Li Fu was very flattering to Qi Yan along the way, although Qi Yan's attitude towards him seemed a little indifferent, it couldn't dampen his enthusiasm.
After sending Qi Yan home, if it wasn't too late and worried about the family members who were still in the hospital, Li Fu might have the cheek to stay and get close to Qi Yan. Yang Gang, who was with him, was not much better, but he had dealt with Master Qi several times and knew that this master was indifferent and didn't like to talk too much nonsense with others, so he had to leave with Li Fu in the end. .
After the two respectfully said goodbye to Master Qi, they walked out of the community and realized that their whole body was tense, and they had hardly recovered from the nervousness just now.
"Old Yang, you used to say that this Master Qi has the ability, that's really a humble statement." Li Fu looked at Yang Gang with a solemn expression beside him, "This is no ability, it's simply against the sky."
"I'm still covered in this meeting," Li Fucai realized that he had underestimated Master Qi's ability after experiencing today's incident, "Master Qi is so young, so he has such ability. Before he is famous, let us Seize the opportunity to hug the thigh, and after a while, even if we want to hug the thigh, it will not be our turn to line up."
They are businessmen, even if they don't believe in gods, they will still be in awe, and it is better to be fearful than offended. Like them, they are not bad. How many rich people spend a lot of money in order to grab the first high incense stick in the new year, and how many rich people spend a lot of money on temples or Taoist temples in order to have a good relationship with famous masters.
It is really rare in the world of Feng Shui masters in the imperial capital to fight alone like Master Qi, without a studio or fellow masters.
When Qi Yan sent Li Fu and Yang Gang away, he lay lazily on the bed. He hadn't spent so much spiritual energy in a long time, and he needed a good night's sleep to make up for it.
He thought he was tired and would definitely sleep until dawn, but in the middle of the night, he dreamed of the old man.
The old man beat him on the head with a worn-out feather duster, and scolded: "Sleep, sleep, and sleep, and money has fallen from the sky, so don't pick it up."
"Snapped!"
Qi Yan fell off the bed, he touched the head of the bed, it was 11:58 in the morning, he turned his head to look out the window, the moonlight outside was unbelievably bright, he couldn't help getting up and opening the floor-to-ceiling window, Went to the balcony.
Looking up at the sky, the beautiful moon hangs in the sky, and the soft moonlight spreads all over the earth, which is very cool and soft.
A gust of breeze blew, the clouds in the sky spread out, and the moon was flourishing.
These golden awns are like the most beautiful golden threads in the world, falling on the ground, some are absorbed by the vegetation, some disappear without a trace, and some disappear before they fall on the ground.
Qi Yan stared blankly at this magnificent scene, and before he had time to react, the golden threads flying around frantically rushed towards him, as if there was something special about him that attracted them.
As countless golden threads poured into his body, Qi Yan felt inexplicably comfortable all over his body.
But this feeling was only for a moment, he quickly reacted, and sat on the spot, no matter how cold the ground was, he directly began to call out the spiritual power in his body, and borrowed these golden threads to practice the master technique.
If he guessed correctly, these golden threads are rumored to be the rare emperor Liujiao in sixty years, the spirit of the moonlight, something that can bring the essence of life to plants and trees.
He has never heard that this kind of thing has an effect on human beings, how do these golden threads rush towards him
But no matter what the reason is, it's only good for him, not bad. How could Qi Yan miss such a good opportunity.
The golden threads formed by Yuehua's essence are still surging towards Qi Yan, and Qi Yan's whole body is wrapped in a golden light, and he is simply loved by God.
When Qi Yan finished his practice, it was already after five or six in the morning, the moon in the sky had long since disappeared, and there was a faint light of dawn in the east of the sky.
He stood up from the ground, shook his arms and legs, and sat outside all night. He didn't feel sore or sleepy, but felt refreshed all over his body, like a massage.
In fact, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he noticed that his spiritual energy was skyrocketing, and it seemed that he had practiced for more than ten or twenty years overnight.
No wonder the old man wanted to wake him up in the dream. It turned out that money had really fallen from the sky, and this money was more valuable than gold ingots.
He had forgotten that today was the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, the Chinese New Year.
The fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar is the day when the Chinese people worship their ancestors. Of course, there is another way of saying that this day is the only day when the gates of the ghosts are wide open and all ghosts can wander in the world.
