"Natural dissipation of air?" Bao Longtu was very disappointed: "How can it naturally dissipate air?"

"This kind of thing is also difficult to grasp." Fang Yuan explained: "As the saying goes, things will turn back when they are extreme, and they will decline when they are prosperous. The dragon vein changes every fifty years and changes every hundred years, and the fortune will shift, and no one can stop it."

"Oh." Bao Longtu sighed, "Is this considered a person sitting at home? Misfortune comes from heaven?"

"Forget it." Fang Yuan nodded.

"Then there is nothing I can do, I can only admit that I am unlucky." Bao Longtu said helplessly, not much sadness and despair. After all, I am already a little used to it. I am lucky to get it, but I am lucky to lose it.

"The overall Feng Shui of the village is something that cannot be reversed by human power." Fang Yuan pondered: "But if it is only for your family, I can block my luck and prevent it from losing it."

"My home?" Bao Longtu was stunned and then reacted: "You said the loss of anger also includes my home?"

"Nonsense, is your family not in the village?" Fang Yuan glanced and said, "Or, you want to move long ago? If you say this, I don't have to worry about it."

"No, no, no, let's talk about moving later." Bao Longtu said with a smile: "You'd better help me solve the Feng Shui problem at home first."

Everyone can’t take care of it, and they can only take care of the small family. This is not selfish, it can only be said to be done within their means.

At the same time, Fang Yuan smiled and said, "To put it bluntly, your situation is actually much better than you imagined. Basically, I don't have to meddle in other people's business."

"What does it mean?" Bao Longtu said in confusion and pulled Fang Yuan towards his own direction.

Fang Yuan staggered and followed him, looking back at the nearby river. He vaguely felt a vague feeling, as if he had ignored something.

However, before Fang Yuan could think about it, he was pulled back to the front of the house by Bao Longtu. At the right time, Bao Longtu said enthusiastically: "Tell me, what is going on in my house?"

"The situation is good." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "A typical pattern facing north and south, with a blue dragon on the left, a white tiger on the right, and a square plaza in front of it, just a Xuanwu backer, but it doesn't matter. Your family also has something to complete the position of this backer."

"What?" Bao Longtu said in surprise: "Where is it?"

"You forgot, who is worshipped in the hall?" Fang Yuan reminded with a smile.

"Bao Qingtian?" Bao Longtu said in surprise: "Are you talking about Bao Qingtian's sitting statue?"

"Yeah." Fang Yuan nodded and said, "How much do you know about that sitting statue?"

"Uh..." Bao Longtu scratched his head and thought: "I really don't know this. It's just that it has always been in my memory..."

As he spoke, Bao Xing happened to come out. Bao Longtu asked quickly: "Dad, when was the statue of Bao Qingtian worshipped in the hall? It should have been there when my grandfather was there, right?"

"The image of Bao Qingtian?" Bao Xing was stunned and nodded, "Yes, the things passed down by your grandfather have been worshipped for decades. I remember there were them when I was a child. When I moved here, your grandfather would carry it with him and then place it in the hall. Calculate the time. It has been almost twenty years..."

"It is estimated that twenty years are only a fraction." Fang Yuan chuckled: "One hundred and twenty years are still the same."

"Really or not?" Bao Longtu was surprised and happy: "Isn't that antique?"

"So I said before that you don't know how to be blessed." Fang Yuan shook his head and smiled, "You invited a jade lucky star to come back, just to replace the things in the hall, right?"

"Yes, yes." Bao Longtu nodded quickly, then hesitated: "Has you done something wrong?"

"It must be wrong, and it's ridiculously wrong. It's a typical example of picking sesame seeds and throwing watermelons." Fang Yuan explained: "The things that have been worshipped for more than a hundred years, and the depth of the things that have been worshipped is not comparable to those of the magic weapon that has only been consecrated."

"What do you mean is that Bao Qingtian's sitting statue is also a magic weapon?" Bao Longtu was surprised and hurried to the hall to look at it.

Fang Yuan walked in and glanced at the statue in the niche, and sighed: "I first arrived at your house yesterday, and I found that this thing was unusual. The fragrance of incense is completely comparable to the Buddha statue in the temple. But a pity..."

"What a pity?" Bao Longtu asked hurriedly.

"It's a pity that the shrine seems to be a little decayed, which affects the stability of the aura of the god statue." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "It's just a small problem. Just change to a new niche."

"Change, change now." Bao Longtu responded, without any hesitation, turned around and wanted to buy it.

"No hurry. The new niche is not that easy to change, it is somewhat particular." Fang Yuan blocked: "First of all, you need to figure out what material the statue is made of. If the statue is made of wood, you can imagine what the result will be if you buy a metal niche box and get the gold wood."

"Ah." Bao Longtu suddenly realized and nodded quickly, "That's right, then I'll check it."

While talking, Bao Longtu was about to go to check Bao Gong's seated statue, but was stopped by Fang Yuan again.

