In a single-family villa in a small town, Mr. Hong shook his fat head and smiled happily, and welcomed Wang Zhenren into the villa. The décor in the villa speaks for itself and is a luxurious mess.

A rich man is a rich man, and he spends money very boldly, Mr. Hong said a word, and his wife, who was dressed up with tricks, twisted her waist and took a bundle of money from the room on the second floor.

"Dao Chief, this is a fixed money, and after the matter is completed, there will be heavy thanks!" Mr. Hong said with a smile.

Wang Zhenren is also a rich man who lives in a villa and drives a good car, when he sees the boss who is so generous, his heart is still moved, and he sighs in his heart: It's really good to have more money!

Even Bai Wuchang, who couldn't show his shape, straightened his eyes, and thought to himself: If I use this money to sell paper money, paper cars, paper mansions, and paper airplanes and burn them to me, won't I stop worrying about the dark coin?

"Money is something outside the body, let's talk about your affairs first!" Wang Zhenren didn't like money, but knew that this money was in his pocket.

"The Taoist is really a master of the world, and he treats money as dung, which is admirable!" Mr. Hong said.

"Only fools regard money as dung!" Wang Zhenren said in his heart.

"Fake Qinggao!" Bai Wuchang said disdainfully.

Wang Zhenren smiled at Bai Wuchang and did not speak.

"Dao Chief, how can I entertain the God of Impermanence?" Mr. Hong said cautiously.

"Impermanence, just put an offering on him!" Wang Zhenren said pretending to be unfathomable.

With Wang Zhenren's instructions, Mr. Hong hurriedly arranged the briefcase youth: "Hurry up and get a good offering on the table!"

Hearing that there would soon be a table of offerings for him to enjoy, Bai Wuchang gratefully extended his thumb to Wang Zhenren.

Wang Zhenren hurriedly clenched his fists and said, "The god of impermanence has won the prize!"

The room was full of people, only Wang Zhenren could see Bai Wuchang's existence when he opened his eyes, and the others looked at his actions and scoffed, thinking that he was a charlatan who deceived people out of money.

Wang Zhenren didn't care about the attitude of these people, and treated them like air. said to Mr. Hong: "Mr. Hong, please speak!"

Mr. Hong said: "My father is seriously ill and wants to find a piece of feng shui treasure land for him after a hundred years of his old man's home, so that his old man can live happily there." Please also grow into a piece of filial piety for me?"

Wang Zhenren said: "Mr. Hong, when you came, did you say that I would help you exorcise evil spirits and blessings, why did it become a feng shui again?"

"Didn't I always say that I would ask you to help? Look at Feng Shui and find a treasure land, isn't it also a help? Dao Chief, you don't have to be polite, I can increase the honorarium a little more. Mr. Hong said.

Mr. Hong is talking about things with money again, these days, no matter how big or small, if you want to say that it can't be done, it means that the money has not been spent, and there is nothing that cannot be done with money.

You see, when Wang Zhenren heard that the remuneration had risen again, he began to ponder. It's not that he doesn't know, looking at feng shui is his specialty, but Mr. Hong can't see the word "filial piety" on his face, and he hesitates to help him.

Mr. Hong's follower briefcase young man heard that Mr. Hong was going to find a feng shui treasure for his old father, and he thought to himself: You send your father to the nursing home without asking about anything, and his old man is still healthy in the nursing home, you start to do things after his death, and you are embarrassed to say a word of filial piety, and you are really thick-skinned.

"Then bring your father out and let me see him, so that I may look for a blessed land according to my countenance. Wang Zhenren said after pondering for a moment.

Hearing that Wang Zhenren agreed, Mr. Hong said happily: "I'll let people invite his old man here." ”

Seeing that the young man in the briefcase was still standing, Mr. Hong said angrily: "Why don't you hurry up and invite the old lady back, remember to let the old man come over after bathing and changing, so that the provincial Taoist will not be able to see clearly and miss the big thing when he arrives." ”

The young man in the briefcase walked out resignedly, and when he went out, he kept calling: "Nursing home? Hurry up and send Old Man Hong to the door, I will take him home." Driver, driver, hurry up and drive over. Where to go? Where to go, can you ask? Where to go, where you go, a small driver still has a lot of talk! Bathing center? Leave us a single room, and get the best, the biggest, the service, and the back rubbing ready!"

The driver who escaped just now stopped in front of the briefcase in a luxury car, and asked timidly: "Where are you going, won't you be pulling the invisible god of impermanence again?"

"Go to the nursing home to pick up the old man, don't talk nonsense, hurry up, you and I won't be happy if you delay Mr. Hong's affairs!" said the briefcase youth.

An hour later, a pale, emaciated old man in new clothes walked in with a trembling cane, supported by a young man in a briefcase.

"Father," Mr. Hong shouted, and hurriedly stepped forward and helped Dad to a chair and sat down.

The old man was taking a bath and changing clothes, and was urged by the briefcase youth to come here non-stop, his body was already unbearable, and after sitting on the chair, he let out a long breath, glanced at his son who had worked hard to pull up, and then looked at the luxurious villa, and then thought about the sins he suffered in the nursing home, his heart was painful, two lines of tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes, his heart hurt, his head drooped, and he actually drove the crane west.

