What kind of person is Fat Uncle’s master? Well, let’s just say that.

Rogue + old ruffian + Feng Shui master + travel enthusiast + historian + old man with over-intelligent mind = old Taoist priest.

What a simple and easy-to-understand formula, everything is clear.

From the mountains to the Jiushi Bureau, Fat Uncle's master has studied the characteristics of the Pangqiuji for a long time. Although he has not found a way to crack the array alone, he has seen other things.

"Bu Jiuqian is a move to reduce one's life. If you don't lose your life, you will die suddenly on the spot."

This is some information about the Jiushi Bureau, recorded by Master Fat.

The reason why the Japanese army was able to create the Jiushi Bureau is very simple, that is, it is because there are traitors.

If our Chinese warlock had not intervened, I would have been left to the Japanese army to break their heads and would have been unable to create the Jiushi Bureau.

This kind of formation is something that is against the will of heaven and is powerful. Whether it is used to suppress grievances or to use it as his own, it is not an exaggeration to describe the role of formation as awesome to heaven.

Of course, if you want to get something, you have to pay something.

It is necessary to die suddenly after the formation is formed. Wanting to escape safely is like ascending to heaven. From ancient times to the present, no one has been able to escape unscathed after the nine-way bureau is arranged.

When people see this, perhaps someone is confused. Are traitors all fools? If the Japanese army asked them to commit suicide, they would do it and commit suicide?

Is it possible?

Answer, very likely.

Perhaps modern people cannot understand what "threat" is.

If your boss threatens you with fire, that's nothing.

Your partner threatens you with divorce, that's nothing.

The real threat is to use the lives of other people's family members to threaten others. Judging from the cruel character of the Japanese army, this is very likely to happen.

You don't plan to commit suicide?

OK, then I will kill your family. I will chop someone's head in a second. Do you want to try it?

After the layout is completed, I will let your family go. You will regard it as serving the emperor and protecting your family’s glory and wealth.

After taking a set of coercion and temptation, some traitors would rather die than surrender, while others could only surrender helplessly.

Whether it is obedience or refusal to obey, the results obtained by the Japanese army will not be perfect.

People's hearts are separated from their belly. If you are so obscene to others, can you guarantee that others won't obscene to you?

It is true that it is a very smart idea to use the Jiushi Bureau to induce the earthly energy to provide treasures.

But it is right to keep a baby, and she didn't run away from protecting her baby. But what if the Japanese army wants to get the baby away in the future?

If there is no switch in the game, it is impossible for people to go in and out as they go in and out. If you want to go in and get things, you must break the game before you can enter.

In the eyes of Master Fat Uncle, there are only a few people who can break the Jiushima game. These people are all in the camp of the Great China. Japan wants to cancel the Jiushima game and get the treasure? Go dreaming.

Breaking the Jiushi Bureau is a really technical job, and it is even more difficult than arranging the Jiushi Bureau!

"It's because of this that the little Japanese can't move the treasure?" I suddenly became confused and thought to myself, why didn't the Japanese take the treasure back to China as soon as possible?

Could it be that Yelang is really arrogant. The Japanese army thinks that China is in its pocket and there is nothing to be afraid of?

It is impossible. The Japanese army is definitely not a fool. If they were a fool, then would China be bullied for so many years?

Thinking of this, I continued to look down and my mind became even more confused.

"Or, if Baoliu is gone, the energy of the earth will disappear? How strange, how strange, it is unclear and not clear."

This sentence is the last sentence after the map, the first sentence is a question, and the second sentence is an exclamation.

To make it clear, Uncle Fat’s master didn’t think about what was going on.

(A long time later, Uncle Fat talked to me about this. He said that there must be Japanese talented people in the Japanese army at that time. Although the national borders are different, there are still some similarities in metaphysics. Maybe the Japanese talented people are very familiar with Chinese metaphysics. Only when they know that there is such a thing, would they come up with ideas to let Chinese sorcerers help the Japanese army build the Jiushi Bureau.)

"I've been sleeping and studying again and I've stayed up late." I yawned and put the map back on the table. When I was about to go back to the inner room to sleep, Hai Dongqing suddenly came back, carrying two bags of food in his left hand, and throwing the key to me with his right hand, walked over with a depressed face and sat at the table.

"Why did you come back for so long?" I asked curiously.

"I said the wrong address." Hai Dongqing sighed.

Without his explanation, I instantly understood the whole story.

