Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 257
Lin Xiruo held the car keys in her hands and said, "Last time you told me that you wanted to talk to my uncle about the history of Yaohai Park. I just received the news that my uncle is going to travel abroad tomorrow, so I want to do it now." I will take you to see him, otherwise you will have to wait for a long time."

"Okay sister, but in order to let your uncle know everything, you'd better say that I am your boyfriend." Ding Ermiao smiled and followed Lin Xiruo to the door of the construction site.

"De Xing! Why won't my uncle kill me if I find a brat like you as my boyfriend?"

Li Weinian was in the duty room and saw Ding Ermiao and Lin Xiruo going out. He hurriedly greeted them and opened his mouth to ask if he wanted to follow them.

"You don't have to go," Ding Ermiao knew what Li Weinian meant, and said first, "Just stay at the construction site and tell Luzhu that my uncle has left the mountain city, so don't be afraid."

Li Weinian looked happy and nodded repeatedly.He wished he could stay at the construction site, so that he could chat with Luzhu intimately at night.

After getting in the car, Lin Xiruo turned the steering wheel and asked: "Er Miao, Li Weinian and Lu Zhu, one person and one ghost, can they get married?"

"Getting married? I think they are out of their minds!" Ding Ermiao pouted.

"Why can't we get married? Is it... because we can't do that?" Lin Xiruo said with a bad smile: "It is said in Liaozhai that there is peace between humans and ghosts, and some female ghosts can even give birth to children for men. "

"Okay, let me find a male ghost for you to try?!" Ding Ermiao became irritable when he mentioned the matter of Lu Zhu and Li Weinian.

Lin Xiruo punched Ding Ermiao angrily: "Let me ask, can you be as cruel as your sister?"

Ding Ermiao sighed and said: "Sister, you don't know, no matter how powerful the green pearl is, it can't condense into a human being. After all, it's still an illusion. How can you marry a man?"

"Since it is an illusion, then why do men and female ghosts feel each other and feel that kind of pleasure when they are together?" Lin Xiruo was dissatisfied.

"You're not a man, how do you know that? Have you ever asked Li Weinian how he feels?" Ding Ermiao sneered.

"It's written in the book, is it okay?" Lin Xiruo continued to refuse.

Ding Ermiao shook his head, and explained helplessly: "That kind of happiness is virtual, not real. The man feels like he is holding the female ghost, all kinds of tenderness, kissing, stroking, and all kinds of sex. It's all female ghosts who enter the dream and control the man's feelings in the dream, do you understand?"

"not understand!"

"..."

The two of them quarreled all the way, and when they reached the vicinity of Yaohai Park, they were finally exhausted and each of them shut up.

The Buick stopped in the parking lot of an old community. Ding Ermiao and Lin Xiruo came to the fourth unit building together, walked into the corridor and went up the stairs.

"Sister, are you still angry?" Ding Ermiao asked with a smile.

"When I have time to be angry, I might as well find a husband and have a baby!" Lin Xiruo said angrily: "Li Weinian's affairs have nothing to do with me. The emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is in a hurry!"

While talking, Lin Xiruo had already stopped in front of a house on the fourth floor and raised her hand to knock on the door.

"Come on, come on..." A gray-haired old man opened the door. When he saw Lin Xiruo, he immediately smiled with all the wrinkles on his face, stretched out his hand and pulled her in: "Come in quickly."

Then he called Ding Ermiao and said, "Is this Xi Ruo's friend? Come in too. I'm the only old man at home. Don't be restrained."

"Hello, Uncle Lin... Yes, I am Xi Ruo's... friend." Ding Ermiao said hello, emphasizing the word "friend" maliciously, and followed him into the living room.

The old man was Lin Xiangli, Lin Xiruo's uncle. He was a history professor in the university town. He had participated in the compilation of the local chronicles of the mountain town and knew the history of the mountain town well.It's just that the evening is a bit desolate. His wife has passed away, his son has gone abroad, and he is the only one living here.

"Friend, sit down, I'll pour you tea." Lin Xiruo glared at Ding Ermiao and pointed to the sofa for him to sit.

After Ding Ermiao's trick was discovered, he smiled sarcastically and sat down on the sofa in the corner, face to face with the old man.

Lin Xiruo poured two cups of tea, put them on the coffee table, and introduced to the old man: "Uncle, this is the friend I mentioned, Ding Ermiao, a little magic stick who claims to be a disciple of Maoshan. He said that the The architectural layout is a bit weird, I want to know the past history of the park.”

"Uncle, just call me Ermiao." Ding Ermiao nodded and smiled.

"Metaphysics is broad and profound, and it is also the quintessence of the country. Ermiao asks for advice humbly, is quick to learn, how can he be a magic stick?" The old man gave his niece a lesson, turned to Ding Ermiao and said: "I like young people who are studious, today We met, the old man also has some metaphysical issues that he wants to discuss with you."

Oh, is this a test for me?Ding Ermiao smiled and said: "Excuse me, uncle, Ermiao dare not hide his clumsiness."

The old man nodded and said slowly: "It is said that Feng Shui is as mysterious as it is mysterious. Especially when building houses and tombs, it is said that a reasonable Feng Shui layout can change the fate of oneself or future generations, and even affect the spirit of a dynasty and a country. I don’t know, is it true?”

"It's true." Ding Ermiao nodded solemnly.

"Okay, here's my question..." The old man smiled slightly and said: "Since Feng Shui is so powerful, then which dynasty in the past did not have Feng Shui people at its disposal, but why couldn't they guarantee the prosperity of the country forever? Are there always dynasty changes?”

This question is a bit difficult. Ding Ermiao thought for a while and said: "Feng Shui is actually divided into three types: heaven's luck, earth's luck, and people's luck. It is difficult to reverse the heaven's luck, and the earth's luck can change at any time. Only people's luck can be controlled. In your own hands. Dynasties are constantly changing, and fortunes are declining and uncertain, which are closely related to the fate of heaven, earth, and people.

When the heaven's fortune is prosperous and the earth's fortune is accumulated, people's fortune can take advantage of the trend and make it even better.When heaven's luck is unpredictable and earth's luck is absent, human luck may be able to make up for it.But relying on the power of metaphysics to support it means that a dynasty has reached its weakest point.The so-called building will collapse and cannot be supported by a single tree, and if metaphysics is used to continue the vitality, the future will inevitably be more fierce.

Tao follows nature, which is what it means.Metaphysics and Feng Shui can bring prosperity and happiness to virtuous people, but it can be a sharp knife to the bones of unscrupulous people. "

The old man savored it for a long time, then suddenly clapped and laughed: "With such knowledge at a young age, I believe you come from the Maoshan lineage. The younger generation is to be feared, the younger generation is to be feared!"

Ding Ermiao smiled lightly, and said humbly: "Uncle Lin has won the prize, can you tell me about the past in Yaohai Park?"

After saying that, Ding Ermiao took advantage of the old man's lowered head to drink tea and gave Lin Xiruofei a proud look.That means showing off, how about that, did you scare your old man?
Of course Lin Xiruo knew what Ding Ermiao meant to show off, and was about to make a few sarcastic remarks when she saw Ding Ermiao's expression suddenly change, and couldn't help but be startled.

Ding Ermiao grabbed the umbrella next to her, looked down at the compass on the umbrella handle, and frowned.

Then, he stood up suddenly and signaled Lin Xiruo and the old man to stop talking, but he walked gently to the entrance door and put one hand on the door handle, ready to open the door at any time, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The old man and Lin Xiruo looked at each other in astonishment. Could it be that there was a ghost or something unclean outside the door?
(End of this chapter)