"The last letter said that it was the happy day of Mr. Qi. He married a delicate bride, with suona, pipe sheng, firecrackers and flower drums. It was very lively. Inside, relatives and guests sat table after table, and outside were surrounded by local villagers. In the lobby, Mrs. Qi was overjoyed, Mrs. Qi was overjoyed, Mrs. Qi was overjoyed, and Mrs. Qi was so embarrassed that she was so happy that she was so happy that she was so happy that she was so happy that she was so happy that she was so happy! After worshiping this world, the high hall, the couple was about to worship each other. Wow! At this time, a sloppy monk suddenly rushed out, and without saying a word, she carried the bride and ran away. Mrs. Qi was so stupid that she had seen people taking over people in the government and robbers robbing people, but she had never seen such things as monks robbing brides for three generations."

In Jiujiang City, in a teahouse facing the street, a storyteller over 40 years old said vividly, pressing his right hand on the table and making gestures with the content with his left hand. When he said this, the listeners on the seat smiled.

"Everyone was there, and no one was chasing him. It was probably new, and no one could react. A man suddenly shouted, "Why don't you chase him!" Everyone then realized that some were holding bars, some were picking up benches, and some even had wine pots. In this posture, they could get a few dishes to go out to have a table. Everyone rushed out, but no one ran out for a long time. Why? They were all running too quickly and crowded together at the door!"

Storyteller shook his shoulders, his cheeks shrank and seemed to be squeezed. Everyone in the hall laughed again. Storyteller continued, "After struggling for a long time, everyone finally chased out. This is why the door of Qi Yuanwai was strong and not squeezed out. The sloppy monk carried the bride and stopped walking and stopped, as if he was deliberately attracting those people to chase. In this way, the guests and villagers became even more angry and rushed out in a swarm. The monk kept running for several miles. The guests and villagers also chased for several miles. The groom ran the fastest, and said while panting: 'Thief... Monk, put me down... My wife, otherwise I would... I would...' He thought for a long time, but he didn't know what to do with a monk."

"The monk smiled and imitated the tone of the groom and said, "New... Groom, you little... you are so handsome, why not give it to me... to me..." Although he said that, he ran to a mountain and put the bride down. He turned around and walked into the woods and disappeared. Everyone rushed forward and saw that the bride was just a little frightened and there was nothing unusual. Young Master Qi breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know what the sloppy monk was doing, but when he saw that the bride was fine, he didn't pursue it. Everyone was about to go back, and his face looked as if he was so scared. Guess why? What are you? What a mountain that couldn't see was floating in the air, and it happened to be stopped on the top of their village..."

Suddenly, a loud urge to shout came from the street: "Get out of the way, get out of the way! Doing business in the yamen, get out of the way!" Everyone in the teahouse looked out, and several detectives were driving the road in front, and the two detectives behind were pushing a wooden car, with a layer of white cloth covering the car, looking at the contours, as if they were covering a person or a corpse.

Seeing this, the man sighed: "Oh, another one died, with eunuchs above taking power and stupid officials below being in charge. So many people died inexplicably, it seems that they are really in chaos."

The shopkeeper filled him with tea and said with a smile: "It's better not to discuss this business, but this wave will pass immediately."

The man sighed again and stopped talking.

The storyteller had a very flexible head. Seeing the listener being fussed by this incident, most of them lost interest. After blowing tea, he had already thought of a way. He patted the table and said, "Today, let's not talk about the monk robbing the bride, but instead talk about the Taoist priests who will eliminate ghosts when they come out."

People have always been interested and scared about ghosts and gods. When Mr. Storyteller said this, he became interested immediately, and some even urged him to speak quickly.

The Storyteller took a sip of tea, and his voice became low and hoarse: "Sixty years ago, there was a Taoist temple a hundred miles east of the city. There was only an old Taoist priest in the temple. After a long time, he couldn't remember the Taoist name. Because there were two kinds of pine and cypress trees growing at the entrance of the temple, people called him "Pine and cypress Taoist priest". One day, a rich man asked someone to carry a lot of fruit gift boxes. When he saw the pine and cypress Taoist, he knelt down..."

