Super Great Fortune Teller

Qingzhou City First People's hospital ward.

Han Feilin looks at the ceiling above his head with eyes.

Wang Qian sat on the sofa, next to Wang Qian was the monk, and then Zhang Jiuling, a feng shui master who belonged to neither the southern school nor the northern school.

Han Ping is sitting on the bed, wheezing, looking at the news on his mobile phone. Han Ping wants to break his mobile phone.

"We must have been set up!" Han Ping said angrily.

Wang Qian heard Han Ping's words, but he laughed and shook his head: "Zhang Jiuling, you take me and the monk to that Zhangjia village to have a look."

Looking at Wang Qian, there was always a faint smile on his face. Zhang Jiuling said with a trace of amazement: "Master Wang, can you still laugh? okay? Do you still want to go to zhangjiacun? "

Wang Qian nodded when he heard Zhang Jiuling's words: "how can we not make it clear? Didn't Lao Han get it for nothing? I'd like to see whose little daughter-in-law makes Lao Han miss so much. Even the hospital is thinking about that person. "

When Han Feilin heard Wang Qian's words, he also showed a bitter smile: "Master Wang, don't make fun of me."

Wang Qian grabbed the monk, got into Zhang Jiuling's car and drove in the direction of Zhang Jia village.

Along the way, when Zhang Jiuling was driving, he looked at Wang Qian from time to time through the rearview mirror. It seemed that he had something to say.

Wang Qian saw Zhang Jiuling's performance, but pretended not to see it, and continued to close his eyes. The monk was unconscious and fell asleep in the car, and began to snore.

Straight car stop, to the destination, the monk just wake up.

Wang Qian also looked at the lights in the dark ahead. This is the city far away from Qingzhou City. He could see the outline of green hills around him. When he got off the car with Zhang Jiuling, the sound of water came to his ears.

A stream of moisture seeped into Wang Qian's nose.

"The fengshui of Zhangjia village is excellent." After getting out of the car, Wang Qian looked at the village hidden in the dark and nodded.

When Zhang Jiuling heard Wang Qian's words, his face was puzzled: "Master Wang, you didn't even take the compass. You just got out of the car to have a look, and in the dark, you can only see the outline. You say that the geomantic omen of Zhang Jia village is good?"

Hearing Zhang Jiuling's words, Wang Qian didn't say anything. The monk immediately said, "Lao Zhang, what do you know? My brother Qian said that Fengshui here is good, so it can't be wrong! It's a good place! Just because you can't see feng shui at night doesn't mean my brother qian can't see the way of life! "

Zhang Jiuling had no choice but to shake her head when the monk said so.

Wang Qian, monk and Zhang Jiuling have just arrived at the entrance of Zhang Jia village. Wang Qian's eyes narrowed slightly.

"This Zhangjia village is very beautiful and luxurious." The sound of the monk's exclamation came from his side. In front of monk Zhang Jiuling, the village was a luxurious scene.

The folk houses in the village are all two-story villas, with more than 100 villas scattered among the green waters and green mountains. Even at night, the village is brightly lit, which is quite different from the village in Wang Qian's impression.

The entrance of Zhangjia village is a small stream.

Above the stream is a new arch bridge.

"Just park here and let's go in and have a look." Wang Qian looked at Zhang Jiuling and said.

Then, several people parked the car on the roadside and walked towards Zhangjia village.

As soon as he passed the bridge, Wang Qian stopped to look at a pile of ashes beside the road.

"What's this?" The monk looked at the ashes with some doubts.

"What's good about the paper money ashes?" Zhang Jiuling looked at Wang Qian, looked at the ashes, some doubt asked.

Wang Qian shook his head at Zhang Jiuling's words.

"Now, it's only October. Before the Qingming Festival, someone started burning paper money on the roadside." Wang Qian, light said a sentence.

When Zhang Jiuling heard Wang Qian's words, she looked at him suspiciously.

Just then, Wang Qian heard someone's footsteps in the distance.

Wang Qian quickly pulls Zhang Jiuling and the monk to one side. They are hiding in the dark. He sees two middle-sized figures coming from a distance. Before they get near, Wang Qian smells a breath of wine from them.

"Oh, what kind of bullshit Han Feilin, what kind of feng shui master? Look at the Fengshui he gave to our village. It's OK when he doesn't look. Several old people have died in the village. " One of the slightly fat figures said.

"Ah, Zhang Jiao, what do you know? That feng shui master surnamed Han must have two brushes. Otherwise, it's impossible that something happened in the village just after he watched Feng Shui. It only shows that the feng shui master has some skills, but he must have no good intentions. This old man must beat him when he has a chance, so that he can know that people in Zhang Jia village are not easy to bully! " Another slightly thin figure opened his mouth.

"Well! I've long wanted to beat the old guy, and the young man brought by the old guy. How dare I pretend to be a feng shui master? " Chubby Zhang Jiao snorted.It was not until the two men gradually went away that Wang Qian and the monk Zhang Jiuling appeared in the dark.

"It seems that Han Feilin and Han Ping are not finished yet." Wang Qian shook his head: "Master Zhang, do you know where Han Feilin's Fengshui bureau is?"

Looking at Wang Jiuling, he asked.

Hearing Wang Qian's words, Zhang Jiuling nodded and said, "it's in the back mountain of this village."

With the leadership of Zhang Jiuling, Wang Qian and the monk stood on the back mountain of Zhang Jia village.

The back mountain is only ten miles away from Zhangjia village. Standing on the back mountain, you can clearly see the lights of Zhangjia village. On the hillside of the back mountain, there is a newly established ancestral hall of Zhang Jia.

Before monk Wang Qian and Zhang Jiuling entered the ancestral hall, they felt the wind coming from the hillside.

Because it was night, Wang Qian was not sure about the geomantic omen here. He could only make a general judgment.

However. He felt the wind in the air, but Wang Qian frowned.

Even the monk covered his shoulder and looked at Wang Qian suspiciously.

The temperature on the mountainside is nearly 10 degrees lower than that at the foot of the mountain, which is very unusual.

Wang Qian monk Zhang Jiuling endured the biting wind and walked slowly to the ancestral hall. The plaque of Zhang Jia ancestral hall was brand new, and even the cement of the host was not dry.

"This ancestral hall is Han Feilin's geomantic position?" Wang Qian looked at Zhang Jiuling and asked.

Zhang Jiuling nodded at Wang Qian's words.

Wang Qian looked at the Fengshui around the ancestral hall with a dignified face.

Although it is at night, Wang Qian's eyesight can clearly see the outline of the mountains near the ancestral temple. The outline of the ancestral temple is very like a Xuanwu, and at the foot of the mountain is the whole Zhangjia village.