C246 Water Is the Symbol of Wealth

Seeing Ning Peng's anxious look, ZhenYangzi Zi smiled slightly and looked at the huge vent. After a while, he said coldly, "CEO Ning, the root of the problem is that we have found it. Don't be anxious. Let me think about it again. "

When he said this, he had already thought of a plan to make Ning Peng submit to him. However, he felt that the time was not ripe yet and it was not convenient to say it now. He had to wait a little longer.

Ning Kuan's tomb was situated in the middle of a concave land. Although it was winter now, and the flowers and trees had withered and withered long ago, by relying on his unique ability that was different from ordinary people, Zhenzi Yangzi could faintly feel a trace of life.

Of course, even though there was still a certain gap from an excellent Feng Shui treasure ground, around Daan County, with Zhenyang Zi's many years of experience, this place could be considered a very ideal treasure ground.

According to Huang Weidong, Ning Kuan had committed a lifetime of evil deeds. After his death, because he did not have money, and also because he was in that very special era, he could only very carelessly bury it.

However, no one expected that he would be buried in a rare treasure land. It was no wonder that Ning Peng had been doing well all these years. It turned out that his father's tomb was chosen very well.

Not long after Wu Dang Mountain arrived at the White Cloud Temple of Mount Wu Lan, he encountered a matter of moving his mother's grave. It was a big boss with a huge belly, called Liang Fu Nian.

Perhaps it was to test the cultivation technique of ZhenYangzi Zi, or perhaps it was for some other purpose, the head of the White Cloud Temple, Daoist Priest Jing Yue, passed this matter to ZhenYangzi Zi without any worries, and asked him to take full responsibility for it.

According to Liang Funian, twenty years ago, when the property had just been contracted, his mother had gotten a very strange illness, and she had failed to seek treatment from all sides, and she had passed away very quickly.

Because his mother was only in her thirties. She was very young, and she had to blame herself for dying of illness. She was seen as being unclean. According to what Mister Yin Yang said, such people could not enter the Liang family's ancestral burial ground. They could only choose another graveyard to bury.

Thus, his father listened to Mister Yin Yang's words and buried his mother in a very remote ravine. That place was very far from the village, and there were few people there. It was also very quiet.

During these past few years, Liang Fu Nian had made a huge fortune in business. He wanted to move his mother's grave to a place with good Feng Shui. He thought that when his mother lived, she had never enjoyed a day of good fortune. After dying for such a long time, she could no longer suffer.

Therefore, under Liang Funian's lead, ZhenYangzi followed him to the ravine where his mother was buried. Unexpectedly, it was fine if he didn't look. He was truly given a huge fright when he saw it.

The geomancy here was extremely exuberant. The entire mountain shaped earth vein looked like a great roc that had spread its wings and soared into the sky from afar, and Liang Funian's mother was buried on the left wing of the great roc.

When one entered water, one would become a Kun, and when one left water, one would become a Peng. The Kun Peng spread its wings and soared into the sky. Zhenyang Zi secretly sighed with admiration, and then he said with a clear voice, "Mister Liang, your mother's tomb is currently on the left wing of the great Peng. The great Peng will spread its wings, and the Peng will travel for tens of thousands of miles. Your future is limitless. "

When he was cultivating at Wudang Mountain, under the guidance of his master, ZhenYangzi Zi had once put in a lot of hard work and studied the 'Unfettered Journey' of the Manor very seriously. He had a very clear impression of the Grand Roc.

There was a fish in the Northern Ocean, and its name was Kun. The size of a Kun. It was unknown how many thousands of kilometers it was. It turned into a bird, and its name was Peng. The back of Peng. He didn't know if it was thousands of miles away. It flew in anger. Its wings were like a cloud hanging down from the sky. The water struck three thousand miles, and the wind swept up ninety thousand miles. It cut off the clouds, carried the blue sky, and then Tu Nan.

Seeing that Zhenzi Yangzi's serious words were very mysterious, Liang Funian did not quite believe it. He secretly thought that this young Taoist was trying to deceive him, and he stubbornly insisted on moving his mother's grave.

