Chapter 13 Northern Crosswater Bureau

Sang Luojian saw that the people in the live broadcast room expressed doubts one after another, and continued unhurriedly:

"Ever since you opened a new river three months ago and diverted water from a large river in the village to your water summer resort, things have been going wrong. First the capital chain was broken, then the construction site died, and then the girlfriend who had been talking for eight years also broke up with you because of a long-distance relationship, yes or no? ”

Sang Luo listed all the things Chen Hao had experienced in the past three months, one by one, and after Chen Hao listened to it, he only felt that his scalp was numb.

Like a puppet, he froze in place, only nodding his head.

So, is it really his father who did all this?

Chen Hao slapped the table, pointed to the sky and asked, "Dad, why are you doing this?" After you got sick, I gave up my job with an annual salary of one million and came back to take care of you day and night, never complaining. ”

"These things are in the eyes of everyone in the village, who doesn't praise me for my filial piety when I see them? Tell me what you're doing all this? ”

Sang Luo glanced at Chen Hao, "Do you still listen to me?" ”

Chen Hao knew that he was too excited just now, so he put away his excitement, sat back on the bench, and pulled out a smile, "Please also ask the master to explain." ”

"You take your phone and go around your father's grave, and I'll take a look."

Sang Luo suspected that there was a problem with the feng shui of the cemetery, and Chen Hao's father would do this kind of behavior.

Chen Hao hurriedly responded, took his mobile phone and walked to his father's grave.

【Good Excitement】

[The anchor won't let Chen Hao open the coffin, right? ] 】

[Mom, I'm afraid]

[It should be a problem with the feng shui of the cemetery, right? ] 】

After Chen Hao walked to the cemetery, he held his mobile phone high and circled around the lawn around the cemetery.

After reading it, Sang Luo can be regarded as completely understood.

"You're such a dutiful son."

This was the first thing Sang Luo said after seeing the situation of the cemetery.

Sun Ze didn't understand the meaning behind Sang Luo's words, "Chen Hao is a famous filial son in our village!" After his father's death, it cost more than 800,000 yuan to hold a funeral, and it cost 300,000 yuan just to find a feng shui master to show his father's grave. ”

[Poverty limits my imagination]

[Will the funeral alone cost more than 800,000? 】

[The coffin is made of golden silk nanmu]

[800,000, I don't eat or drink to earn for fifteen years]

Chen Hao lifted Sun Ze away from the screen with his elbow, frowned and asked, "Master, did I do something wrong to make my father angry?" ”

Sang Luo praised him as a filial son, and the irony behind this was clearly understood.

"You spent 300,000 yuan to find Mr. Feng Shui, and it was worth it, but it was not worth spending 3 million to open a canal to divert water."

Chen Hao was puzzled, "What do you say about this?" ”

"The tomb that Mr. Feng Shui buried for your father is called the Northern Hengshui Bureau. A big river flows from north to south, the water flows from the Shengwang side to the tomb, when it flows through the surrounding of the cemetery, the bay ring is around, like a jade belt to tie the waist, hugging in front of the hole. ”

"The cemetery has affection around Longhu, and the nobles stand on the peak, and use such cemeteries, and the wealth of future generations will continue."

"But you opened a canal to divert water and broke this situation, which caused you to have everything go wrong later, if this grave is not moved, I am afraid that your own health will be affected in the future."

After Chen Hao listened, it suddenly dawned on him, no wonder he had been in trouble since he opened the canal to divert water, it turned out that he had broken the tomb of his father's Northern Hengshui Bureau with his own hands.

Sun Ze leaned next to Chen Hao at this time, revealing a thief's eyes with a smile in his eyes, "Master, why did his father splash water on his bed?" ”

"He dug a ditch and dug a sieve around his father's grave, and his father's bones were already soaked in puddles."

[It's okay to dig it into a sieve]

[It's really a famous filial son in the village]

[Or cremation is worry-free]

[I'm afraid that my son will let me soak in the puddle in the future]

[You let your dad sleep in a puddle every night, what's wrong with him pouring a few basins of water on you? 】

Sanglu shook his head, "It's not that his father splashes water on him every night. Just because the yang house and the yin house are the same, both play a role in people's fortune and health at the same time, after the yin house is waterlogged, his father wants to remind Chen Hao to pay attention to this matter, so the house where Chen Hao lives is back to the tide, so you get up every morning The quilt is wet. ”

Chen Hao nodded, "That's right, if someone really splashes water, I can't not wake up." ”。 He lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a moment, frowning, "But this resurgence is too strong!" Every morning, I wake up and feel like I can unscrew a bowl of water from the quilt. ”

"Your father wanted to start a little lighter, but you didn't pay attention to it, if he hadn't been ruthless, you wouldn't have found me through the live broadcast room."

Chen Hao smiled embarrassedly, touched his forehead, and then his eyes lit up, "That's right, master." My father moved his grave, can you help me choose a grave site? The price is negotiable. ”

[The anchor is going to make a fortune, and the last feng shui gentleman made 300,000 yuan by choosing a location]

[The anchor went and remembered to start the live broadcast]

[I also want to see the relocation of graves]

[Agreed! 】

【+1】

Sang Luo shook his head, "No." ”

She is in Rongcheng, and Chen Hao is too far away in Los Angeles.

"Master, as long as you come, in addition to the honorarium you should give, I will cover the master's air tickets, accommodation, food and drink."

"The feng shui gentleman you invited last time is quite reliable, I want to stay in the temple to receive pilgrims, and it is inconvenient to go to Los Angeles."

When Chen Hao heard this, he was a little frustrated, "Okay, thank you master today." ”

Sang Luo waved his hand, "It's a trivial matter, then that's all for today." ”

[It's over again]

[It's too fast, isn't it?]

[I can't get enough of it every time]

[I also want to calculate, I can't grab the lucky bag at all! ] 】

After speaking, Sang Luo prepared to go live broadcast.

Sun Ze on the side hurriedly snatched the phone, "Wait a minute!" Guru! I have one more thing I want to trouble you! ”

Sang Luo directly refused: "Today's two hexagrams have been calculated, if there are still people who want to calculate the hexagrams, you can come to Cangyunguan to find me." ”

Her own purpose is to make the incense in the temple prosperous, and besides, the money converted from the incense in the view is much more than what she earns in the live broadcast.

Last time, Enron had a two-meter high incense, and directly received 100,000 yuan.

In fact, she has always wondered why her account is associated with this broken Taoist temple?

She was puzzled, there were too many questions that she needed to solve one by one.

After the live broadcast, Sang Luo rested early.

On the second day, Sanglu got up at four or five o'clock in the morning to clean.

This Taoist temple is not big, it is not small, there are seven or eight shrines, a dining hall that can be used for 50 people, a scripture pavilion, and more than 30 squatter rooms for pilgrims and Taoist priests to live.

She is weak, and she hasn't finished cleaning for seven or eight days, and when the incense is strong, it may be much easier to recruit some apprentices.