It turned out that this house in the old family was built by the unit raising funds. The colleague of Uncle Ma's unit who lived opposite his house, Ma Song also affectionately called him uncle, it seems that the private friendship between the two should be good.
Qi Yan recalled that when he was about to graduate, the boss once said in the dormitory that his father was promoted to the principal and even set a table at home.
"Qian Qian, what's the matter with you?" Wang Hang saw Qi Yan's expression and felt as if something had happened.
"When you were running for the principal, did your uncle from the opposite door participate in the election?" Qi Yan's face couldn't possibly get better. If that's the case, then the family's behavior of hanging bronze mirrors at the door is really no coincidence.
"Lao Luo, what happened to the old Ma family, there's only Komatsu left in the house, we can help if we can," the woman wiped the table, forgot to glance at the living room door, and sighed, "How's it going? Did this happen?"
Lao Luo listened in silence and did not speak.
"I don't think the feng shui master you invited last time said anything about good luck and wealth, but I didn't see good luck and wealth, but something happened to your long-time friend," the woman muttered while mopping the floor. "It's just that the words of these charlatans are not credible, and I don't know what's going on in your mind. After all, you are someone who has gone to college. How can you still have this kind of feudal superstition."
"Okay," the old horse interrupted the woman impatiently, "what are you nagging about all day, are you annoying?!"
Seeing that the husband and wife were about to quarrel, the knock on the door interrupted the atmosphere that was about to explode.
Lao Luo was always smiling outside, so he glared at his wife, turned around, and opened the door with a smile on his face.
When he opened the door, the first thing he saw was two strange young men. Behind them stood Ma Song, who had lost a lot of weight. He squeezed the doorknob tightly, "Pony, come in and sit, these two young friend?"
"Uncle Luo, they are my friends in the imperial capital. They are here to help me this time," Ma Song wanted to squeeze out a polite smile, but he pulled the corners of his mouth, and the smile didn't take shape after all.
Qi Yan's eyes swept to the wall directly opposite the Luo's gate, where there was a gossip mirror, but he said it was a gossip mirror, and it didn't look like an authentic gossip mirror, because the gossip pattern was wrong, and there was still a trace of it. Evil.
The three entered the door and sat down, and a middle-aged woman brought them tea and snacks, who seemed to be a very easy-going person.
"Auntie, the gossip mirror on the wall is really beautiful, it looks like an antique," Qi Yan is now acting like a rude young man, "Some time ago I had a friend accepting this kind of thing, and I heard it was worth more than six figures. Woolen cloth."
"Hey, what's the value of this broken copper and iron," Auntie brought another fruit bowl and put it in front of Qi Yan, "Don't say six figures, I don't think there are four figures."
Qi Yan scratched his head and smiled, looking a little embarrassed: "Really, I just watched a friend receive such a similar one, and he spent a full two hundred thousand." He stretched out two fingers, his face gleaming, as if for I feel proud to know such a rich man, "I thought this one in my aunt's family was so valuable."
Lao Luo frowned and felt a little uncomfortable. Where did this friend Ma Song know from, he started bragging after a few words after entering the door, and he boasted with a gossip mirror worth 200,000 yuan
If he wanted to say two million twenty million or something, he would endure it. What is there worth mentioning in two hundred thousand
Auntie also thinks that this young man is a little rude, but older people can always be a little more tolerant towards young people: "Now these people who play collectibles, it is hard to understand whether they are true or false, and the price is different. The important thing is that you like it.”
"Yeah." Qi Yan took a sip from the teacup, glanced at Uncle Luo's house, and felt a chill in his heart.
This is actually a gathering of qi to go to the evil formation, it is not a big deal at first, as long as the evil spirit is sent out. However, there were two gossip bronze mirrors, one large and one small, placed outside the door of the house, which became the formation of gathering Qi and sending the evil spirits, and the evil spirits were also sent to the opposite door.
Not many people use this technique anymore, but twenty years ago, there were some carpenters in the southwest who had inherited the technique of the ancestors and understood this. At that time, it was still popular for every household to buy furniture, instead of buying it directly from the home furnishing store as it is now, so no matter which one hired craftsmen, they would treat them politely, even if these craftsmen were doing tricks in places they could not see, Annoying their house.
Now this method of gathering Qi and removing evil spirits is also a common way of praying for a new home and prosperity in the past, but everyone knows what to avoid, and there is nothing wrong with it. But no matter how good the method is, if it falls into the hands of someone with a heart, it will become a harmful method. For example, the decoration in Uncle Luo's house was originally very good, but there were two more gossip bronze mirrors, and they still carried The evil gossip mirror is simply full of malice.
Qi Yan stood up and walked to the gossip bronze mirror. After reaching out to touch it, he looked at Auntie embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, Auntie, can I look at this?"
"Look… "
"This little friend," Lao Luo said with an ugly face, "I brought this bronze mirror back from the antique store, please be careful."
"I'm sorry," Qi Yan smiled at Lao Luo, didn't touch the mirror again, and sat back obediently.
