Super Great Fortune Teller

Master Mu said with confidence on his face: "what's wrong with this Feng Shui bureau? Whether it's site selection or geomantic array, it's in line with the way of heaven! This boy is just trying to impress others! "

When Hu Dawen heard master Mu say this, he always felt a sense of uncertainty. After all, Wang Qian's firm attitude was in his eyes. Although he didn't care about the 100 million yuan, he didn't want to lose his face. But when you think about Wang Qian's age, his twenties look like high school students. What's his level?

"Well, since master Mu said there was no problem, then the Fengshui Bureau would certainly have no problem."

When master Mu heard Hu Dawen's words, he patted Hu Dawen on the shoulder and said, "don't worry, boss Hu! This Fengshui bureau is that there is no problem in finding any Fengshui masters to come to see it. Even if people from the Fengshui Masters Association come to see it

When Master Liu heard what master Mu said, his eyes lit up: "that's right! It's better to find a person from the geomancy Association. If Wang Qian loses, he won't default! "

Master Liu and master Mu are real feng shui masters. They seem to have found a handle on Wang Qian. The more they think about it, the more excited they are.

"Hum, two days ago, Han Feilin from the Feng Shui Association called me and said that he wanted to exchange his experience of Feng Shui. Hum, I'll call that boy now, and I'll make sure that this bullshit Wang Qian is defeated!" After master Mu finished, he glanced at Wang Qian.

"Wang Qian, since you are so sure! Why don't we find more people to identify? If you lose, you Fengshui Association will quit Hangzhou immediately! "

When Wang Qian heard master Mu say so, he was stunned: "quit Hangzhou?"

He did not expect master Mu to have such a request.

"What if you lose?"

"I personally apologize to you and admit that I underestimate you."

"Damn it, so shameless?" Wang Qian can't help shaking his head. If he loses, he will not only lose his geomantic compass, but also quit Hangzhou. If master Mu loses, he just needs to hand over his geomantic compass and apologize?

"Why not? What's more, the witness I'm looking for is a member of your feng shui Association. Master Wang, if you're afraid, just say it Master Mu saw that Wang Qian didn't respond and said again provocatively.

Hu Dawen also said: "yes, Master Wang, if you're afraid, just say it. No one will ask you to have this geomantic omen competition."

"Dahai, it's almost enough. Let's go with Master Wang. In the future, you'd better not participate in the affairs of the Hu family."

Hu Dahai's face turned red: "second brother! Master Wang... "

Wang Qian nodded: "yes."

When master Mu and master Liu saw Wang Qian's promise, their faces lit up. Then master Mu dialed the phone.

Han Feilin's voice on the other end of the phone came out: "hello?"

At this time, Han Feilin was in a village near Hangzhou. The signal was not very good. He just got through the phone and cut off the line.

Han Feilin holds a compass and frowns tightly. After hearing the phone call again, Han Feilin reluctantly answers the phone.

"Who?" Han Feilin was a bit tired in his voice.

"Master Han?" The voice on the other end of the phone made Han Feilin feel a little familiar.

"I am." Han Feilin said slowly.

"I'm Mu Cheng of Hangzhou, master mu."

Han Feilin was obviously stunned when he heard master mu. These Feng Shui Masters in Hangzhou are extremely arrogant. Some time ago, Han Feilin said that he wanted to exchange his Feng Shui experience with them, but he didn't expect to get the contempt of these feng shui masters.

I didn't expect that these feng shui masters would take the initiative to call themselves.

"Who's dad?" Han Ping also looked at Han Feilin strangely.

The expression on Han Feilin's face was very strange: "it's master Mu!"

"Master mu?" After hearing the name of master mu, Han Ping immediately showed his dissatisfaction.

Han Feilin smiles, pats Han Ping on the shoulder, and then says to the other end of the phone, "what's the matter?"

Master Mu said faintly: "Wang Qian, the president of your geomancy Association, has come to Hangzhou. Moreover, he has some opinions on the geomancy I see. I'd like to know if your geomancy association has the same routine as those charlatans. He never stops saying amazing things."

"What? Where is master Wang? " Han Feilin was happy at that time.

"Master Han, please come here once. Today, I'd like to know if the Fengshui association is all like Wang Qian."

Han Feilin nodded immediately.

"Master Han! I can't go. It's not over here! The grave is half open! " Then a voice came out.

Han Feilin looked back and said with a smile to the old man, "don't worry, Mr. Huang. It's OK for Han Ping to handle the business here. As long as the position of the Feng Shui beasts is good, be careful when carrying the coffin, there will be no problem!""Han Ping, give them some advice."

That old Huang heard Han Feilin's words, looked at Han Ping in his twenties, and said: "can he do it?"

Han Feilin nodded.

That Huang Lao also has no choice but to agree.

An hour later, Han Hanglin rushed to the cold city.

At this time, in front of Han Ping's body is a painted coffin. Because of the age of the paint, the paint surface has been oxidized, and the dark red coffin seems to be fished out from the blood pool.

The moment the coffin was lifted out, Han Ping already felt the fierce Yin Qi, which came out of the coffin.

This is a gully.

The coffin in front of Han Ping was carried out from Huang's ancestral grave. This time, Huang's family went out of their way to find master Han Feilin of Feng Shui association to help their family guide their ancestral grave Feng Shui, because Huang's ancestral grave is about to build a road and must be moved away.

"Come on! Hurry up! Wait a little longer until the afternoon and you'll miss the hour! " Han Ping said with a compass in his hand.

"Master Han! This coffin is too heavy One of the young men surnamed Huang who carried the coffin complained.

"Yes, master Han, where is the wooden coffin? It's heavier than the iron coffin!" Another young man surnamed Huang even gritted his teeth.

Han Ping can see that the shoulders of these people have been collapsed.

Huang looked at Han Ping with a worried face and said, "master Han, is something wrong?"

Han Ping is swallowing saliva. He is also the first time to preside over the geomantic omen affairs in the yinzhai. He has never contacted before. Looking at the eyes of all the people, Han Ping has to harden his head and say, "go on, it doesn't matter."

"Good!" Mr. Huang drank: "little kids, take out your energy to go to the nightclub and give me a lift."

"Ah

"One!"

"Two!"

"Hey

However, three seconds later, with bang! With a loud noise, the coffin fell to the ground.

"Substitution!" Huang Lao saw those tired and empty youths and roared.

Thirty minutes later

Han Ping's face was already covered with cold sweat, and the old Huang also looked at Han Ping with a dignified face: "little master, what's the matter? Three groups of people have changed. It seems that the coffin is getting heavier and heavier. "