Chapter 38

Li Fu flattered Qi Yan all the way. Although Qi Yan seemed a little indifferent to him, he could not quench his enthusiasm.

After sending Qi Yan home, if it was not too late and worried about his family still in the hospital, Li Fu might have the cheek to stay close to Qi Yan. Yang Gang, who walked with him, was no better, but he had dealt with master Qi several times. He knew that the master was indifferent and didn't like talking too much nonsense, so he had to leave with Li Fu in the end.

After they respectfully said goodbye to master Qi, they walked out of the community and found that they were tense all over, almost not relieved from the tense mood just now.

"Lao Yang, you used to say that master Qi is capable. That's really a modest statement." Li Fu looked at Yang Gang with a solemn look around him. "It's not capable. It's against the sky."

"My heart is still covered." after today's incident, Li Fu knew that he underestimated master Qi's ability. "Master Qi is so young and has such ability. While he is not famous, we seize the opportunity to hold our thighs. After a period of time, even if we want to hold our thighs, we can't wait in line."

Their businessmen, even if they don't believe in gods, will be in awe. Awe is better than offense. How many rich people spend countless money to win the first high incense in the new year, and how many rich people spend a lot of money to temples or Taoist temples in order to have a good relationship with famous masters?

Like master Qi, a master who fights alone, has no studio and no peers, it is really rare in the field of emperor Feng Shui.

Qi Yan sent Li Fu and Yang Gang away. The whole man lay lazily in bed. He hasn't used so much spiritual power for a long time. He needs a good sleep.

He thought he was tired and would sleep until dawn all night, but in the middle of the night, he dreamed of the old man.

The old man knocked him on the head with an old feather duster and scolded, "sleep, sleep, you know sleep. Money has fallen from the sky, and you still don't pick it up."

"Pa!"

Qi Yan fell out of bed. He touched the head of the bed. It was 11:58 a.m. he turned his head and looked out of the window. The moonlight outside was incredibly bright. He couldn't help getting up, opening the French window and walking to the balcony.

Looking up at the sky, the beautiful moon hangs in the sky, and the soft moonlight spreads all over the earth, which is very cool and soft.

A breeze blew, the clouds in the sky dispersed, and the moon was blooming. The moon was as beautiful as the scene after PS in a fantasy film, blooming countless golden awns.

These golden awns, like the most beautiful golden thread in the world, fell on the earth. Some were absorbed by plants, some disappeared without a trace, and some disappeared before they fell on the ground.

Qi Yan looked at this magnificent scene. Before he could react, the gold wires flying around rushed frantically towards him, as if he had something special to attract them.

With countless gold wires pouring into his body, Qi Yan felt inexplicably comfortable all over his body. The whole person was dizzy and light, just like going to heaven.

But this feeling was just a flash. He quickly reacted. He sat down on the spot. No matter how cold the ground was, he directly began to call out the spiritual power in his body and use these gold wires to practice the martial arts.

If he guessed correctly, these gold wires are the once-in-60-year-old emperor Liujiang and the spirit of Yuehua, which can bring essence to plants and animals.

He had never heard that this kind of thing had an impact on human beings. How did these gold wires rush at him?

But no matter what the reason is, it's only good for him, not bad. Where will Qi Yan miss such a good opportunity.

The golden silk formed by the essence of Yuehua is still pouring towards Qi Yan. Qi Yan is wrapped in a piece of golden light and has been loved by God.

When Qi Yan finished his cultivation, it was already after five or six o'clock in the morning, the moon in the sky had long disappeared, and there was a faint dawn light in the east of the sky.

He got up from the ground, shook his arms and legs, and sat outside all night. He didn't feel sour or sleepy, but felt comfortable all over, like a massage.

In fact, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he noticed that his aura soared. Overnight, he seemed to have practiced for more than ten or twenty years.

No wonder the old man wanted to wake him up in his dream. It turned out that there was money in the sky. It was more valuable than gold ingots.

He forgot that today is the 15th day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar.

The 15th day of July in the lunar calendar is the day for the Chinese nation to sacrifice their ancestors. Of course, there is another saying on this day. This is the only day when ghosts can wander around the world.

