"You mean that someone has changed my luck? What should I do?" Director Liang was so frightened that his legs went weak. He held Fang Xiaoyu's hand tightly and said with excitement: "Mr. Fang, no matter what, you will
You have to help me resolve this situation, otherwise, my life will feel meaningless. I can give you money, a lot of money..."
"Take me for a walk around your house first! I see that the sword pattern of your Zhanzi Sword is not deep, but it is sharp and straight. Judging from the time, it should be only in the past few years, right? If so,
It's probably because someone borrowed your luck and your life palace changed, that's why you developed this pattern." Fang Xiaoyu said to Liang Dong.
"Let me think about it." Liang Dong touched the Zhanzi sword on his forehead with his hand, and immediately shouted loudly: "Yes, my Zhanzi sword did only appear in the last three years."
"That's right! Someone must have cast a spell to bring about the bad luck." After Fang Xiaoyu said that, he quickened his pace and walked forward. When he reached the gate, he stopped again.
"What's wrong? Mr. Fang!" Director Liang asked in confusion.
Fang Xiaoyu said nothing, but focused his gaze on the beam of the villa door.
Taoist Meng on the side glanced at Fang Xiaoyu suspiciously and said coldly: "What other deceptive tricks does this kid want to do?"
Fang Xiaoyu ignored him, pointed to the door beam, and said to Mr. Liang: "Quickly, ask someone to remove the beam. I have found the reason why your family has a prodigal son. Someone has tampered with the door beam."
"Quickly, tear down the door beam." Director Liang's face turned pale, and he immediately called his men to find tools and tear down the beam.
"Wait!" Taoist Master Meng suddenly stopped Director Liang.
He turned to Fang Xiaoyu unconvinced and yelled: "Boy, I think you want to harm Director Liang! Tear down people's door beams and cut off people's wealth. This will destroy the wealth of the owner of the house."
"You don't need to teach me this." Fang Xiaoyu glanced at him disapprovingly, and then said to Director Liang: "Director Liang demolished it. Someone tampered with the door beam and used the art of hating victory."
"Don't do it! Mr. Liang, I think this guy wants to deliberately ruin the Feng Shui of your family. Once this door beam is demolished, he will lose money. This guy doesn't understand Feng Shui at all. If he talks about fortune-telling, I trust him, but Feng Shui is bullshit.
It doesn’t make sense.” Taoist Master Meng shouted loudly.
"If you lose money, just lose money! Our Liang family is not short of money." Director Liang replied coldly, and then shouted to his subordinates: "Demolish it!"
"Wait!" Meng Taoist priest turned to Fang Xiaoyu with a cold face and shouted: "Boy, if this door beam is demolished and nothing comes out, what will you say?"
"I should be asking you this question. What would you say if I took the thing apart?" Fang Xiaoyu asked coldly.
"Hmph! Boy, if you can take the thing apart, I...I will give you the Heavenly Master's Seal that invites you to use the thunder method, and you can run around the garden three times naked." Meng Daozhang took the bag he brought with him.
He took out a Heavenly Master's Seal from his bag, waved it in front of Fang Xiaoyu, and said confidently: "If nothing is removed from this door beam, you kid will have to run naked in this garden for me.
Three laps, you have to pay me an additional one million."
"Okay, I promise you." Fang Xiaoyu smiled and shouted to Director Liang's men: "Demolish it!"
"yes!"
The two workers picked up their tools and were busy dismantling the door beams.
After a while, a worker was heard shouting: "Director Liang, no, someone really put a black jar in this door beam."
"Ah...quickly, take it down for me. Let Master Fang see what it is." Director Liang shouted loudly.
The worker took out the black jar hidden in the door beam and handed it to Fang Xiaoyu.
Fang Xiaoyu raised the jar and smashed it down.
"Crack!" With a sound, the jar broke into pieces and the pieces scattered on the ground.
Everyone looked towards the ground and saw a puppet lying quietly among the fragments. On top of the puppet were drawn several runes, and Mr. Liang's name and birthday were written on it.
"Director Liang, I think this kid is responsible. He must have done something to your house in advance, and then he deliberately said there was something hidden here." Meng Daochang pointed at Fang Xiaoyu and shouted.
"Shut up! I recognize this handwriting. It's the handwriting of old thief Deadwood."
Director Liang gritted his teeth, and then started to curse: "You bastard, this must be done by the two old thieves, Master Kumu and Xiangxi Soul Picker. I remembered that the old Kumu introduced a decorator the year before last.
This is why I changed the door of my house!"
As he spoke, Director Liang burst into tears.
"Take it and burn it!" Fang Xiaoyu comforted Mr. Liang on the side softly: "The reason why your son is here today is because Master Kumu used the victory-wearing technique on your Liang family. You see, there is a lever on this puppet.
The talisman, there happens to be a talisman of Tian Zhan Sha drawn on it, and it is the Tian Zhan Sha formed by the solitary peak two kilometers away from here."
"Mr. Fang, you are really my great benefactor! What should I do next?" Director Liang said, and was about to kneel down in front of Fang Xiaoyu. Fang Xiaoyu quickly reached out to support him.
He smiled and replied: "You only need to plant a five-meter-high tree five meters away from Mr. Liang's bedroom, and you can break the Heavenly Slashing Evil in the distance. Now that the Spell of Dislike of Victory has been broken, the Heavenly Killing Evil in the distance can be broken."
The Zhansha has also been resolved, and soon the Zhanzi sword pattern on your forehead will slowly disappear or fade. I think it won’t be long before your lover will give you another fat boy."
"Really?" Upon hearing this, a hint of excitement flashed across Director Liang's face, and he held Fang Xiaoyu's hand tightly: "Master Fang, I must repay this kindness today. Come on, this is mine.
A little thought."
With that said, Director Liang took out a check from his pocket and handed it to Fang Xiaoyu. Obviously, he had been prepared for this.
"My dear! This is 100 million!"
Fang Xiaoyu took a look at the check and felt a little excited. Although he was not short of money, it was the first time that he had made 100 million just by looking at Feng Shui.
After seeing the number clearly, Fang Xiaoyu reluctantly gave in: "Director Liang, this is not good! Isn't 100 million too much?"
"What's more? You saved my life and transformed my evil spirit. One hundred million is still too small for me!" Director Liang said, forcefully pushing Fang Xiaoyu's hand over and gesturing for him to accept it.
Fang Xiaoyu was just polite and quickly collected the check happily.
This scene made Taoist Meng drool at the sidelines. He only made tens of millions in his lifetime by catching ghosts and doing feng shui for people, but this guy made 100 million in one business.
"Hmm!"
Taoist Meng swallowed his saliva and deliberately pretended to cough lightly, hinting that Director Liang would give him a red envelope. He thought to himself that if Director Liang could give this boy a hundred million, he could at least get a thousand! Even worse, it would still be five.
Millions!
Hearing the cough, Director Liang did not take it seriously. Instead, he turned around and answered him calmly: "Taoist Master Meng, I will ask my secretary to contact you for the 500,000 yuan reward for doing the work for me this time."
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"This..." Taoist Meng's face turned blue and white, and he asked in a low voice: "Why do I only have five hundred thousand?" (To be continued)