I rely on fortune-telling to conquer wealthy families

You Ziming was confused and asked: "What kind of thing is it?"

Shang Qing: "This house is thick and simple. It is not a modern imitation. It should be inherited from the Tan family. The old house has spirits. This house has great spirituality. When it was built, an expert must have studied Feng Shui to protect the peace of the Tan family. .Did you see the plaque in front of the door?"

You Ziming looked up following his words and saw a black wooden plaque hanging in front of the door, with two ancient and powerful characters "Tan Mansion" on it.

"This plaque is also an antique. It is equivalent to the centerpiece of the Tan family's old house, and it controls the fortune of the entire Tan family."

You Ziming was puzzled again, "Since the feng shui of this house is so good, why did so many things happen to the Tan family?"

Shang Qing pointed to the high-rise buildings on both sides of the house, "Feng shui is built according to the situation, and the surrounding terrain has changed, so this feng shui is not suitable. The Tan family's feng shui array has not been changed for so long, and the atmosphere inside is already mixed. , spirits and evil spirits are mixed together. It would be fine if nothing happens, but if something happens, it will be difficult to find the reason."

You Ziming suddenly realized, "So that's what you said! No wonder Mr. Tan didn't find out the reason after finding so many people."

Shang Qing turned around and asked the little brother who sent them here, "You said something happened to the Tan family. What happened?"

The younger brother led the way, "We talked as we walked. The eldest young master of the Tan family and the second young lady are both married, but only the second young lady has a daughter, who is just four years old this year. The second young lady's house was robbed before, and the young lady lived in the Tan family's old house at that time. I live in a house, so I wasn’t frightened.”

"But this morning, the little lady suddenly fell into a coma. The Tan family wanted to send her to the hospital, but the little girl started convulsing as soon as she left Tan's house. The scene was very scary. Mr. Tan always loved his granddaughter, so he anxiously arranged the tea party It’s ahead of schedule today.”

Shang Qing frowned, "Has this little girl always lived in Tan Mansion?"

The younger brother nodded, "Yes, she has been living here since the second lady's accident, and she also slept in Tan Mansion last night."

The three of them entered the door and were greeted by a man who looked like a butler, followed by a handsome young man.

The younger brother explained in a low voice: "The housekeeper of the Tan family, followed by Tan Fengyan, the third young master of the Tan family."

Shang Qing looked up and found that although Tan Fengyan's approach was not rude, it was not very enthusiastic.

He took a look at the other person and found that this person had no destiny and did not believe in Feng Shui. He probably wanted to drive everyone out now and take the child to the hospital as soon as possible.

Shang Qing even saw the words "I'm afraid there's another liar" on his face.

The butler came forward and said, "Is this Master Zhou? Come with me. The other masters have already arrived. Oh, this is my third young master..."

A trace of impatience flashed in Tan Fengyan's eyes, but he still maintained his demeanor and extended a hand.

Unexpectedly, Shang Qing didn't even look at it. He took a step forward and said, "Lead the way."

The butler quickly lowered his head, hesitated, and led the way.

Tan Fengyan: "..." This person must be a liar. He looks more like a liar than everyone else who came before!

Shang Qing and You Ziming followed the housekeeper through the corridor and found that the tea party was placed directly in the courtyard. To be precise, in the garden.

It is June now, the weather is not very hot, it is a good time to enjoy the flowers. There are no expensive flowers and plants in this yard, but they are well taken care of and look full of life.

Shang Qing inexplicably had a good impression of the Tan family.

The floor of the small courtyard was paved with bluestone slabs, and several small square tables were placed at random intervals. A dozen mysticists were talking to each other.

Shang Qing took a closer look and found that all of them were successful practitioners and had meritorious deeds, and there was not one who was just trying to make up for it. If nothing else, Mr. Tan has a pretty good eye for people.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard someone say: "Fellow Daoist Zhou? I actually saw him here."

