When he heard this, Mr. Shushu couldn't help but feel regretful and scolded: If he had known these people had talked so much, he wouldn't have talked about these Taoist priests. I wouldn't have known the feng shui of these Taoists. But I was trying to speak quickly for a while, so I would just talk about the old ones, such as myths, legends, allusions, etc. Xue Rengui's three arrows to attack Tianshan, Han Shizhong's fight against Huang Tiandang, how happy it is to say these.

At the moment, he pinched his fingers randomly and slowly, pretending to think about memories, and secretly swore in his heart that he would never talk about these things again. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at the young man in the audience. After seeing it, he couldn't help but feel happy. The young man stared at his fingers and his left hand was pinching inexplicably, but it was much more neat and regular than him. I guess he also understood this method.

The storyteller was secretly happy. The young man seemed to be here to explain the situation to him today. Since he had a clear mind, the expression on his face became more and more mysterious. He pretended to be mature and steadily swept over everyone and said slowly: "This matter is easy to solve. Look at the guy who understands it, how about we ask him to tell me again?"

The young man was surprised and surprised. He didn't expect that he would touch him again. Seeing everyone looking at him, he said embarrassedly: "Speak, what are you talking about?"

The storyteller raised his left hand and said, "It's the one you just counted as a boy."

"Is Jiuxing Fei a lawless person?"

The storyteller was overjoyed. It seemed that the boy knew it really. He nodded quickly and said, "Yes, it's Jiuxingfei's fault. Please tell us again."

After a previous incident, the boy's shyness and nervousness had already gone away. He raised his left hand, his thumb and little finger were linked, revealing three side by side fingers, and said little by little: "Actually, I don't understand either, but my master said: 'Since you can't use it, you have to recite it to memorize it.' My master said that the three yuan and nine fortunes must be memorized. The three yuan is the upper, middle and lower three yuan, and one yuan is sixty years. The nine fortunes are the nine stars that the teacher just mentioned, starting with a white star.

The first fortune is twenty years, and it will last for nine purple stars, and it will be a total of one hundred and eighty years. After the end, it will return to the white star, and it will be repeated in a cycle. The route of the nine stars flying and hiding is dead. If it is the turn of the white star to enter the central palace this year, then write one in the middle of the nine grid. According to the route of the nine stars flying and hiding, fly to the grid in the lower right corner, and write two here. This is the two black star, and then fly to the grid above, and then write three. This is the three bird stars..."

The young man was talking while drawing a route on his fingers. After watching for a while, everyone lost interest in this complicated and complicated route. Only the storyteller stared at him without blinking, silently remembering it all in his heart.

The young man slowly finished drawing on his fingers: "After flying the Nine Purple Stars, fly back to the position of a white star, and the cycle continues. When you see which star is turned into, write the number of that star in the middle, and then draw the position of the entire nine stars according to the route, and then we can calculate the distribution of the stars and the regulation of space."

This is how people's curiosity is. After knowing what they don't know, they lose interest in it. For example, the "Book of Changes" is curious and want to know thousands of people, but there are only a few who really have to study it hard. Seeing that what he said is so complicated and complicated, these men have long lost patience. If they hadn't seen that he was still young and what he said makes sense, they would have choked him back.

The storyteller patted the chopping board lightly, which attracted everyone to their senses. He said slowly: "Mr. Buchu is lying in the garden, step by step, sometimes heading east and sometimes west, and circled around the garden for more than three times. Finally, he stopped three steps in a rockery and told the rich to dig six feet out of this place. It is related to the Feng Shui of the house. How could the rich to avoid it? I immediately asked the two servants with the most powerful shovels to dig them, digging six feet deep. With a "bang", it seemed that they had encountered something hard. Mr. Buchu asked the two to stop and take out five black iron pieces to form a

The circle was placed around the digging pit, and the two of them were asked to take out the things in the pit, but after taking it out, they must be placed within five iron sheets. After a while, the two dug it open and took out three three-foot-long wood from it, tied together in the shape of a 'genus'. The rich man almost frightened his legs when he saw it. He ran a medicine shop and was most familiar with grass and medicinal materials. The three in front of him were clearly a sorrow stick made of willow trees, but they had already dried up. One of the bottom ends was cut into a pointed head and buried at the bottom. Of course, a sorrow stick was buried in the garden. This would not be a good thing, let alone nine."

"The rich man was frightened, but Mr. Buchu didn't say anything, so he was not inconvenient to say it. Mr. Buchu kept silent and made the same move. He asked someone to dig the wall one after another by the pond, and took out three willow wood aches, which were tied together. The three positions were exactly like pointed cones. The tail of the cone held against the Feng Shui flowing place, and the tip of the cone broke into the depths of the garden. Mr. Buchu then understood the reason. These nine willow trees were buried in the triangle of the garden, which not only destroyed the Feng Shui of the Mansion, but also attracted evil spirits in the mansion. His intentions were deep and he could not be said to be poisonous. He told the rich man truthfully that Liu Tong was "stayed" and was made into a sad and mourning stick, which not only broke the Feng Shui, but also attracted some unclean things. He could repair the original pattern, but those evil spirits were beyond his ability."

"After hearing this, the rich man's legs were weak, he repeatedly begged Mr. Buchu to save him. He was so big that he could not give up this place day and night. Mr. Buchu burned nine willow trees with people and pondered for a while and said, "He really had no choice but to do this, but he once knew a Taoist priest, with two kinds of pine and cypress trees growing in front of the Taoist temple..."

"Master Songbai, after hearing the causes and consequences, he pondered and said nothing. He was a practitioner who paid the most attention to good causes and effects. As the saying goes, planting melons and getting beans, everything will come up with good or bad. He saw that Quan Guangyuan's face was kind, but there was always a sense of hostility between his eyebrows and eyes. He knew that he opened a medicine shop and sold medicine to cure diseases, but he would definitely do anything to make huge profits. Such things could be said to be punishing him in a dark way. If he interfered with it, he might violate the laws of heaven. But one thing was the duty of his practitioner to help the danger and save people. Secondly, Quan Guangyuan brought a lot of gifts. When he lived in the Taoist temple alone, his life would inevitably be inconvenient. After thinking about it, he finally decided to go to the whole mansion for a while. Everyone, this is the realization of money covering his eyes and destroying the pure practice. From then on, one person was missing from Taoist temple."

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