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A pot of sake and a bouquet of peach blossoms can listen to the wind and snow all night long.

Spend your time with him.

An old courtyard, a corner of broken tiles, white grass and yellow sand.

Scattered to the ends of the earth, good fortune.

Immortals, ghosts, and demons have reincarnation and some do not.

We have become strangers on different roads, and looking back on the past is like smoke.

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In the twelfth lunar month of winter in the capital, the north wind was blowing through my bones.

In the past, Nanshi was filled with lively hawking sounds from morning to night, but now there are only a few scattered shops left. There were very few pedestrians passing by on the street, and if they happened to meet one, they would keep their heads down and hurry home. The soldiers guarding the city at Zhengyang Gate stamped their feet and checked the documents of people entering the city, but they were thinking that it would be great if the wine shop they often went to was still open. They would have to have a drink soon to warm themselves up.

Going against the flow of people entering the city, I saw a tall figure running toward the outskirts of the city. The soldier sniffed, looked at the man's retreating back, and snorted, "Weird guy."

This strange man was facing the strong wind, and the band in his hair was blown loudly, but he didn't care. He didn't stop until he reached the door of an ancient temple.

This ancient temple is the Chenghuang Temple in Beijing. It is located three miles away from the suburbs of Beijing. It has red walls and tiles and cornices. The man looked up at the three gilded characters on the plaque at the door and thought for a long time. It seemed like he was sure he was in the right place, but he seemed to have finally made up his mind. Anyway, after a moment, he took out his right hand which was hidden in his sleeve to avoid the cold, lifted up the hem of his robe, raised his left foot and walked into the temple nimbly.

In the middle hall of the main hall of the temple sits the statue of the City God, dressed in imperial attire, examining the good and evil in the world. Behind the dragon tents on the left and right sides of the desk, there are black and white impermanence, waiting to eliminate poison and punish evil. He was the only one in the hall at this time, and it was so empty that there was a sense of solemnity in the underworld.

He took out three sticks of incense from beside the confession, lit it under the evergreen lamp, bowed three times to the City God upright, respectfully inserted the incense into the incense burner, and then turned around and entered the left hall.

The left hall is dedicated to Guanyin and Confucius. After he paid three obeisances to Guanyin as usual, he walked to and stood in front of the statue of Confucius. Gently flicking the dust from his robes all the way

he slowly said: "Since we said goodbye, we have reunited. I have shared my dreams with you several times..."

Before waiting, After he finished reciting, a clear female voice continued: "There are only a few silver photos left tonight, as if we are in a dream."

The woman walked out from behind the statue of Confucius and stood ten steps away from him. From a distance, she carefully looked at the person who had matched the code words between her and her lover. This man was dressed in a blue-black robe, with a long beard and a high crown. His face was dusty and his eyes were clear. Although she could not tell the age of this man, the woman was certain that she had never met him before.

The man saluted the woman politely, "May I ask if this girl is the second young lady of the Fang family in the capital?"

The woman slowly bowed and returned the salute, "I have seen you in Yuanhe, but I don't know how he is doing. "What's your name?"

"I'm Wu Fan, I've been entrusted by someone, and I still want to give you something." The man said and took out a red brocade bag from his arms, took three steps forward and put it on the table. After sitting on the table, he returned to his original position.

Fang Yuanhe was startled when he heard this. She was not like a lady from a famous family at first. She quickly stepped forward and grabbed the brocade bag. A pearl earring rolled onto the table with a crisp sound.

Wu Fan discovered at this moment that the woman only wore a pearl earring on her right ear, which was the same pair as the one lying quietly on the table. < /p>

When Wu Fan heard the sound, he knew that the woman must be feeling bitter in her heart at this moment, and couldn't help but nodded, "There is another sentence to tell the girl, 'All the flowers have fallen, and from now on things are only left to the girl's decision.'"

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"Sure enough," Miss Fang's eyes were full of tears after hearing this, but she held on with her breath and managed not to shed a single tear, "Sure enough, if we stop learning, we have finally reached this point. Mr. Wu, Yuanhe has one more thing to ask. It has been five days since I left home. I guess the Mo family will have a funeral in the next few days."

Wu Fan frowned, really worried. No, how did this girl Fang know about the new funeral in Mo Mansion after she had been hiding in the temple for five days, but she still replied, "Today."

Fang Yuanhe staggered a step. Kneeling straight in front of Wu Fan, Wu Fan subconsciously reached out to stop him, but due to the defense between men and women, he could only endure it.

"The Fang family and the Mo family are old friends. For this reason, Yuanhe and Xuezhi grew up together since childhood, and their love has already been deeply rooted. Now that we are in this situation, it is not that Xuezhi has failed me, but God has a lover. I am afraid that I have to trouble my husband to offer incense for the deceased. Yuanhe has made up his mind and will not let Xuezhi wait for long."

Wu Fan is a loyal man. , I never expected that things would be so complicated. He looked at Fang Yuanhe who was kneeling in front of him, blood dripping from his right hand holding the earring, and after hesitation he agreed.

