Fengshui masters are Internet celebrities

Luo Yingbai took the painting out of the frame, pinched the piece of paper, and asked with an inexplicable expression, "Is this painting brought back with something?"

Yi Yong glanced at his father, he took the painting back, Principal Yi was shocked, and said, "Yes, I brought this painting home with me, and a teapot."

Luo Yingbai said, "Where's the teapot?"

Principal Yi: "...in my study, it was used to make tea."

From Luo Yingbai's tone, he could feel that it must not be a good thing, and he lost his breath when he spoke, and asked Yi Yong to take out the teapot that the whole family liked very much recently.

As soon as the pot was taken out, Luo Yingbai could feel a strong evil spirit without even holding it in his hand.

When he was looking at Su Shi's handwriting just now, he rubbed it lightly, and the black mist on the surface had dissipated, indicating that the evil spirit on the handwriting was just scratched from other places.Now Luo Yingbai could clearly see that the spout of the teapot in front of him was spraying black mist, and the black mist was spreading to the surroundings little by little.

He was immediately in awe of the two teachers around him—making tea with this thing, and it’s hard to live for such a long time!

That is to say, the scholarly family of the Yi family, with outstanding virtues, is naturally blessed with a clean energy, and the other family would probably die long ago.

Luo Yingbai took the pot over and stroked the pot with his hands. His fair and slender fingers touched the dark brown ceramics with an indescribable beauty, as if they had become a part of the handicraft.But the black mist that was still aggressive just now seemed to be a little afraid of him, and became more restrained, and spontaneously avoided Luo Yingbai's hand.

What's even more strange is that the original dark brown on the pot gradually faded with Luo Yingbai's touch, revealing a crystal clear white background, and the body of the pot also became smooth, as if it had turned into a brown color in a blink of an eye. something new.

Yi Yong and Principal Yi were dumbfounded watching this miraculous scene.

Principal Yi blurted out: "I thought it was a purple clay pot, but I missed it?"

Luo Yingbai put the pot on the table and showed it to the two people: "You are not mistaken, but the purple sand originally only has an outer layer, and the inner part is sweet white porcelain."

The texture of sweet white porcelain is much more expensive than purple sand. Usually, I have only heard of substandard products as good ones, but no one wastes so much effort to refill them. As the saying goes, there must be demons when things go wrong. The safety of the whole family, Yi Yong couldn't hold back anymore, and asked: "Yingbai, is the problem on this pot serious?"

He didn't even realize that his tone had changed from disapproval to anxiety and dependence.

"It's okay, if you solve the problem in time now, nothing will happen."

Luo Yingbai comforted her first, and then turned the pot in the direction of the two of them to look at: "Principal, teacher, you must have the impression that there was a kind of pottery introduced in the section of "Taiping Preview" in the Yuzu Tribe section. Dongxi, it is said that there are people in the east who are seven feet long and wear chickens on their heads. They swallow three thousand evil spirits in the morning and three hundred evil spirits in the evening. They are called Father Huang, also known as Shixie. They use ghosts as food and fog as pulp. Please, please Look, does the shape of this pot look like a food evil?"

The father and son of the Yi family are both experts. Hearing what Luo Yingbai said, they hurriedly went to see it together. After looking at it, they found that the whole body of the pot was a person sitting cross-legged as Luo Yingbai said. , there is a big rooster on the head, the cockscomb is made into a pot lid, and the water in the teapot is poured out from the rooster's mouth.

When Principal Yi bought it, he felt that the pot was very simple and the price was not expensive. The whole body of the pot was dark before. He didn't look carefully and thought it was a few big flowers on it. Now Luo Yingbai wiped it clean and reminded him. It was only when I realized that things were so weird that I almost threw up at that time, and Yi Yong's face next to me was also very ugly.

Luo Yingbai understood his feelings, but it was not easy to persuade him, so he could only continue to say: "Shixie feeds on evil spirits. It is originally a thing with 'inside evil'. Use it as a pot and put it in it. Drinking tea will definitely have an impact on the original yang energy of the human body, not to mention..."

He opened the lid of the pot and took a look: "The tea you drink is first day buds, right? First day buds are a kind of white tea, cool in nature, always soaked in this pot, born to kill, given to take away, yang energy Leaked, heartbroken, lungs, brains."

The faces of the two members of the Yi family changed upon hearing these words, Principal Yi said: "Then, what should we do?"

Luo Yingbai turned it over and looked at the pot: "Oh, you should drink some black tea like oolong and Pu'er in the future, it is better for the health of the elderly."

Yi Yong: "... Isn't the point the pot?"

Only then did Luo Yingbai come to his senses, and said with a broken smile, "Of course the pot is fine. I'm here. Now that the purple sand that seals Yin Qi on the surface has been removed, you can just bury it, as long as you don't use it to drink any more. Water, the symptoms on the body will gradually be relieved.”

