Nanjing Zhongshan Mausoleum, the tomb of the founding father Sun Yat-sen.
Both the Zhongshan Mausoleum and the Shihuang Mausoleum belong to the same type of tomb site. The former unifies the six kingdoms and the latter lays the foundation for the founding of New China. In the thousands of years of history of China, the tombs of these two people are extremely special.
It's right.
Xiang Que bowed three times to the tomb of the First Emperor when he was at the Mausoleum of Shihuang. When he came to Zhongshan Mausoleum, he did not list any other words, but he still gave a great ceremony to worship the ceremonies under the mausoleum. Feng Shui wise men disrespect the world and the ghosts and gods, and only focused on the master's sect.
The inheritance and rituals were performed by the ancestors of the Three Qing Dynasties, but for unprecedented figures like Sun Yat-sen and Qin Shihuang, they still maintain a sense of admiration.
Qi'an was stunned for a moment, looked at Xiang Que and asked, "You are quite strange and seem unrestrained. I didn't expect that sometimes people can look at him with admiration. Every year, people who come to Zhongshan Mausoleum can at least have them.
Hundreds of thousands, but not many people kneel before going to the tomb like you."
"They are traveling to the mountains, and I respect people, and the meaning is different." Xiang Que then stepped up to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum.
Wang Kunlun followed behind with Fatty Wang on his back. As for Chen Xia and Yang Fei'er, they were waiting in the car down the mountain. Qi'an told them that the people they were going to meet were not happy to disturb them, and they liked them more.
quiet.
Half an hour later, several people reached the top of the mountain.
In the vegetable field in front of a thatched hut, an old man was bent over and watering the vegetables in the field with a kettle. He seemed to have not noticed the few people coming up. Behind him was a middle-aged man in his forties carrying them.
Start standing quietly with a fat man.
Xiang Que said: "Don't all the laity like to live in such an inconspicuous place. Look at the old man in the Yang family who lives in a thatched hut, and then look at the old man who lives in a thatched hut and the one in our family.
The old guy lives in at most to shelter from the wind and rain. What kind of fun is this?”
Qi'an turned around and said, "Perhaps people who have reached this point have no other desires for things outside. I have seen ascetic monks wear only one piece of coarse cloth clothes all year round. They eat whatever they want on weekdays. The life they live is called
A beggar will make up for it after seeing it.”
"You are pretty good. An elder I know has never said anything for more than 20 years. Even when farting, you have to be careful."
"Hey, uncle has some customers?" Qi'an said in surprise, then led Xiang Que and Wang Kunlun to the thatched cottage.
The old man who was watering put down the kettle in his hand, patted his hands casually, then his eyes fell directly on Xiang Que. He looked at him lightly for a few more glances and then frowned and looked at Wang Kunlun. He also had a deeper look. Finally, he looked at him.
Wang Xuanzhen on Wang Kunlun's back spoke, "Such heavy corpse energy, three souls and seven spirits were sealed by the seven main holes on his body, and he was already half dead."
What the old man said was not a good thing, but Xiang Que and Wang Kunlun both burst into tears at the same time. They could see the signs on Fatty Wang at a glance. He was probably sure that he was rescued.
"The old man also asks you to help him save his life," Xiang Que said respectfully bowing his hand.
"Put him in the room first, let's talk about it later." The old man waved his hand, took a chair and sat down.
Wang Kunlun sent the person to the thatched hut and put it on the bed and came out. Qi'an said, "Uncle Master, I'll bring you the one I brought with me."
The old man seemed very straightforward and said straight to the point: "A few days ago, I accidentally found a part of the luck of heaven on the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. When I rushed over, my luck had disappeared and I saw you from the villa.
I drove out, that luck in heaven is related to you.”
Xiang Que was silent for a while and nodded.
Is it interesting to hide it in front of such an old man? Since they can find you, they must be watching it all the time. You are hiding it and you are losing it.
The middle-aged man standing aside looked over with deep eyes, and a trace of surprise floated through his eyes.
"It's been so many years, I haven't seen any luck in heaven coming," the old man leaned on his chair and said lightly: "Although the people living in Zijin Villa are either rich or noble, as far as I know, there is no one there yet.
They can't bear to have the luck to be added, but since luck has dropped, it must have been forced to be added. Young man, you are a good method, can you tell me what's going on?
?”
Xiang Que gritted his teeth and shook his head, saying, "Old sir, I'm not sure about this matter."
Qi'an frowned and said, "Xiang Que, your friend is still waiting for my uncle to take action."
"Is this a condition of exchange or a threat?" Xiang Que stared at him and said, "If you don't save me, I will take the person away. I'll find another way."
After Cao Qingdao was reincarnated, Xiang Que cut off half of the energy from his body and transported it into Shen Jia's belly. This was to prepare for Cao Qingdao's future birth to the yin and yang world.
Only Xiang Que and Wang Kunlun knew about this matter. He could not tell anyone that once people knew that Cao Qingdao had the luck of heaven before he was born, there would be only two results.
If a Buddhist from Youdao Sect knew about this, he would definitely force Cao Qingdao to take him to his mountain gate. Whoever got the foundation of luck had Cao Qingdao undoubtedly got a genius of cultivation for his mountain gate.
If someone who was plotted to do something wrong knows, he might forcefully abduct Cao Qingdao. This ending will be more miserable. Cao Qingdao, who is lucky, is like a treasure pot. You can soak him in wine and drink it.
It can get a lot of benefits.
There are too many evil people in this world. In that resort in Sheshan, Shanghai, someone extracts corpse oil from babies and children to cultivate insects. Naturally, someone will refine Cao Qingdao and suggest the essence in his body.
Can Xiang Que expose this? Once it is revealed, Lao Cao, who was not born, will become a cracked egg and will be targeted by countless people with ulterior motives.
The old man seemed to reject him without any surprise, and stood up and walked towards the thatched hut behind: "Look at the patient, let's talk about this matter then."
"What's your uncle's way? It's a little bit unintelligible." Xiang Queting asked confusedly.
He thought the old man had to continue inquiring, but he didn't expect that the other party would just skip this, and he didn't ask at all, but instead planned to show Fatty Wang.
"Stop talking about you, no one in our mountain gate can understand the way of the master, it's wild," Qi'an said helplessly.
After entering the thatched hut, the old man quietly looked at Wang Xuanzhen lying on the bed with his hands behind his back. After a while, he turned around and said, "It is unlikely that he can save him."
Xiang Que said: "Since it's not big, it's still possible, right?"