70s rebirth daily

"Blessings come from the mountain range, and blessings come from a good day. Three sounds of falling on the ground determine one's fate, and Fengshui magic can change one's future."

These two sentences mean that the innate destiny of a mortal has been fixed since birth and cannot be changed.Acquired luck can be created by relying on feng shui of yin and yang houses, so it can make up for innate deficiencies.

As for the feng shui of the yin house, it is nothing more than burying the ancestors and building a tomb mountain, so that the corpses of the ancestors can be fumigated by the aura of heaven and earth on the real dragon cave room of the feng shui treasure, so as to emit the essence and auspicious energy, which is finally transmitted to the descendants. Change the effect of fate, fortune, wealth and honor.

In addition, there is another method to create directly on the male body, that is, to create a living base.

"Shengji" was called "Zongshenggen" in ancient times, and it is the living tomb and longevity tomb of living people.That is to say, in the mouth of Taiji, which is the dragon's lair, plant the spiritual thoughts of the Yangren. Taiji is inherently infinite. Planting the spiritual thoughts will establish the master, and the aura of the mountains and rivers can be directly transferred to the Yangren. To make up for the lack of innate numerology

A successful birth base has the effects of destroying officials, increasing longevity, improving salary, or attracting wealth.

The most typical example is Zeng Wenyu, the chief disciple of Yang Gong’s patriarch who helped the poor in the past. He once planted roots in more than 100 places for himself in order to live forever.Although the result was not as expected, Mr. Zeng lived up to [-] years because of this.

It's a pity that this method is a secret method of Yang Gong's sect, and it cannot be passed on or applied outside.Moreover, the feng shui master and his party have a saying that they searched for the dragon for three years and tapped the acupoints for ten years. It is hard to find an unowned feng shui treasure, and it is so simple to hit the real acupoint.If you click on the wrong dragon's lair, causing bad luck to enter your body, even if you don't die suddenly on the spot, you will probably be plagued by bad luck for the rest of your life and your home will be restless.

Therefore, although creating a living foundation is good, it is too difficult and risky to operate. Ordinary monks dare not take risks with their own lives, but monks who have cultivated to a certain level pay more attention to having no desires, no demands, and being content with whatever happens.Therefore, if it is not necessary, most people will not move such thoughts.

Chen Bingwen's plain narration: "It was my grandfather who planted roots for me. He was the last successor of the Yang Gong sect. My mother was weak by nature, and my father had a prominent family background. Although I am a son-in-law, life is difficult."

"My grandfather felt sorry for my situation, and I was his only junior, so he used a geomantic treasure he found in the early years to arrange a grave for me."

After this fight, accidents happened to his group of concubine brothers one after another. Either they were found out to be not his father's seed, or they were accidentally beaten to death by his father because they offended a nobleman, or they died due to various accidents...

In a few years, his father only had him as a perfect son.Only then did his life finally get better.

Even later, when the Chen family was defeated due to turmoil, he was always safe and sound.

It's just that these are not enough for outsiders.

"I see." Song Fengchen nodded, stared at Chen Bingwen several times, and then asked: "The light was not very good yesterday afternoon, so I didn't see it clearly...May I ask Mr. Chen's birthday this year?"

"The [-]th birthday just passed last year." Chen Bingwen replied.

Hearing this, Zhou Haochang, who had been wandering in the sky from the beginning to the end, suddenly came back to his senses, and his eyes touched Chen Bingwen, who looked not much different from himself, with a look of surprise.

"So Mr. Chen came to the door today, but because there is something wrong with the biological foundation?" Song Fengchen asked.

"That's right." Chen Bingwen took a long breath, "Since my grandfather gave birth to me, in the past [-] years, I have been steadily rising, not to mention that my career has been safe and sound. I only talk about my body. In the past few years, the worst time for me was a high fever, which was cured the next day... Others said that I looked tender and did not look old, but I knew that it was all thanks to the foundation. "

"However, recently, I often feel powerless, and I will get sick every now and then... Cough cough..." Chen Bingwen covered his mouth with his hand and coughed twice, "Although they are all minor illnesses , but obviously feel that my body is not as good as before, and I have to wonder if there is something wrong with my grave."

He looked at Song Fengchen: "I don't know Mr. Song?"

Song Fengchen, however, shook his head: "It is said that there is a priority in learning the Tao, and there is a specialization in the arts. Although I have dabbled in Fengshui, but after all, I am just looking at the basket, and my knowledge is a little superficial. Let's do it, I'm afraid..."

Hearing this, Chen Bingwen's complexion couldn't help but dimmed. Just when he was disappointed, Song Fengchen said again: "Although I don't have the art of wind and water, I still think that I am a little shallow when it comes to fortune-telling."

Chen Bingwen's expression lifted.

Song Fengchen looked up at him: "Just say right now, Mr. Chen, you have a narrow forehead, a flat nose, a damaged door, and a faint blue color on your face. This is a typical villain's face."

"What does Mr. Song mean?" Chen Bingwen's pupils shrank.

