Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

"Send a blessing bell in the mountains, and blessings come from a good time. Three sounds of landing determine his fate, and the magic of Feng Shui will change the future."

These two sentences mean that the innate fate of a mortal has been set from birth and cannot be changed. The acquired path of luck can be built by the yin and yang house feng shui, so it can make up for innate deficiencies.

The Fengshui part of the Yin House is nothing more than burying the ancestors to build a tomb mountain, so that the corpses of the ancestors can be fumigated by the aura of the heavens and the earth on the Feng Shui Baodi Zhenlong Cave Room, so as to emit the essence of auspicious energy, which is finally transmitted to the future generations. The effect of changing destiny fortune and wealth.

In addition to this, there is another method of directly creating on the yang person, which is the foundation of creation.

"Shengji" was called "planting roots" in ancient times, and it was the birth tomb and longevity tomb of the living person. That is to say, in the mouth of the Taiji, namely the Dragon Cave, plant the Yangren’s divine consciousness method. Taiji is based on the Wuji, plant the divine consciousness method to become the master. The spiritual energy of the mountains and rivers can be directly transferred to the Yangren. To make up for the inadequacy of innate numerology

Successful students have the effects of destroying officials, increasing longevity, gaining income, or attracting wealth.

The most typical example is Zeng Wenyuan, the former chief disciple of the Patriarch of the Yanggong School of Poverty Relief. He once planted more than 100 roots for himself in order to live forever. Although the result was not as expected, Zeng Gong lived for 300 years.

It's a pity that this method is a secret method of the Yang Gong school, which is neither passed on nor applied. Moreover, Feng Shui masters and his party have said that they have searched for dragons for three years and ten years for acupuncture. It is difficult to find the treasures of Fengshui without an owner, and it is so simple to click the true acupuncture point. If you click the wrong dragon's cave and cause unlucky spirits to enter your body, even if you don't die on the spot, you will probably suffer from bad luck for the rest of your life and your family will be restless.

Therefore, although the foundation of creation is good, it can't bear to operate too difficult and too risky. Ordinary monks don't dare to take risks with their bodies, and monks who have cultivated to a certain level are more concerned about having no desires and no desires, and being at ease. Therefore, if it is not necessary, most people will not move such thoughts.

Chen Bingwen's plain narrative: "It was my grandfather who took root for me. He was the last heir of the Yanggong school. My mother was weak by nature, and his father had a prominent family background. Although I am a prostitute, my life is difficult."

"My grandfather felt sorry for my situation, and since I was his only junior, he used a geomantic treasure he had found a few years earlier to set up a grave for me."

After hitting this, his group of concubine brothers got into trouble one after another, either they were found to be not his father's species, or they were beaten to death by his father because they offended the nobleman, or they died because of various accidents...

Within a few years, his father was left with his intact son. At this time, his life finally got better.

Even if the Chen family was defeated due to the turmoil in the future, he remained safe and sound.

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

"So that's it." Song Fengchen nodded and stared at Chen Bingwen for several times before he asked: "The light was not very good yesterday afternoon, so I didn't really look at it very seriously...Dare to ask Mr. Chen his birthday this year?"

"The 60th birthday just passed last year." Chen Bingwen replied.

Hearing this, Zhou Haochang, who had been wandering around the world from beginning to end, came back to his senses suddenly, and his eyes touched Chen Bingwen, who looked almost like him, with a look of surprise on his face.

"That's why Mr. Chen came here today, but because there was a problem with the foundation of creation?" Song Fengchen asked.

"Not bad." Chen Bingwen sighed. "Since my grandfather laid the foundation for me, I have been steadily rising in the past 40 years, not to mention the surprises and dangers in my career. Only the physical aspect, the last ten years In a few years, I had a high fever at the worst time, and it was better the next day... Others say that I look tender and not old, but I know that this is all due to the foundation of life."

"However, during the recent period, I often feel powerless, and I will get sick every three to five hours...cough cough..." Chen Bingwen stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and coughed heavily. "Although it is all minor illnesses, but I obviously feel that my body is not as good as before, and I have to wonder if something is wrong with my grave."

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

Song Fengchen shook his head: "They all say that there is a sequence of learning about Taoism, and that there is a specialization in the art industry. Although I have also dabbled in Feng Shui, I have a limited understanding of the basket, and my knowledge is a little shallow. Let’s go, I’m afraid..."

