The next day, Liao Yihua came to "Nangutai" as promised, and transferred all the expenses to Mougin's account on the spot, which Mougins did not expect.

On this side of the Xiangjiang River, others look at feng shui to find the tomb, and they will only give red envelopes after the end, and people who pay before the start of work are extremely rare, after all, this is the rule.

"Master Yimei! The car is ready! Are you ready to go?" Liao Yihua's state today seems to be extremely good, probably because Yimei Daoren agreed to his request yesterday, which made Liao Yihua feel a lot easier.

"Hmmm! Wait a minute, I'll get something ready!" Yimei nodded, and then went into his room.

After a while, Yimei Daoist walked out of the room, but there was an extra burden in his hand, and it seemed that there were a lot of things in it.

"You can go!" Yimei Daoist walked in front of Liao Yihua, nodded and said.

Under the leadership of Liao Yihua, several people got into the car and drove towards the outskirts of the Xiangjiang River, and the car drove for more than an hour, and finally stopped at the foot of a mountain.

"Master! The grave I chose for my son is on this hill!" Liao Yihua slowly opened the car door, walked out of the car, pointed to the green hill in front of him, and said to Yimei Daoren.

"It's a nice place! The mountains and rivers are beautiful, but it also feels a bit of a paradise!" The Yimei Daoist looked around and praised in a low voice.

"The master has won a prize! Originally, my company bought it to be developed, but since my son's accident, I didn't have that mind, and I liked this place very much, so I decided to bury my son here. Master, please above!" Liao Yihua sighed with emotion, and then walked towards the mountain under the opening of several bodyguards.

Mu Ran and the others followed Liao Yihua and walked towards the mountain on the sheep intestine path, and when they were halfway up the mountain, Yimei Daoist suddenly stopped and looked around.

Seeing the Yimei Daoist stop, the rest of the people also paused and set their eyes on the Yimei Daoist who was looking around.

"Master! But you've found the right place?" Liao Yihua walked quickly to the front of the Yimei Daoist and asked in a low voice.

"Hmmm! It's a great place to be! You see the mountains surrounding, the left side of the golden basin Xianrui, the right side of the water Xie Zhongtang, the foresight of the Huating crane feather, the back pillow Jinshan jade. This is the phase of wind and water, and Ding is prosperous. It's a great feng shui treasure!" Yimei Daoist nodded, and pointed out all the auspicious statues here.

"Where exactly is that buried?" Although Liao Yihua didn't understand this technical term, he couldn't stop nodding, and he admired Yimei Daoist to the extreme, and he didn't have any doubts about Yimei Daoren's words.

Hearing this, Yimei Daoist took out a compass from the package and began to investigate the most suitable place.

"Here it is! This cave should be the Panshan Shenglong Cave, and Ling Lang's birthday is just corresponding to this Panshan Shenglong Cave, and it is the most suitable to be buried here!" Yimei Daoist walked quickly to a boulder more than one person high, turned his head to Liao Yihua and said.

"Panshan Ascending Dragon's Lair? Why is it called Panshan Shenglong's Cave?" Mu Ran on the side was curious, and couldn't help asking.

"Surrounded by mountains, with mountains as platforms, and the big stone in front of you is the Shenglong platform, and this century-old acacia is the old dragon of the mountain. Mr. Liao should remember that when Ling Lang is buried, don't hurt the hundred-year-old locust tree here, otherwise, this cave will become a place where the dragon sleeps! If you live a poor life, you will never become a high-ranking official or dignitary, and your descendants will be affected!" An eyebrow expression cautiously explained to Liao Yihua.

Seeing that what the Taoist said was the Tao, Liao Yihua was even more convinced, and praised again and again: "The old man can meet the master, it is really a blessing from the previous generation!"

"Sir, you don't have to say that! Collect money from people and eliminate disasters for others! I have just calculated, tomorrow afternoon after three o'clock is the auspicious time for burial, tonight I will go back to prepare, and then tomorrow afternoon on time for burial. ”

After finding the cemetery, a few people did not stay longer, because there were too many things to prepare before the burial, so a few people hurried back, after all, the time for burial has now been set, and Yimei Daoist also said that except for tomorrow afternoon, it is not suitable to be buried in a short time. ”

At noon the next day, Liao Yihua sent several cars to pick up Yimei Daoren, and after arriving on the mountain, Yimei Daoren personally commanded, and finally, before the night fell, Liao Yihua's son Liao Guozhong was successfully buried.