"Did Mr. Chen never suspect that someone was targeting you behind your back?" Song Fengchen asked.

Chen Bingwen frowned: "It's not that I didn't suspect it, but it's because besides me, my grandfather and my mother knew about the creation of the foundation. When the Chen family was defeated more than [-] years ago, they passed away one after another."

Song Fengchen asked again: "Then Mr. Chen, have you ever thought about it, aside from these, if something happens to you, who will be the biggest beneficiary?"

Chen Bingwen said calmly: "One is my cousin's youngest son, who has been coveting my business for a long time; the other is my accountant, who was sent by the barracks to supervise me; and my four capable Assistants. If something happens to me, all six of them may be in charge."

Speaking of this, Chen Bingwen lowered his tone: "Mr. Song asked, is there a way to find out who is behind the scenes?"

When Chen Bingwen said this, he subconsciously agreed with Song Fengchen's statement.

Song Fengchen nodded, otherwise he wouldn't be sitting here.

Chen Bingwen asked: "I don't know what Mr. Song plans to do?"

Song Fengchen said bluntly: "Find an excuse and call here all the people you think are suspicious, and I'll just identify them one by one."

"This..." Chen Bingwen hesitated a little: "My four assistants have all gone to the local government to check the accounts. It may take a lot of time to call them back. Moreover, if I let them know about this, I will call them back because I suspect that if they want to kill me, I'm afraid it will chill their hearts... So, see, Mr. Song, is there any other more appropriate way."

Song Fengchen thought for a while: "Yes, there are, but you have to know their birth dates."

Chen Bingwen was overjoyed: "This is simple."

As he spoke, he waved at the bodyguard behind him. The bodyguard didn't speak, just nodded, then turned and walked out.

It was already an hour after he came back, and Song Fengchen was already ready.

"Mr. Song!" Chen Bingwen took the note from the bodyguard and handed it to Song Fengchen.

Song Fengchen put down the teacup in his hand, got up and walked to a dining table. On the table were six white porcelain bowls, six pieces of willow wood, six pieces of talisman paper and seven silver coins with dragons as their faces.

Chen Bingwen and others also followed suit.

Song Fengchen picked up a pen and wrote the birthdays of the six people on the note one by one on the willow wood slices, then wrapped the willow wood slices with talisman paper, and threw them into a white porcelain bowl filled with rice wine.

He picked up the matchbox next to him, struck a match, and lit the rice wine in the white porcelain bowl sequentially from left to right.

The fire burst into the sky with a puff.

Song Fengchen counted silently in his heart, and after counting 49, he grabbed a handful of rice and threw it forward, and all the rice evenly fell into the flames on the white porcelain bowl.

Chen Bingwen and others subconsciously widened their eyes.

After another 49 counts, Song Fengchen picked up the silver dollars in front of the porcelain bowls and put them into the porcelain bowls respectively.

There was only a crisp plop, and the flame in the white porcelain bowl was suddenly extinguished.When I looked again, there was no talisman paper or willow wood in the bowl, only a bowl full of rice wine and a shining silver dollar.

Chen Bingwen couldn't help holding his breath.

All I saw was Song Fengchen reaching out to take the six silver dollars out of the white porcelain bowl, and then took out a piece of blank yellow paper to wrap the remaining seventh silver dollar.

"Why is there an extra one?" Chen Bingwen asked.

Song Fengchen: "These six people are currently only Mr. Chen's suspects, and there is no guarantee that the person behind the scenes must be among the six people, so this is equivalent to a blank comparison."

After finishing speaking, Song Fengchen waved to the bodyguards to remove all the things on the table, and replaced them with a white tablecloth, which was covered with strange patterns drawn with charcoal.

He placed the seven silver dollars in seven blank positions on the tablecloth from top to bottom.Then he recruited Chen Bingwen, pointed to the thicker stalk at the bottom of the pattern, and handed him a small knife: "Drip blood here."

Without hesitation, Chen Bingwen took the knife and made a slash on the palm of his left hand.

The blood flowed down drop by drop and fell on the tablecloth. Not only did it not spread, but it spread upward along the lines of the pattern.

Chen Bingwen directly ignored the stabbing pain in his palm, and stared at the tablecloth firmly.

The blood soaked the first silver dollar, and there was no reaction.

The second one was still calm.

The third...

……

The sixth...

Chen Bingwen couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. There must be some disappointment, but more relief...

"Okay, it seems that these six people are all right." Song Fengchen frowned slightly.

Chen Bingwen withdrew his left hand, and the bodyguard holding the gauze hurriedly stepped forward to bandage him.

At this moment, the blood on the white cloth completely soaked the seventh blank silver dollar, and the remaining six silver dollars vibrated in unison. When Song Fengchen and others realized it, one of the silver dollars suddenly jumped up, Just hitting the yellow paper that wrapped the seventh silver dollar, this blank silver dollar directly broke through the shackles of the talisman paper, jumped off the table, and rolled down in front of the door of the box with a crisp impact sound.

"Bang bang bang—" a rapid knock on the door broke the dead silence.

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