However, he never expected that after digging up his mother's grave, he would see a clear and translucent underground water gurgling out from a crack in the rock that was two to three meters away from the coffin, and it was even slightly suffused with a trace of blue light.

Even though Liang Fu Nian didn't know much about geomancy and geomancy, the traditional saying that water symbolized wealth had been passed down for thousands of years. He was very clear and approved of it.

With a smug look on his face, Zheng Yangzi pointed at the clear stream and said loudly, "Those who see water will make a fortune. Those who see water will make a fortune. Those who watch water will make a fortune. Those who love water will make a fortune. Those who enter water will make a fortune. " Then, he deliberately asked, "Boss Liang, are you moving the graves now?"

Seeing this scene and being extremely shocked, Liang Funian immediately understood. His mother's grave was indeed like what ZhenYangzi Yangzi had said, right on the wings of the Grand Roc. Such a superb and precious place of fortune must not be tossed about randomly again.

Therefore, with a very agitated heart, he followed ZhenYangzi Yangzi's instructions closely and repaired his mother's tomb once more. He even specially instructed his son, who had come with him, to. . . In the future, he and his descendants would all be buried here.

Just like that, through this matter, the name of Zhenzi Yangzi gradually spread out. The number of people who asked him to look at Feng Shui increased day by day, and he was even appreciated by the Sect Chief, Daoist Master Jing Yue. His status in the White Cloud Temple had also increased by quite a lot.

Of course, this was an old matter from many years ago. The current Zhenyang Zi was no longer the nameless little Daoist who had a very low status back then. He was the new Sect Master of Baiyun Temple, whose name shook the world. The Yin Yang Feng Shui people on both sides of the Yellow River.

At this moment, standing in front of his father's grave, facing the mountain breeze, Ning Peng did not dare to urge him anymore when he saw his father's expression. He just repeatedly said, "I hope that Elder Daoist can come up with an excellent method to completely cure my father's grave illness. "

Although his words were watertight and the compliments contained understanding and great expectations, Ning Peng also muttered in his heart. Could it be that this Zhenyang Zi wanted to take someone down in a short period of time? Or, what other meaning did he have?

Even though Ning Peng did not really believe in ghosts and gods, he did not reject all of this either. This puzzle had been lingering in his mind ever since he returned from his father's grave. It made him feel uneasy.

It was not until one afternoon a week later, when he sat in the Black Orchid Tea Garden and drank the best tea that ZhenYangzi Zi personally said, that Ning Peng realized that the method was actually very simple and even a little ridiculous.

ZhenYangzi Zi told Ning Peng very mysteriously that he had to use the soil to cover up the black hole on his father's grave. At the same time, he also had to build a wall that was two meters tall and five meters wide between the black hole and the air vent ten meters away from the grave, which was also between the black hole and the air vent. Only in this way could he prevent the leakage of Feng Shui.

Of course, this was only a curative measure. If he wanted to cure the root of the problem, completely root out the illness on his father's grave, let the Ning family live a healthy and peaceful life, and even become a high-ranking official and make a fortune, Ning Peng still had to do a good deed according to his guidance.

Speaking up to this point, ZhenYangzi Zi stared at Ning Peng closely, and his face revealed a trace of a very strange and unfathomable expression. After a long time, he asked with a smile: "Chairman Ning, I wonder if you're willing to do this kind of good deed?"

Actually, at this point, with Ning Peng's intelligence and abundant experience in the Jianghu, he had long understood the meaning behind it. He could not help but laugh coldly in his heart.

However, he still had an ignorant look on his face, and his gaze was also fixed on ZhenYangzi Zi. After a moment, he asked in a soft voice, "May I know what the long story of kindness is?"

"CEO Ning, I don't know if you really don't understand, or if you are deliberately asking me. " Zhen Yangzi sighed slightly and said straightforwardly, "Then I'll explain it clearly. Can you recommend Zhou Boyi to be the president of Hucheng Group?"

When he said this, he was very nervous. He stared at Zhou Boyi and waited for an answer. He said a thousand words and ten thousand words to treat the illness on Ning Kuan's grave. In the end, it was to make Ning Peng agree to his request.