So every day, many people come to sparsely populated places to burn paper money for the ancestors who passed away, lest they have enough money and be bullied by other ghosts.
The beliefs of Chinese people are very vague. Many people worship Buddhas and immortals. They never care whether these immortals belong to a sect. didn't think much about it.
However, many Chinese people also have a characteristic. They maintain a reverence and worship mentality for their ancestors deep in their hearts. Therefore, whether it is Qingming Festival, Zhongyuan Festival, or other important festivals, many people will not forget to pay homage to their ancestors, even in their ancestors. On their death or birthday, they will also go to the incense stick and send a bouquet of flowers.
In Qi Yan's view, this is also the lovely thing about Chinese people, because they cherish the moment, but also appreciate the feelings their elders once gave them. Perhaps it is precisely because of this feeling and persistence in the heart that the excellent culture of this nation for five thousand years has not been cut off, and it will even continue to spread.
Qi Yan went out and bought some of the old man's favorite food, and placed them in front of the master's spiritual seat. After paying homage three times and nine kowtows, he picked one of the biggest and reddest apples from the tribute plate, wiped them, and sat down. Eat on the futon.
"Old man, the fruit I bought for you today is the best and most expensive. I'm filial, my apprentice," Qi Yan looked up at the ice-cold spiritual position, "The property in this community is not allowed to burn paper money, so I can only give you more. A few sticks of incense. The incense is made by me, and it is definitely better than the incense from outside."
Speaking of which, Qi Yan finished eating the apples, went to the kitchen to wash his hands, and solemnly gave the master a few sticks of incense.
"Alas, people die like lights go out. I'll give you fresh tributes every day, but you can't eat them. It's a pity." Qi Yan looked at the wooden sign with a smile, revealing the small dimples on his cheeks, "When I was a child, You also said that when I grow up, you want to take you to the big hotel for dinner every day, you say that you can’t figure it out, and you don’t work hard for a few more years, or you can let me take you to the big hotel every day.”
It's a pity that the only answer to him was the blue smoke rising up, and the picture above the spiritual seat that always kept a smile but couldn't speak.
Perhaps he ate the apple on an empty stomach, and Qi Yan felt that his throat was a little sore. He blinked at the old man in the photo, turned and walked out of the room.
"Boss," Liang Feng walked over to Cen Baihe and whispered to him, "I heard a gossip just now that Master Qi seems to have solved the problem of Hongliang Mountain."
"Hongliang Mountain?" Cen Baihe was stunned for a moment. He was not familiar with the name at all, because this area was almost a place that many people could not move by default. He didn't expect that someone would actually move this piece of land, and Qi Yan was also involved.
"It's not that there are rumors that there are dragon veins hidden in this ground. Whether it's true or not, someone dares to move this piece of land, and it's heart-warming," Liang Feng said and shook his head, "I heard that this boss has hired several people and he can't handle it. , it was Master Qi who took action to calm down. Now many people are checking the identity of Master Qi, maybe it will not be long before Master Qi will become one of the famous masters in the circle. "
"Qian Qian is different from other masters," Cen Baihe signed his name on a document, "there is nothing to compare it with."
"Of course it's different, Master Qi is younger," Liang Feng didn't revolve around this topic, "Some employees left a message on the company forum, saying that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, can you not work overtime."
"A lot of people usually work overtime?" Cen Baihe asked rhetorically, "I thought our company's benefits were very good."
Liang Feng smiled dryly and didn't answer. In fact, their company's welfare is really good in the industry, but no company is immune to overtime, unless the company's situation is not very good, and the employees have nothing to do .
As he was talking, Cen Baihe's cell phone rang, and when he saw the caller ID, his expression softened unconsciously.
"Qianqian," Cen Baihe put down the pen in his hand, got up and walked to the window, with a smile on the corner of his eyes, "Okay, I'll come to you later."
After hanging up the phone, Cen Baihe turned his head and said to Liang Feng, "Notify me that all employees don't have to work overtime tonight, let them go home early." After finishing speaking, he turned off the computer, "I'll go first."
Liang Feng looked at the back of the boss hurriedly leaving. He shrugged his shoulders recently, who had become accustomed to this situation. He lowered his head and sent the good news to the personnel department with his mobile phone.
So soon there were employees on Weibo showing off their company's benefits, saying that the boss was worried that they would be afraid to go home, and specifically emphasized that they should go home early and not allow them to work overtime. Of course, the key point is how much the boss cares about them and how handsome the boss is.
