Dong Xiujuan was puzzled, opened a pair of big eyes, and asked ignorantly.

"According to what you said before, isn't my brother's illness related to feng shui?

Meng Junrong, who had been silent for a long time, jumped out again and angrily brushed his sense of existence.

"Aren't all liars like this, one ring after another, pulling people into the trap step by step. But Xiaojuan, don't worry, with me here, I will definitely debunk this magic stick's trick!"

Dong Wansheng moved his eyes and glanced at Yang Yonghui.

Unless he is acting with Village Chief Ding, otherwise, this matter is really a bit of a coincidence.

Could it be that the number of feng shui is really true?

Dong Wansheng, who has always disbelieved in feng shui, began to waver a little in his heart.

Yang Yonghui couldn't say clearly, but Village Chief Ding was a little proud to tell what he knew.

"Little girl, what do you know, Feng Shui is something handed down from the ancestors, mysterious, but the effect is beyond your imagination. ”

"As early as the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, there was a feng shui master in Weidongli. The village chiefs of each village gave them a warm welcome and asked him to help him look at feng shui. After a week of investigation and research, the feng shui master finally determined that this hill is a unique treasure of feng shui. As long as you make some corresponding arrangements, you can change the feng shui pattern of the entire Weidongli, and everyone will embark on a prosperous life from now on. ”

Speaking of this, Village Chief Ding suddenly gritted his teeth, with a look of resentment in his eyes.

"But we never imagined that someone would already be one step ahead of the curve. ”

"The person from the Dong family, that is, the grandfather of the chairman of the Wansheng Group, dug the grave here first and buried his ancestors' ashes in it. ”

Since then, the descendants of his Dong family have become the most eye-catching entrepreneurs and wealthy people in the city. As for our Dingjia Village and other villages in Weidongli, they are standing still and making no progress. ”

Hearing this, Dong Wansheng couldn't help but interject.

"Village Chief Ding, even if this is really a treasure of feng shui, it is also the tomb that my grandfather first placed here, so it can't be said that it robbed you of your feng shui luck. ”

A few decades ago, graves were built in the countryside and they generally went wherever they wanted. As long as it doesn't get in the way of others, there will be no problem.

Dong Wansheng's grandfather chose the address here, and when the feng shui master surveyed the feng shui later, he found that it was obvious that this mountain belonged to a remote place where few people came.

"Why didn't you rob us of our feng shui luck!"

Speaking of this, Village Chief Ding was even more angry.

"This is the territory of Dingjia Village, and it is a treasure of feng shui belonging to Dingjia Village. According to the feng shui master, after the arrangement is completed, the entire Weidongli will be blessed, which is already a great contribution made by our Dingjia Village. It's better for you to just grab all the benefits in your hands, and it's all your own. Isn't this the act of a thief or a robber?"

Yang Yonghui rolled his eyes when he heard this logic.

However, the old people at that time attached great importance to the territory, and what the national laws and regulations said was the same thing, but in their own one-third of an acre, that is, they had the final say, and they had to do what they said.

To put it bluntly, I call the shots on my turf.

The practice of the ancestors of the Dong family is undoubtedly a slap in the face of Hongguoguo in their eyes, and it is no different from urinating after a burglary, and writing XXX to visit here.

The old man took a breath, and there was a smug expression on his face.

"But although you buried the cemetery first, you competed for the luck of a hundred miles here. In order not to destroy the hard-won feng shui pattern, the old man is not good at what to do with the graves of your ancestors. But we have Feng Shui masters to guide us, and we are not powerless. ”

Yang Yonghui pursed his lips and said, "It's just that we are also building the tombs of the ancestors in your village around the mountain to rob and share the luck of the Dong family." Then build the ancestral hall of Dingjia Village in the key parts to weaken and drain the gathered feng shui fortune. Slowly accumulate strength, and when the right time comes, he will reverse it in one fell swoop and replace the ancestral tomb of the Dong family. Isn't it, old man?"

Village Chief Ding was dumbfounded, and his fingers trembled and pointed at Yang Yonghui: "You, you, how do you know?"

This is the countermeasure that the feng shui master finally came up with after thinking and meditating. After the previous generation of village chiefs, the secret was passed to the ears of the village chief Ding. Even the elders of the same generation in the village may not know so clearly.

How could this young man say it so clearly, without any difference? Could it be that he really saw it himself?

Can he have such feng shui attainments?

Dong Wansheng looked at the expression of Village Chief Ding and knew that Yang Yonghui was right.

His face sank and he asked, "The right time?"

Yang Yonghui nodded and said casually: "That's now." ”

Since the mystery has been opened by Yang Yonghui, Village Chief Ding does not need to hide it, but simply fights gongs and drums.

Even if Dong Wansheng is rich, powerful and status, so what. Here, he's the head of the land. And it is related to the future and fate of everyone in the village, everyone risked their lives, and they didn't have to be afraid of him Dong Wansheng.

"That's right, as long as it takes another half a month, invite the feng shui master to do the three mores, you can change the feng shui pattern here, and all the feng shui luck stolen by your Dong family will be transferred to my Ding family ancestral hall. It's the trend of the times, and even if you know it, what can you change?"

Village Chief Ding laughed heartily.

"After waiting for decades, I finally waited for the arrival of this day! Hahaha! It's ours, it's still our Dingjia Village, no matter what despicable means your Dong family uses, you can only be proud for a while, and you still have to return it in the end. ”

Dong Wansheng stood there, his face was pale, and his whole body trembled slightly.

Whether he believes in feng shui or not, the head of this Ding village and even the entire Ding family village began to plan and target their Dong family decades ago. Whoever knows about it won't be happy.

Not to mention, decades ago, he was still a kid with a snot in his mouth. But some of the practices of the elders in the family did not hide from him.

Some of the things they did, Dong Wansheng at that time didn't seem to be at ease at all. But as confirmed by what we have seen and heard today, it seems that there is some kind of unspeakable connection that is coincidental.

The ashes of the ancestors are not buried near Dongjia Village, but they should choose this remote mountain in Dingjia Village.

Before his grandfather and father died, they both gave the same advice and attached great importance to this tomb.

His son Dong Jinzong fell ill for no reason, and no matter how he went to the hospital, he couldn't find out the reason.

There are also difficulties encountered in my own company.

Could it be that the number of feng shui techniques is not all superstition and nonsense?