Seeing Qi Yan sitting back to his original position, Lao Luo looked much better, turned his head to Ma Song and said, "Xiao Ma, this friend of yours is quite casual."
Ma Song just pretended he didn't understand and turned to talk about something else. The original friendship between the two families was also the relationship between Ma Song's parents and Lao Luo. Now that Ma Song's parents have passed away, there is nothing else to talk about between Ma Song and Lao Luo, except for the dialogue between the elders and the younger generation.
Everyone sat together for a while, then got up and said goodbye. After the door of Luo's house was closed, Wang Hang glanced at the mirror hanging at the door of Luo's house and wanted to reach out to touch it, but Qi Yan grabbed his wrist.
"Don't touch these things indiscriminately." Qi Yan glared at Wang Hang, really ignorant and fearless, this thing has a suffocating aura, if Wang Hang touches it for nothing, he will not lie in the hospital for a few days, unless he also Like Bai He, the whole body is covered with purple energy, and no evil is invading.
Thinking of Cen Baihe, Qi Yan suddenly felt strange in his heart. He shook his head and threw the strange feeling out of his mind.
"Fourth, is there something wrong?" Ma Song was not a fool. Seeing Qi Yan's strange attitude today, he felt that something happened in the Luo family that he didn't know about.
Qi Yan didn't know if he should tell the boss about this. With what he knew about the boss, if the boss knew the truth, he would definitely break into Luo's house and do something he shouldn't have done. Again felt inappropriate.
These thoughts only swirled in Qi Yan's mind for a second. He shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's just those people who don't understand Feng Shui. It's better not to touch them." After speaking, he reached out and touched the surface. The Eight Trigrams Mirror has also put it in a correct position.
Ma Song hasn't had a good rest in recent days, so he didn't have the energy to calm down and think about what Qi Yan meant, and nodded to show that he knew.
But for some unknown reason, Wang Hang felt that the mirror looked more foggy, as if the last bit of vitality had been exhausted, and it had completely turned into a useless piece of scrap metal.
In the afternoon, Lao Luo received a call, saying that the old master who helped his family change Feng Shui had a brain hemorrhage at noon, and before he could be sent to the hospital, the person was gone.
Lao Luo was stunned for a while, holding the phone for a long time without regaining his senses.
He suddenly remembered what the old master said when he was posing for him.
"There is no turning back when this formation is set up. After the event is completed, remember to bow three times and nine kowtows in all directions, and then put the things away. If someone discovers this formation and destroys the magic weapon, not only will I not be able to save my life. , I'm afraid you also have a life-threatening worry."
But now the array is still in good condition, no one has found it, and has not touched it, why did the master suddenly have a brain hemorrhage
Originally, he wanted to wait until the day when the old Ma and his wife were buried before taking off the gossip mirror, but now it seems that he can't care so much.
At ten in the middle of the night, Lao Luo sturdily bowed three times and nine times in all directions. After the whole person was dizzy and dizzy, he took the mirror on the wall at home. But after taking it off, his whole face changed.
When did this bronze mirror get such a thick layer of patina
He put the bronze mirror into the box and stuck it on the talisman paper given to him by the master. Then he opened the door and looked at the bronze mirror hanging on the door. Inside, the mirror clicked and split in half.
"Ho!"
There was a heavy "hoho" sound in Lao Luo's throat, as if he had seen a ghost.
Ma Song's parents were buried peacefully. When choosing a cemetery, Qi Yan accompanied Ma Song to choose a tomb with two quiet burials, where the husband and wife could sleep in the ground.
On the day of the burial, many people came to see Ma Song's parents off, including colleagues and friends of his parents, as well as relatives at home. Even Lin Shuo, who was busy with his papers, rushed over overnight. But although there are many people, they are very solemn.
Layers of soil covered the coffin and gave the couple eternal peace.
"The second, the third, the fourth," Ma Song's eyes were red, but the tears did not fall, "you guys take care in the future."
Wang Hang and Lin Shuo nodded silently, and Qi Yan patted Ma Song on the shoulder: "I know, so do you."
The four of them returned to Ma Song's house and saw the noise of Uncle Luo's house. When they entered the door, they found out that Uncle Luo had suffered a heart attack and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. She seems to be very filial.
Qi Yan glanced at it, and then didn't look at it again. He turned to Ma Song and said, "Come on, I'll accompany you to get drunk tonight."
"Okay." A faint smile finally appeared on Ma Song's face.
That night, the four good brothers didn't sleep until the middle of the night. On the way to the airport the next morning, several people were still dizzy and did not recover.
Ma Song accompanied the three to get the boarding pass, and after drinking tea for a while, he reluctantly sent them to the security checkpoint.
"Boss," Qi Yan stretched out his hand and stroked Ma Song's shoulder, flicking away the last ray of evil spirit from his body, "you must be well."
"I will." Ma Song hugged the three of them one by one. "Although our brothers are far apart, they are also part of China. There will be more opportunities to meet in the future."
"Um."
There are thousands of mountains and rivers, but this friendship can span thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains.
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