The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 24 Named
"Is this Taoist priest a folk ghost master?" Wen Zhong stared at Taoist Taiqing sitting in the middle of the hall, and he had a bad premonition for no reason. "Don't let any supernatural events happen again."

At this moment, accompanied by a buzzing sound, Wen Zhong took out the satellite phone from his pocket and took a look, only to see a text message displayed on it, but the sender column was blank.

"How do you choose this time to text me? Who would it be?"

Wen Zhong clicked on the text message directly, and there was only one sentence on it, "See you at the Da'an Central Building at ten o'clock tomorrow night."

Suddenly he remembered that when he was in the night market, Lin Yu had told him that he should go to the Central Building to accept the Interpol assessment.

"Could it be a trap set by that man named Chen Zhanluo?" Now the situation is that the enemy is in the dark and we can see. Wen Zhong looked at the text message and fell into deep thought, "Forget it, let's not think about it for now.

Wen Zhong put away his mobile phone and found a place to sit down. Recalling the feeling just now, on the premise that he knew that supernatural events might happen here, he just wanted to leave here as soon as possible, but Huang Gongming was still there, so he couldn’t leave him alone. Run alone.

At this time, Huang Keshang had adjusted his mentality, and was continuing to discuss the feng shui issue of Qilin Mansion with the Taoist around him.

Although Wen Zhong was a little far away, he still heard the conversation between the two. As soon as he heard the word Feng Shui, he automatically generated information about Feng Shui in his mind.

Feng Shui is a mysterious art with a long history.

What is "Feng Shui"?There are countless people who have defined Fengshui from ancient times to the present, and Guo Pu of the Jin Dynasty was the first to define Fengshui in history. In his famous book "Funeral Book", it says:

"The burial person rides on the qi, the qi rides on the wind and then it disperses, and the boundary water stops. The ancients gathered it so that it would not disperse, and if it was practiced, it would stop. Therefore, it is called Fengshui. The method of Fengshui is to get water first, followed by Tibetan wind. .”

It means that the art of feng shui is the art of phase and earth, and its core is people's choice of living or burial environment and the treatment of the law of changes in the universe, so as to achieve the purpose of seeking good luck and avoiding evil.

"Immortal Master Taiqing, what do you think of the Fengshui in this Qilin mansion?" Huang Keshang asked the Taoist around him with a smile on his face. As a big boss with an extremely rich fortune, he still believed in Fengshui Xuanshu.

The Taoist didn't answer, he closed his eyes, stretched out his right hand to pinch the Dharma seal, muttered something, fiddled with it for a while, his face also turned from red to white, he opened his eyes after a long while and stopped the gesture.

Seeing this, Huang Keshang was a little nervous. He was in a high position and had heard of some ghosts and gods more or less on weekdays. Seeing that the Taoist's face was not very good, he unconsciously thumped in his heart, and asked cautiously: "Immortal Master, How about it?"

"Hey, this place used to be an auspicious unicorn, a place where all five lakes gather together, but this Fengshui bureau has been broken." The Taoist twirled his beard and slowly got up, "Now it's covered by black evil spirits. , I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster within half a year!"

The people around were in an uproar when they heard the Taoist's words, even Huang Keshang was taken aback for a moment, but he immediately reacted and asked bravely, "I also ask the immortal master to give me some advice."

"The Zhenlin here is dead, and the resentment is still condensed." The Taoist slowly scanned the crowd with his cloudy eyes, "The five-in-one phase originally gathered blessings, but now it turns auspicious into evil. This is a life-threatening phase."

"Master Xian, please explain more clearly, we have plenty of money, you can have as much money as you want!" A middle-aged man dressed as an upstart next to him wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Hehe, the poor Taoist came here only to seek merit, gold and silver are only second, please don't be surprised." The Taoist paced slowly, and asked with his right hand: "Is there a Western villa built in this mansion?"

The main body of the Qilin mansion is mainly Chinese-style buildings, but when the Taoist asked, Huang Keshang immediately slapped his thigh and said, "There is such a building, but no one has lived in it since it was built."

The Taoist nodded when he heard the words, and started fiddling with the spell again with his right hand. After a while, he said with a calm expression: "This is the Burial Cave of Zhenlin. It will start from this room and kill everyone around it until it kills them all!"

As soon as Huang Keshang said this, everyone around was stunned.

If you want to ask what rich people are most afraid of, of course they are afraid of death. Immediately, someone rushed up and grabbed the Taoist's hand and cried, "The immortal master is merciful, the immortal master is merciful, please save us."

"Oh, it's difficult. Qilin is the auspiciousness of the nine heavens, and even if it falls into the ghost realm, it will have monstrous power. Although the poor Taoists have cultivated into three corpses, they are limited by the physical body, and I'm afraid they will not be its opponents."

The Taoist sighed, and sat back in his seat without saying a word, with a helpless expression on his face.

Then he closed his eyes again, and began to read the hexagrams. Seeing this, Huang Keshang quietly gestured to the secretary standing behind him. The secretary immediately understood, and took out a card and handed it to the Taoist respectfully. Seeing that he refused to accept his refusal, Keshan said sincerely:

"Immortal Master, please save us. The [-] million incense sticks here are a little bit of our gratitude, and we will offer another [-] million incense sticks in the future. I only hope that the immortal master can help us this time and save our lives! .”

Wen Zhong was almost dumbfounded, this Taoist didn't show any abilities, he earned [-] million just by talking about it, he murmured in his heart that the money might as well be given to himself, of course he just thought about it and wouldn't really do it in front of others face to say.

Under the begging gazes of the crowd, the Taoist sighed and took the bank card: "Oh, it's really doomed, that's all, because of your sincerity, the poor Taoist will sacrifice his life to protect the safety of this party."

Hearing this, the people around seemed to have received great benefits, and they were all grateful, and they called each immortal master so kindly that they almost offered a stick of incense to the old Taoist priest.

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me, it's not easy to overcome this difficulty."

"I still need someone to help." The Taoist's cloudy eyes slowly scanned the crowd. At this moment, everyone was curious about who could be chosen by the immortal master.

At this moment, the Taoist suddenly pointed to a person and said, "I still need the help of this little friend."

Everyone quickly looked in the direction of his finger, and the person pointed at was none other than Wen Zhong.

Seeing the old man pointing at him, he suddenly felt bad, his expression changed, and he subconsciously stood up.

"I'll go, you can get shot while lying down."

At this moment, the helper who had been standing behind Huang Keshang slowly walked towards him. Wen Zhong didn't know that he was being tricked by the old man.

Wen Zhong frowned, because he realized that things might become very troublesome next.

(End of this chapter)