The door number outside the wreath shop is forty, but because I haven't seen it for a long time, the cross behind is basically invisible, and you can see a four.

Hai Dongqing is sometimes confused. He knows that it is number 40, but it is estimated that as soon as he goes out, he checks the door number and then...

"No. 4, there are many stops away from us." Hai Dongqing sighed again, put the food on the table, opened the lunch box and the disposable plate used for packaging, and waved to me: "Eat some, then rest, you're hungry."

I nodded and couldn't help but sigh: "Can you still be stupid?"

Hai Dongqing was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything, as if he was answering me with his eyes: No.

When we were having a meal, the living room was very quiet. Uncle Fat was probably tired. It was rare that he didn't have a "midnight snack" with us. He went back to the inner room to sleep, and his snoring sound was so impressive.

I didn't talk to the birdman, and I just ate quietly.

The reason why he doesn't speak is because he doesn't eat or sleep, and he feels that speaking will delay his meal speed.

And I am...

"What is this broken place..." I silently looked at the bronze statue not far away in front of me, and there was no other content in my mind except for doubts.

I have never studied this thing since I came back from Fengtian Mansion until now. No matter how I look at it, I think it is a thing that fools Emperor Kangxi. I can live forever with a bronze statue, and I don’t have such a fantasy to write about fantasy.

But...the Emperor and Kangxi shouldn't be so stupid, right?

When I looked at the bronze statue again, I was a little helpless.

The workmanship of the portrait is indeed undeniable. Although there are rust, the old man in a cloth still looks vivid and sits cross-legged in a very natural way. His left hand covers his knees and his right hand is held high, as if he is holding something.

"What do you think he is holding?" I stuffed a piece of grilled fish into my mouth, ate two more bites of rice with the side dishes in the grilled fish, and asked with my mouth: "This broken place seems to be round and has marks."

Haidong Qing ate without raising his head and replied, "Well, it's round. I just saw it, the cylindrical cutter and the thickness of chopsticks."

"By the way, there is no grilled fish nearby. Where did you order takeout?"

"When I came back, I saw a grilled fish shop in the car that was open all night and wrote down the phone."

"My grass?! Don't you have a bad memory?!"

"Well, sometimes it's good, sometimes it's not good."

The ability of foodies is always so unfathomable. As a veteran foodie, Hai Dongqing has already expressed his awesome side to the fullest.

According to him, after the car got off the airport expressway, it almost flashed past the grilled fish shop on the side of the road. In just one or two seconds, he forced his phone number down...

To be honest, it was really a pity that he wouldn't help me with the college exam.

When I was in college, at the end of the semester, I memorized one set of answers, and I didn’t necessarily have to recite a few of them if I had a big head and back...

"Everything is ready, everything you need to use will be shipped to Guiyang tomorrow morning." Hai Dongqing suddenly said.

I was stunned for a moment and asked, "How do you know I decided to leave?"

"Uncle Fat is a good person and doesn't pursue anything he wants. Finally, he has something he wants to do. How can you not help him?" Hai Dongqing's tone was unquestionable, and I smiled.

I smiled and buried my head in eating: "I have some eyesight, it's good."

"When will we leave?"

"Let's go in a few days, September 5th."

"OK."

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August 30, 2007.

Zhou Yan came to the door with a kitchen knife to seek revenge but failed. In desperation, he had to invite me to dinner to calm me down. The incident of my escape on the day of his blind date was written off and he never mentioned it again.

I believe this has nothing to do with the watermelon knife I was holding when I opened the door.

(Is that a fight with me? Don’t you know if you are prepared or not? You are too young!)

August 31, 2007.

Zhang Qinghai and Xie Tianhe came to the door at the same time, saying that they were asking me to help them see Feng Shui.

Can I understand Feng Shui?

Can I let go of the opportunity to make money?

Just because I thought so, I pushed Uncle Fatty out. During the afternoon and night, Uncle Fatty's card had 133,332 yuan more yuan, or two 66,000 yuan.

I have to say that people who can read Feng Shui really can't starve to death, and they can make money casually.

September 1, 2007.

At the invitation of Zhou Yan, I walked with him and went back to university.

Looking at the instructor who was still full of vulgar smiles, Zhou Yan and I stood fifty meters away from him and yelled for three minutes, "Director Li, are you so mad?!"

I planned to yell for an hour and a half to celebrate a happy holiday for him (the legendary school opening festival), but in the end we were still unable to defeat God's will, and the three security guards carried us out.

September 2, 2007.
To be continued...