When the funeral was over, Liao Yihua once again made a request to Yimei Daoren, which was the request mentioned earlier, he wanted to see his son.

Seeing that Liao Yihua was so urgent, and he had already promised him, it would be the same sooner or later, so he nodded and agreed.

Everyone followed Liao Yihua to his residence, Xiangjiang Mid-Mountainous District, which is a gathering place for rich people in Xiangjiang, and the people who live here are either rich or noble, and it is not surprising that Liao Yihua owns several houses here.

When he came to Liao Yihua's residence, Mougins realized the wealth gap between himself and Liao Yihua, a three-story villa of nearly 1,500 square meters, which looked like a castle where European nobles lived, and the visual impact was too powerful.

The extremely luxurious villa in front of me, and then thinking of my own villa, compared with the one in front of me, the gap is too big.

While sighing, he followed Liao Yihua into the villa, looking at the huge garden and the rippling swimming pool, Mu Ran couldn't help but show an envious expression, and even had an urge to buy this place.

"You live alone in such a big place?" Yimei Daoren looked around and couldn't help but sigh.

"And some servants!" Liao Yihua smiled and said.

"The feng shui of this place is good! Looks like you've hired a professional to set it up, right?" Yimei Daoist said while following Liao Yihua towards the house, looking around.

"What a visionary! This is the help of my exclusive feng shui master in the company. Liao Yihua said with a smile.

Hearing this, the Yimei Daoist nodded thoughtfully, as if he was thinking about something, seeing the expression of the Yimei Daoist, Mouran on the side seemed to have noticed something, and couldn't help but be curious: "What's wrong?" Uncle Nine! Is there something wrong?"

"Hmmm! The problem is not small. It seems that this Liao Yihua is someone who wants his whole family to die!" Yimei Daoist lowered his voice and said to Mougin.

"So ruthless?" Mu Ran glanced at Yimei Daoist in surprise, revealing a look of disbelief.

Yimei Daoren has an upright personality, and he can't see any messy things the most, just now from the garden into the house, he has already seen that there is a problem with the layout of this villa, so he opened his mouth to ask Liao Yihua.

"Do you want to tell him?" Yimei Daoist looked at Mouran and asked.

"Tell him!" Mougin's impression of Liao Yihua is extremely good, and he also knows what Yimei Dao people think in their hearts.

"Sir! There's something I'd like to talk to you about!" Yimei Daoist, who had received Mu Ran's consent, looked at the servants and bodyguards who had been dispersed by Liao Yihua, and spoke.

Liao Yihua smiled, led a few people to the living room, and said after sitting down: "If the master has anything to say!"

"I want to ask if the royal feng shui master in your company is ...... Isn't it ......" Yimei Daoist hesitated, took a deep breath and said, "Is there a grudge against you?"

Hearing the words of the Yimei Daoist, Liao Yihua's complexion changed, and he lowered his voice and asked, "What does the master mean?"

"I just took a look at the layout here, it is clearly a pattern of reversing yin and yang, driving yang and gathering yin, sir, you live with your son, but there are no women, such a pattern...... Such a pattern ......"

"What's wrong with this pattern? But what's the problem?" Seeing the solemn look on the face, Liao Yihua asked with an ugly face.

"Sir's family is all male, and the yang energy is driven and the yin energy gathered! Can you imagine what will happen? If my guess is correct, before Ling Lang had an accident, I'm afraid that Mr. would have had nightmares a lot, and his health was getting worse day by day, right? And Ling Lang was often in a trance before his death, right?" Yimei Daoren narrowed his eyes and said.

Hearing this, Liao Yihua's face became even more gloomy, and his body seemed to tremble slightly because of anger: "Sir, are you saying that my son's death and my current illness are all because of the feng shui layout here?"

