Wang Zixuan said solemnly: "The house is missing corners, and the door of death is clinical!"

"What's the missing corner of the house?" Raymond wondered.

"Divide the floor plan into equal nine-square grids, if the missing part is greater than 10% of this direction, it is a missing angle, if it has exceeded 20%, it is a very serious missing angle, and it must be resolved. ”

"Forty percent of the missing corner in the east of this house, due east represents the eldest son, which is very unfavorable to him, whether it is study, health, or future career, marriage, etc., it will have a great impact, and it is easy to have accidents and personnel disputes. At the same time, it is not good for the health of the owner of the house. ”

Before coming, Wang Zixuan had already done his homework, and Raymond's eldest son had recently caused trouble at school and was admitted to the hospital after a fight with someone.

"Master, how do you solve this?" Raymond's face changed slightly.

The child always causes trouble at school, the teacher always calls the parents, he is about to die, he works enough every day, and now he has to worry about his son, it turns out that there is a problem with the house.

Seeing that he was nervous, Wang Zixuan soothed: "Director Yan don't worry, just place the feng shui plants after the opening of my Jiulong Feng Shui Hall or place the Taishan stone in this direction." ”

"Master, you still say that the Death Door is clinical!?" Raymond asked again.

Wang Zixuan said with a solemn face: "The house of death is the most fierce, and the disaster of human life is not light, and the property is retired every year, and it is more important to prevent filial piety from serving the dead." ”

"The Gate of Death refers to the eight different angles of Qimen Dunjia and the direction determined according to the eight trigrams. Among them, the door of death is the most fierce, except for hanging and hunting, the rest of the things are not suitable. ”

"The door of death is located in the southwest Kun Palace, the bedroom of this house is in the southwest, sleeping in the place of the door of death, in feng shui it belongs to the door of death clinic, it is best to change the room. ”

Raymond's face was ugly: "Here, the house has been divided, and my wife and I live in this big house, how can this be good?" Master Wang, is there a way to resolve it?"

Wang Zixuan smiled slightly: "Director Yan don't worry, you can ask our Kowloon Feng Shui Hall's Open Light Five Elements Bagua Fu Town Mansion to resolve it." ”

He said them one by one, and looked them all up and down, and Raymond was completely convinced, and personally sent him outside the door.

Raymond said in his heart that it is worthy of the He family's heavy money, please look at feng shui, this master Wang is indeed good, and what he said is convincing.

Wang Zixuan smiled secretly in the car, he confiscated the money, but those feng shui mascots were enough to earn several times.

He did not go home directly, but took a car to pick up Zhou Xiaohan from school at King's College, and by the way to observe the enemy's situation.

Parking the car in a parking space, Wang Zixuan rushed to the Bilieshi Street on foot, he stared at it, he didn't know if he didn't see it, he was startled when he saw it, the air above the Bilieshi Street was rolling, the anger was soaring, and someone laid down the phantom array fighting method.

The street below was still bustling, but some people could vaguely feel the discomfort caused by the bad breath, and instinctively hurried their steps, unwilling to stop and stay longer.

Wang Zixuan walked into a grocery store casually, bought a small bag of melon seeds, and sat on a high stool while snorting while watching the battle through the four-god pattern mirror.

The three people on one side are He Guozhang's master and apprentice, and the other side is seven people, and the two sides are fighting in the phantom array on the roof terrace.

Two head lowerers in black robes, unkempt hair, and strange runes on their faces took out a handful of red powder from their arms, shook their hands and raised them towards He Guozhang, and dense black rats squeaked and poured onto the terrace, gathering more and more, making people feel their scalps tingle at a glance.

The head lowering master pinched the trick, and those rats' eyes instantly turned red, and they rushed towards He Guozhang as if they were not dying.

I saw He Guozhang take out a red rope, pinch the mantra, and pick it up, the rats seemed to be frightened and fled in all directions.

There were three red-eyed "true Gu women" wearing Miao costumes in Xiangxi, who took out yellow mud and threw it at the two disciples behind He Guozhang.

Wang Zixuan frowned, this is a Gu technique!

Gu is commonly known as the "grass ghost" in the Xiangxi region of the mainland, and according to legend, it is only attached to women and harms others. Those so-called women with Gu are called "grass ghost women".

And the powerful "Grass Ghost Woman" is also known as the "True Gu Woman".

It is recorded in the "Yongsui Hall Chronicles" that the real Gu Po's eyes are like cinnabar, and there are red, green, green and yellow stripes on the belly, abdomen, arms and backs. After all the true Gu women are killed, there must be Gu worms in their abdomen when they are cut open.

One of He Guozhang's apprentices was wielding a peachwood sword to resist, his right hand was stung by a small insect coldly, and the skin on the back of his hand withered suddenly, and he screamed out loudly, he stared at it, and the withered place on the back of his hand was still slowly spreading around.

He Guozhang wanted to rush over to the rescue, but when he saw a black-robed head lowerer on the other side who had never made a move, he closed his eyes and said something in his mouth, took out a cloth doll from his bag, and slammed the puppet's foot with a needle, He Guozhang was lame and difficult to move, he hurriedly shouted loudly and reminded: "Ali!

He Guozhang's two apprentices heard one of them desperately dancing the peachwood sword to resist, and the other hurriedly took out Ding Ding to pee and wash his hands, sneering and rising smoke, and he shook his hands and splashed out of the urine again, and the mosquito-like black Gu worm stained the child's urine, and the sound of "Zizi" turned into ashes in an instant.

Wang Zixuan looked at it with spicy eyes, and turned his head and couldn't bear to look at the little finger-like boy chicken.

Suddenly, a black-robed head descender with a cloth bag walked out, took out a dried corpse of a child wrapped in gold leaf, like a silkworm chrysalis, and after reciting words in his mouth, he took out a necklace pendant from his neckline, a glass tube bottle containing light red oil, twisted it open, and poured some into the mouth of the child's dried corpse.

Wang Zixuan's eyes narrowed, the red oil was corpse oil!

The anger was rolling, and a little ghost in red with sharp teeth appeared out of thin air, his eyes wide open, and he howled and rushed towards He Guozhang.

He Guozhang's face turned pale, and he quickly grabbed a handful of rice from the bag behind his back, pinched and recited a mantra, bit the tip of his tongue and squirted a mouthful of blood into his hand, raised his hand and threw it towards the phantom of the red-clothed child.

Seeing this, the black-robed head descending master with a face covered with strange runes hurriedly retreated, and three "True Gu Women" dressed in Xiangxi Miaojiang costumes stepped forward, put down the three pitch-black jars, pinched and chanted spells, and the black insect clouds rushed out of the three jars, humming loudly, and the dark clouds were overwhelming, rushing towards He Guozhang.

He Guozhang's face changed slightly, he raised his head and howled, his gray hands were like claws, and sharp black nails grew on his fingers.

The two thin head lowering masters, who had never made a move, suddenly sat cross-legged on the ground behind the red-eyed "True Gu Woman", pinched the trick with both hands, and said something in their mouths, and suddenly their necks overflowed with billowing red mist, Wang Zixuan looked at the two black-robed old men in disbelief, the blood mist was filled, and the head was suspended.

A hundred flowers fly and their heads fall!