Shang Qing turned around and found that it was the three brothers Wang Jinsan. He asked curiously: "You were also invited?"

Wang Jinsan said: "It was Third Grandpa who received the invitation, but he is old and will return to the embrace of the earth soon. It is not convenient for him to make this trip, so he asked us to come and have a look."

Shang Qing nodded. The shaman clan worships nature and has a very free and easy view of death.

Wang Jinsi was more lively and said: "Fellow Daoist Zhou, you only saw us, didn't you see any other acquaintances?"

Shang Qing looked in the direction he pointed, and it turned out to be Cao Muxing. This guy was glaring at him angrily. When he saw him looking over, he immediately rolled his eyes and raised his head, looking arrogant with his nostrils turned upward.

There is also a Taoist priest who is in his forties, honest-looking, and looks like he is from Chongya Mountain.

The Taoist priest also raised his head and took a look, leading Cao Muxing over, and then gave a slight salute to Shang Qing, "Fellow Daoist Zhou, I am Liu Fu. I heard that Jupiter was very rude to you in the last Xuanzhao Competition. Thank you for your kindness." Despite all the previous dissatisfaction, I was willing to save his life in the end.”

Cao Muxing's face turned red, "Uncle Master! Why am I being rude? He was obviously the one who took away my hanging ghost!"

Liu Fu was helpless, "Do you think I haven't asked about what happened? It was obviously you who attacked me first, but you are not as good as others but you still have the nerve to say it. Have you apologized to me?"

Cao Musing curled his lips and said perfunctorily: "Fellow Daoist Zhou, I'm sorry."

Liu Fu slapped him on the back of the head and said, "Speak carefully!"

Cao Muxing took a deep breath, bowed his hands, and said fiercely: "Fellow Daoist Zhou, yes, no, stop!"

Liu Fu shook his head, "Did Fellow Daoist Zhou not find a seat? We still have an empty seat there, let's sit together?"

Shang Qing raised his eyebrows and looked at the angry Cao Musing, then nodded in his murderous eyes, "Okay!"

As for You Ziming, as a mortal who doesn't know how to practice, he had already been arranged to go to a side hall to drink tea.

Not long after the three of them sat down, Mr. Tan arrived.

The old gentleman is quite old, and his hair has turned white. Although he is still in good spirits, his face is full of anxiety.

Before he even sat down, he bowed to everyone, "I've neglected you all today, but my granddaughter is still awake. Can you help me quickly?"

Everyone was here to help, and they didn't put on any airs. A female master stood up first and said, "I'll go first. It's just a good idea."

After saying that, she closed her eyes and felt it carefully.

Shang Qing leaned forward and asked Cao Muxing: "Who is this?"

Cao Muxing glanced at him sideways, "Why should I tell you?"

Shang Qing nodded, "You really don't know."

Cao Musing suddenly became angry, "Who says I don't know! This master's name is Zhu Ling. She is the aunt of that girl Li Ziguo. She is also of the blood of the witches of the East and is very good at Gongyin. She is now the local Yin spirit in Gongyin, Trying to figure out what happened."

After speaking, he said proudly: "You don't even know this? Humph, you are indeed far worse than me."

Shang Qing continued to sit back and saw sweat slowly dripping from Master Zhu Ling's forehead and his face turned pale. After a while, she opened her eyes and felt much less energetic. She waved her hands again and sighed, "I'm sorry."

Several servants quickly helped her back.

Shang Qing knew why she became like this. This house has existed for too long, and countless people have died in it, so the yin energy is very strong. In this environment, the more sensitive your physique is, the more intolerable it will be. Master Zhu Ling's Gongyin is so powerful, I'm afraid it was extremely uncomfortable just now.

Another short master stepped forward, carrying a bag behind him with a lot of bits and pieces inside. He didn't say a word, just kept playing around there.

Shang Qing leaned forward again, "I bet you don't know who this is."