"Reckless." Fang Yuan couldn't help but shake his head: "Can such things move around casually? You must first burn incense to express your respect."

"It's so right, I don't know how to learn from the lesson." Bao Xingshen agreed and walked into the living room and scolded his son, "When you were young, you were naughty and often crawled under the altar. When you touched Bao Gong, you seemed to be shaking and you were beaten up by your grandfather a lot. Now that you are old, have you forgotten this?"

"Haha, hehe!" Bao Longtu smiled awkwardly and said wisely: "I'll burn incense first."

In an instant, Bao Longtu drew three slender fragrances in the drawer next to the altar, and then lit them with a lighter to extinguish the fire. The incense head was dark red and smoke came out slightly.

"Bless our ancestors, bless us!" Bao Longtu bowed a few times, clumsyly inserted the incense into the small furnace, which was considered to have completed the ceremony.

However, this matter is not over yet. We have to wait until the three incense sticks are completely burned out, and only three remaining branches are left. With the smoke rising, Bao Longtu carefully carried Bao Gong's seat statue and the niche box under Fang Yuan's instructions.

The statue of Bao Gong is not small, about 30 centimeters high and is quite heavy. Bao Longtu has taken some effort to successfully transfer the things to the ground.

In addition, because no one has moved for too long, and the incense is offered day and night, a layer of ashes is naturally accumulated on the surface of the things and the east and the east. Bao Longtu hugged and placed it gently, and his hands were immediately covered with a layer of black, and obvious handprints were left on both sides of the niche box.

"Twelve-layered handprints." Bao Longtu raised his hand and laughed: "Who dares to provoke me? Slap him to death."

"Stop making trouble, look here." At this time, Fang Yuan stretched out his hand and signaled: "The edge of the niche box is a little cracked, and it may be disintegrating and breaking."

"Is it insect-eaten?" Bao Longtu was also a little worried: "I just touched it and found that the statue of the god and the niche box are made of wooden. Now there is a problem with the niche box. Is the statue of the god okay?"

"Don't worry, this is natural decay, not insect-eaten." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "Even if the niche box is gone, if even the statue of the god is decayed or is edified, then it is not a statue of the god."

"Why?" Bao Longtu was a little strange.

"If it were someone else, I would definitely tell him that this is because the statue of God has special power and can drive away insects and ants and protect themselves." Fang Yuan chuckled softly, "As for you, I won't talk nonsense. Do you think that insects and ants dare to come when they are burned with incense?"

"It seems to be too." Bao Longtu suddenly realized.

"Of course, everything cannot be generalized. The key is the quality of the statue itself." Fang Yuan changed his speech: "The quality of the statue itself is good, and under the incense, it can naturally condense a strong aura. In this way, insects and ants will definitely not dare to invade. If the quality of the statue is not good, they will probably not be able to withstand the incense burning and expand and shatter in the heat."

"It makes sense." Bao Longtu agreed very much, and then asked quickly: "Then what do you think of the quality of this Bao Gong statue in my house?"

"It should be very good." Fang Yuan looked left and right and pondered: "But there was a layer of ashes on the surface, and there was no specific situation. Why should I clean it up for it?"

"It's good." Bao Longtu would definitely not object, and then at Fang Yuan's instructions, he hurriedly went to get a basin of clean water and a few clean towels.

At this time, Fang Yuan soaked the towel in water. When the towel was soaked, wring it out. Then he kneaded one corner of the towel into a ball of eggs. Then he moved gently, but quickly wiped it through Bao Gongsi's eyes.

After brushing it a few times, Bao Gongsi's eyes lit up, as if a person with high myopia suddenly recovered his normal vision, his eyes were bright and bright, and his spirit was flying.

At first glance, Bao Xing and Bao Longtu were also a little surprised and continued to pay attention to Fang Yuan's movements. After both eyes, the nose is the corners of the mouth and cheeks. Anyway, wipe the facial features first, and then wipe the dust from head to toe bit by bit.

It was not long since the towel in Fang Yuan's hand had turned gray and black. Next, he changed a towel and wrung it dry in wet water. Then he wiped the purse again. After wiping it three times in a row, he finally changed a dry towel to wipe away the water stains of the purse.

For a moment, Bao Gong seemed to be completely renewed, and Bao Gong seemed to be alive, and his whole body exuded a righteous and righteous aura, which made people admire him.

However, this is not the point. The point is the material of Bao Gong’s statue. The Bao Gong’s statue was covered with dust just now, and it was a dark pearl. Now that the dust has gone, Bao Gong’s statue has finally restored its original appearance.

In an instant, Bao Longtu's eyes widened, his eyes seemed to be about to stand out, his expression seemed to be happy and surprised, and even a little unbelievable: "Maozi, am I dreaming, aren't I?"

"Yes, you're dreaming, don't wake up." Fang Yuan smiled, his fingers brushed over the dark statue, and there seemed to be stars in his fingertips. At this time, he felt a little emotional in his heart. He never expected that this statue of Bao Gong was...
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