"I looked at your and Zhou Boyi's birth dates and calculated them a few more times. They are very compatible. In other words, Zhou Boyi was your lucky star. A lucky star like this can only be found by chance.

Seeing that Ning Peng only cared about drinking tea and not saying anything, ZhenYangzi Zi continued to speak frankly and frankly," Only by helping Zhou Boyi become the president of Huaxu City Corporation, you, including the Ning family, would you be able to soar to greatness. "

After listening to Zhenyang Zi's speech, Ning Peng finally came to a realization. That day, before they parted ways, Zhenyang Yangzi asked about his birth date and eight characters. He said that he wanted to calculate the auspicious day of Ning Kuan's tomb based on this. He also said that it was very important.

So, the reason why this old Daoist Oxnose wanted my birth date was because of this place. Ning Peng laughed coldly in his heart. He thought to himself, 'Now, Zhenyang Zi is threatening me by using this to treat my father's grave. Should I answer or not?'

Seeing Ning Peng's troubled look, ZhenYangzi Zi also understood the other party's difficulties. He only smiled slightly and did not continue to press on. Instead, he picked up the teacup and drank the tea happily.

The tea in the Black Orchid Tea Garden was far inferior compared to the Lushan Cloudmist Tea that he had personally brewed, be it in terms of color, fragrance, or taste. Of course, as someone who had been in the pugilistic world for a long time, Zhenyang Zi still drank it very sweetly.

Just like that, the two of them sat opposite each other and drank the hot tea. For a moment, neither of them said anything. The house was quiet, and there was even a slight sense of oppression. Only the teapot on the stove made a series of happy sounds.

It was not until he finished drinking a cup of tea that Ning Peng smiled faintly and stared at the other party. After a moment, he said, "Elder Taoist, let me think about it," and ended the conversation naturally.

That night, Ning Peng received a message. When he saw that it was Fan Wenbin who sent it, he was immediately shocked in his heart. His mental illness had recovered?

The content of the message was very simple, with only one sentence. This was to ask Ning Peng to make a time. Tomorrow, he must make a trip to the Mental Energy Rehabilitation Center in Xijing City. There was an urgent matter to discuss.

What urgent matters could there be? Ning Peng thought about it for a while but still could not come up with an idea. In the end, he made up his mind and thought, Who cares if his father or mother is married? It is a blessing or a disaster. It can't be avoided if it is a disaster. In any case, if it came, it would come sooner or later.

The next day, early in the morning, Ning Peng hurriedly drove straight to Xijing City. When he arrived at the mental health center, it was already past ten o'clock in the morning. A group of people surrounded the entrance, all of them carrying big and small bags. With one look, he knew that they were here to visit the patient.

According to the old man's instructions, Ning Peng immediately called Shi Xiaoqing, saying that he had come to see Fan Wenbin. Shi Xiaoqing was his classmate from different classes at the same level as him in high school. He had already figured out the background.

On the phone, Shi Xiaoqing said a few very friendly words and let the old man at the door let Ning Peng in. When the others saw that Ning Peng came late, they were the first to walk in smoothly, and they all began to discuss with dissatisfaction.

In the office, as soon as the two of them met, Shi Xiaoqing held each other's hand tightly. She opened her mouth wide and asked with a bright smile: "Ning Peng, you are a famous person in Da An No. 1 High School. Do you still recognize me?"

"Why don't you recognize me?" Ning Peng also laughed out loud and asked a question in return. Then, he said a few words that made people feel very comfortable, "Shi Xiaoqing, you're a good student of our first class famous student. All the teachers and students like you very much. "

The two of them laughed and talked for a while, then very naturally talked about Fan Wenbin's condition. Shi Xiaoqing's expression was very serious, and she told Ning Peng in all seriousness that Fan Wenbin's illness was sometimes good and sometimes bad, but what was worth rejoicing about was that it was not as serious as some patients.

Seeing Shi Xiaoqing speak like this, Ning Peng's heart immediately sank, and he could not help but secretly ponder. As expected, Fan Wenbin had a mental illness. Then he sent a text to let him meet, and did not know what urgent matter he had to tell him.