Seeing Wu Fan agree, Fang Yuanhe finally stood up slowly while holding on to the desk, with a wry smile on his lips, and bowed again, "Thank you, sir."

Wu Fan turned around to leave, but turned around and blurted out a sentence that the person who asked him to do the work had not told him: "The two elders of the Fang family thought about the girl's safety and asked her to return home as soon as possible."

Three days ago, Qushui Wan received a letter. The old man of Mo Mansion in the capital suddenly fell ill and passed away. Wu Fan's master was invited to visit the Yin Mansion. The letter's words are sincere, and a hint of toughness is revealed upon careful reading. Regardless of the fact that Mr. Mo was once the prime minister of the dynasty, just because Mo Mansion was kind to Wu Fan's master, this line of work is inevitable.

Wu Fan stood in the courtyard and looked through the window at his master's back under the candlelight all night long. Finally, before the dew fell, he said loudly: "Let me make this trip for master." ."

His master opened the door, looked at Wu Fan kneeling in front of him, and sighed: "You don't understand the reason between me and Mo Mansion. That's all. How can I let you bear the sins I have done again?"

"Master is wrong." Wu Fan raised his head and said firmly: "Master cannot violate the laws of nature. We have to repay the favor. But for Wu Fan, the Mo family is just like any family we have seen in recent years. Wu Fan just acts according to the rules, but his family can't say anything."

< p>After arriving in the capital yesterday, Wu Fan was taken to the Mo family's ancestral grave that night.

As expected by the master, and just as Wu Fan guessed, the uncle of the Mo family quietly pulled Wu Fan aside and said, "Your master picked this piece of land for my Mo family fifty years ago. This geomantic treasure is said to bring blessings to our ancestors and grandchildren for three generations."

"Old Master Mo's family has a high official rank. All the brothers of your generation, Mr. Mo, can be said to be the nobles of the dynasty. What the master saw back then was not wrong." Wu Fan was a little confused.

"Yes, this is correct," the uncle of the Mo family frowned slightly and unconsciously turned the ring on his left hand, "But your master also pointed out that there is only one thing in this ghost house that is not right. Okay, that’s my room, I’m afraid it will be the last one.”

Hearing this, Wu Fan took another closer look. The Feng Shui line of the entire ancestral tomb of the Mo family, starting from the time of Mrs. Mo, abruptly turned past the main room and was subdivided into two sections to reach the second and third rooms. The land allocated for the big house happens to be next to the sidewalk, so people who come and go will inevitably trample on it. In this way, blessings cannot be gathered together, and the earth's energy cannot be suppressed, but will be hurt by it, which is indeed not good.

Seeing the change in Wu Fan's expression, Mr. Mo knew that he had also noticed something was wrong, and then said: "Your master also looked for many other places back then, but none of them were as good for an official career as this one. My old man believed in your master's words about the three generations of blessings, but he told me not to believe in the heirs. Although our big house is not as prosperous as other houses, I still have a son named Quanzi. Zhi, who has been smart and studious since he was a child, is gentle and polite, and is much more well-behaved than the other children. He is also the most loved and valued by the old man. But now, it is my only son who has caused the changes in the family."

< p>It turned out that Mo Xuezhi had a good relationship with the second lady of the Fang family, another well-known family in the capital. It was a good thing that they were well-matched and loved each other, but when the two families were discussing about getting engaged, Mo Xuezhi became impetuous. This year was the time when the Enke exam started every three years. Seeing that Mo Xuezhi had no intention of studying, Mr. Mo, who had high hopes for him, was anxious. He discussed with the Fang family and simply postponed the engagement. After all, the two young people were still young, so they were so frightened that they imitated the story in the play and decided to elope. When Mo Xuezhi was about to leave, he happened to meet Master Mo who came to ask about his homework, but he was blocked. Master Mo was furious and locked Xuezhi in the room after beating him. Xuezhi was young and vigorous, but when he saw that there was no hope of elopement, he immediately hung himself from the rafters. Fortunately, the boy found out in time and saved him. But when the news of the hangings reached Mr. Mo, who had been ill in bed for a long time, he became so angry that he died of anger without even mentioning it.

"Alas, my family is unfortunate. I am also a sensible child, but somehow I got obsessed and did such a thing. Now, he has been kneeling in mourning hall for nearly three days. I can't help but want to atone for my sins. I can't help but think of what this person said, and I feel even more uncomfortable. If my only son causes trouble again, as your master said, one day he will die. The sky is gone..." The uncle of the Mo family choked and said: "So, I wanted to invite your master to come here this time to see if there is any solution, but I wonder if you..."

Wu Fan is now here Of course, looking around, there is no way to solve this problem, but I'm afraid you have to borrow the feng shui of other houses. This must be the reason for Master's hesitation. To change or not to change is to win or lose. It is really impossible to make a choice.