A wisp of soul was about to leave the house, when he saw Bai Wuchang sitting next to the chair he had just made.

"Don't run, I'm here, I'll be in a few days to save me from running wrong. Bai Wuchang said to the old man's soul.

Seeing Bai Wuchang, the old man's soul ran away, Bai Wuchang waved his hand, and waved out a void, only to think that the soul chain was still in Chen Yang's hand, Bai Wuchang escaped from the house, and quickly went to chase him.

Wang Zhenren was sad in his heart, if he hadn't agreed to Mr. Hong's request for a few stinky money, the old man would not have died suddenly, watching Bai Wuchang chase the old man's soul.

Wang Zhenren hurriedly chased him out and shouted: "Bai Wuchang, let the old man's soul be free for a few days, and when I find a good place for him to sleep, you can take him into the underworld." ”

The joyous event in the hall turned into a funeral, and a few weepings were heard from inside the house.

How dare the young people in the briefcase slack off, and urgently convene personnel to arrange the mourning hall to handle all matters.

Suddenly, under the approval of Mr. Hong, the mourning hall was luxuriously and decently arranged by the briefcase youth.

Mr. Hong didn't expect that the Taoist he invited was so strong in mana, and as soon as he entered the house, he let his old father, who he regarded as a burden, die. I was pleasantly surprised.

"My old father. The son is not filial, how did you leave so early!" Mr. Hong saw his father die suddenly, and his heart was naturally full of pain. But this is all pretended to be shown to Wang Zhenren.

Wang Zhenren really saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, he didn't catch up with Bai Wuchang and Mr. Hong's father's ghosts when he went out, so he was ashamed, after all, this incident was caused by his own eyes when he saw money.

Mr. Hong cried sadly and sadly, while secretly happy, thinking that his fate was good, he met a Taoist priest on the way, who was his lucky star, and promised to help him exorcise evil spirits.

Wang Zhenren chased out of the door, and there was no trace of Bai Wuchang and the old man's lonely soul, so he had to return to the hall.

Mr. Hong wiped away his tears and said: "Wang Zhenren, you see that my father is traveling westward with a crane, please hurry up and find a blessed land for his old man, so that he can enter the earth as soon as possible!"

Wang Zhenren chased out of the door, Bai Wuchang ran away early, and when he came back, he sat on the chair and took a breath, and said: "Mr. Hong, your father's grievances are too heavy, and the god of impermanence has chased him out, so you have to make arrangements as soon as possible." ”

Mr. Hong naturally knew his own details, and said: "There is a Taoist chief, and the old father's blessed land is also asked to be visited by the Taoist chief as soon as possible, so I will follow the Taoist chief to the mountain to find the blessed land." ”

Wang Zhenren said: "For the sake of your filial piety, I'll do my best!"

With Wang Zhenren's promise, Mr. Hong had a bottom in his heart, and he was naturally happy in his heart, looking at the high-end and luxurious spiritual shed and decoration, he said to the young man in the briefcase: "You lead the Taoist chief up the mountain, and the old man's affairs will be fully handed over to you to be responsible, if the old man is wronged, I will only ask you!"

The young man in the briefcase said: "Please rest assured, Mr. Hong, I will let the old man go well, and find a good blessed land according to your instructions." ”

Mr. Hong looked at the well-arranged mourning hall, wearing filial piety clothes, and said to Wang Zhenren: "I went to the northwest for more than 100 miles, there is a mountain, the mountain is green and green, and the environment is beautiful. ”

Wang Zhenren said: "Mr. Hong, rest assured, for the sake of your old father's affairs, I will definitely not give up, but you don't have to mention the matter of money again, I also let your old father be reincarnated safely." ”

Mr. Hong listened to it and said gratefully: "There is a Taoist chief, everything is under the orders of the Taoist chief, and I will arrange for someone to follow the Taoist into the mountain." ”

Wang Zhenren waited left and right to wait for Bai Wuchang to come back, and he couldn't tell the whereabouts of the old man's soul, so he had the heart to agree to Mr. Hong's request, but he was afraid that he would not be able to control the situation by then, and he was very depressed.

Mr. Hong kept urging again, so he had to temporarily agree. But he didn't say anything, just said: "I can go up the mountain, but the rest of the matter depends on Mr. Hong's creation!"

Wang Zhenren promised to go up the mountain, and Mr. Hong had a bottom in his heart, arranging people to guard the mourning hall, and arranging people to prepare to take Wang Zhenren up the mountain.

This is called eating people with short mouths and short hands, Wang Zhenren responded to Mr. Hong's request, so he had to serve him.

The mountain is a sand mountain, but it is towering into the clouds, Wang Zhenren climbed the mountain under the leadership of Mr. Hong, raised his eyes and looked around, there is really a good blessed land.

It's just that this blessed land can only be enjoyed by blessed people.

Wang Zhenren saw it in his eyes and was happy in his heart, and with a blessed land, he was saved from looking around. For the sake of the old man's suffering in this life, he has to find a blessed land for him if he doesn't want to fight his spiritual power, but this blessed land can only be enjoyed by him alone, and it will not bring blessings to the unfilial descendants of future generations.

Wang Zhenren looked around, only