Cao Muxing was really angry again, "Tch, do you think I am you? This master's name is Yang Ting, and he is a formation master. I also know that he talks very little, and is known as Yang Wukou. Just watch, and I won't care whether it succeeds or not. , he won’t say a word.”

Sure enough, there was no response after the formation was set up. Yang Ting silently packed up his things and walked to his seat without saying a word the whole time.

Cao Musing raised his eyebrows proudly, that means: Did you see it?

The next person who stepped forward was a master in his thirties, dressed as a normal Taoist priest, with a mahogany sword behind him.

Shang Qing leaned forward tactically, "I bet you don't know who this person is."

"How could I not know! He is..." Cao Muxing suddenly reacted and said angrily: "Damn! You think I'm a fool! Are you asking me for information?"

Shang Qing sighed regretfully and said to himself: "I knew you must only know the first two people. You only know two out of a dozen people, which is in line with your level."

As soon as these words were spoken, Cao Muxing became so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and turned his nostrils to the sky, "Bah! Who said I only know two people! Let me tell you, there is no one here that I don't know! This is Master Zhao, the elder Those from the Shan sect are good at catching ghosts! The one sitting there is Master Wang, from the Youyun sect! And the one over there..."

He was talking quickly, and Shang Qing leaned back with satisfaction, listening and thinking about who he should ask about the fate-changing magic circle later.

Next to him, Liu Fu covered his face in pain, feeling heavy with pills.

Seven or eight masters have been rotated before, but nothing has been achieved. Shang Qing also feels sorry for these masters. It is impossible for them not to see the weirdness of Tan family's Feng Shui. I just want to save people, and I will try it if it works.

At this time, Wang Jinsan stood up and walked to the front.

He didn't say much, he just bowed to heaven and earth, then spread his arms and danced.

I have heard of shamans dancing to pray to gods, but this was the first time I saw it.

I saw that Wang Jinsan's dance was full of strength and very light. When he danced, his bones made jagged sounds, and the sound also had a strange rhythm.

Gradually, his movements became larger and larger, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he jumped continuously for more than ten minutes before stopping.

He calmed down his breathing and said with difficulty: "There is a...pony's soul wandering here."

Everyone was stunned, this was the first person to see the soul!

Mr. Tan was even more excited, "Is it, is it a white pony?"

Wang Jinsan nodded, "Yes, it's a white little mare with a little flower on its left leg in front. She runs around in this house."

Mr. Tan: "That's right! This was the baby's birthday gift last year. She wanted a pony, so we gave her a pony. Unfortunately, not long after, the pony got a sudden illness and died. But it was heartbroken Are you resentful and want to take revenge on the baby?”

Wang Jinsan shook his head, "I don't know about this. I just think that the pony's soul cannot rest in peace, and it is not good for it or you. I want to save it."

Mr. Tan nodded, "Yes, yes, hurry up and save yourself. I'll have someone prepare whatever you need!"

Wang Jinsan: "No need." He took out a bone flute, sat cross-legged on the ground, and played a requiem.

Shang Qing listened quietly, with some admiration in his heart. The shaman is indeed the clan closest to nature. If he were to come looking for it, it would not be easy to find the soul of an animal.

After playing the song, Wang Jinsan stood up and said, "I have sent it back to the earth."

Mr. Tan was excited, "Quick, go see if the baby is awake?"

The housekeeper trotted down and came back a moment later, worry evident on his face, "Sir, the young lady is still sleeping."

Wang Jinsan frowned, "It seems that the problem is not with this pony soul. I'm sorry everyone."

Mr. Tan was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand feebly, "I don't blame you."

The old man turned his head and looked at everyone pleadingly, "Everyone, are there any other tricks that are useless? Don't worry, if I can save the baby, I will definitely reward you with a lot of money, and I won't let everyone's efforts go in vain. Please help me again... "

The old man has always been aloof, but this time he has given up all his dignity.

Shang Qing sighed, stood up and walked to the front, smiling: "Old man, I can give it a try, but there is one more thing that requires your cooperation."

