"Theoretically, it makes no sense to return the property to its original owner."
Pei Chuan pursed his lips and said, "Even if the owner of the stone lion is willing to recycle it, the spiritual wisdom born in the lion may not be willing to go back."
Ji Qinghe responded: "Unless it is forcibly destroyed, the spiritual intelligence in the stone lion will be wiped out."
The third uncle asked with a playful look: "Ogawazi just said it very clearly, the stone lion is connected with the master's luck. Sending it away for no reason will cause the master's family to suffer disaster. If you directly destroy its intelligence, wouldn't it be connected with it?
Has the master’s family’s luck been ruined together?”
Ji Qinghe said decisively: "If you continue to suffer the chaos and destroy the lives, the master's family will indeed be in disaster, but there is still a chance of recovery."
Pei Chuan argued: "How to recover from casualties?"
Ji Qinghe was silent for a while and said helplessly: "This is the best way to protect the owner's family. No Feng Shui master is omnipotent. If there is no way to get the best of both worlds, we can only avoid the most important things and strive for the least Feng Shui backlash."
Pei Chuan stopped talking and seemed to agree with Ji Qinghe's statement.
They both raised their heads and faced the third uncle, waiting for the "final verdict".
San Bo sighed repeatedly as he ate the peanuts, raised his index finger and said to Ling Xi: "These two unsatisfactory things are going to piss me off to death. As the senior sister, don't you give them some advice?"
Lingxi was sipping the vegetables her grandma helped her pick. When she heard Sanbo's words, she puffed up her cheeks and almost laughed out loud.
"It's not good to be angry. Excessive anger is harmful to the body." Lingxi's eyes were like the moon, he wiped his lips gently, and said in a soft voice: "Feng Shui masters are not omnipotent, but they can't harm those who could have achieved perfection just because they are not good at their craftsmanship.
Master’s house.”
"Uncle Xinglan was about to tell you the solution, but you just didn't notice it and you took advantage of it."
"My mind is full of creatures and luck, but I don't focus on the most fundamental part of the problem."
Lingxi's expression became serious and said: "Why can't the master give birth to a child?"
"It's nothing more than something wrong with the stone lions in the town house. The yin and yang of a male and a female have changed from harmonious to two male lions fighting each other."
"The fight between male lions is nothing more than excessive Yang Qi and lack of Yin Qi to balance it."
"Give it whatever it wants, let alone send it back intact. Even if it willingly reveals the fate of its owner, it will agree."
Pei Chuan and Ji Qinghe looked at each other, and the latter suddenly said: "Senior sister, do you mean to help the male lion find a companion?"
"Yes, it must be a lioness who has given birth to a spirit." Lingxi pointed out: "As long as the two male lions are sent away without affecting the owner's luck, it will be a year at most, and as soon as half a year, and it will be easy to get pregnant.
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The uncle who had been listening quietly heard Ling Xi's last words, and his eyes suddenly lit up with excitement: "Girl Ling, are you telling the truth?"
"Well, if Uncle San is not mistaken, then this is the solution." Lingxi replied with a smile.
The uncle was very excited, but he quickly calmed down. He looked at the "dog-like" third uncle and said, "The third uncle is unreliable. Why don't you come and check it out for me yourself?"
"Brother, are you..." The third uncle's whole face was twisted together, and he said gloomily: "Lingxi is my half-disciple, you believe my apprentice, but you don't believe me?"
The uncle said firmly: "Your brain hasn't completely recovered yet, I'm afraid something will go wrong."
"This is related to Su Mei's life and future. As a father, can't I be more cautious?"
My dad followed up and said, "Be careful. The third child seems to be sane, but in fact he is still a little out of tune."
The third uncle said angrily: "Fourth Brother, what have you said clearly? How am I wrong?"
My dad gnawed on the chicken feet and muttered: "Who in the normal world looks at the stars and the moon at night? Sometimes he sighs, and sometimes he laughs non-stop."
"Well, don't think I didn't see it. Two days ago, just outside the yard, my mother and I saw you clearly. You were sitting on the ground and smiling at the moon. It almost scared us to death."