So every day, many people will come to sparsely populated places to burn paper money for their deceased ancestors, lest they don't have enough money and be bullied by other ghosts.

The belief of Chinese people is very vague. Many people worship Buddha and immortals. They never care whether these immortals are a sect system or not. For most non believers, it is more peaceful to worship immortals, and they don't think much about anything else.

However, many Chinese people also have a characteristic. They maintain a sense of awe and worship for their ancestors in their hearts. Therefore, whether it is Qingming Festival, Zhongyuan Festival, or other important festivals, many people will not forget to pay homage to their ancestors. Even on the day of their death or birthday, they will go to offer incense and send a handful of flowers.

In Qi Yan's view, this is also the loveliness of the Chinese people, because they cherish the present, but also feel the feelings given to them by their elders. Perhaps it is precisely because of this feeling and persistence in the heart that the 5000 year excellent culture of this nation has not been cut off and will even continue to spread.

Qi Yan went out to buy some of the old man's favorite food and put it in front of the master's holy throne. After solemn three worships and nine taps, he picked the largest and reddest apple from the tribute plate, wiped it, sat on the futon and ate it.

"Old man, the fruit I bought for you today is the best and most expensive. I'm filial enough, apprentice," Qi Yan looked up at the cold Memorial, "the property in this community doesn't allow paper money. I can only give you some more incense. I made the incense myself. It's definitely better than the incense outside."

Speaking of this, Qi Yan swallowed the apple, went to the kitchen to wash his hands, and solemnly gave the master a few incense sticks.

"Alas, death is like a lamp out. Now I change fresh tributes for you every day, and you can't eat them. What a pity," Qi Yan smiled at the wooden card, revealing the dimple on his cheek, "When I was a child, you said that when I grew up, I would take you to the hotel every day. You said you couldn't figure it out and didn't work hard to live a few more years, otherwise you could let me take you to the hotel every day."

It was a pity to answer him, only the smoke curling up and the picture above the holy throne that kept smiling but could not speak.

Maybe he ate an apple on an empty stomach. Qi Yan felt his throat sour. He blinked at the old man in the picture and turned out of the room.

"Boss," Liang Feng went to Cen Baihe and whispered to him, "I just heard a gossip that master Qi seems to have solved the problem of hongliangshan."

"Hongliangshan?" Cen Baihe was stunned. He was not unfamiliar with the name, because this boundary was almost a place that many people could not move by default. Unexpectedly, someone actually moved this land, which also involved Qi Yan.

"It's not a rumor that there are dragon veins hidden in this underground. Whether it's true or false, if someone dares to move this land, it's also kind-hearted," Liang Feng said, shaking his head, "It's said that the boss invited several people, but they can't decide. It's master Qi who calmed down. Now many people are checking master Qi's identity. Maybe before long, master Qi will become one of the famous masters in the circle."

"Qian Qian is different from other masters," Cen Baihe signed his name on a document. "There's nothing to compare."

"Of course it's different. Master Qi is younger," Liang Feng didn't turn around the topic. "An employee left a message on the company forum saying that today is the Zhongyuan Festival. Can you not work overtime?"

"There are many people who work overtime at ordinary times?" Cen Baihe asked, "I thought the welfare of our company was very good."

Liang Feng smiled and didn't answer. In fact, their company's welfare is really good in the industry, but no company can be spared from overtime, unless the company's situation is not very good and the employees have nothing to do.

Just then, cen Baihe's cell phone rang. When he saw the caller ID, his expression softened unconsciously.

"Qian Qian," Cen Baihe put down his pen, got up and went to the window, with a smile on his eyes, "OK, I'll come to you later."

After hanging up the phone, cen Baihe turned to Liang Feng and said, "notice, all employees don't have to work overtime tonight, let them go home early." then he turned off the computer, "I'll go first."

Liang Feng looked at the back of the boss who hurried away. Recently, he was used to this situation. He shrugged his shoulders, bowed his head and sent the good news to the personnel department with his mobile phone.

So soon on the microblog, some employees showed off their company's benefits, saying that the boss was afraid of them going home, and specially stressed that they should go home early and not let them work overtime. Of course, the focus was how much the boss cared about them and how handsome the boss was.

