No wonder my family usually seems to be lacking in masculinity. My grandfather and father always lack a kind of masculinity, and my grandmother and mother often complain of rheumatism, bone pain, headache, and my sister Yang Zixi has no reason to go out in the middle of the night.
She kept crying, and it turned out that there was something sinister in the house.
Where does this evil spirit come from?
She looked at the master blankly.
Yuqing took her around to the back of the house.
There is a fish pond behind the house, which was dug here by the village chief Li Deming a year ago.
"Sit south and open the door to the north. Water and fire complement each other. The square is wide and tall, which is a sign of wealth. Behind the water point is an evil star, which will reduce the evil." Yuqing sighed while looking at the fish pond,
"Originally, the feng shui here was quite good, but it was ruined by the fish pond and the dead tree in front of the house. As a result, your family will be in trouble, and may even be destroyed."
Thinking of the destruction of his family in his previous life, Yang Zimei's heart trembled slightly, and he asked urgently: "Master, is there any way to solve this problem?"
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"Well, the most direct way is to fill in the fish pond and remove the dead tree at the door. The tree at the door has already formed a trap. In addition, it is a lifeless dead tree. It is direct
Affects physical luck."
"But the fish pond belongs to the village chief, and he will never fill it up."
"The only way to block evil spirits is to build an earthen wall between the fish pond and the house to keep the evil spirits out, and plant a row of pines and cypresses to balance yin and yang."
"Master, please tell my grandfather, okay?" Hearing that there was a way to resolve it, Yang Zimei was very happy and hurriedly pulled Yuqing's sleeve and begged.
Yuqing reached out and touched her head, "That's natural. It's impossible for a poor Taoist to let his lover live in a place with evil spirits."
"Thank you, Master."
Yang Zimei has a feeling that the fate of her and her family will definitely change because of today.
"Then let's inherit the mantle of being a teacher and carry forward the real metaphysics that is about to disappear." Yu Qing looked at her lovingly and expectantly, "You want the world to know that metaphysics is not feudal superstition!"
"Um."
Yang Zimei nodded.
After Yuqing went up the mountain, Yang Zimei couldn't sit down and read at ease for the time being. She wanted to continue testing her Feng Shui skills, so she walked around the village and observed them one by one. However, every time she finished reading, she felt a little dizzy.
Physical exertion.
When she was looking up at her cousin's house, she suddenly heard a slight whistling sound coming towards her and hurriedly dodged away.
boom!
What attacked her was a rock as big as a fist, which passed by the side of her head and hit the big tree in front of her.
If a stone like this were to hit someone on the head, they would be badly bruised and bloody!
She looked back and saw that it was the village chief's fat son Yang Zhuang who had done it.
He spit out the stone at Yang Zimei in a playful manner, bent down to pick up the stone, and threw it at her again.
Yang Zimei had practiced channeling qi into her body for more than half a year, and her body was light and flexible. Naturally, she would not be hit by him. However, she was really angry that such a small child could be so bad. The worst thing was his mother Liang
Ruhua was still watching and didn't stop her.
"You fat pig, do you know that hitting someone like this will kill someone?" she yelled angrily.
"You lose money and have a low life. You actually dare to scold my little brat. Even if I beat you to death, it won't be a big deal." Liang Ruhua put her hands on her fat waist and incited her son, "Keep hitting her, it won't be a big deal."
Big deal.”
Yang Zhuang received her encouragement and excitedly continued to pick up stones and throw them at Yang Zimei!
Yang Zimei was so angry that he picked up the stone to fight back.
She is a person who cultivates inner strength, and her accuracy is not comparable to that of ordinary people, so she hit Yang Zhuang's arm with a bang.
Yang Zhuang cried loudly in pain, sat on the ground, stamped his feet, and rolled around.
When Liang Ruhua saw that Yang Zimei dared to hit her son back, she felt heartbroken and angry. She strode forward and tried to catch Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei had been practicing mountain climbing and conducting Qi for half a year. Her running speed could be said to be faster than that of a rabbit. She would not have caught her in the first place.
But when she was visiting her ancestral grave today, she suffered some internal injuries. In addition, her calves were short and she couldn't run as fast as Liang Ruhua. In the end, she lifted her up like an eagle catching a chicken.