Wu Liang drove to his destination and met with the owner of the lightning strike wood.
After negotiating the price with the owner of the lightning strike wood, both parties were very happy.
One is because both of them are friends of Zhang Qingsong, and they both sell face to each other.
The second reason is that after the owner of the lightning strike wood offered the price, Wu Liang agreed very happily without bargaining.
And just when the deal was about to be closed, an old man walked out of the inner room with a thermos cup.
According to the introduction of the owner of the lightning strike wood, it turned out that the old man holding the thermos cup also came to buy the lightning strike wood. and revealed that this is a certain big man from Huadu As for which big man in Huadu, the owner of the lightning strike wood, he can't say clearly, maybe he doesn't know the specific identity of this old man, he only knows the surname Qian, and his identity is not bad.
Wu Liang glanced lightly at the old man surnamed Qian who was holding a thermos cup, and felt that he had never seen this person.
And the old man surnamed Qian also looked at Wu Liang, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes seemed to have a little doubt.
"Young man, you're here to buy lightning strike wood too?"
The old man, surnamed Qian, spoke slowly, his voice was hoarse, and his breath was a little disordered.
The look in Wu Liang's eyes was slightly constricted, as if he had something in his heart.
"Yes, old sir, you must have come here for the lightning strike wood."
Wu Liang smiled faintly.
"That's right, yes, I came here for the lightning strike wood, Boss Song has already said that you and I will share this lightning strike wood."
Old man Qian still replied in a hoarse voice, which sounded uncomfortable, as if something was stuck in his throat.
Wu Liang listened to Old Man Qian's voice and nodded slightly.
Through his voice and the shaking of Old Man Qian's Adam's apple, Wu Liang was able to conclude where the old man Qian's lesion was.
Of course, Wu Liang didn't come here to treat diseases and save people, but to buy lightning strike wood, and his medical skills had reached the realm of transformation, and he couldn't help but easily see that the other party's lesions were caused, so it was also an unintentional move.
"Okay, old man, anyway, the size of this lightning strike wood is not small, it doesn't matter if you and I take half of each, it's enough for me to use to make magic weapons."
The magic weapon that Wu Liang wants to make is actually to polish a wooden plaque with lightning strike wood, and then engrave the "edict".
Because it's not used to resolve the big evil, it's not so much exquisite.
The most important thing is that lightning strike wood, as long as the lightning strike wood is genuine, it doesn't matter whether it is an "edict" or not, the sincerity is natural and effective.
Wu Liang has already carefully observed that this Boss Song's lightning strike wood is indeed genuine.
And Wu Liang also responded to Old Man Qian very happily, because he really didn't need too much lightning to strike the wood, and he could use it to dissolve the rushing spirit of the big bell, and use a small lightning strike to hit the wood.
The mountain surrounds the green dragon, which is a rich land, and has already offset a large part of the rushing aura of the big bell, and it really doesn't need a lot of lightning strikes.
When Old Man Qian heard that Wu Liang was going to take the lightning strike wood back to make the weapon, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Behind this look of surprise, there are also doubts.
"What did you just say, young man?
You want to make a ritual artifact?
Old man Qian asked in his hoarse voice.
"Haha, I can't talk about magic weapons, it's just to make an edict token."
Wu Liang responded with a chuckle.
When it comes to making Taoist instruments, Wu Liang is not an absolute expert, he is well versed in the way of feng shui, but he is not necessarily an omnipotent Taoist.
Yuan Tiangang is good at astrology, prediction, and feng shui, and as for making professional magic weapons, he is not particularly expert.
However, a small piece of token can still be easily made.
Old man Qian suddenly frowned, and said in a questioning tone: "Young man, I listen to your tone, it seems to be very relaxed, do you know, making tokens, the knowledge here is also great, but it's not just a matter of just getting a wooden card to engrave a talisman seal, pay attention to it." ” Old man Qian's implication is that young people nowadays don't even know what lightning strikes wood and tokens are, and even said that they can make tokens, which makes old man Qian not believe it, so he is a little suspicious of Wu Liang.
However, Wu Liang really didn't tell half a lie.
"Old man, the token is actually not difficult to make, not to mention that I just use it for a small time, otherwise it is impossible to make only one token, I use it to resolve small evils, sincerity is spiritual, do not have to be too elegant."
Wu Liang explained with a smile.
Since this old man Qian did not show disdain and ridicule, but simply questioned, Wu Liang did not fight back with sharp words.
Speaking of which, Wu Liang can also understand this old man's doubts.
Today's young people, unless they are engaged in Taoist work, really don't even know what the edict is, let alone make it themselves.
"It seems that young man, you have some research on exorcism and evil spirits."
Old man Qian said.
"Old man, I don't have much research on exorcism and evil spirits, I mainly study feng shui mysteries, and it's still okay to look at feng shui or something."
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Wu Liang felt that in front of the old gentleman, it was necessary to keep a low profile.
He didn't say that he was well versed in feng shui, he was already very low-key, and he really didn't want people to say that he was pretending.
When Old Man Qian heard Wu Liang mention that he could read feng shui, his faint eyebrows immediately raised.
Obviously, Old Man Qian didn't believe it.
"Young man, you can't talk nonsense, Feng Shui mysticism is broad and profound, and it can't be done casually."
Old Man Qian questioned.
"Haha, old man, I said, I only understand a little, and the influence of feng shui on people only accounts for a part of it, and it cannot affect the overall situation of a person's life."
Wu Liang responded with a faint smile.
The so-called, one luck, two lives, three feng shui, four accumulation of merits, five reading, six seven phases and eight worship, nine nobles and ten health, eleven career and mate selection, and twelve auspicious to avoid evil.
The aura in Feng Shui has a certain impact on people, but it cannot affect all of them.
If Feng Shui really has the tremendous energy to dominate the overall situation, then people should stop working, just find a Feng Shui treasure cave and rebury the ancestor, just wait for the pie to fall from the sky.
"At a young age, I still know the mysteries of feng shui, which is a bit interesting, can you tell me, how is the feng shui in this ancestral house of Boss Song?"
Old Man Qian asked with a squint.
This is testing Wu Liang.
Wu Liang also guessed from the side that this old man Qian who was holding a thermos cup must have dabbled in feng shui mysteries.
Wu Liang turned his head and glanced at the ancestral house of Boss Song, who sold lightning strike wood, as well as the surrounding terrain.
Boss Song's business is not small, he must have settled down in the city to buy a house, and this lightning strike wood is his hometown in the countryside, and the location at this moment is Boss Song's ancestral home.
Facing Mr.
Qian's questioning, Wu Liang replied with a smile: "The water is entangled in the white tiger, most of them are self-made, Boss Song is a late bloomer, there is no blessing of ancestral shade, the family was poor when he was young, and after hard work in middle age, he has his own career."
Then, Wu Liang turned to look at Boss Song again, and asked with a smile, "Boss Song, am I right?"
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