"My master did not make a career out of this. He visited the ghost house for the Mo Mansion fifty years ago because of the kindness of Mr. Mo. Since then, he has never left Qushui Bay. Ten years ago After I became a disciple, Master gradually went out more and more in order to teach by words and deeds. I think what Master often said to me can be used by you now. "Wu Fan raised his head and looked around. The moon was as dark as paint and the night was as flat as the curtain. "Although things in the world are unpredictable, our destiny is determined. We can only do our best and obey the destiny."

The uncle of the Mo family stood in silence in front of his ancestral grave for a long time, with half a lifetime of hope and helplessness entangled in his eyes. In the end, he finally A piece of desolation overflowed from the corner of his eyes, "Actually, when your master refused to come, I expected this result. Although I don't know whether you are unwilling to help me or unable to help, it seems that I have no choice but to accept my fate. Now Looking back at the past ten years of paranoid struggle, it is like a worm shaking a tree. It is ridiculous in the eyes of others, but sad in my heart. I just don’t know whether I should thank God for his destiny or my ancestors for their consideration when my son reaches the end of his road. They carefully chose this path for us!"

"Master Mo has already said that the deceased has passed away..."

"That's all," the uncle of the Mo family waved his hand. Wu Fan cut off his words and said, "My rebellious son is going to live or die, so I will let him go. However, the second young lady of the Fang family is a good girl, and she must not delay her any longer. After this incident, Xuezhi has come to understand. I can tell you frankly about the place where he met the second lady and the tokens. I discussed with the Fang family and it would be inappropriate no matter which family they picked up. It's more transparent than us. So, I would like to trouble you to go to the Chenghuang Temple in the suburbs of Beijing tomorrow and return the token."

Wu Fan found that this arrangement was a bit inappropriate.

But the uncle of the Mo family did not give Wu Fan a chance to refuse. He waved his hand and said, "If Miss Fang is willing to go home, it will be a great thing for both public and private purposes. Therefore, this Please don’t refuse anymore." Three days later, Wu Fan woke up from his coma. In the past few days, he felt that sometimes he seemed to be sealed in ice, sometimes as if he was roasted on the fire, his body ached and his bones ached, as if he had been walking in an endless hell. Now, his eyes were still blurred with blood, and he was sure that he was still alive. He vaguely recognized a thin figure beside the bed. He could not clearly see the person's face and clothing. He could only guess and asked: "Excuse me, this girl..."

Who is it? Unexpectedly, the girl suddenly became furious and shouted, "Which of your eyes saw that I am a girl!!"

Wu Fan heard this statement from a loud but obviously young voice, and immediately Knowing that he had made a joke, he quickly apologized: "My eyes cannot see clearly due to an accident. Please forgive me if I am offended."

The room fell silent for a moment. Wu Fan looked around, but no matter how hard he tried to identify it, he couldn't find the boy. He could only rely on his memory and bow to the place where the young man stood just now: "Wu Fan, thank you for saving your life. Because of me, you have been troubled a lot. One day, I will definitely repay you."

But the young man But the voice floated from a distance: "I really can't see you."

Wu Fan followed the young man's voice and expected that the man had walked to the door. It turned out that I was wrong again. He lowered his eyes to suppress the turbulent emotions in his heart and bowed his hands again.

After a long time, another unfamiliar voice came, light and vaguely soft, with only three words, "What a pity..."

Later, Wu Fan He learned that the short boy whom he initially mistakenly thought was a girl was named Do Kyung-soo. Kyungsoo is attentive and enthusiastic, and he is the one who makes soups and applies medicine on weekdays. For more than seven or eight hours a day, he was with Wu Fan. He often tells Wu Fan some interesting stories that are spread in the streets to pass the time.

But ever since he learned that Wu Fan was a Feng Shui master, he often pestered Wu Fan to tell stories about strange powers and chaos. However, Wu Fan has not talked much since he was a child. After becoming a teacher, he realized how heavy his words were to others. After a sentence went around in his heart, he only uttered one or two in the end. Character. As a result, when Wu Fan told stories, he felt particularly dull. In the end, even Do Kyung-soo, who was so curious that he could make out ten scenes in one sentence, couldn't listen anymore.

The other boy’s temperament is completely opposite to that of Do Kyung-soo. Except for applying a gauze soaked in medicine to his eyes three times a day, he never said a word and never stayed in the house for a long time. If Zeng hadn't heard the words "It's a pity" so clearly, Wu Fan would have really doubted whether this young man had a similar experience to him.

The appearance of the boy was a rare moment of peace for Wu Fan in the day. At that time, even the nagging Do Kyung-soo would be silent. The potion he used was very unique. It didn't have the dry and bitter smell of ordinary decoctions. Instead, it was as bland as ordinary well water, with a slightly fragrant aroma.

One day, when the boy took off his gauze scarf, Wu Fan blurted out "Thank you." The boy's voice of packing things suddenly stopped, but soon returned to normal, and left without saying a word in reply. Do Kyung-soo tried to smooth things over and said, "Don't worry about him being a prostitute!" Wu Fan recalled that he often heard the unscrupulous playfulness between the young man and Do Kyung-soo coming from outside the porch, laughing silently without comment.

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