161 Guokesha

ext generation's chief advisor.On Lin Yanqin's bedside table was a brass gossip mirror, given to her by Situ Lin.My brother was checking her room and bathroom, Lin Yanhuan gave me a look, signaling me...I was almost out of it, listening to my brother and grandpa talk. I couldn't focus at all.

My chest felt itchy and numb. I made an excuse to go to the kitchen to boil some hot water, but secretly I pulled open my collar and took a look. There was a tattoo of a flower blooming from my chest to below my collarbone—when did I get this tattoo

And I always feel empty in my chest, and my fingers feel strange, like I've lost something important.

"Bro!" I shouted irritably.

My brother rushed over, looking at me anxiously and asking, "What's wrong"

"I feel weird, like I've forgotten something important..."

My brother touched his chin and said, “Xiao Qiao, I think you’ve forgotten the most important thing…”

"What" I looked at him eagerly.

"You must have forgotten that our family savings are down to just a few dollars!! What kind of god are you going to worship!" My brother shook my face in both hands.

Huh Deposit

My brother "smacked" me on the forehead and said in a serious tone, "Xiao Qiao, you can't live off love. Dad needs money for rehabilitation at the hospital, money, money, money! Even mosquitoes are meat! Hurry up! It's more important to do business first! I finally got out of that backward village—"

Village! A place name suddenly flashed in my mind, Huangdao Village

"Wait! Brother, how could I forget What village was it Was it Huangdao Village" I hurriedly grabbed his arm.

"Right, we finally broke through that cursed lair. The earthquake saved us! Thanks to you setting up the ambush point, Shen Qingrui was left speechless. Our family finally got a taste of glory! Our reputation is at its peak right now, so let's make some money!" My brother clenched his fists with excitement.

I think he's being evasive, so I put the teacup on the table and threatened him, "Mu Yunfan, if you keep brushing me off, I won't cook for you."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, reaching out to poke my forehead and scolding, "Little Qiao, you're in your rebellious phase! You actually dare to threaten your older brother What do you want to ask"

What

I opened my mouth, my mind a jumbled mess, and finally managed to ask: "Where's my husband"

"You only remember your husband, don't you You said he left for a few days, didn't you How am I supposed to know where he is! He's like a dragon, appearing and disappearing... Hurry up!"

My brother's voice gradually faded away.

I stared blankly at the rolling electric kettle, lost in thought.

I think I remember some things, but I've forgotten others.

Why is my mind a mess I feel like everything that happened in Huangdao Village was like a dream. Some fragments come to mind, but they don't connect.

When I was driving to that old man's house, I was still daydreaming, my mind full of only rings, my husband, and... a yellow dream.

What is Huangliang

"Brother, what is Huangliang" I asked.

"Huh Why are you speaking so formally Yellow rice isn't just millet, right Do you want to eat millet porridge Have something more nutritious, it's good for the child."

I touched my stomach and felt that the existence of these two children was natural, but I had no idea how it happened. I wanted to ask, but I didn't know what to ask.

The old man lived next to a temple in an old, crowded dormitory building. He told us that his daughter hadn't been returning home at night lately. At thirty years old, she was not only single but acted like a child.

And his wife has always had health issues, and she's constantly taking medication. Fortunately, both elders are retired employees of state-owned enterprises, and their retirement wages and insurance can support their livelihood.

The old man always had a good attitude, even when things were tough at home, he could smile and face them. In his spare time, he went to the park to practice tai chi and fishing, and he was also very kind and helpful.

But recently he felt incredibly unlucky. His wife was diagnosed with a uterine fibroid, and his daughter not only refused to help but also stayed out all night. Yesterday, he scolded his daughter, but she glared at him angrily, threatened to move out.

The old man was sad. This morning, he walked past our store and hesitated for a long time before coming in to find me.

"Most unsettled homes are due to problems with the house itself." I walked into his house and took a look around, helplessly asking, "Uncle, what sound is coming from your bathroom"

"The washroom" The old man walked to the front of the washroom and listened carefully for a long time, then said, "There's no sound at all..."

"Listen carefully again." I took out my small compass, the needle pointing towards the temple outside the window.

The old man listened again, but still didn't notice anything unusual.

There was a big bucket in his bathroom, full of water. The tap under the faucet was dripping, dropping little by little.

"Old man, this is called a blood-dripping omen. Don't you know" I pointed at the faucet.

"Scared! Miss, I trust you, but don't use some scary terms to frighten me." The old man glared at me and said, "This is clearly water. What dripping blood It sounds so dreadful!"

"...I'm not trying to scare you, this is truly a blood-curdling disaster."

Many people's houses leak water, using basins to catch it. The raindrops fall one by one, *dong dong dong* knocking on the bottom of the basin. This becomes a kind of bad energy that affects both the house and the human aura, but this situation doesn't happen every day, so the impact on people is not great.

But some families feel that intentionally loosening the faucet, letting the water drip drop by drop into a large bucket, without the meter running, saves them money!

I explained to him that dripping blood evil is a kind of voice evil. At light, it will cause financial loss, and at heavy, it will cause ominous events.

The old man listened, his heart pounding: "I didn't know there was such a saying... My family has been like this for decades..."

I put away my compass and pointed to the temple outside the window: "Old sir, this blood qi is just a small problem. The main issue with your house is that temple. You're on the first floor, close to the ground, with heavy dampness and qi. With the blood qi in your house as well, you are most affected."

"A temple! Doesn't the temple have bodhisattvas How could there still be problems!" The old man shook his head like a rattle.

"Have you heard of the *Guoke Sha* Temples have strong magnetic fields with constant streams of people coming and going, taking away the flow of Qi. Homes emphasize gathering Qi, but if too much Qi is taken away, it can lead to fatigue, poor health, and affect family relationships negatively. It can also attract restless spirits."

I hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's also because you have good fortune and have done many good deeds that your family hasn't had any major problems. You should either open up the front balcony and turn this area into a small food stall or something similar, or if you want to continue living here, you need to dispel the bad luck."

I saw that he was skeptical and could only conscientiously finish what I had to say: “Your family is tight on money, so I won't charge you for my trouble. If you want to resolve this, come to my shop at home and ask me to appease the evil spirits with a town-guarding charm.”

Anyway, my brother makes money just the same.

We packed up our things, and I wanted to walk over to the temple to take a look. My brother accompanied me as we strolled past. As we reached the temple gate, we saw a figure that looked somewhat familiar. He was wearing monk's robes and chatting with an incense-burner devotee.

"Damn, isn't that Huaiqing, the fake monk"

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