Hearing this, Chen Bingwen's face couldn't help but dimmed. Just when he was disappointed in his heart, Song Fengchen spoke again: "Although I don't use the art of ventilation, I think it's a bit simple to think about fortune-telling."

Chen Bingwen's expression lifted.

Song Fengchen looked up at him: "Just say that now, Mr. Chen, you have a narrow forehead, a collapsed nose, a broken door, and a faint blue color on your face. This is a typical face of a criminal."

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

"Has Mr. Chen never suspected that someone was targeting you secretly?" Song Fengchen asked.

Chen Bingwen frowned: "It's not that I didn't doubt it, but because of the creation of the foundation. Apart from me, my grandfather and my mother knew about it. When the Chen family was defeated more than 30 years ago, they just Passed away successively."

Song Fengchen asked again: "Then Mr. Chen, have you ever thought about it, if something goes wrong with you, who will be the biggest beneficiary?"

Chen Bingwen said in a low voice, "One is my cousin’s youngest son, who has been greedy for the business in my hands for a long time; one is my accountant, who was sent over from the military camp to supervise me; and my four capable ones. Assistant. Once I have an accident, these six people are likely to be in position."

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

Chen Bingwen's words clearly 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 intends to do?"

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

"This..." Chen Bingwen hesitated slightly: "My four assistants have all gone to the local area to check the accounts. I am afraid it will take a lot of time to call them back. Moreover, if this is to let them know that I called them back because of me Suspecting that they are going to harm me, I'm afraid it will chill their hearts... So, Mr. Song, see if there is any other more appropriate method."

Song Fengchen thought for a while: "Yes, yes, but you have to know their birth date."

Chen Bingwen was overjoyed: "This is simple."

With that, he waved at the bodyguard behind him. The bodyguard didn't speak, but nodded, then turned and walked out.

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

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

Song Fengchen put down the tea cup in his hand, got up and walked to a dining table. On the table were six white porcelain bowls, six willow pieces, six talisman papers, and seven silver dollars with a dragon as a portrait.

Chen Bingwen and others also followed up.

Song Fengchen took the pen to write the six people's birthday characters on the note one by one on the willow slices, then wrapped the willow slices with talisman paper, and threw them into a white porcelain bowl full of rice wine.

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

The fire slammed into the sky.

Song Fengchen counted silently in his heart. After counting forty-nine, he grabbed a handful of Chen Mi and sprinkled it forward, and the Chen Mi fell evenly into the flame on the white porcelain bowl.

Chen Bingwen and others stared subconsciously.

After another forty-nine counts, Song Fengchen picked up the silver dollars in front of the porcelain bowl and put them into the porcelain bowls.

Only a crisp sound was heard, and the flame in the white porcelain bowl suddenly went out. When I fixed my eyes, there was no talisman paper or willow pieces in the bowl, only a bowl full of rice wine and a gleaming silver dollar.

Chen Bingwen couldn't help holding his breath.

Only saw Song Fengchen stretch out his hand to take the six silver dollars out of the white porcelain bowl, and then took out a blank yellow paper to wrap the remaining seventh silver dollar.

"How come one more?" 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 these six people, so this is equivalent to a blank comparison."

After that, Song Fengchen waved his hand to let the bodyguards take everything off the table and replaced it with a white tablecloth, which was covered with weird patterns with charcoal.

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

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

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

Chen Bingwen directly ignored the irritation in his palm and stared at the tablecloth stubbornly.

The first silver dollar was soaked in blood, and there was no response.

The second one is still calm.

The third...

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Sixth...

Chen Bingwen didn't know what it was like in his heart, there must be disappointments, and more of relief...

"Okay, it seems that these six people have no problem." Song Fengchen frowned slightly.

Chen Bingwen retracted his left hand, and the bodyguard with gauze on the side hurried 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 shook. Just when Song Fengchen and others reacted, one of the silver dollars suddenly jumped up. It happened to hit the yellow paper wrapped around the seventh silver dollar. The blank silver dollar directly broke through the shackles of the talisman paper, jumped off the table, and rolled down in front of the box door with a crisp sound.

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

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Six silver dollars: leave you—