Chapter 204: Master Tang (fourth)

"One hundred and eighty-eight is the price of our super high-end cemetery in Yong'an Cemetery. It not only provides luxurious decoration, but also occupies the feng shui treasure of the cemetery. Buying such a cemetery for the ancestors can express their respect and blessing. The younger generations, those who are promoted as officials, those who make money in business, and those who go to school can go to Nanshan University even if they fail to pass the exams of Shuimu and Beijing University..." The female salesman began to explain.
Liu Lang heard a black line in his forehead.
If you find a good cemetery and bury your ancestors, the younger generations can lie down and become officials, earn money, and go to school, let alone one hundred and eighty-one flats, even one hundred and eighty-one flats. Not expensive.
But Liu Lang is a professional, how could he be fooled by a little layman.
To be honest, the Yin House does have an impact on the younger generation, but it is not so exaggerated. If it is a feng shui master like Zhang Daoling, perhaps it can really gather luck and make the descendants of the dead fly. However, based on Liu Lang's understanding of "Lao Tzu Xianger Note", even if Zhang Daoling wants to do that, he has to transform many things, such as topography, water flow, trees, etc. It is by no means simply finding a so-called geomantic treasure. , Bury the person and it's over.
In a sense, the true Feng Shui is an extension of the formation method, which uses the geographical trends of mountains and rivers as an array to gather heaven and earth luck.
However, to date, Feng Shui has gradually developed into a branch of architecture. Building houses and burials to see Feng Shui is more of a psychological comfort.
Moreover, Liu Lang's purpose today is to find a place to rest for Ma Zhaodi's relic, even less particular.
"Okay, don't tell me so much. Thirteen and eighty-one are equal, right? Give me the total price. I want one." Liu Lang waved his hand and interrupted the female sales.
Although the price of 130,000 yuan in Yong'an Cemetery can be called sky high, the cemetery is different from the Yang House, and the area is much smaller. Therefore, the total price is not too scary, about one or two million. For Liu Lang, the price is not too high or too low, and it is enough to show respect for a god.
The female salesperson thought it would take a lot of words, but Liu Lang, who was on the opposite side, made a direct decision, which made her feel a little confused for a while.
Before that, she had never encountered such a straightforward customer. The purchase of a cemetery is usually for the elder parents. It is the same as buying a house for living people. It is a serious matter. Some customers even bring Mr. Feng Shui came over, took the compass and ran to the cemetery, again measuring and measuring. How can Liu Lang be like buying vegetables at the vegetable market.
"Aren't you going to see it on the spot?" The female saleswoman asked suspiciously.
"Isn't it the cemetery? If there is anything to see, you can quickly calculate it for me, I'm in a hurry." It's not about burying people, and Liu Lang certainly doesn't care so much.
"Young man, the knowledge of Yinzhai has grown. You just choose the place to sleep for the ancestors so hastily, are you afraid that they will blame you in the Spirit of Heaven?" At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind Liu Lang.
Liu Lang looked back, and he was talking about a seventy or eighty-year-old man.
The old man was dressed in a red and black Tang suit. He was slightly fat. The hair on his head was almost lost, leaving only a white circle, and there was a half-foot long beard under his chin. At this moment, the old man in Tang suit was cold-eyed. Looking at Liu Lang, his eyes were full of disdain and contempt.
Liu Lang was immediately depressed.
I provoke someone, come to buy a cemetery to bury a stone, why is it hatred?
"Master Tang, why are you here?" Before Liu Lang could speak, the female salesman ran up to the old man and asked respectfully.
"Can't I come?" The old man was obviously in a bad mood and snorted coldly.
The female saleswoman smiled awkwardly. She was also very depressed about lying guns for no reason. Originally, the cemetery was going to be sold, but the old man came. Isn't this cutting her money?
"Old gentleman, it doesn't seem to cost you money to buy a cemetery, right? Why don't you worry about it?" The old man put a hat of unfilial piety on the old man for no reason, Liu Lang's mood would naturally not be good, his tone was full of gunpowder .
"How to buy is indeed your business, but how to sell is up to me. Yong'an Cemetery is not built for people like you. You are not welcome here, you go!" The old man said tit-for-tat.
Liu Lang didn't know what the identity of the old man was, and couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the saleswoman.
"This gentleman, take a step to speak." The female saleswoman pulled Liu Lang aside with a bitter face, and whispered to Liu Lang: "You don't know anything, this Mr. Tang is a famous Feng Shui master in Nanshan, and also owned by our boss. Good friend, Yong’an Cemetery was designed by Master Tang. From the selection of the site to the layout, he alone has the final say. Even our boss is obedient to Master Tang’s words. And I’m just a part-timer, so this cemetery really cannot I'm selling you."
"It turns out that's the case, no wonder this old man speaks so horribly!" Liu Lang nodded, turned his head and said to the old man in Tang suit: "Master Tang, right? You dare to talk to me about the yin house, you really laughed at me. Even at your level, the designed cemetery dared to sell for 130,000 and 130,000, and posted it to me for 130,000. I would not even think about it."
"Do you dare to doubt the cemetery I designed? Who gave you the courage?" The old man in Tang suit was suddenly angry. He studied Feng Shui metaphysics for a lifetime. This Yong'an Cemetery can be said to be the product of his brainchild and cannot be questioned by others.
"Courage?" Liu Lang shook his head disdainfully, "Do you think that the design surrounding the entire cemetery is perfect, but have you ever heard of a saying that when there is no water, the air will dissipate when there is water? When the breath stops and the wind disappears, can that pool of stagnant water really gather the wind into breath?"
"If there is no water, the wind will come and the air will dissipate, if there is water, the air will stop but the wind will not..." The old man in the Tang suit chewed two words carefully, and was stunned on the spot for a while.
When he was relieved, Liu Lang was long gone.
Originally wanted to buy a cemetery to bury Ma Zhaodi's relic, but he was so angry that Liu Lang didn't go to other cemeteries at all.
He drove directly to the mountain, found a place that looked good, dug a hole, and then buried the relic in it.
While burying the soil, Liu Lang muttered: "Sister Ma, I also want you to find a high-end place, but your luck is so bad that you can't buy it if you have money, so I can only let you stay in this wilderness. Ling is now, but don’t be sad, I will come to see you when I have time."
After burying Ma Zhaodi's relic, Liu Lang drove back to the city and received a call from Zhang Tianyi on the way. Zhang Tian also said that he has a deep understanding of the first half of "Lao Zi Xianger Note", and he will fly to Nanshan tomorrow to accept the test of his uncle.