A group of people were carrying a brand new golden nanmu coffin behind them. Chu Hanxing and the other three were walking and chatting in front. She did not realize at all that she had fallen into someone else's camera.

The live broadcast room of Internet celebrities attracted a huge increase in the number of people.

[Damn it, Chu Hanxing! Is she... showing people Feng Shui? 】

[666, Why do I feel like I’ve seen the guy next to me on the financial channel? 】

[Yesterday, some people said that she rushed to the Qian Group to seek cooperation, but today she was slapped in the face and laughed to death.]

[Hey, hey, hey, they’re leaving, anchor, hurry up and follow them!]

In order for the anchor to keep up, many people began to reward the anchor.

The anchor was smiling so hard that she couldn't even see the traffic. She didn't need to take the initiative to get the traffic. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and the audience didn't need to tell her. Of course she would follow it.

She was not the only one, some cleverly went directly into the forest to take pictures with their cameras.

Seeing that more and more people were following him, Qian Sheng asked the security guards to stop him. He was moving his father's grave, and a group of people were following behind him to take pictures and wonder what was going on.

It's already six o'clock in the afternoon. For cloudy things, it's best to do it in the afternoon, or on a cloudy day.

Because the yang energy is strong in the morning and the sun is too big, ghosts will not appear. However, there is a saying in the countryside - don't go under the tree at noon.

At noon, from 11 o'clock to 1 o'clock, the most prosperous time of Yang Qi is at twelve o'clock. At this time, all the Qi has been taken in, reaching the peak time of Yang Qi.

But at noon, it is not all yang, but yang on the outside and yin on the inside. Dingji is hidden in the middle of the day, and Ji soil is wet soil. Ding fire generates Ji soil, and what is born is not dry soil.

Yin is hidden in yang, and most trees attract yin. Few people know that noon is the junction point of yin and yang, and yang energy peaks at noon and then declines.

Yin energy is generated at this time, yin and yang are mixed, and the gate of hell is half open, so in ancient times, people would choose to behead at this time.

When the prisoner dies, his soul will enter the ghost gate and leave. He will not be resentful because he cannot enter the ghost world and stay in the execution ground. Over time, he will turn into a ghost and disturb the peace of the day.

At this time, the twilight is sinking in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun connects with the top of the mountain, and the magnificent colors bloom on the blue scroll.

Step by step, they approached the green mountain that looked quiet and deep in the night. The howling of the wind came to their ears, and everyone stopped at the foot of the mountain.

The mountain peaks in front of us are full of mountains and clouds, and upon closer inspection, we can see the image of a crane prostrate on the ground with its head raised!

Ling Xuan couldn't help but praise again: "Yamagata is really good!"

When looking for dragons and tapping acupoints, the most important thing is to look for the dragon, followed by tapping the acupoints. The mountains do not have to be dragons, but they are shapes and images, and if they have shapes, they have spirits.

"Up the mountain."

Chu Hanxing was walking in front, holding a compass in his hand. Halfway there, it started to rain and there were bursts of thunder. Qian Sheng immediately asked someone to bring an umbrella.

Qian Sheng rubbed his hands and asked hesitantly: "Master, it's raining, this..."

It was a beautiful day just now, and now it suddenly starts raining. Is it because the place is not good?

Chu Hanxing shook his head: "Keep going forward, we're almost there."

Ling Xuan also said: "Hurry up, or you will miss the time."

It is still necessary to distinguish between external stress and hard work.

We have come this far. If we go back down the mountain, we may not be able to find the dragon's lair so quickly.

There was no need to give away umbrellas. Each of them wore a disposable raincoat and continued climbing the mountain.

The anchor lying on the tree was in a bad situation. Not only was it raining, but there was also thunder and lightning. He couldn't care less about what to do if he was accidentally struck by lightning. He got down from the tree in a few seconds and ran home.

The group finally arrived at that treasured land.

Chu Hanxing looked around the ground, calculated in his hands, and said, "First dig four feet."

After giving the order, Qian Sheng called the bodyguards and started digging a hole without saying a word. The more they dug, the more powerful the thunder struck, making Qian Sheng think that he was doing something bad.

The bodyguards dug for a long time, and one of them with sharp eyes saw a nest of fluffy and white things in the soil. He couldn't believe it: "Why are there birds in the soil?!"

Qian Sheng stepped forward and took a look. The water droplets on his raincoat were rolling down, and he saw the white bird stretching out its wings to block them.

"Still alive!"

Ling Xuan clicked his tongue twice: "It's a right point, it's incredible, it's incredible."

The so-called main hole, that is, the true hole, can also dig out live birds from the soil, which is mysterious and mysterious.

Now, it would be no problem for Guan Qiansheng to just ask for 100 million, since he would be able to earn it back quickly.

How much did Chu Hanxing say? Oh, ten million.

Ling Xuan's face wrinkled up, and he whispered beside Chu Hanxing: "This will cost us a lot of blood."

Chu Hanxing chuckled: "Their ancestors had good fortune, otherwise this land would not have fallen into his hands."

I can't meet them either, everything is just cause and effect.

Ling Xuan shook his head: "I mean, we should pay more attention to his key points."

Anyway, he has money.

"He is a businessman. He doesn't care on the surface. In fact, he knows very well in his heart. He might not have any objection at the time if he wanted more, but he might not have any objections afterwards. He has figured it out. It's just a one-time deal with you and me.

"

What's more, there are countless talented people in the world. As long as you have the chance and are sincere, you will naturally meet them.

There are people outside the world, but Chu Hanxing does not think he is the best in the world.

Ling Xuan's heart was shaken, he cupped his hands and sighed: "Fellow Daoist Chu, it's me who got caught."

All appearances are false. If it weren't for Chu Hanxing, he wouldn't be able to get a penny. That peach wood sword can't be pulled out easily.

There is Yin energy, resentment energy, and death energy attached to it. Even if ordinary people touch it, they will be disturbed by it, and inner demons will be born in an instant. How can it be so simple to pull it out?

Qian Sheng is well-informed and knows that the most fearful thing about digging a foundation at a construction site is digging things out.

The main reason is that he is a native of Chang'an, and he has already planned the construction of bridges and buildings. But as soon as the excavator came in, he found an ancient tomb with a shovel, which is comparable to the Luoyang shovel that can dig out cultural relics.

But this bird stayed in the ground, and he knew it was unusual at first sight. He didn't dare to make any decision at the moment, and quickly asked Chu Hanxing: "Two masters, what should I do with the bird?"

The sound of the rain was too loud, so Chu Hanxing raised his voice slightly, sounding particularly indifferent: "If you can't kill him, you must bring him out first."

Qian Sheng must have known that the bird was auspicious, and was afraid that the bodyguard would hurt him, so he jumped into the pit, took off his suit jacket, put a nest of white birds in his jacket, and climbed up wrapped in it.

He walked up to Chu Hanxing step by step. His white shirt was stained with red mud, his handmade leather shoes were full of mud, and he was filthy. The beggars on the street were much cleaner than him.

Raindrops got into his eyes, and he wiped them casually. This time, mud smeared on his face, making it even dirtier.

Qian Sheng held the white bird in his hands and smiled honestly at them.

Ling Xuan thought of the public service advertisement for no reason. A little boy was holding a basin and said with a sweet smile: "Mom, wash your feet."

It coincides with the picture in front of me.

The corners of Ling Xuan's lips raised, with a loving look on his face.

"Good son."

His voice collided with another old voice, and they spoke in unison, turned their heads, and met Qian Dafa's eyes.


Chapter completed!