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The extended Lincoln car galloped on the highway, heading for Jin Boqing's mansion.
Jin Longyang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and unconsciously glanced at Li Yan next to him. The car air conditioner worth tens of thousands of yuan seemed to be broken, and the car was so cold that he could breathe out.
Li Yan rubbed his face flushed, and was leaning on the backrest to make a phone call with someone.
Zha Xiaodao's loud voice came from the microphone.
"Did something happen to you? Hang up on me? Hang up twice?"
"It's hard to explain in one word, what do you want from me."
"We can't handle the errands on Yang Xie's side, so I want to ask you to help. Hey, are you listening?"
Li Yan took a breath and sat up straight. Jin Boyang felt a warm wind blowing against his face. The tingling feeling like falling into an ice cave just now disappeared without a trace.
"I'm listening, tell me carefully?"
After finishing speaking, Li Yan listened quietly. In the long silence, only the sound of engine starting and exhaust could be heard in the entire carriage.
Two or three minutes later, Zha Xiaodao explained the whole story on the phone.
"Oh, interesting."
Li Yan recalled Ye Shiru who was the body protector of Tianyi again.
"When do you need my help?"
Yang Xie took the phone: "The sooner the better. How about tomorrow?"
"Okay, the reward you promised before is Jade Emperor Flavor, and I can't sit still and raise the price. This time, I will treat it as a favor for you."
Yang Xie glanced at Zha Xiaodao: "One yard is worth one yard. Before I only said that I need the knife to help. Now you have an extra share, and the reward will be calculated separately."
"You are generous."
Li Yan thought for a while: "Then buy me a drink later."
"Haha, it's easy to say. At eight o'clock tomorrow morning, Mingzhu Building, Qingshan Road, we will wait for you."
"good."
The Lincoln car turned and drove onto a section of winding mountain road with lush trees, and through the car window, a single-family villa on the mountainside could be seen.
"Mr. Li, we are almost there."
Jin Longyang reminded softly.
"knew."
Li Yan hung up the phone.
The car drove into the parking lot of the Jin residence. After getting off the car, Jin Longyang took Li Yan to a quiet house, the yard was covered with green stones, there were rockeries and artificial fountains.
"Mr. Li, the old man used to have a rule that you have to take off your shoes before entering this yard."
While Jin Longyang was talking, he looked at the yard with a bit of dread and fear in his eyes.
Li Yan glanced at him, then raised his head, with black ripples in his eyes.
A glimpse.
I saw a yellow ox lying halfway up the mountain, its horns piercing the sky.
[Feng Shui Bureau: Scalper Pushing the Mill]
This was originally an auspicious feng shui situation, but the scalp in front of him was full of gnawing wounds, dense white bones could be seen, and bloodshot eyes were all over the big bull's eyes, revealing a strong smell of hatred and bloodthirsty.
"Is Comrade Li Yan here? Then don't take off your shoes, the stones hurt your feet."
Jin Boqing's voice came from the room, and he was still full of energy.
"The old man's rules still have to be obeyed."
After Li Yan finished speaking, he took off his shoes. His feet in white socks stepped on the uneven green stones. As soon as he entered the yard, a faint smell of blood entered Li Yan's nose.
Seeing this, Jin Longyang quickly took off his leather shoes, walked into the yard with small steps, and was more than half a body behind Li Yan. Then he yelled into the room: "Dad, why don't I go in with Mr. Li to see you?"
"No."
Jin Boqing's tone was flat: "Just ask Mr. Li to come in alone. You can rush for lunch. Mr. Li will eat with us today."
"Okay, okay, I'll go right away."
Without touching the ground, Jin Longyang grabbed the leather shoes outside the door, like a mouse chased by a dog, and left in a hurry.
Li Yan entered the door stepping on green hemp stones, and the cold air rushed over his face.
A red inscription more than ten feet long is carried on a bamboo pole, and embroidered with gold thread is "the coffin of Jin Chongwen, a righteous man of the Qing Dynasty, who died at the age of fifty-nine. Mu Ke's inscription on the forehead at the pilgrimage meeting of Hongci Palace in the west."
On the altar is a pink paper-shell palace, and in front of the incense burner are dried fruit preserves, pig's head, roast goose, and roast chicken.
On both sides are golden boys and girls made of paper, wearing shrouds and smearing blush on their faces. There are no less than 50 paper bundles in the two columns. There are Guan Gong riding a horse, a Bodhisattva leaning on a crane, a bearer carrying a sedan chair, and a scholar wearing a square crown, all of which are lifelike. Ordinary paper figurines are made much shorter than ordinary people, but these paper figurines are real.Jin Boqing's face was pale on the grand teacher's chair, he was surrounded by paper bundles, he couldn't even be recognized at a glance, he looked a bit pervasive.
"Hehe, old man, your little son really owes a little filial piety."
Li Yan walked into the room and pushed aside the paper figurines in the room with his hands. Suddenly, a snow-white and slender woman's palm stretched out from the paper figurines and grabbed Li Yan's wrist violently. Li Yan's eyes sharpened sharply, and a shrill scream suddenly resounded throughout the room, and the snow-white hand retracted in a panic as if it had been touched by burning coals.
Jin Boqing kept coughing, Li Yan stepped forward to give him a hand, saw a teacup on the table, and quickly poured a cup for Jin Boqing.
Jin Boqing waved his hand to signal that he didn't need it. After a while, his face turned red, and he responded to Li Yan: "There is no filial son in front of the long-term hospital bed. I can't solve this thought, and I won't live to this age. I heard Xiao Li Comrade got involved in a little lawsuit, does it matter?"
"It's okay, the police have cleared me of suspicion."
"That's good, that's good."
Kimber nodded his head.
"I usually do meditation in this small courtyard. This house invited someone to design a feng shui bureau, called the Yellow Ox Grinding Mill, which can suppress evil spirits. Ordinary wealthy people would not set up such a bureau. This courtyard is The stone mill in "The Scalper Pushing the Mill" can suppress evil spirits and prevent them from harming people."
Jin Boqing looked around at the gloomy paper bundles all over the room, and suddenly burst into tears: "Kinmen's craftsmanship was originally only for social dramas, funerals, sacrifices, and divination. When I was young, I was bold and disregarded the teachings of my predecessors. The paper figurines I made were full of spirituality. They are also very vicious, and they actually think they have their own way. These ghost piercings are my painstaking efforts when I was young, Comrade Xiao Li, please help me cut them off."
"Is the old man planning to pass on the Jinmen Mingzha?"
Li Yan asked,
Jin Boqing shook his head, with tears still on his face: "There are many things that I can't help myself, and I can't control them. I also understand the thoughts of my children. After I die, these piercings will easily lead to disasters, and they will simply be destroyed."
"It's easy to say."
Li Yan tapped the tatami lightly, and Jin Boqing blinked, feeling that the air was suddenly much moister. A layer of water droplets even formed on the wooden walls and paper figurines.
Before he could speak, a black vortex suddenly appeared above the two of them, and countless violent Lalaiye water tigers raged in the paper like bronze arrows shot out by violence.
Jin Boqing's eyes widened in disbelief, a modern girl's paper bundle was torn off and shook back and forth in front of her, and the bamboo basket was almost completely emptied before it hit the ground.
The chaotic cries and roars of men and women lasted for just a dozen seconds, and the whole room was swept away! Except for scattered scraps of paper and bamboo, there was nothing left.
A bronze water tiger floated in front of the two of them. There is still a little white confetti on the lips.
"It's not too late, old man, take out those three face masks. It's my last job." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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