"Even if it's not all, most of the reasons!" Yimei Daoren nodded and replied.

"No wonder! No wonder! I told me why he introduced me to that man, and everything was arranged!" Liao Yihua was extremely angry in his heart, with hatred in his eyes, and muttered in a low voice.

"It seems that this Liao Yihua seems to know who is plotting against him behind his back!" Mu Ran heard Liao Yihua's muttering and couldn't help but think.

"Master! Can you break this feng shui?" Liao Yihua took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at Yimei Daoren and said.

Hearing this, Mu Ran on the side smiled and said, "Mr. Liao! If the master can't break it, how can he point it out? But the cost is ......."

"There is no problem in terms of cost, as long as the master helps me break this feng shui layout." Liao Yihua hurriedly spoke.

"Although his feng shui layout is poisonous, it is extremely simple to break it, you only need to tear down the wall in front of you, and replace the two soaphorn trees at the door with camphor." Yimei Daoren stood up and said.

"Good! I'll arrange for someone to do it right away!" Hearing the words of Yimei Daoren, Liao Yihua hurriedly took out his mobile phone and made a call, asking people to deal with what Yimei Daoist said.

After Liao Yihua finished calling, Mu Ran looked at the time and saw that it was not early, so he urged: "Master! Let's get started!"

Hearing this, Yimei Daoist nodded, and began to make arrangements in the hall, and after about half an hour, the altar was set up again.

In the loud shouts of the Yimei Daoist, the lights went out, and the conjuring officially began, and Liao Yihua on the side couldn't help but get nervous when he saw the Yimei Daoist starting, although he was full of confidence in the Yimei Daoist in his heart, but he was still a little apprehensive.

It's no wonder that he has been all over the country during this time, I don't know how many famous Taoist monks he has invited, and even some psychic people abroad He has invited a lot, and every time it has ended in failure, of course, most of them are just some liars.

With the use of one by one by one, a cold wind suddenly hit, making the already dim candlelight begin to sway, Mougin, who has experienced this kind of scene, is extremely familiar, especially the cold wind that makes people feel cool in his heart is unforgettable, he knows that the soul of Liao Yihua's son Liao Guozhong has returned.

"It's coming! You only have time for a stick of incense, and after this pillar of incense is burned, Ling Lang will leave!" As the Yimei Daoist spoke, the yellow talisman in his hand burst out of flames, and then a green smoke ignited in front of the Yimei Daoist, slowly turning from virtual to real, and finally turning into a figure.

When Liao Yihua saw the figure, his body trembled violently, with an unbelievable expression, looking at the familiar figure in front of him, he was stunned for a while.

"Guozhong! Be...... Is that you?" Liao Yihua moved his body stiffly, leaning towards the figure, his eyes wide, looking at the figure with a blurred face.

"Dad! It's me...... It's me!" An extremely illusory voice sounded in the room, and the sound came from the mouth of that figure, and the people present were Liao Yihua who had never seen a ghost, but it was his son in front of him, and he didn't show fear.

When he heard the illusory voice, Liao Yihua burst into tears and staggered, as if he would collapse to the ground.

"Let's go! Let them have a good talk!" Mu Ran tugged at it with his hand, and said while looking at the affectionate scene between the father and son.

Hearing this, after the Yimei Daoist gave another instruction, he followed Mouran to a room on the edge of the hall.

The time of a stick of incense passed in a blink of an eye, and the crying outside finally stopped, just when Mu Ran and the others were about to leave the room, Liao Yihua staggered in, and suddenly knelt down in front of Yimei Daoren, crying: "Please!" Guru! Please, you're letting me see my son!"

Seeing Liao Yihua's appearance, Yimei Daoist frowned, bent down and helped him up, and said: "It's not that I don't want to help you, since ancient times, people and ghosts have different paths, I have seen it once, if you want to see it a second time, it will not be of any benefit to you and him, I can't promise you this matter!" Yimei Daoren rejected Liao Yihua's request.

Although Liao Yihua's request will make people sigh about the lack of greed, Yimei Dao and Mu Ran and the others are extremely understanding of each other.

"Master! I'll give you money! As long as you help me! I'm willing to ......."