"What's wrong with this rich man who gave gifts and knelt down?" shouted someone from the hall.

"Don't be anxious," said the storyteller, waved his hand and continued, "The Taoist Songbai dared not accept this gift, so he hurriedly avoided it and helped the rich man up from the side. After the two of them sat down, the rich man said it all in all. The rich man named Quan Guangyuan, and he was the owner of a medicine shop in a small town three hundred miles away. This is a good saying, "If you don't rob the Tao, just sell medicine." This is a profitable thing to sell medicine. Who doesn't have a serious illness or minor disaster? The expensive ginseng and deer antlers, the cheap ephedra and licorice, can make money from any path... It's a bit too far, let's talk about it. A month ago, it's not like this.

The rich man's family is a nightmare, whether it is a master's wife or a maid or a servant, the whole mansion has a lot of nightmares. The rich man Quan Guangyuan often dreams of wind and sand in his house, blowing around the house, but there is no movement. This dream makes him panic and restless all night. His wife dreams of sleeping with a dead person every night, and often calls the name of a dead body in her dream. When she wakes up, she forgets her name completely. She asks the maids, either she dreams of being licked by a cat's face or dreams of being trapped in an empty room. The whole mansion is made panic and restless all night."

"The rich man felt that it was not good, so he went to another place to invite Mr. Meng to another place. The two of them walked along the way. The more Mr. Meng heard the more wrong his expression was. Halfway through, he said a word, and ran back. The rich man's technique was very fast. He grabbed Mr. Meng at one stroke, which may be related to his practice of taking medicine since he was a child. The rich man asked again and again, and Mr. Meng shook his head and said, "It's useless to find him. It's better to find Mr. Feng Shui to take a look."

"The rich man was even more panicked. He didn't even enter the mansion gate and turned around and invited the most famous Feng Shui master in the city. This Feng Shui master has a nickname, the name "Bu Chu Jushi", which means that the Feng Shui situation in the world is not unknown to him. Although the name is a bit arrogant, the rich man did have a few tricks. He responded to the rich man's invitation and did not rush into the mansion. He first found a high place to look at the terrain. He saw a river in the north facing south, turned halfway, and walked around the hills and headed straight to the southeast. The rich man's mansion was in the arc of the river. The southwest corner of the mansion was facing the bend of the river. There was no hall here in the mansion. A garden was built according to the terrain. Mr. Bu Chu couldn't help but secretly praised: It's a way to build a river, so it's a barrier..."

"What basket? Why did you come up with a basket based on Feng Shui?" a man suddenly shouted.

The storyteller waved his hand and said, "It's not a basket, it's a gate, a gate that closes the door, a gate that blocks the road. The gate is used to condense and flow the aura. Only when the relevant gate can the wind be hidden and the energy is gathered. A good Feng Shui situation is necessary. There must be a gate that is in front of the Mingtang."

"Then the sir, give us some advice. When we get home, we will also set up a barrier to hide the wind and gather the air."

The teacher was worried about this story. He knew very little about Feng Shui, and all he knew were collected from the people and had never really learned the Feng Shui situation. But if you say it at this moment, you will inevitably lose your reputation. If you talk about it later, you will not be able to believe in it. If you say it, Feng Shui is always mysterious and subtle, and it is related to the fortune of the family. If you say it wrong, it is okay, but if you have something to do, you will be in trouble.

However, he had been wandering around for many years, and it was common to make tricks. He was not in a hurry at the moment, pretending to close his eyes and contemplate, thinking quickly in his mind how to bring this matter over.

After two sips of tea, the storyteller still said, "Don't be anxious." The listeners couldn't help but get upset, and the tables were slammed, and suddenly a crisp and hesitant sound rang out: "It's a tree, what we usually do is a tree."
Chapter completed!