"Is this Taoist priest a folk ghost master?" Wen Zhong stared at the Taiqing Taoist sitting in the middle of the hall. He had a bad premonition in his heart for no reason. "But please don't let any supernatural incidents happen again."
At this moment, accompanied by a buzzing sound, Wen Zhong took out the satellite phone from his pocket and saw a text message displayed on it, but the sender column was blank.
"Why did you choose this time to send me a text message? Who could it be?"
Wen Zhong directly clicked on the text message. There was only one sentence on it, "Meet you at Da'an Central Building at ten o'clock tomorrow night." Wen Zhong was a little confused. He didn't remember who he had made an appointment to meet at the Central Building.
Suddenly he remembered that when he was at the night market, Lin Yu had told him that he should go to the Central Building to take the Interpol assessment.
"Could it be a trap set by the man named Chen Zhanluo?" Now the situation is that the enemy is in the dark and we are clear. Wen Zhong looked at the text message and fell into deep thought, "Forget it, let's not think about it for now. The soldiers will block it, and the water will cover it."
Wen Zhong put away his phone and found a place to sit down. He recalled the feeling just now. Knowing that supernatural events might happen here, he just wanted to leave here as soon as possible. However, Huang Gongming was still there, so he couldn't leave him alone. Run away alone.
At this time, Huang Keshang had adjusted his mentality and was continuing to discuss the Feng Shui issue of Qilin Mansion with the Taoist around him.
Although Wen Zhong was a little far away, he still heard the conversation between the two. As soon as he heard the word Feng Shui, he automatically generated information about Feng Shui in his mind.
Feng Shui is a mysterious art with a long history.
What is "feng shui"? There are countless people who have defined Feng Shui from ancient times to the present. The first person to define Feng Shui in history was Guo Pu of the Jin Dynasty. He said in his famous book "The Book of Burial":
"The person who is buried takes advantage of the Qi. The Qi will be dispersed by the wind and stop by the boundary water. The ancients gathered it so that it does not disperse and moves it to stop it. Therefore, it is called Feng Shui. The method of Feng Shui is to obtain water first and hide the wind second. .”
It means that the art of Feng Shui is the art of phase and earth. Its core is people's choice of living or burial environment and the processing of the changing laws of the universe, in order to achieve the purpose of seeking good fortune and avoiding evil.
"Taiqing Immortal Master, what do you think of the Feng Shui of this Qilin Mansion?" Huang Keshang asked the Taoist next to him with a smile on his face. As a big boss with an extremely rich net worth, he still believed in the Feng Shui mysticism.
The Taoist didn't respond. He closed his eyes, stretched out his right hand to pinch a seal, muttered something in his mouth, and fiddled with it for a while, and his face turned from red to white. After a while, he opened his eyes and closed the posture.
Huang Keshang was a little nervous when he saw this. He was in a high position and had heard about ghosts and gods more or less. Seeing that the Taoist's face was not very good, he unconsciously made a thump in his heart and asked cautiously: "Master Immortal, How about it?"
"Hiss, this place was originally a place where Qilin was auspicious and five lakes converged, but the Feng Shui situation has been broken." The Taoist twirled his beard and stood up slowly, "Now it is covered with black evil. According to Pindao's opinion , I’m afraid there will be a bloody disaster within half a year!”
Everyone around was in an uproar when the Taoist said this. Even Huang Keshang was stunned, but he immediately reacted and asked, "Please ask the immortal master for some advice."
"Zhenlin here is dead, and the resentment is lingering." The Taoist paused and slowly scanned the crowd with his turbid eyes. "The five-in-one sign that originally brought blessings has now turned from good to bad. This is a sign that threatens life."
"Master Immortal, please explain it more clearly. We have plenty of money. You can have as much money as you want!" A middle-aged man dressed as a nouveau riche next to him wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Haha, this poor Taoist comes here only to seek merit, gold and silver come second. Please don't be alarmed." The Taoist walked slowly, clasped his right hand and asked, "Is there a Western villa built in this mansion?"
The main body of Qilin Mansion is a Chinese-style building, but when the Taoist asked, Huang Keshang immediately slapped his thigh and said, "There is such a building, but no one has lived in it since it was built."
The Taoist nodded when he heard the words, and began to fiddle with the spell with his right hand. After a moment, he said with a calm expression: "This is the Zhenlin Burial Cave. It will start from this room and demand the lives of the people around it until it kills them all!"
When these words came out, not only Huang Keshang, but everyone around him was stunned.
If you want to ask what the rich people fear most, it is of course the fear of death. Immediately, someone rushed up and took the Taoist's hand and cried: "The Immortal Master is merciful, the Immortal Master is merciful, please save us."
"Oh, it's difficult. Qilin is Jiutian Xiangrui, even if it falls into the ghost realm, it still has great power. Although Pindao has cultivated into the Three Corpses Yuanshen, it is limited by the physical body, so I am afraid it will not be its opponent."
The Taoist sighed and sat back in his seat without saying a word, with a helpless expression on his face.
Then he closed his eyes again and began to chant divination. Seeing this, Huang Keshang quietly gestured to the secretary standing behind him. The secretary immediately understood and took out a card and handed it to the Taoist respectfully. Seeing that he refused, Keshan said sincerely:
"Master Immortal, please save us. The 100 million incense money here is a small token of our gratitude. We will offer another 100 million incense in the future. I just hope that the Immortal Master can help us this time and save our lives! .”
Wen Zhong was almost dumbfounded. This man didn't show any ability. He only made 200 million with his words. He muttered in his heart that he might as well give the money to himself. Of course, he just thought about it and wouldn't really do it in front of others. Say it out loud.
Under everyone's almost pleading gaze, the Taoist sighed and accepted the bank card: "Oh, it's really doomed, that's all. I hope you are sincere, so I will sacrifice my life to feed the lin to protect the safety of this place."
Hearing this, the people around him seemed to have received a great benefit, and they all expressed their gratitude. Each immortal shouted in a very friendly manner, and even offered a stick of incense to the old Taoist.
"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. It's not easy to overcome this difficulty."
"I still need someone to help me." The Taoist's turbid eyes slowly scanned the crowd. At this moment, everyone was curious about who could be chosen by the immortal master.
At this moment, the Taoist suddenly pointed at a person and said, "I still need this little friend's help."
Everyone quickly looked in the direction of his finger, and the person pointed to was none other than Wen Zhong.
When he saw the old Taoist pointing at him, he suddenly felt something bad. His expression changed and he stood up subconsciously.
"If I go, I can get shot even if I'm lying down."
At this moment, Zhu Li, who had been standing behind Huang Keshang, slowly walked towards him. Wen Zhong didn't know that he was being plotted by the old Taoist.
Wen Zhong frowned because he realized that things might become very troublesome next.