Mr. Tan quickly asked: "What's the matter?"

Shang Qing: "You need to take off the plaque on your Tan Mansion and cover it with a black cloth."

Mr. Tan: "This... there is an ancestral motto in the clan. As long as there is still one person in the Tan family, the plaque cannot be taken off, saying that it can protect the peace of the whole family. Why...?"

Shang Qing: "That plaque not only suppressed the Tan family's fortune, but also made the atmosphere of this place mixed. I'm not good at cultivation, so I can't figure it out with that plaque hanging on it."

Mr. Tan hesitated for a moment, then turned to Tan Fengyan and said, "Go in person and take off the plaque. Be careful."

Tan Fengyan stamped his feet anxiously, "Dad!" He wanted to say, don't listen to this group of liars chattering here, even after waiting for a long time, you didn't notice it! Get these people away quickly and go to the hospital!

Mr. Tan slapped the table, "Go quickly!"

Tan Fengyan had no choice but to glare at Shang Qing and turned around.

Within a moment, Shang Qing felt that the atmosphere around him was much clearer. I couldn't help but think to myself, that guy looked tough, but in fact he was very filial and efficient.

Sure enough, Tan Fengyan ran in after a while and said fiercely: "I have already placed the plaque. I want to see what clever tricks this master has!"

Shang Qing ignored him, took out the hexagram plate from his pocket, and played a hexagram.

The hexagrams were uncertain, the pointer kept turning, he was calculating quickly in his mind, and his fingers were constantly changing...

After about ten minutes, the hands finally stopped.

Shang Qing walked in the direction of the pointer, and finally came to a door. He asked, "What is this room for?"

Tan Fengyan said: "This is my collection room, is there a problem?"

Shang Qing: "Open."

Tan Fengyan snorted coldly, took out the key and opened the door.

The air-conditioning flows out from inside, and because it is used to store collectibles, the temperature and humidity are fixed, making it feel more comfortable.

Shang Qing entered the door and came to a collection cabinet according to the direction of the pointer. There is a porcelain bowl inside. The style is not very exquisite, but the glaze color is beautiful. The deep blue color is like the night sky, occasionally mixed with tiny stars.

A master at the back guessed: "Since the hexagram points to this bowl, could it be that it is a funerary object unearthed from the tomb and contains Yin energy?"

Tan Fengyan sneered, "The master made a miscalculation. Not only is this bowl not a funerary object, it's not even an antique. It's just a modern work of art."

Shang Qing: "Artwork? Can you take it out and have a look?"

Tan Fengyan felt that he couldn't even see the coffin without crying, and he didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he opened the cabinet and took out the bowl.

Shang Qing took the bowl and found that the workmanship was indeed not very exquisite, but when he looked closer, the glaze color was even more beautiful, and it could simply suck people's attention into it.

However, no matter how you look at it, this is just an ordinary bowl... Liu Fu behind him hesitated: "It seems that you don't feel the Yin Qi?"

Shang Qing pondered for a moment, then lowered his head and whispered softly: "What do you think?"

Three low words floated in my ears: "There's something weird."

Shang Qing nodded and waved to the housekeeper, "Bring a basin of water, preferably well water."

The housekeeper ran very fast, and soon he brought a basin of water in a porcelain basin. It was really deep well water, cold to the touch, and small water droplets condensed on the wall of the basin.

Butler: "Is this okay?"

Shang Qing nodded and motioned for him to put it down, then dipped the bowl into the well water, scooped out half the bowl of water, and placed it on the locker.

The color of the bowl wall became brighter when it was stained with water. Everyone watched intently, but in the blink of an eye, a drop of blood appeared at the bottom of the bowl.

Then the second drop, the third drop... In just a moment, the entire bowl of water was dyed blood red.

At the same time, Master Zhu Ling just heard a scream, then his whole body trembled, his eyes rolled and he fainted.

Everyone hurriedly supported her and looked at the porcelain bowl in horror. This bowl... was full of resentment!