Seeing that people in the live broadcast room were expressing doubts, Sang Luo continued unhurriedly:
"Ever since you opened a new river three months ago and diverted water from a big river in the village to your floating summer resort, everything has been going wrong. First, the capital chain was broken, and then people died at the construction site. Then eight people talked about it. Your girlfriend also broke up with you because of a long-distance relationship, right?"
Sang Luo listed everything Chen Hao had experienced in the past three months one by one. After listening to it, Chen Hao felt his scalp numb.
He stood frozen in place like a puppet, only nodding numbly.
So, was all this really done by his father?
Chen Hao slapped the table, pointed to the sky and asked, "Dad, why are you doing this? After you got sick, I gave up my job with an annual salary of one million and came back to take care of you day and night, never complaining. "
"Everyone in the village sees these things. Who wouldn't praise me for my filial piety when they see me? Tell me, why are you doing all this?"
Sang Luo rolled his eyes at Chen Hao, "Do you still want to listen to me?"
Chen Hao knew that he was too excited just now, so he put away his excitement, sat back on the bench, smiled, "Master, please explain."
"Take your phone and go around your father's grave. Let me take a look."
Sang Luo suspected that there was something wrong with the feng shui of the cemetery, which made Chen Hao's father behave like this.
Chen Hao quickly agreed, took his cell phone and walked to his father's gravesite.
【So exciting】
[The anchor won’t let Chen Hao open the coffin, right? 】
【Mom, I'm scared】
[There must be something wrong with the feng shui of the cemetery, right? 】
After Chen Hao walked to the cemetery, he raised his phone high and circled the lawn around the cemetery.
After Sang Luo read it, he finally understood.
"You are such a filial son."
This was the first thing Sang Luo said after seeing the situation in the cemetery.
Sun Ze did not understand the meaning behind Sang Luo's words, "Chen Haona is a well-known filial son in our village! When his father died, it cost more than 800,000 yuan to hold a funeral, just to find a Feng Shui master to show his father's grave. , it cost three hundred thousand.”
【Poverty limits my imagination】
[Does the funeral alone cost more than 800,000 yuan? 】
[The coffin is made of golden nanmu, right?]
[Eight hundred thousand, I can earn it for fifteen years without eating or drinking]
Chen Hao pushed Sun Ze away from the screen with his elbow, frowned and asked, "Master, did I do something wrong to make my father angry?"
Sang Luo praised him as a filial son, and he could clearly hear the irony behind it.
"You spent 300,000 yuan to find a Feng Shui master. It was well spent, but the 3 million yuan you spent to open channels to divert water was not worth it."
Chen Hao was puzzled, "How do you say this?"
"The cemetery where Mr. Feng Shui buried your father is called the Northern Hengshui Bureau. A big river flows from north to south, and the water flows towards the end of the tomb. When it flows around the cemetery, the bay surrounds it. , like a jade belt tied around the waist, held in front of the hole."
"On the left and right sides of the cemetery, there are affectionate people and noble people. If you use these cemeteries, the wealth of future generations will continue."
"But you dug a canal to divert water and broke the situation. This caused everything to go wrong for you later. If the tomb is not moved, it may affect your own health in the future."
After hearing this, Chen Hao suddenly realized that no wonder he had been in trouble ever since he opened the canal to divert water. It turned out that he had destroyed his father's tomb in the Northern Hengshui Bureau with his own hands.
Sun Ze came close to Chen Hao at this time, showing a sneaky eye with a smile, "Master, why did his father splash water on his bed?"
"He dug canals to divert the water and dug a sieve around his father's grave. His father's bones were already soaked in the puddle."
[It’s okay if it’s dug into a sieve]
[He is really a well-known filial son in the village]
[Worry less with cremation]
[I’m really afraid that my son will let me soak in puddles in the future]
[You let your father sleep in a puddle every night, so what’s wrong with him pouring several basins of water on you? 】
Sang Luo shook his head, "It's not that his father poured water on him every night. It's just that Yang Zhai and Yin Zhai have the same energy, and they both play a role in people's fortune and health. After the Yin Zhai accumulated water, his father wanted to remind Chen Hao to pay attention to it. As a result, the house where Chen Hao lives becomes damp, so your quilt will be wet every morning when you wake up."
Chen Hao nodded, "That's right. If someone splashed water on me, I wouldn't be able to wake up." He lowered his eyebrows in thought and frowned, "But the tide is so strong! Every morning when I wake up, I feel like I could squeeze out a bowl of water from my quilt."
"Your father wanted to be gentler, but you didn't take it seriously. If he hadn't been harsher, you wouldn't have found me through the live broadcast room."
Chen Hao smiled sheepishly, touched his forehead, and then his eyes lit up, "By the way, master. My father is relocating his grave. Can you help me choose a grave site? The price is negotiable."
[The anchor is going to make a fortune, the last Feng Shui master made 300,000 by choosing a location]
[Remember to start the live broadcast when the anchor is gone]
[I also want to see the tomb relocation]
【Agree! 】
【+1】
Sang Luo shook his head, "No."
She was in Rongcheng, and Chen Hao was too far away in Luocheng.
"Master, as long as you come, in addition to the remuneration you should pay, I will cover the master's air tickets, accommodation, food and drinks."
"The Feng Shui master you invited last time is quite reliable. I want to stay in the temple to receive pilgrims, so it is not convenient for me to go to Luo City to visit you."
When Chen Hao heard this, he was a little frustrated, "Well, thank you Master for today."
Sang Luo waved his hand, "It's a small matter, that's all for today."
【It’s over again】
【This is too fast】
【I can’t get enough of it every time】
[I also want to count, but I can’t win the lucky bag! 】
After saying that, Sang Luo was ready to broadcast live.
Sun Ze on the side quickly snatched the phone away, "Wait a minute! Master! I have something I want to trouble you with!"
Sang Luo refused directly: "The two hexagrams have been calculated today. If you still want to calculate the hexagrams, you can come to Cangyun Temple to find me."
Her own purpose is to make the incense in Guanli flourish. Moreover, the money converted from the incense in Guanli is much more than what she earns from live broadcasts.
Last time, An Ran made a direct profit of 100,000 yuan from a two-meter high incense stick.
In fact, she has always wondered why her account was associated with this broken Taoist temple?
She was puzzled. There were too many questions that she needed to answer one by one.
After finishing the live broadcast, Sang Luo took an early rest.
The next day, Sang Luo got up at four or five in the morning to clean.
This Taoist temple is neither big nor small. It has seven or eight shrines, a dining hall that can feed fifty people, a sutra-storage pavilion, and more than thirty dormitories for pilgrims and Taoist priests.
She was single-handedly weak and had not finished cleaning the house for seven or eight days. Once the house became more popular, it might be easier to recruit some apprentices.