He walked to the window, looked at the terrain outside, took a carbon pen from the side, opened the window and threw it outside: "There is wind and water hidden there, and the tree veins are connected to it. One year after it was buried, this Just the pot will dissipate the bad luck by itself and turn into soil again. It’s just that you have to check it frequently to prevent it from being dug away by others.”

Yi Yong was wearing high myopia glasses, standing by the window, and could clearly see that carbon pen shot out like an arrow, and it was stuck under a big tree at the bottom of the building. It was not soft. In the dirt.

He stared at the pen dumbfounded, then looked back at Luo Yingbai who had a harmless face, remembering that he slapped him twice on the head two days ago, he suddenly felt a little pain in his hand.

After all, Principal Yi is the head of the school. He has seen many strange people and strange things over the years. After being surprised for a while, he calmed down first. He just bought this teapot at an antique stall on the side of the road. It just so happens that no one understands these things, but it almost caused a catastrophe.

Fortunately, the grandson met Luo Yingbai in that store, thinking of this, Principal Yi also secretly rejoiced.

He didn't put on airs as the principal, and sincerely thanked Luo Yingbai: "Thank you for this incident, if Duidui hadn't happened to meet you when he was crying outside, our whole family would definitely not even know how to die. No way. Letting you make this trip for nothing, it is not safe for young people to bring too much money on the road, I will ask your teacher to call you the reward when I go back."

Seeing what Luo Yingbai was going to say, Principal Yi waved his hand to stop him, and smiled kindly: "You can't let me take advantage of the younger generation, so don't refuse, come, sit down and have a cup of tea."

Luo Yingbai: "..."

Yi Yong looked at the teapot on the ground, and said weakly, "Let's have a drink."

For at least a year, he didn't want to drink tea anymore.

Luo Yingbai reminded: "In addition to the teapot, there is also that pair of Jiangshang posts that are also stained with bad luck. They are fake anyway, so just burn them."

"Oh, fake?" Hearing what he said, Yi Yong became interested and said, "Tell me why."

His expression was more questioning than questioning, even Principal Yi looked at Luo Yingbai with interest.

Luo Yingbai smiled: "Falling like raindrops, shining like stars from the moon——Su Shi's writing is clean and neat, natural and unrestrained, but this one is too wild, pretending to be kicking, it must be Later generations copied it."

He said casually, with a calm demeanor, and Yi Yong did not hide his admiration in his eyes. Principal Yi smiled at the words, but said noncommittally: "Everyone says that Su Dongpo is wild by nature, whether it is writing poems or writing, he is not good at it." Harmonious rate, not according to the shape, you say he is pretending to kick, how can you see that he didn't do it on purpose?"

Luo Yingbai calmly said with a smile: "Wang Zhuo said that Mr. Dongpo's eyes and ears are new to the world because he uses poetry as his lyrics. It can be seen that later people always comment that he writes freely, and there are also factors of misinformation. For example, later generations commented that Su Shi's "Nian Nujiao Chibi Nostalgia" was not written according to the style of the lyrics, so it was criticized more, but I thought the two sentences "I think back to the time when Gongjin was married, Xiao Qiao first married, and she was majestic and heroic" and "The spirit of the motherland, full of love" Ying Xiao, I was born in Huafa' early and should have concluded the sentence like this. Isn't the meaning of '了' the whole thing?"

As soon as he said this, the two pedants present were silent. After a while, Principal Yi suddenly laughed and clapped his hands: "Good idea, good idea, he really is an unusual kid. Have you written this point of view?" Come out? It should be studied in depth."

Luo Yingbai smiled and said, "I've already made a project and plan to hand it in."

Principal Yi said: "Not bad, not bad, I'll have to take a good look at it then."

An excellent subject is also a good bargaining chip for students to be promoted and find a job. Both he and Yi Yong decided in their hearts to help Luo Yingbai take a good look at it. On the one hand, it was because the child helped them, but more importantly The most important thing is that Luo Yingbai has his own ideas, which are worth cultivating.

Yi Yong said: "Let's stay at home for dinner today, and ask your teacher's wife to cook you something delicious."

Luo Yingbai smiled and said, "It's disrespectful. Teacher... Hehe, it would be even better if you could cancel the two study notes that you punished me last time."

Yi Yong: "..."

He knew that this kid was a bastard who would be bright when given a little sunshine, and who would put on his face when he pushed his nose, so he couldn't give him a good face. Unfortunately, he had just been saved by someone, and there was still a little awe in his heart. Gritting his teeth, he still didn't dare to say the scolding words, and said angrily: "Do as you like!"

Luo Yingbai escaped, and immediately became heartless happy, feeling that there is nothing wrong with life, so Pidianpidian followed the principal and teacher to eat delicious food.

He had no idea that in this short period of ten or so hours, there had been a lot of noise on Weibo.