Super Great Fortune Teller

"Zhangjia village is located flat, with Xuanwu as its backer and streams around it." Wang Qian shook his head and said, "there is no problem with the Fengshui level of Han Feilin. The ancestral temple here can not only protect the descendants, but also keep the good fortune of Zhang Jia Village going on. But why can there be casualties of people and animals in the village?"

Wang Qian thought that there were some mistakes in Han Fei's Fengshui.

However, even if Wang Qian himself came here to visit fengshui, it was not much different from the place Han Feilin chose.

"Brother Qian, what's the matter with him? In my opinion, Lao Han should be like this. The villagers of Zhang Jia village have already sent Lao Han and Han Ping to the hospital. What's more polite? If you want me to order something, I'll order a more fierce place! " The monk said angrily.

Zhang Jiuling shook her head when she heard the monk's words: "brother, you don't understand. After master Han ordered the Fengshui level, there were several Fengshui masters of the north school. Those Fengshui masters of the north school belittled master Han's Fengshui situation. Some villagers were provoked by the Fengshui masters of the North school to attack master Han."

Wang Qian shook his head, and then he heard another strange sound coming from the ancestral hall.

Bang! It's a big noise.

It seems to be the sound of something falling to the ground.

Wang Qian, as soon as he picked his eyebrows, at the moment when the sound of heavy objects landing appeared, Wang Qian felt a sense of being peeped at.

Looking back in the direction of Wang Qian village.

However, Wang Qian can only see the lights of Zhangjia village.

Taking back his sight, Wang Qian looked at the ancestral hall in front of him and finally made a decision.

Later, Wang Qian pushed the door in.

One side of the ancestral hall is full of Zhang Jia's ancestral tablets. It can be seen that the inheritance of Zhang Jia village is very long. His ancestors once worked as a great official. Wang Qian opened his eyes and looked at the tablets on the table. Under the tablets, there were three incense sticks burning.

The light smell of sandalwood seeps into the nose of Wang Qian, monk and Zhang Jiuling.

Just now that sound, is exactly a memorial tablet falls from the Zhang Jia ancestral temple's table.

Wang Qian looked at the tablet that fell on the ground.

Zhang Songzhu.

"Monk, go and pick up that tablet. And put it back. " After hearing Wang Qian's words, the monk reluctantly came to the memorial tablet, picked it up and put it on the table again.

Wang Qian's eyes were on these tablets. When he saw the modern ranking, Wang Qian's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Zhang Hewen, Zhang Helian?"

Seeing these names, Wang Qian can't help but think of the feng shui master of the northern school, Zhang Henian, who has been following behind Mr. Gu. That feng shui master has been wearing long clothes. Last time, in the Qingqiu ruins in Yunzhou, Wang Qian learned the application of Feng Shui from Zhang Henian.

"I don't think it will be so coincidental." Wang Qian shook his head when he thought of Zhang Henian.

However, when Wang Qian closed his eyes, he only felt that the world began to turn around, as if there were countless people talking in his ears. The body also began to become soft.

Wang Qian covered his head.

"No, the fragrance is different!" Wang Qian was surprised.

Then, he immediately withdrew from the ancestral hall, while the monk and Zhang Jiuling looked at Wang Qian strangely.

Wang Qian said in a hurry: "let's go!"

Monk, although Zhang Jiuling didn't understand what happened, they left the ancestral temple with Wang Qian in a panic.

In Zhangjia village.

Guo Ziqi stood in the dark with a telescope and looked at Wang Qian, who had fled halfway up the mountain. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "sure enough, I entered the urn."

Guo Ziqi's whole life seemed to blend into the night, and then he leaned towards the foot of the mountain. Where Guo Ziqi passed by, the paper money ashes at the intersection began to shine red again.

"Taiyi is supreme, orders ghosts and gods!" After Guo Ziqi went to the foot of the mountain, he was a little on the ground. A red awn appeared in his fingers, and then white fog appeared on the ashes of the paper money.

The white fog condenses slowly, forming the shadows with their heads down one by one.

Guo shanjue's shadow kept close to the shadow in his hand.

When these shadows gather around Guo Ziqi, Guo Ziqi takes out a brass soul bell from his body. Guo Ziqi shakes the bell in his hand, and the ghosts formed by white smoke rush towards Wang Qian and Zhang Jiuling.

At this time, Wang Qian felt the lethargy of his mind, but it was only a moment. However, after dispelling the lethargy, his body became vain and powerless.

After Wang Qian had just crossed the hillside, he saw more than a dozen white shadows floating in front of him. Before Wang Qian made any response, Zhang Jiuling immediately yelled, "ghost!" Then there was a look of horror on his face.But the monk was not afraid at all, and he said, "broken!"

Then, a punch toward the shadow of those floating past, he kept on walking, bang! With a loud sound, the punch directly scattered a white shadow. After the white shadow dispersed, a wisp of black smoke wound around the monk.

The monk's steps were also blocked by the white ghost.

Before the monk made any other reaction, the remaining dozen ghosts had already floated in front of Wang Qian. The attack power of these ghosts was so weak that they could hardly be ignored, but they had a strange black air.

"Brother Qian!" After the monk broke up the ghost, he ran towards Wang Qian.

Seeing the weak Wang Qian, the monk can't help saying that he hugged Wang Qian. Then he didn't take charge of Zhang Jiuling and ran down the mountain. However, Zhang Jiuling's face was full of fear. Seeing the monk running down the mountain, he also chased him.

Guo Ziqi saw more than ten ghosts around Wang Qian, and his eyes showed a touch of success.

"Guo zhangjiaqi put his hands together in the direction of huziqi's mouth! Someone went up to the ancestral temple to steal something! "

Guo Ziqi's shouts spread far away.

For a moment, there were countless lights on in Zhangjia village.

The monk also heard Guo Ziqi's words. However, after hearing Guo Ziqi's words, the monk fled with Wang qianfei and carried Wang Qian on his back. At the beginning, the monk was still walking fast.

However, as soon as he ran dozens of steps away, the monk felt that his legs seemed to have lost consciousness. He fell to the ground and felt weak all over. Then Zhang Jiuling, who came after him, also fell to the monk's side.