, but there was a sly light in his eyes. "The country does not allow it. It is true that cremation is the only option now, but money can make ghosts grind the millstones. There must be a place to put the ashes. The rich buy a cemetery and bury them in it. The rich are more particular about it." , Find a place with good Feng Shui to bury, and pay more attention to it. Although you are not an emperor and general, but you have the wealth of princes and nobles, it is not difficult to find a dragon vein to bury. The best dragon vein in the world is Kunwu Mountain. Therefore, in the past few years, many rich people have invited a Feng Shui master to find a treasure land on Kunwu Mountain and bury the ashes so that future generations can be blessed. How to die, don't you think?"

Linghu Lan couldn't help laughing, 360 lines, the number one in every line, Ba Hai can definitely be fooled in the tour guide.

"Then according to you, where do they usually bury people?"

Bahai pointed to the mountain peak to the north, and said, "Did you see it? That's Xiaoye Peak. According to Feng Shui, there is a golden dragon with a very strong dragon spirit, and there is a Tianlun Lake next to it. It hides wind and absorbs water. Wealth and wealth, it goes down with the help of Daye Peak and Yulong Peak, bears the brunt, has friends to help, good fortune, and then meets the Munan River, walks against the current, does not follow the tide, and the fortune is even more prosperous, in short , Eight out of ten of the Feng Shui masters I brought led people to Xiaoyefeng."

Linghu Lan looked at Xiaoye Peak, and it was true that the mountain was tall and straight, and it seemed to have a peaceful atmosphere.She thought for a while and said, "Do you still know Feng Shui?"

"Hahaha, that's not true."

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