Shen Ji's face immediately became as sinking as water, and his eyes were even colder.
She shook her head slightly, her eyes more scrutinizing.
"It's really inconvenient to say it now. Just pretend that what happened last night didn't happen. I will still agree to your conditions. In addition, if you don't need to use the first hexagram to bring order to the chaos, you can also use the last hexagram and leave the first hexagram first. It will be of great use if you live there, and you may be able to use it on yourself in the end." I said to Shen Ji solemnly.
Shen Ji's eyes remained unchanged. She continued to shake her head, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
She said no more and walked straight out of my yard.
I stood in the courtyard for a long time, still sighing in my heart.
I understand Shen Ji's character. If I deny the things I arranged, it will definitely cause Shen Ji's displeasure.
I really can't tell you the secret of Liu Sanyuan's death.
Also, if Shen Ji is asked to change the hexagram for Liu Yucu, Liu Yucu will definitely conflict with Liu Sanyuan without knowing that he is about to die. If he wants to leave by force, he will definitely not be able to leave, but the result will not be good.
Among the Qiang people, the Taoist priests and ancestors of the Liu family cannot have such a grudge.
Another point is that Shen Ji has already negotiated with Liu Yucu, but if she doesn't do it, it will also create a very bad impression on Liu Yucu. At least before Liu Sanyuan's death, it is impossible to remove him. twist.
And if Liu Sanyuan chooses to disappear instead of sitting down, Liu Yushu may not be able to let go of him in the future.
I came to tell fortunes on a temporary basis, and this is also the best compromise.
However, this will inevitably cause Liu Yushu to misunderstand me...
I looked up at the sky, and the dazzling sunlight reflected on my face. I squinted my eyes and let the ironing feeling penetrate into my body.
I suddenly had a feeling.
Did Jiang Pan also feel this way when he was choosing to believe in Li Yin Yang or another Mr. Yin Yang?
And when Li Yinyang believed in Yuan Huashao...
Although our affairs and results are different, the process is still mentally tortured.
I stood there for a long time before feeling a little relieved.
What I have to do now are just some misunderstandings. My situation is still much better than that of their predecessors.
When I returned to the room, I had nothing else to do, so I leaned on the bed and sat to rest, taking out the Classics to study.
The House Sutra records a large number of yin arts, feng shui, and dragon vein illustrations. Although I have long been familiar with them, I still have different feelings after reading more.
The part I read was all about the Feng Shui part about the three great dragon veins extending from Mount Xumi. What I studied more was the illustration of some of the dragon veins down the Nanlong Tianqian River.
I watched carefully and carefully, and the more I watched, the more I admired the Yin and Yang masters of the past generations!
The house classics are supplemented from generation to generation, and it is not the first generation to achieve this level.
The twenty-six generations of yin-yang masters above me, plus my grandfather, the yin-shu master, are twenty-seven ancestors, and they have traveled almost all over the famous mountains and rivers.
It’s no wonder that the earth phase is the most comprehensive in Feng Shui.
Time passed by, and meals were delivered at noon and evening.
At night, I put away my home book early, closed my eyes and fell asleep.
This night, I didn't sleep well.
I have had many complicated dreams, and this dream is not one, but fragmented!
In the first broken dream, Liu Yushu was facing me. He was wearing the same Taoist robe as Liu Sanyuan, and he looked at me with an unusually cold expression.
After that, the dream changed and Yang Qingshan and I were climbing mountains again.
At the foot of the mountain is a ruined village, with countless potbellied villagers wailing ferociously.
Among the villagers, there was a vague figure standing in the middle of the villagers...
Around him, there were countless corpses and broken arms...
On top of the broken arms of the corpses, there were peach wood swords and broken whisks...
In addition, there are many blurry and unclear pictures, either of landslides or of me digging graves.
All in all, these dreams were bizarrely chaotic.
Finally, I was awakened by the dream. It was not yet bright outside the window. My forehead was covered with sweat, my breathing was heavy, and I couldn’t stop panting...
I looked solemn and felt surprised.
Chaotic dreams, is it because of variables? Variables appear, everything is not a foregone conclusion, even the omens are no longer accurate?
What echoes more in my mind are those people who stand still among the villagers.
Obviously, in my dream, he was dead...
The broken fly whisk and our abandonment of him all illustrate this point.
I feel a lot more determined.
Turning to look out the window, I pressed the copper box with my hand, tapped it a few times with my fingers, and then got up to wash up.
It was still very early at this time, it was just dawn, almost five o'clock in the morning.
After I finished washing, I pushed the door open and entered the yard, only to find that someone was already waiting in the yard.
Waiting for me here are a Taoist priest and a Qiang tribesman.
When the Taoist priest saw me, he immediately saluted and walked out.
The Qiang people said respectfully that they had prepared breakfast.
Obviously suppressing the tension in his tone, he continued: "Today is a big day for the Qiang people. After your meal, Mr. Luo, an elder from the Liu family will take you to the ceremony. You are a distinguished guest!"
