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Thinking of this, Linghu Lan couldn't help but sigh inwardly. In the game of love, even though Ming Xiao had the chance to be reborn, he still couldn't beat Jiang Fu.
Jiang Fu is not to be underestimated.
After finishing all this, Linghu Lan sent a message to her father, Chen, and then took the egg and set off by car for Kunwu Mountain.
She really wanted to leave by plane, but with an egg in her hand, she couldn't get through security...
After three or four days of swaying and bumping on the bus, we finally arrived at Kunwu Mountain.
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Kunwu Mountain.
Soaring into the clouds.
At this time of year, there are many tourists coming and going, and many people come here to escape the summer heat.
As soon as I got off the tour bus on Linghulan Road, people surrounded me and asked if I needed a tour guide.
Linghu Lan thought for a moment, found a tour guide who seemed clever, and together they took the cable car up the mountain. When they reached a place where there was no cable car, they walked up the mountain.
The tour guide, named Ba Hai, had originally planned to give a thorough introduction to the famous historical sites and myths along the way, but this tourist was not cooperating at all and just kept walking forward with her head covered. Ba Hai thought for a moment and said, "Miss Chen, you're not here for tourism, are you?"
Linghu Lan laughed, "How did you figure that out?"
Batu grinned and said, "We tour guides have seen all kinds of tourists. Seeing that you don't seem to care about the scenery around you at all, we know you're not here for tourism. You must have something else to do."
What do I look like to do?
“Every year, we have all sorts of people here who come to collect medicinal herbs, independent travelers, people who come to look at feng shui, and people who come to dig for treasures.”
"Feng shui masters come here too? What's the point of doing feng shui here? Do you really want to be buried here? The country won't allow it!"
“Miss Chen, you don’t know this.” Batu smiled憨憨地, but his eyes gleamed with cunning. “The country does not allow it, and cremation is the only option now. But money makes the world go round, and the urn needs a place to be placed. Rich people buy a cemetery plot and bury them there. The richer and more particular people find a place with good feng shui. And those who are even more particular, though not emperors or generals, still have the wealth of royalty and can find a dragon vein to bury them on. The best dragon vein in the world is Kunwu Mountain, so in recent years, many wealthy people have hired a feng shui master to find a treasure site on Kunwu Mountain to bury their ashes, believing it will bring blessings to their descendants. Everyone has their own way of living and their own way of dying, don’t you think?”
Linghu Lan couldn't help but laugh. There are 360 professions, and every profession can produce an expert. Ba Hai is definitely a master at bluffing among tour guides.
"So, according to you, where do they usually bury people?"
Ba Hai pointed to the mountain peaks to the north and said, "See that? That's Xiaoye Peak. Feng shui masters say it's a golden dragon with extremely strong dragon energy. There's Tianlun Lianchi next to it, which gathers wind and water, and can bring wealth and protect wealth. Below it are Daye Peak and Yulong Peak, which are the first to benefit from it. With the help of friends, the fortune is extremely strong. Further down, you'll encounter the Munan River. Going against the current and not following the tide will bring even more wealth. In short, eight out of ten feng shui masters I bring lead people to Xiaoye Peak."
Linghu Lan looked at Xiaoye Peak; indeed, its majestic and graceful form exuded an aura of peace and tranquility. She thought for a moment and said, "You even understand feng shui?"
"Haha, no, that's not it."
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