Although there were some twists and turns on the way to Taojia Village to check the feng shui, it could still be considered smooth.
In other words, it was almost several hours later than the agreed time, and it was already noon, so I probably wouldn't be able to have lunch.
Uncle Jiu walked in front and Russell followed beside him. They had a clear view of the feng shui just now and probably had some plan in mind.
Taojia Village can be considered a good place.
Taojia Village is surrounded by mountains on all sides, with a golden plate offering auspiciousness on the left, a waterside pavilion and insect hall on the right, a magnificent court and crane building in front, and Jingshan Jade behind. It is a perfect symbol of prosperity, and the village should be blessed with safe and healthy livestock and abundant talents.
There is no problem in the overall Feng Shui.
As soon as I walked into Taojia Village, I saw a white-haired old man sitting at the entrance of the village from afar. He must have been waiting for a long time.
As if he saw Uncle Jiu coming, the white-haired old man hurriedly stood up and staggered towards Uncle Jiu.
Uncle Jiu took a quick step and said, "Mr. Tao, why are you doing this? Your body can't handle it."
A few days ago, the old man surnamed Tao sent his son to the charity cemetery to look for Uncle Jiu, as if something had gone wrong at home.
There was an old man with a discerning eye in the village who concluded that it was a feng shui problem. He had seen it when he was very young.
He understood, but not completely, and naturally could not come up with any solution.
Mr. Tao was also a cultured man, and could be considered half a scholar. He studied books for half his life, but due to the war, he had to return to his hometown and become a teacher.
Although I don’t understand any profound principles, I know one thing very well.
That is, every profession has its own specialization.
When there was a Feng Shui problem at home, he naturally sought help from a professional. He did not trust anyone else, but he had heard of the name of Taoist Priest Lin Jiu.
"Master Lin, I!" Mr. Tao tightly grasped Uncle Jiu's arm, his voice choked, tears almost flowing down his face.
"well!"
He sighed, without saying anything, wiped his tears with his sleeve, and pulled Uncle Jiu inside.
Although Mr. Tao was anxious, he was still an outsider, and outsiders were far away from the experts. He had to wait for Uncle Jiu to review all the issues personally before he could make any final decisions.
No matter how much he said or how anxiously he spoke, it was just a waste of time.
Russell followed behind, looking at Taojia Village curiously, feeling an indescribable weirdness in his heart.
Wencai and Qiu Sheng followed quietly behind. After being threatened by the chimpanzee just now, they have become much more obedient.
Maybe after Uncle Jiu looks at the Feng Shui today, the two of them won't hold us back. This is Uncle Jiu's last request.
"Crackle, crackle."
Before I walked far, the sound of firecrackers came from a distance. Looking up, I saw a newly built house.
A group of people shouted and came out, carrying a long, thin object covered with red cloth on their shoulders.
Seeing Uncle Jiu staring at that family, Mr. Tao said casually, "That family used to be my student. They worked hard in the provincial capital for many years and saved some money."
"Alas, houses in the provincial capital are too expensive. We country folk cannot afford it. So I, as a student, used the money I saved to hire some people to cut down some trees on the mountain and build a new house."
Mr. Tao sighed and said, "He relies on this house to find a wife. Without a house, matchmakers won't even step foot on his door."
He pointed his finger at the long object wrapped in red cloth that the men were carrying on their shoulders. "Today is a good day, and we chose today to raise the beam."
Put up the beam
Russell looked at it curiously. What was this thing
Being a thief on the beam
"Originally I was going to go today, but, alas!" Mr. Tao didn't know what he was thinking about, and couldn't help wiping the corners of his eyes with his sleeves.
Uncle Jiu nodded, took a few steps forward, and then stopped.
He turned his head to look at the house and frowned slightly, "The feng shui of this house is not good. It is a haunted house and no one can live in it!"
Before Mr. Tao could reply, a stern shout was heard.
"You farted!"
Russell was stunned and blinked suddenly. It was the first time he saw someone who dared to say that to his master.
He turned his head immediately, wanting to see who this powerful general was and why he was so ferocious.
A middle-aged man in a robe was looking at them with an unhappy expression, holding a brand new mahogany ladder in his hand.
Uncle Jiu's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly understood. He cupped his hands and said apologetically, "I said the wrong thing just now. I was just talking nonsense."
As the saying goes, don't hit someone who smiles at you.
The middle-aged man was still angry and glared at Uncle Jiu fiercely, "If you don't understand something, don't talk nonsense outside. Who do you think you are? Do you think you are Uncle Jiu?"
"uh-huh!"
The middle-aged man flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly. When he saw Mr. Tao, his attitude changed 180 degrees and his face was full of flattering expression.
"Teacher, why did you come out?"
After saying that, he slapped his forehead again and said, "Today is the auspicious day for my new house to be built. Teacher, why don't you come and bring good luck? Maybe it will be of some help to your family."
"snort!"
Mr. Tao had a cold face, waved his sleeves like the middle-aged man just now, and said with a fake smile, "Oh, really? I don't have a student like you."
The middle-aged man was stunned and opened his mouth for a long time without saying anything. He knew Mr. Tao. Mr. Tao was usually very kind, and this gesture showed that he was angry.
What did I do wrong
Mr. Tao ignored him, stretched out his left hand slightly, and pointed in a direction, "Master Lin, please come in!"
Uncle Jiu nodded, turned his head to look at the new house again, shook his head, and then walked forward.
The middle-aged man blinked stupidly, "Master Lin? Which Master Lin?"
Russell curled his lips, ignored him, and followed Uncle Jiu. Judging from the middle-aged man's reaction just now, it was most likely that he was the owner of the new house.
It's really sad that you can't tell the difference between good words and bad words.
However, Russell also understood a little. After all, the new house was the result of the middle-aged man's life-long hard work. It was natural for him to feel indignant when he heard someone say bad things about it.
Understanding is one thing, but Uncle Jiu is his master. If he says that about Uncle Jiu, don't expect Russell to be nice to him.
"Which Taoist Priest Lin?"
Qiu Sheng mocked from behind. In his heart, Uncle Jiu was almost as important as his father. This middle-aged man almost pointed at Uncle Jiu's nose and cursed him. How could he not be angry
"Of course it's the most powerful Taoist priest in China, the famous one in Renjia Town, Taoist Priest Lin Jiulin!"
Qiu Sheng hummed and left. Wencai followed suit, hummed too, and followed with his luggage.
Only the middle-aged man was left standing there, with a changing expression on his face. How could he not have heard of Uncle Jiu's name
The middle-aged man looked at his new house, then thought about the look in Uncle Jiu's eyes when he left, and suddenly hesitated.
Is there something wrong with my house
No, no, it shouldn't.
Uncle Jiu is not a god, he can make mistakes sometimes!!