Ma Zhigang obeyed Taoist Lingyuan's advice without the slightest doubt.
After the group left the mine, they returned to Ma Zhigang's manor.
Compared with the formations made in the mine, the formations made at Ma Zhigang's house were obviously more complicated and a bit creepy.
After the same compass positioning, thirteen points were selected.
Among the thirteen points, thirteen different kinds of dead objects were buried.
Including dead snakes, dead centipedes, etc., each one looks particularly hideous and terrifying.
"Master Lingyuan, what do these things do?"
Taoist Lingyuan glanced at him and said: "The so-called luck in the world is actually the gathering of spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
If you want spiritual energy to gather in one place, you must have something to carry it.
The so-called all things are animistic, and the things I selected are all extremely spiritual creatures.
Naturally, its function is to gather spiritual energy and then feed it back to the owner.
In addition, after being filtered by these spiritual objects, the spiritual energy will become purer and protect you from the disaster of backlash!"
Ma Zhigang suddenly understood and looked excited.
"Thank you, Master Lingyuan, for your thoughtfulness."
Taoist Lingyuan smiled and said nothing, then carved the formation on it, and finally pressed the gathering seal.
After all the rituals were completed, Taoist Lingyuan handed the gathering seal back to Ma Zhigang, looking slightly pale.
"Casting spells consumes the most mana, and this may be the last time I do anything for others.
After spending forty years of my skills, I must return to Lingxu Temple to practice in seclusion.
Within forty-nine days, no matter what happens, don't disturb me.
Even if it is a life or death crisis, do not be afraid. It is very possible that you will risk your life and survive.
This is God's test for you. As long as you survive this period of time, I guarantee that you will soar into the sky and your future will be limitless."
Ma Zhigang felt ashamed: "Thank you, Master, for working so hard on my affairs.
I absolutely cannot treat you badly, Master, please accept this small gift."
Ma Zhigang handed over a bank card with both hands. Taoist Lingyuan glanced at it quickly, and then his face became serious again.
"Disciple, you should accept it on my master's behalf. If you don't accept it, it will harm Mr. Ma.
It’s up to us, master and disciple, to bear this sin.”
Taoist Lingyuan's apprentice put away Ma Zhigang's bank card very skillfully, and then the master and apprentice drifted away.
Ma Zhigang sighed for a while: "What a good man, what a good man. Master Lingyuan deserves to be a master of Taoism."
Outside the manor, Taoist Lingyuan looked around as if he were a thief.
"Have you done everything I asked you to do?"
"Master, everything has been arranged according to your instructions. Make sure there are no mistakes."
"Hey, whether I can soar into the sky as a teacher depends entirely on this time.
When the time comes, you will also have a share of the credit. Return to Lingxu Temple as soon as possible, and first go to your uncle's place to hide for a while.
The date of Ma Zhigang’s death is the day when you and my master and disciple return!”
Ma Zhigang waited wholeheartedly for the arrival of great luck, but God seemed to have played a big joke on him.
The day after Taoist Lingyuan finished his ritual, Ma Zhigang's mines began to have accidents one after another.
It started as a landslide, but fortunately there were no casualties.
However, the accidental mine has become a waste mine, and it is basically impossible to recover it in a short time.
Then there was another flooding accident. The underground water layer that was opened up could not be blocked, and the mine pit turned into a pool. Weishu Bar
In the next few days, many mining equipment malfunctioned, seriously affecting normal production activities.
Because Taoist Lingyuan had said that God would test him, Ma Zhigang could calm down at first.
But as accidents occurred frequently, Ma Zhigang became more and more agitated.
On the seventh day, the person in charge of the mining area called.
"Something happened to Mr. Ma. There was a collapse in the big mine, and all seventy miners were stuck underground!
This incident has alarmed the Governor-General, who has ordered all mining companies to stop production immediately and rescue the miners at all costs!"
Ma Zhigang almost threw the mobile phone in his hand as if he was struck by lightning.
It was as if someone had taken the time out of my mind, and it suddenly went blank.
This matter was so serious that it meant that he not only cut off all sources of income, but also burned a lot of money every day.
If he supports it for a month at most, he will have nothing.
What about the promised great luck? What about the promised soaring into the sky?
Ma Zhigang finally couldn't sit still anymore and ran out while greeting the driver.
"Quickly, go to Lingxu Temple. I want to find Master Lingyuan."
Under Ma Zhigang's urging, the driver turned the car into a plane and finally arrived at the foot of the mountain at Lingxu Temple.
It took about half an hour to reach Lingxu Temple from the parking place on the mountain road. In a hurry, Ma Zhigang arrived at Lingxu Temple in only ten minutes.
Just the empty hall and the deserted Taoist temple made Ma Zhigang's heart sink to the bottom.
Ma Zhigang suddenly broke into a cold sweat. Master Lingyuan actually disappeared!
What does this mean? Is everything before false?
Is this a conspiracy at all?
Ma Zhigang felt a chill on his back, it's over, it's over now!
In desperation, Ma Zhigang suddenly thought of a scene at the auction and Yang Haoran's warning to him.
I suddenly broke into a cold sweat. Is what that guy said true?
No wonder he wanted to kill Yang Haoran before, but Yang Haoran didn't take revenge. He must have expected this.
Also, he has heard all about Yang Haoran.
The person who can make the governor treat guests as a guest is definitely a person with great ability.
Thinking of this, Ma Zhigang felt a flash of light on his back, feeling extremely frightened.
"Go down the mountain and find Li Qinglin!"
Yang Haoran once said that if you want to find him, you can contact Li Qinglin.
When Taoist Lingyuan disappeared, Yang Haoran was the only life-saving straw.
Moreover, 70 miners are still buried underground. The sooner they are rescued, the greater the hope of survival.
Maybe Ma Zhigang doesn't care about the life and death of those miners, but Ma Zhigang cannot afford the consequences.
Once the number of miners' deaths is too large, his mining company will face bankruptcy, and he will become a pauper with nothing!
"Commander Li, please help me contact Yang Haoran."
Li Qinglin frowned and looked Ma Zhigang up and down.
"What does your mine accident have to do with Mr. Yang? Why don't you organize a rescue quickly?"
Ma Zhigang was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He knelt down in front of Li Qinglin and hugged Li Qinglin's thigh.
"Please Commander Li, Mr. Yang is my only hope.
I will explain this to you later, but I can only tell you now that it is all because of the shipping seal.