Nanjing Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, the tomb of Sun Yat-sen, the father of the nation.
The Mausoleum of Sun Yat-sen and the Mausoleum of the First Emperor both belong to the same type of burial ground, the former unified the six countries and the latter laid the foundation for the establishment of New China.
Xiang Que in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor three bows to the Tomb of the First Emperor nine bows, when he came to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, he did not go outside, still in the Mausoleum under the five-body worship ceremony, Feng Shui master does not respect the heaven and the earth and does not respect the ghosts and gods, only pay attention to the inheritance of the master to the ancestor of the Three Qing Dynasty, but in the face of such history as Sun Yat-sen Qin Shi Huang For unprecedented figures through the ages, they still maintain a sense of admiration.
Qi'an was stunned for a moment, looked at Xiang Que and asked: "You are quite eccentric, you look out of tune, I didn't expect that sometimes it is impressive, there are at least hundreds of thousands of people who come to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum every year, but there are not many people like you who bow down before going to the mausoleum."
"They are traveling to the mountains, I am respectful of people, and the meaning is different" Xiang Que only then stepped up to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum.
Wang Kunlun hummed and followed behind Wang Fatzi on his back, while Chen Xia and Yang Fei'er were waiting in the car at the bottom of the mountain, Qi'an told them that the people they were going to meet usually didn't like people to disturb, and they preferred to be quiet.
Half an hour later, several people reached the top of the mountain.
In the vegetable field in front of a thatched house, an old man was bending down with a kettle to water the vegetables in the field, and he didn't seem to notice that there were several people coming up, and behind him there was a middle-aged man in his forties standing quietly with his hands behind his back.
Xiang Que said: "People outside the world don't like to live in such an inconspicuous place, look at the old thing of the Yang family lives in a thatched house, and then look at the old gentleman who lives in a thatched house, and the place where the old guy in our family lives can at most shelter from the wind and rain, what kind of fun is this?"
Qi'an turned around and said: "Maybe to this point of people, there is nothing else to ask for outside the body, I have seen ascetics wear only a coarse cloth clothes all year round, and they eat whatever they have when they eat on weekdays, and the days they live are called a suffering, and the beggars are mentally arithmetic when they see it."
"You're okay, an old man I know hasn't said a word for more than 20 years, and you have to be careful when you fart."
"Hey, Uncle Shi still has guests here?"
Qi'an said in surprise, and then walked to the front of the grass house with Xiang Que and Wang Kunlun.
The watering old man put down the kettle in his hand, clapped his hands casually, and then his eyes fell directly on Xiang Que, and after a few glances at him lightly, he frowned and looked at Wang Kunlun, his eyes were also more profound, and finally he looked at Wang Xuanzhen on Wang Kunlun's back and said, "Such a heavy corpse."
Qi, the three souls and seven spirits were sealed by the seven main acupoints of the town, and they are already half-dead."
What the old man said was not a good thing, but Xiang Que and Wang Kunlun both lit up at the same time, and they saw the signs on Wang Fatzi at a glance, and it is estimated that he should be able to have a spectrum when he is rescued.
"The old gentleman also asks you to help him save his life," Xiang Que said respectfully.
"Put him in the house first, and we'll talk about it later," the old man waved his hand and took a chair and sat down.
Wang Kunlun sent people to the grass hut and put them on the bed and came out, Qi'an said: "Uncle Shi, I brought the people you asked me to bring" The old man's temperament seemed to be very straightforward, and he said directly to the point: "A few days ago, I accidentally found a point of heavenly luck in the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, and when I rushed over, the luck was gone, and then I saw you driving out of the villa, and that heavenly luck was with you Let's talk about it."
Xiang Que was silent for a long time and nodded.
Is it interesting for you to hide it in front of this kind of old man, since people can find you, it must be eight or nine to see it, and you are hiding it, but you will fall behind.
The middle-aged man standing on the side looked at him with deep eyes, and a trace of surprise floated through his eyes.
"How many years, I haven't seen a Heavenly Dao luck coming," the old man leaned back in his chair and said lightly: "Although the people who live in the Purple Mountain Villa are either rich or expensive, as far as I know, none of the people there can have the ability to add luck, and they can't afford it, but since there is luck to fall."
That must have been forcibly added to the body, young man, you are a good means, can you tell me what's going on?
” Xiang Que gritted his teeth and shook his head, and said, "Old man, I forgive you for this matter."
Qi'an frowned and said, "Xiang Quan, your friend is still waiting for my uncle to make a move."
"Is this a quid pro quo, or is it a threat?"
Xiang Que stared at him and said, "If you don't save it, I'll take people away, and I'll just find a way."
After Cao Qingdao was reincarnated, he was transported into Shen Jia's abdomen by Xiang Qiang, who had cut off half of the qi from his body, which was to prepare Cao Qingdao for being born in the future and entering the feng shui yin and yang realm.
This matter is only known to Xiang Que and Wang Kunlun, it is impossible for him to tell anyone, once people know that Cao Qingdao has not yet been born and has Heavenly Dao luck, then there will only be two.
If there is a Taoist Buddhist sect who knows about this matter, he will definitely forcibly take Cao Qingdao away and take him to his mountain gate, who has the background of luck, Cao Qingdao, there is no doubt, so he got a cultivation genius for his mountain gate.
If it is known by someone who is plotting against him, I am afraid that Cao Qingdao will also be forcibly abducted, this end will be more miserable, Cao Qingdao with luck is like a cornucopia, you can get a lot of benefits if you soak him in wine and drink it.
In this world, there are too many people from the evil sect, and in that resort in Sheshan, Shanghai, there are people who extract corpse oil from babies and children to cultivate Gu worms, so naturally there will be people who refine Cao Qingdao and put forward the essence in his body.
Can Xiang Que expose this matter, once it is revealed, I am afraid that the unborn Lao Cao will become a crack egg, and will be targeted by countless people with ill intentions.
The old man didn't seem surprised that Xiang Que rejected him, got up and walked to the grass hut behind: "Look at the patient, and talk about this matter when the time comes."
"What kind of way is your uncle, it's a little incomprehensible," Xiang Que asked confusedly.
He thought that the old man would have to continue to inquire, but he didn't expect the other party to skip this stubble directly, and he didn't ask at all, but planned to show Wang Fatzi.
"Don't talk about you, no one in our mountain gate can figure out Uncle Shi's way, wild," Qi'an said helplessly.
After entering the thatched hut, the old man quietly looked at Wang Xuanzhen lying on the bed with his hands behind his back, and after a while, he turned around and said: "It is unlikely that it can be saved" Xiang Que said: "Since it is not big, but it is still possible, right?"
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