Nuanjiang City, a famous tourist city in the country, a famous historical city, the provincial capital of Jiang Province, and a second-tier city in the country, is named after a Nuanjiang River, but it is more famous for its lake Tianzi Lake.
Some people say that this is the place that the emperor must pass through during his tour in ancient times.
Some people say that these are the tears of the legendary goddess of heaven.
Some people say that this is the key to heaven and earth.
It will suddenly rain at Tianzi Lake, and only on the surface of the lake.
This is a wonderful sight.
It also attracts a large number of tourists.
There is an alley on the left side of No. 22 Tianzi Road, Tianhu District, Nuanjiang City.
It is said that only those who are destined to see it can see it.
When you walk in, there is a small shop at the end about 200 steps away.
Jian Fan was lying on the sofa in the living room, counting his fingers in boredom.
She glanced at the TV showing the youth idol drama.
The TV was spraying "Listen to me, listen to me" in a big way.
"Alas."
Jian Fan sighed deeply.
She picked up the cloisonné vase on the coffee table and poured it into another cyan porcelain vase.
"The water in the Wangchuan River will burst its banks again, right?"
The blood-yellow liquid slowly flowed into the porcelain bottle, and the strong fishy smell gradually faded.
The cyan porcelain bottle suddenly gave off a faint milky white halo, and blood-red bare flower branches stretched out from the mouth of the bottle, opening instantly, revealing traces of blood-colored petals.
It's like being woven from silky ribbons, so beautiful it's unreal.
At this time, a strange drizzle began to fall on Tianzi Lake, which aroused the amazement of tourists.
Ding ding ding The crystal wind chime floating on the window suddenly made a crisp sound, and then slowly landed on the window sill, like a nasty ghost.
But Rong Nan has gone to the underworld now, and Jian Fan can't find a ghost to quarrel with.
Work is coming.
Jian Fan's body trembled, and he quickly ran into the room and found a Taoist robe to put on.
Even though it was wrinkled, it was work clothes and a magical weapon.
In an instant, she was sitting on a low stool in the small living room, facing the door.
Qin Xizhi is the richest man in Su Province.
Although he has a lot of money, the Qin family has been having troubles one after another for several years.
In the past few years, there were only minor fights, but just three months ago, his mother suddenly fell into a coma without warning and never woke up again.
His wife was injured by a falling lamp while attending a banquet, and the family was suddenly in chaos.
When he thought about it carefully, he realized that this situation had started early and gradually deepened.
In his early years, Master Liaochen, the abbot of Wuyou Temple in Nuanjiang City, owed him a favor.
Now he went to Master Chen for help, but the master said there was nothing he could do and asked Qin Xizhi to try his luck on Tianzi Road.
Just now, Qin Xizhi received a call from his son, who was scratched by a car at the school gate.
He couldn't help but feel sad, but suddenly he saw the legendary alley.
Despite the weirdness and mystery, Qin Xizhi still chose to enter.
He walked aimlessly.
There were moss-covered brick walls on both sides of the alley.
The way he came was hidden in darkness, and the way he was going to go was also dark.
Qin Xizhi swallowed, strode forward, and finally saw a bronze door engraved with strange flowers.
When he walked to the door, before he reached out to knock, the door opened suddenly, and the aroma of tea wafted out, making Qin Xizhi's numb heart immediately calm down.
He excused himself and walked in.
The beauty sitting in front of him made him nervous again.
The master was wondering whether he wanted to see him or not.
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Jian Fan was obviously used as a sounding board.
"Welcome."
Jian Fan's voice was a little cold.
She pointed to the only remaining seat in front of her and invited Qin Xizhi to sit down.
"Sir, if you are from Jiangsu province, why don't you drink Tai Chi Cui Luo?"
With a gesture of her hand, a jar of white porcelain tea floated on the shelf on her right, followed by a set of snow-white tea sets on her left.
Qin Xizhi didn't say anything, and Jian Fan didn't urge him.