This microblog has aroused the envy, jealousy and hatred of countless netizens, and some even went to find out which company the employee belongs to.

When they found out who the boss of the company was, the person who knew the inside story was silent. This was Cen Wuye, whom countless people couldn't afford to offend.

Some curious netizens don't understand why these insiders are so secretive. They don't get any useful information from these people. However, there are too many interesting news on the Internet. They turn around and forget this. Those who know don't dare to talk indiscriminately. Soon, this little splash disappeared without trace.

Sitting in a spacious and comfortable car, Qi Yan said to Cen Baihe, "put out your hand and I'll give you a good thing."

CEN Baihe stretched out his hand and asked, "is this good thing I can see?" Qian Qian had asked him to stretch out his hand twice. Each time he said to give him something, but every time he didn't know what money gave him. However, every time he stretched out his hand, his body would be much better, which made him wonder whether money really gave him a very precious thing.

"Do you want to see?" Qi Yan looked up at Cen Baihe. Seeing that the other party seemed to really want to see, he stretched out his hand and nodded on his forehead.

At this moment, Qi Yan put his hand in the palm of Cen Baihe.

CEN Baihe saw Qi Yan's palm suddenly burst out of gold wires. After winding around his hand for several times, these gold wires disappeared in his palm.

"What's this?" Cen Baihe and Qi Yan took back their hands and shook their empty hands. He obviously felt a lot easier on himself.

"It's a good thing once in 60 years," Qi Yan guessed right. Although ordinary people can't absorb emperor Liujiang, he can send emperor Liujiang into other people's bodies. "I specially saved it for you."

Looking at the boss talking seriously with master Qi, the bodyguard felt that his three outlooks were a little broken.

"Thank you." Cen Baihe smiled, with obvious pleasure in his voice, "you just said to take me to a place. Do you start now?"

"Go now," Qi Yan looked at the time, "go early and return early."

"Where is the location?"

"Hongliangshan."

The villagers of Hongliang village are very frustrated recently because they heard that the tourism development project will be put on hold, which makes them feel a little difficult to accept. However, after hearing that although the developers did not continue to develop the mountain, they would still pay the contract fee for 20 years, they were immediately happy again. It felt like they had paid nothing, but they got a sum of money in vain. How can they think and how cost-effective.

When Qi Yan appeared at the foot of the mountain with Cen Baihe and two bodyguards, he found that the atmosphere here was much warmer. He pointed to the waist of the mountain and said to Cen Baihe, "let's go there."

The bodyguard hesitated to take a look at the boss. The mountain is very inaccessible. The boss has an extraordinary identity. In case

"OK, you two wait for me at the foot of the mountain." Cen Baihe followed Qi Yan and stepped on the mountain path. Listening to the birds singing here, he took a deep breath, "the air here is very good."

"The air here is not good, but there is plenty of aura and vitality," Qi Yan continued to go up, but he intended to cooperate with Cen Baihe, who is not too healthy, and the speed of climbing the mountain is very slow. "It's good for your health to stay here."

Hearing this, cen Baihe's heart was like soaking in a hot spring.

Today, no mountain spirit was angry. They walked all the way very smoothly. Qi Yan went to the lame table he used yesterday and took out a incense to light it: "Qi Yan visits again. Please see God."

When the breeze blew, cen Baihe, who was opened by Qi Yan, saw that a lot of green light spots suddenly appeared around him. These green light spots shuttle through the woods, reminding him of the earth where everything recovers after the spring rain, full of vitality and hope.

"Thank God." Qi Yan turned his head and looked at Cen Baihe around him. "I don't want anything else. I just want God to give him a chance of life."

The green light spots danced more fiercely. Cen Baihe saw them around Qi Yan. It seemed to be talking to him and attached to him. At this time, Qi Yan was full of gold, and these crazy flying green dots quieted down.

After a few minutes or so, as if after a long time, cen Baihe saw these green spots flying away again, and Qi Yanchao worshipped the mountain again.

"Thank God." Qi Yan opened his palm and a green light appeared in his palm. Before Cen Baihe reacted, he saw Qi Yan beat the light into his chest with his backhand.

