I have a paradise

"Mr. Wang doesn't believe this, right." Li Zhongshan smiled: "To be honest, I didn't believe it either. Later..." Wang Yi looked at the 50-year-old in a Tang suit standing behind Li Zhongshan in a cardigan. That's the thing about the appearance of the man, the master's demeanor is not obvious, maybe the real person is not showing the face.

"He Buyi, Feng Shui learnt from the Commoner School." The old man introduced himself.

"This Master He is a famous master on Hong Kong Island." Li Zhongshan said.

"Fortunate to meet you." Wang Yi was polite, obviously without any intention of getting to know each other.

Then everyone chatted casually for a while, and then Li Zhongshan left.

Wang Yi sent these people away somehow.

After leaving Wang Yi's house, after Li Zhongshan thanked the director of Baoqiang Village, he took the bodyguard and the Feng Shui master and left and returned to the car.

"Master He, what do you think of the Feng Shui of the Wang Family?" Li Zhongshan lay on his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

He Buyi said: "The feng shui of their house is ordinary, it should be just like what he said, don't believe in feng shui."

"I asked, their family was not rich in the village before, and it changed this year. I can't think of the reason for such a big change in such a short time."

Li Zhongshan continued to ask, "Could it be the Feng Shui of their family's ancestral grave?"

"Possibly, tomorrow we will go to the place of their ancestral grave." He Buyi nodded and said.

Li Zhongshan nodded, and then continued to close his eyes and rest his mind. As Li Zhongshan who left his hometown before liberation, his memory of his hometown has become very vague. He didn't have deep feelings for this place, otherwise he would not leave at all. It's been 70 years before I want to come back and have a look.

And there is a reason to come back this time. He was arrested at the age of seventeen and then retreated to the other side of the strait with Chang. He should have been the most miserable soldier, but he is clever, there is a saying It's a good thing. He was armed with a weapon and killed himself. What's more, he still had a gun in his hand. Taking advantage of the turmoil when retreating, he secretly robbed a shop and used dozens of silver dollars as capital.

When it comes to Taiwan Island, it is also a black face. After decades of development, it has grown to the point where it is worth billions of dollars today.Although his journey was difficult, it can be said that it went smoothly, but in the past two years, some changes have occurred, and things have gradually started to go wrong.

It was also at this time that he met this He Buyi, the Feng Shui master who was living on Hong Kong Island. After learning about Li Zhongshan, he told him, "How long has it been since I have been taking care of my ancestor?"

At this time, Li Zhongshan's heart trembled before he remembered. Since he left home, he has never returned.Some people like to replenish the brain. Li Zhongshan was half skeptical of Feng Shui, but after a period of brainwashing by He Buyi, he became very convinced of Feng Shui.

In the past, I didn’t come back because I couldn’t go back. My ancestors were considerate. Now I can’t go back if I don’t come back. My ancestors have opinions on him.

After understanding this, Li Zhongshan immediately asked He Buyi to return home with him to worship the ancestors.But after returning to his hometown, while chatting with the village director, I accidentally heard that a rich man had appeared in the village recently. Li Zhongshan couldn't help but remembered it in his heart, and then he got rid of the village chief and took him to get to know him. He wants to go to the bottom.

He Buyi naturally knew that Wang Yi did not have any feng shui at home, and he was the most feng shui master. How could he not know that feng shui was actually a kind of comfort medicine, but naturally he would not say it because he relied on this business to eat. The fat sheep came, and it took so much effort to flick Li Zhongshan over. He fiddled with him a few times, enough for him to eat and drink for half his life.

In their business, they have to make a noise at the beginning, and then lie to you for money. These are all basic routines.

"Master He, I will rely on the master for that matter, and Li must be thankful afterwards!"

"Mr. Li is polite!" He Buyi Baoxiang was solemn, but he was already happy.

Feng Shui serves the wealthy businessmen, and then it's gone.In fact, Feng Shui is only talked about when you have money. If there is no money, there is a fart of Feng Shui!

Although there is no emperor’s house now, there are countless wealthy businessmen everywhere. It can be said that the market for Feng Shui Xiangshu is still very large, but it is not easy to make money. The reputation must be big and the mouth must be good. As far as Feng Shui is concerned, Surgery, that's just the basics.

What is slogan, slogan is also known as slogan. If the slogan is not good in Feng Shui's profession, no matter how good it is, it will be useless. If you encounter a good slogan, you can kill you. Think about Zhuge Liang and scold Wang Lang The scene.

The second day was the second day of the Lunar New Year. Wang Yi did not go to hang out with relatives, but was going to see the excitement. The Li family entered the village early this morning. Compared with yesterday, more people came today, except for Li Zhongshan. In addition, there are several of his grandchildren, but one of his sons also came.

The group of people went up the mountain with various sacrifices, and of course Wang Yi also followed.

The ancestral grave of the Li family is at the back of the village. This one is also the cemetery of the whole village. Under the guidance of He Buyi, Li Zhongshan came down to a small mound full of weeds. The grave was ruined, and even the sealing soil on it was almost gone. It's not that there is a crooked stone monument in front of the tomb, almost no one recognizes it as a tomb.

"Mr. Li, this is it." He Buyi said, pointing to the grave.

Li Zhongshan looked sad, walked to the grave step by step, and then stood still.

At this moment, with a "clang", two blue bricks that sealed the tomb suddenly fell from the old tomb.

The bricks and bones rolled to the foot of Li Zhongshan. Li Zhongshan suddenly felt cold all over his body, his body was erected, and his body was sweating...

The two legs seemed to have rooted all at once, the calves trembled violently, and the tall and straight body squatted down at this moment. The movements that could have been easily completed looked like a machine that had been in disrepair, turning little by little, with eyes begging. Looking at He Buyi, there was a hint of crying in his tone: "Master~"

He Buyi Baoxiang is solemn and unmoved: "Kneel!"

Li Zhongshan didn't hesitate, his stiff body just knelt down at this moment, and the movement was like running clouds and flowing water, as if he had rehearsed countless times, without the slightest smoke.

With a blank expression on his face, Master He continued to sing: "Sacrifice~" The voice was mellow, which was very ritual.