He just started making tea by himself.
After Qin Xizhi had sorted out his thoughts, he looked up and saw the white tea bowl in front of him.
Facing him was the same pattern on the bronze door, which was blood red and extremely gorgeous.
He picked up the tea bowl.
The soup was green and bright.
It was very beautiful.
He smelled it carefully.
The fragrance of the tea actively penetrated into his pores.
He couldn't help but take a small sip.
It was fragrant, strong, and so perfect that he couldn't even think about it.
Give some words of praise.
Jian Fan had no intention of speaking at all, so Qin Xizhi had no choice but to put down his tea bowl and said hopefully, "Girl, can you please ask the master here to come out?
I have something I need help with."
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Qin Xizhi's worried face.
Jian Fan couldn't help but sigh deeply.
She held up her sleeves and poured some hot tea for Qin Xizhi, with a faint look in her eyes, "If you don't want to see me, sir, please turn around and walk away. " Only then did Qin Xizhi realize how big a mistake he had made.
Jian Fan looked young, but he had a deep temperament that he could not develop at his age.
He was suddenly shocked and wrinkled the sleeves of his suit like a little girl.
"I'm sorry, girl, it's my blindness.
I'm really sorry for me."
I am a man in his forties or fifties, but he is still stumbling nervously.
"Forget it, since you are in a state of ecstasy, it means that you are destined to be here.
Let me tell you what the difficulties are."
The so-called destiny is just a cover-up set up by the emperor.
His character is acceptable, his luck is sluggish, and he sincerely hopes to survive.
Anyone in trouble can see the alley, it’s just a matter of whether you believe it or not.
Although we are fellow cultivators, others can't sense it, so we can get a glimpse of this old ghost's ability.
Jian Fan was complaining in his mind that he was talking nonsense, but his face remained calm.
He did have the demeanor of a person who borrows the fate of heaven and earth.
Seeing that Jian Fan was not angry, Qin Xizhi's breath began to calm down slowly.
He calmly sorted out his thoughts and said, "Girl, don't worry, I came here under the guidance of Master Wuyou Temple Lochen."
Jian Fan nodded, indicating that he understood.
Oh, it's that old bald donkey Liao Chen who always makes trouble for her.
"My family has been in trouble all of a sudden recently, my mother."
Jian Fan suddenly raised her hand to stop Qin Xizhi's next words.
She stared at Qin Xizhi's face closely for about five minutes, then lowered her eyes and twisted the white paper on the small table with her onion-like fingers. , placed in front of Qin Xizhi.
"There's no need to talk nonsense.
You can tell a thing or two just by looking at your face.
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The disasters caused by our ancestors are inevitable.
Sir, please take your fingerprints."
Everyone will check the good or bad luck before taking on the job.
Jian and Fan will calculate whether there is a near miss or not, and it's also convenient.
Looking at Qin Xizhi's disaster, the process cannot be calculated, but the disaster is a bit confusing.
Although Qin Xizhi was confused after hearing this, he still followed it honestly.
Looking at the white paper in front of him, he looked around for ink pad or ink, but found nothing, and couldn't help but feel troubled.
"Just press it, and we will make a contract.
This is a Yin-Yang case, and you need to report it to the Lord of the Earth.
This contract leads to the Underworld.
Remember, you must be sincere."
Jian Fan loves to see his client looking for fingerprints everywhere.
Materials, this habit of gloating about misfortune has collided with tolerance again.
When he heard about the Yin Yang case, Qin Xizhi's heart trembled.
What misfortune had happened to his ancestors and how it would bring harm to his children and grandchildren.
He was really shocked and frightened, fearing that the Qin family would be gone in his generation.
He hurriedly pressed his palm on the white paper.
A golden light flashed on the white paper, and a bloody handprint slowly appeared.
Then it disappeared.
It was still a piece of white paper, but the drunkenness in the corner was stained with blood.
Look.
It's shocking.
The contract is completed
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