"Money?" Cen Baihe looked around suspiciously, "what's going on?"

"This is the gift of thanks from the mountain god," Qi Yan smiled and looked at these green dots on his body. "I did him a favor yesterday and he gave me a favor."

Everyone thought he was helping Li Fu. Only he knew that he was helping the mountain god.

As the pollution becomes more and more serious, Shanling has become weaker and weaker. If there were no dragon blessing underground, he would have dissipated between heaven and earth.

Qi Yan asked Li Fu to establish his view of God yesterday in order to increase human belief in the mountain spirit, so that it can continue to stay in this place and guard the creatures in the mountains and... The humans at the foot of the mountain who no longer believe in his existence.

The mountain spirit still remembers that a young child was lost in the mountains a long time ago. After he deliberately led the child out of the mountain, the child's family came to the mountain to burn incense and kneel down. The child he saved often came to worship him. He still remembers that he let countless hungry humans and animals find delicious food on him. He was afraid that these animals and humans would be unprotected after he died.

How could Qi Yan bear to tell Shanling that the children he had saved had already died or were old; Now that humans have mobile phones and positioning systems, adults will no longer be willing to let children play alone, let alone lack food.

The mountain spirit's mood is simple. It's almost his instinct to protect the creatures under its jurisdiction. Therefore, he will be so angry when he finds that someone wants to invade this land.

"Let's go back." Qi Yan bowed to the mountain and turned to Cen Baihe with a smile: "I want to eat qianweiju's food."

"OK." Cen Baihe's eyes have returned to normal. He can't see the flying green dots or the breath of Qi Yan. But blowing the mixed mountain wind and smelling the fragrance of plants and trees, he thought he might understand why money should intervene in this matter.

Because money has a gentle heart that others can't understand.

The speed of the two people down the mountain was not fast. Cen Baihe looked at Qi Yan beside him and couldn't help asking, "money, why do you want the mountain god to give me life?"

"Because you need it," Qi Yan reached out and touched the trunk of a roadside tree. "My master told me that he would live a long life."

CEN Baihe was silent, just because he needed it, so he gave it to him?

He reached out and touched his fast beating heart. It turned out that this was the feeling of being sincerely treated by his friends

Qi Yan saw that Cen Baihe stretched out his hand to cover his chest. He thought he was unwell. He was worried and asked, "is there anything uncomfortable?"

Looking at his concerned eyes, cen Baihe slightly looked away, shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

Qian Qian's eyes are really good-looking, black and white, bright and clear, which makes him want to see more and feel embarrassed to see more.

In order to change the topic, cen Baihe touched his hot ear tip: "your master must be a great master."

Qi Yan's mind showed the image of an old man. He was sloppy and untidy. He loved to expose the tricks of the divine stick when he had nothing to do. When they were alone, the old man was too lazy to move a finger. They often had conflicts about who to cook.

In this way, the old man doesn't seem to have much to do with "extraordinary".

He smiled, nodded and said to Cen Baihe, "well, my master is the 22nd generation leader of Tianyi family."

"Who is the 23rd generation leader?"

"I..."

Seeing Qi Yan's head held high, cen Baihe smiled and said, "your school is really powerful. It has been passed on for so many years."

Qi Yan laughed and didn't tell Cen Baihe that these were dictated by his master. He hadn't seen any information about the school before the 22nd generation.

In view of the old man's criminal record of boasting, Qi Yan suspects that this is the old man's nonsense. He may not be the 23rd generation disciple of Tianyi school, but the second generation.

However, when his master blows the cow, the apprentice should continue to help him blow it on his knees. Who calls him so filial and considerate.

Shua

Shua

When Qi Yan and Cen Baihe talked and laughed and walked out of the mountain forest, the leaves fluttered and the fresh wind blew people relaxed and happy. Qi Yanchao waved his hand behind him, "bye."

The wind soon stopped. Qi Yan pulled his hair scattered by the wind and continued to walk forward with a smile.

When he was about to get on the bus, he saw a large truck pulling construction materials. After the car stopped, the driver worshipped the mountain head with a pious and awe expression.