Renjia Town is the busiest time in the morning. After having breakfast on the roadside, we set off for Ren Mansion.
Wen Cai was a little excited.
Although I have heard that Miss Ren's husband is most likely the nephew of the Zhao family.
But it takes time to let go of someone.
While walking on the road, Uncle Jiu glanced at Xu Ping who was empty-handed, and reminded him kindly: "Xiao Xu, didn't you bring any magic weapon?"
Xu Ping smiled slightly: "My magic weapon is my eyes."
Qi-Wang Technique, "Qing Sang Jing".
Qi reading technique can accurately capture changes in the surrounding environment and Qi situation.
"Qing Nang Jing", as the first Feng Shui book with written records, covers so many Feng Shui secrets.
In the age of science and technology, the pace of development is always more advanced the further back it falls.
But in terms of metaphysics, it is completely the opposite. The older it is, the more powerful it is.
I don’t know how this pattern is formed.
Hearing these words, Uncle Jiu was stunned for a moment, remembering what he had learned before.
He had seen Xu Ping's Feng Shui technique before. It was so simple that it directly transformed into a human body, activated the Feng Shui Qi of the mountain, and forcibly plundered endless spiritual energy.
I'm afraid even my master can't believe this kind of magic.
Neither of them spoke, but Wen Cai now spoke up, "Master, Shopkeeper Xu, you must help Mr. Ren find a good place and bless his descendants with a long life and many children."
"Huh?!"
Xu Ping almost thought he heard wrongly, but he never expected that Wencai would look away.
Having said the words "many children and many blessings", it seems that he is really planning to give up.
Uncle Jiu was also very pleased. He looked at his apprentice and said, "Wencai, if you think so, that's the best thing."
Wen Cai smiled sarcastically, touched his forehead and said, "Master, you misunderstood. I just think that the nephew of the Zhao family seems to be a short-lived man."
I go, it means you think you still have a chance?!
Hopeless.
Xu Ping's pace was a little faster.
When passing by Aunt Qiu Sheng's rouge shop, Wen Cai said, "Go and come." When he came out, he was holding a box of rouge, which looked expensive.
Everyone knows what he means. Uncle Jiu glared: "Where did you get the money?"
Wen Cai said weakly: "Qiu Sheng is in there, I'll ask him for credit."
With that said, he hurriedly spoke again: "Master, you can't deduct my share of the wages for finding Master Ren's tomb this time."
Ha~
Xu Ping was delighted. This man was not stupid. He used the money given by Miss Ren to buy her rouge.
Sometimes, I really don’t know whether Uncle Jiu’s two apprentices are monkey spirits or idiots.
In front of the gate of Ren Mansion, the pair of national white lions are still standing there.
Xu Ping's focus was on the female lion on the left.
The corner of the lion's paw that was crushed by him has now been filled in. If you look carefully, there are still some signs of repair.
Now look at the pair of stone lions using the Qi-gazing technique. Surrounded by a faint fluorescent light, the Feng Shui bureau has been reactivated.
The person who repaired this white lion must be a capable person... Xu Ping took a deep look and didn't know whose work it was.
The housekeeper of Ren Mansion had been waiting at the door early. Uncle Jiu was quite famous in this area, and Ren Tingting also valued him very much.
Unexpectedly, when I followed the old housekeeper to the living room, I heard him say that another Taoist priest came to the house, invited by the Zhao family, and he also said that he would find a tomb for the master.
Stealing business?
It's quite interesting. Xu Ping and Uncle Jiu looked at each other and quickly reached a strategic cooperation policy.
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living room.
Miss Ren sat on the seat presentably, her delicate face showing a bit of fortitude at this time.
As the saying goes, a woman should be pretty and filial.
She was already beautiful, but now she was dressed in pure mourning, giving her the beauty of a white lotus.
There is also an old Taoist sitting on the right, with white beard and hair and rosy cheeks. He really looks like a fairy.
Next to him was the Wutong God disguised as a nephew of the Zhao family.
"Taoist Priest Qingfeng, my father died a long time ago. He should have been buried long ago, but it wasn't until yesterday that... he was patched up. And the search for the tomb has long been entrusted to Uncle Jiu and shopkeeper Xu in the town.
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Ren Tingting's voice was clear and cold, and she resisted the sudden visit of this veteran.
Master Ren respects Uncle Jiu, and she also values Uncle Jiu very highly.
Of course she wanted to hand over the important matter related to her father to a trustworthy person. After all, it was because of the burial that her father died tragically.
When the old Taoist, whom she called Taoist Master Qingfeng, heard this, he was not annoyed and reluctantly looked away, "Miss Ren, who is Uncle Jiu you are talking about? I have never heard of it. I think back then I was practicing in Longhu Mountain.
The matter of finding a tomb for your Majesty must be left to those with more profound knowledge."
"Tingting, uncle also has good intentions, so please don't show it to others." Zhao Fangshuo showed a smile, his stern face was like melting ice and snow, containing an inexplicable sense of charm.
Ren Tingting was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly, as if looking at his face, she couldn't say no.
The old Taoist on the side was immediately dumbfounded.
I thought, "How tall and sophisticated is this guy?" I couldn't help but feel my heart pounding.
He did stay in Longhu Mountain, but he spent half a year cutting firewood and carrying water. Finally, he was kicked out for harassing pilgrims.
Finally, relying on the unknown Taoist scriptures obtained in the cave, I practiced on my own and achieved some success.
I opened a Taoist temple nearby to make it easier for me to make money and do dirty things.
While they were talking, a servant came in, walked up to Ren Tingting, and said softly: "Miss, Uncle Nine is here."
"Please."
Ren Tingting suddenly stood up, her sleeves flying.
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After entering the living room, Xu Ping's eyes were first attracted to this seasoned man.
With Bai Yun's lesson learned from the past, he directly used the Zhan Wang Qi Technique and looked up and down.
Well, it's exactly the same as that white cloud, filled with evil spirits.
Feeling Xu Ping's gaze, Taoist Master Qingfeng hesitated for a moment, then stood up and started thinking: "This little brother, why are you looking at me like this?"
You don’t look like a good person... Xu Ping smiled, showing his eight big white teeth: "I dare to ask, but from Qingfeng Temple?"
Uncle Jiu glanced at him in shock and fell into deep thought.
Taoist Master Qingfeng was startled for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed: "Pindao is the master of Qingfeng Temple, um... did my little brother come to Qingfeng Temple to pay incense before?"
Uncle Jiu also changed his expression after hearing this, but he covered it up very well. He just looked at the old man with an increasingly unfriendly look.
As expected, Xu Ping shook his head: "I've never been there."
Taoist Master Qingfeng looked surprised and asked: "Then why do you know about Pindao, and why do you stare at Pindao when you enter the door?"
Xu Ping smiled lightly: "Taoist Master, don't think too much. Xu is in the Feng Shui field and has done some research. As for why he keeps staring at you, Taoist Master..."
"Just because I look at your face, Taoist Master, I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster in the past few days."
Taoist Master Qingfeng's color suddenly changed from red to green. He stood up and shouted coldly: "That's a bunch of nonsense."
Xu Ping looked down at him, but before he could answer, suddenly, a voice came from the side: "Brother, since you claim to be an expert in physiognomy, can you tell me what your face looks like?"
Zhao Fangshuo looked indifferent and looked at Xu Ping.