This Weibo has aroused the envy, jealousy and hatred of countless netizens, and some even went to check which company the employee belongs to.
When they found out who the boss of this company was, the people who knew the inside story fell silent. This was Fifth Master Cen, who countless people couldn't afford to offend.
Curious netizens don't understand why these insiders are so secretive, and they haven't gotten any useful information from these people. However, there are too many interesting news on the Internet. They turned their heads and forgot about it, and those who knew it did not dare to talk nonsense, and soon this little splash disappeared without a trace.
Sitting in the spacious and comfortable car, Qi Yan said to Cen Baihe, "Put out your hand, and I will give you something good."
Cen Baihe stretched out his hand and asked, "Can I see this good thing?" Qian Qian asked him to extend his hand twice, and each time he said he would give him something, but every time he didn't know what Qian Qian gave him . But every time he stretched out his hand, his body would be much better, which made him wonder if the money really gave him something very precious.
"Do you want to see it?" Qi Yan looked up at Cen Baihe, and seeing that the other party really wanted to see it, he reached out and nodded on his forehead.
At this moment, Qi Yan's hand was placed on Cen Baihe's palm.
Cen Baihe saw that gold threads suddenly appeared in Qi Yan's palm, and after these golden threads were wrapped around his hand a few times, they disappeared into his palm.
"What is this?" After Cen Baihe waited for Qi Yan to withdraw his hand, he shook his empty hand, clearly feeling a lot easier on himself.
"A once-in-a-60-year good thing," Qi Yan guessed right, although ordinary people can't absorb Emperor Liujiao, but he can send Emperor Liujiao into other people's bodies, "I saved it for you on purpose. of."
Seeing the boss talking to Master Qi seriously, the bodyguard felt that his three views were a little broken.
"Thank you." Cen Baihe smiled, with obvious joy in his voice, "You just said to take me to a place, do you want to leave now?"
"Go now," Qi Yan glanced at the time, "Go early and return early."
"Where is the location?"
"Hongliang Mountain."
The villagers of Hongliang Village have been very disappointed recently, because they heard that the tourism development project will be put on hold, which makes it difficult for them who thought they would make a small sum of money. However, after hearing that the developers would not continue to develop the mountain, they would still pay the contracting fee for 20 years, they suddenly became happy again. How to think how cost-effective.
When Qi Yan appeared at the foot of the mountain with Cen Baihe and two bodyguards, he found that the aura here was much warmer. He pointed to the mountainside and said to Cen Baihe, "Let's go there."
The bodyguard glanced at the boss hesitantly. There are few people in the mountains, and the boss's status is extraordinary. In case...
"Okay, you two are waiting for me at the foot of the mountain." Cen Baihe followed Qi Yan and set foot on the mountain trail. Hearing the birdsong here, he took a deep breath, "The air here is good."
"It's not that the air is good here, it's that there is plenty of aura and anger here," Qi Yan continued to go up, but he deliberately cooperated with Cen Baihe's not too healthy body, and the speed of climbing the mountain was very slow, "Stay here for a while, yes You are in good health."
Hearing this, Cen Baihe's heart suddenly softened as if he had soaked in a hot spring.
No Shanling was angry today, and they went all the way very smoothly. Qi Yan walked to the lame table that he used yesterday, took out an incense and lit it: "Qi Yan is visiting again, please see God."
As the breeze blew, Cen Baihe, who had opened his eyes to Qi Yan, saw that a lot of green light spots suddenly appeared around him. These green light spots traveled through the woods, reminding him of the earth where all things recovered after the spring rain, full of vitality and hope.
"Thank you God." Qi Yan turned his head to look at Cen Bohe beside him, "I don't want anything, just ask God to give him a chance."
The green light spots flew even more fiercely. Cen Baihe saw them surrounding Qi Yan, as if they were talking to him, and they seemed to be attached to him. At this moment, Qi Yan's body was full of golden light, and these crazy flying green dots quieted down.
After about a few minutes, it seemed like a long time, Cen Baihe saw the green dots flying away again, and Qi Yan bowed again towards the mountain.
"Thank God." Qi Yan opened his palm, and a green light appeared in his palm. Before Cen Baihe could react, he saw Qi Yan patted the light into his chest with his backhand.
"Money?" Cen Baihe looked around suspiciously, "What's going on?"
"This is a thank you gift from the mountain god," Qi Yan smiled as he looked at the green dots on his body, "I did him a favor yesterday, and he gave me a favor."
