Just now, Master Zhang was talking very clearly and logically, and every word he said made sense, and everyone agreed with him.
However, at this time a young man jumped out and spoke wildly. Unexpectedly, Master Zhang did not make a fuss or get angry. He can be said to have a broad mind that can accommodate all rivers.
It would be fine if others questioned it, but the young man in front of me didn't look like a well-educated person.
"He became a father at such a young age. He probably never went to college."
"More than that, I feel like it's even a question of whether or not I graduate from high school."
"You are such an ignorant boy."
"Does he have any profound ideas? Tsk, I don't believe it."
The leader was an agricultural expert, who was also a nationally renowned agricultural scholar. He led a team to deal with the peony wilting incident.
The old man in the lead was over 50 years old and was a serious academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. It was precisely because they had no clue that they had to invite Feng Shui master Zhang Taishi.
In addition, he also has two apprentices, both of whom are geniuses. They became doctoral students at a young age and work as assistants under him.
In their opinion, even the teacher with vast knowledge couldn't handle this case, so a young man in his twenties knew nothing and was probably here to cause trouble again.
"But teacher, I'm actually not very interested in these weird things. Do you think they are really scams?" the woman murmured softly.
The old man's eyes became far-reaching and profound, and he said with a hint of reminiscence: "Sixteen years ago, there was a severe drought in Zhongzhou. There was no water for several months, and artificial rainfall was useless."
"Later, a master brought two disciples and set up a rain-praying formation, and it rained that night."
"If it was just one time, it would be a matter of luck, but this master prayed for rain in ten places in a row, and it worked every time."
"Yes, that master is Master Zhang. I witnessed it all with my own eyes."
The old man sighed deeply and said, "The more I study science, the more confused I become. Some people say that the end of science is theology. I never believed it before, but now I suddenly realize that this possibility really exists."
When everyone was talking about it, Master Zhang came to Lin Yi and said with a calm smile: "My dear, I wonder if you think I was wrong in what I said just now? I am willing to listen attentively."
Lin Yi said coldly: "I'm sorry, it's all wrong. It's so wrong that I said you are talking nonsense."
Hearing this, even though Master Zhang was a very magnanimous person, he became slightly angry.
Master Zhang is a Feng Shui master of the Lingnan School, and he is also one of the leading Feng Shui experts in China.
More than ten years ago, there was a severe drought in Zhongzhou. He prayed for rain to relieve the suffering of the people, and was therefore treated as an honored guest by high officials. At the peak of his career, even the current emperor personally received him.
"Little brother, you are so arrogant. Did you learn from some master? Tell me. Maybe your master and I are old acquaintances." Master Zhang said, suppressing his anger.
Lin Yi chuckled and said, "What's the difference between Feng Shui and cheating? I won't learn this kind of cheating stuff, and there is no so-called master."
"Huh, it seems you are prejudiced against my Feng Shui community. I thought you had some brilliant ideas." Master Zhang's attitude became completely cold.
It would be fine if Lin Yi had real knowledge, but he considered himself unlucky and might even be known as someone who is not ashamed to learn from others.
But this person didn't understand anything, and he couldn't accept that.