Everyone thought that he was helping Li Fu, but only he knew that he was helping the mountain god.
As the pollution becomes more and more serious, the mountain spirit has become weaker and weaker. If it weren't for the blessing of the dragon veins underground, he would have dissipated between heaven and earth.
Qi Yan asked Li Fu to set up a divine view yesterday, in order to increase human's belief in the mountain spirit, so that it can continue to stay in this place, guarding the creatures in the mountains and... the people at the foot of the mountain who no longer believe in his existence.
This mountain spirit still remembers that a long time ago, a child was lost in the mountains. After he deliberately led the child out of the mountain, the child's family came to the mountain to burn incense and bow down. The child he rescued often came to worship him. He still remembers that he let countless hungry humans and animals find food in him, and he was afraid that after his death, these animals and these humans would be left unprotected.
He misses the creatures on this land so much, how can Qi Yan have the heart to tell Shan Ling that the children he saved have already passed away or are dying; now that humans have mobile phones and positioning systems, adults can also I will no longer be willing to let children play alone, and I will never run out of food.
Shan Ling's emotions are simple, and it is almost his instinct to guard the creatures under its jurisdiction, so he is so angry when he finds that someone is going to invade this land.
"Let's go back." Qi Yan bowed to the top of the mountain, turned his head and smiled at Cen Baihe, "I want to eat Qianweiju's food."
"Okay." Cen Baihe's eyes have returned to normal, he can't see the flying green dots, nor the breath on Qi Yan's body. But blowing the mixed mountain wind and smelling the fragrance of the grass and trees, he felt that he might understand why Qian Qian wanted to intervene in this matter.
Because Qian Qian has a tender heart that no one else can understand.
The two of them didn't go down the mountain very fast. Cen Baihe looked at Qi Yan next to him and couldn't help asking, "Qian Qian, why do you want the mountain god to give me life?"
"Because you need it," Qi Yan stretched out his hand and touched the trunk of the big tree by the roadside, "My master, the old man, counted with me, and he said that I would live a hundred years."
Cen Baihe fell silent, just because he needed it, so gave it to him
He reached out and touched his heart, which was beating fast. It turned out that this was the feeling of being treated sincerely by a friend...
Seeing that Cen Baihe put his hand over his chest, Qi Yan thought he was unwell, and asked worriedly, "Is there something wrong?"
Looking at his concerned eyes, Cen Baihe slightly looked away, shook his head and said, "I'm fine."
Qian Qian's eyes are so beautiful, the black and white are clear and bright, making him want to take a few more glances, but also feel embarrassed to see more.
In order to change the subject, Cen Baihe touched the tips of his somewhat hot ears: "Your master must be a particularly remarkable master."
The image of an old man appeared in Qi Yan's mind. He was sloppy and sloppy. When the two were alone together, the old man was too lazy to move even a single finger, and the two of them, master and apprentice, often had conflicts over who to cook for.
Thinking about it this way, the old man doesn't seem to have much to do with "the extraordinary".
He nodded with a smile, and said to Cen Baihe, "Well, my master is the 22nd generation head of Tianyi Sect."
"Who is the head of the twenty-third generation?"
"I… "
Seeing Qi Yan holding his head high and his chest up, Cen Baihe smiled and said, "Your teacher's sect is so powerful that it has been passed down for so many years."
Qi Yan laughed dryly and didn't tell Cen Baihe that these were all dictated by his master, and he had never seen any information about the master's sect before the 22nd generation.
Given that the old man likes to brag about his criminal record, Qi Yan very much suspects that this is the old man's nonsense. He may not be the 23rd generation disciple of Tianyi Sect, but the second generation.
However, the bragging of his own master, the apprentice must continue to help him on his knees, who told him to be so filial and considerate.
shuh…
shuh…
When Qi Yan and Cen Baihe walked out of the mountain forest, the leaves were swaying and the refreshing wind was blowing. Qi Yan waved his hand behind him, "Goodbye."
The wind stopped quickly, Qi Yan tugged at the hair that was blown away by the wind, and continued to walk forward with a smile.
When he was about to get into the car, he saw a big truck pulling building materials over. After the car stopped, the driver bowed to the hill with a pious and awe-inspiring expression.
The author has something to say: Qian Qian: I am the 23rd generation head of the Tianyi faction.
Master: Because we sent you alone!