From the perspective of Feng Shui, Shanghai is not the number one Feng Shui treasure place in China.

The city of Beijing is stable and peaceful.

Zhongshan dragon and pan, Nanjing city with stones and tigers.

Guangzhou City, where thousands of miles of dragon veins merge into the Pearl River.

The city of Xi'an is surrounded by eight rivers and locked by dragons.

The city of Chengdu that looks like evil but is actually dancing with golden sands.

None of these cities are inferior to Shanghai in terms of Feng Shui, but no one can deny that Shanghai is a very popular city that has sprung up out of thin air and has been prosperous for hundreds of years.

Huangpu River under sunset.

Su Dong sat down along the stone steps by the river and stared at the slowly flowing river.

Even at the age of ten, Su Dong gave people a very strange feeling.

People around him came and went, cried and laughed, hugged and hugged each other, as if they had nothing to do with him.

His eyes were only attracted by the unremarkable river water. Even the bustling Pudong across the river could not interest Su Dong at all.

He fumbled for half a box of crumpled cigarettes from his pocket, Su Dong took out one in his hand, and put the remaining half of the box intact back into his pocket.

With two fingers, Su Dong pinched off the filter skillfully.

Everyone knows that the filter is used to filter tar and nicotine. Without the filter, the spicy cigarettes will inevitably become harsh to the throat. Unexpectedly, the young Su Dong has such a weird taste.

Then Su Dong magically took out a box of matches.

Some people say that real smokers would never bother using a lighter, because the chemical smell of liquefied gas is extremely inconsistent with the original mellow aroma of cigarettes. Only those who really understand cigarettes will understand the importance of matches to cigarettes.

The strong smell of unfiltered cigarettes also made Su Dong feel satisfied. However, at a young age, he was like an old smoker, taking the last puff of the cigarette before reluctantly leaving it behind.

"After looking at it for so long, it's still a fatal Feng Shui pattern. This is true from Suzhou to Shanghai. What's wrong?" Su Dong said to himself with worry on his face.

At this time, his stomach suddenly growled dissatisfiedly.

As the saying goes, a half-grown boy is a poor man. Now that the sun has set, it is time to fill his stomach. And Su Dong is getting older, so he gets hungry faster.

Not far from Su Dong, a fat monk moved a maza and sat down. A yellowed oilcloth was spread on the ground.

Fuxi Bagua was painted on the oil canvas, as well as a few lines of words: Observe the Four Pillars, Break the Eight Characters, Find the Dragon and Point the Acupoints, Kanyu Feng Shui, Jiuhuashan Jingkong Zen Master.

Su Dong thought for a while, then walked up to the fat monk.

Jingkong was holding a brand new string of Buddhist beads, pretending to be doing something and mumbling something. When he saw Su Dong, he immediately put on a smile and said, "Little brother, does it count as marriage or studies?"

Su Dong smiled slightly and whispered: "In the first volume of [Collection of the Six Perfections Sutra], [Sapoda King Jataka] mentioned that the Buddha cut off his left arm to feed eagles in his previous life, so the right hand should be used to turn the beads."

Huh~

The fat monk Jingkong made a big blush, and hurriedly transferred the beads from his left hand to his right hand, thinking in his heart: "How can a young boy still understand this? It's the Sixth Paradigm Sutra, and it's King Sarpoda again.

Which volume do you know?"

I saw Su Dong very skillfully placing an oilcloth on the ground and sitting on it.

Su Dong's oilcloth is much simpler than Jingkong. There are only four words on it, Qimen Dunjia!

Monk Jingkong was slightly startled, he was actually the same person who had been making trouble for a long time!?

Su Dong also works on the street to earn a living, but at a young age, Su Dong is much more professional than Qing Kong.

Take that piece of oilcloth as an example. It shows an air of hard-to-conceal vicissitudes. It turns out to be an old object! It may be hundreds of years old!

The four characters "Qi Men Dun Jia" are extremely powerful, and there is an unfathomable leisurelyness in each stroke. The so-called Taoist Immortal Wind is probably nothing more than this.

Although Monk Jingkong didn't know anything about antiques and cultural relics, he vaguely felt that the words and the piece of oilcloth in front of Su Dong were not simple.

Thinking of this, Jingkong smiled and said: "Little brother, what's your surname?"

"Su Dong, Su from Suzhou, winter in winter." Su Dong said calmly.

"I didn't expect to meet the masters of Qimen Dunjia here in Shanghai. Taiyi, Liuren, and Qimen Dunjia are known as the three ancient secret arts, and Qimen Dunjia is the first of the three secret arts. You are young.

He is light, but he knows the Dragon Armor Divine Medal, which is powerful." Monk Jingkong said with a thumbs up.

It was a casual compliment, but Su Dong was not humble at all, and said: "I'm not very knowledgeable. I've only opened one of the eight gates of Dragon Armor so far. As for the Nine Palaces of Shen Zhang, I don't even have a shadow. Grandpa, honest

At the age of one hundred and seventeen, I have reached the stage of attacking the last of the eight dragon gates. If it were me, I would probably be two hundred years old."

"Eight Gates of Dragon Armor? Nine Palaces of Divine Chapter?" Monk Jingkong was startled and said to himself in confusion.

Su Dong asked curiously: "Since Master knows about the Dragon Armor Divine Seal, doesn't he know that wearing dragon armor requires opening the eight gates of Xiu, Sheng, Shang, Du, Jing, Jing, Death, and reading the Divine Seal requires penetrating Qian and Hom

, Gen, Zhen, Zhong, Xun, Li, Kun, Dui, Jiugong? Only in this way can we wear dragon armor, burn all the eight wastelands, read the divine chapter, and reverse the world!"

Monk Jingkong was sweating. People in the world only knew that the number one secret skill in metaphysics was called Qimen Dunjia, but they didn’t know that Qimen Dunjia was just a general name, and the real inheritance of Qimen was called the Dragon Armor Divine Seal!

It took a lot of money to come out and hang out in the net. I had read a few books. I also spent a lot of money on this oilcloth. I asked an old-fashioned expert to make it.

Unexpectedly, compared with the young Su Dong, not only did the things on the facade look less antique than others, but he also didn't understand anything about wearing dragon armor and reading divine seals. He was so embarrassed by what Su Dong said.

"Did your honest grandpa teach you these?" Jingkong asked curiously.

"Grandpa Honest is actually not honest at all. He didn't sleep less with the widow in the village, and he didn't eat less dogs raised by other people. But his name is Lado, so I called him Grandpa Honest." Su Dong said with a smile.

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Recalling the old naughty boy who raised him and was disrespectful to his elders, Su Dong still liked him very much. It was from him that Su Dong learned this thing.

Once Grandpa Lao Shi left, Su Dong himself was the only one left in the world to inherit Qimen Dunjia.

In fact, Su Dong never thought that Grandpa Honest was telling the truth. What he cared about was that the grandfather and grandson lived a very interesting life, traveling around the country and seeing different scenery every day.

At least they don't have to sit in class every day like other children, and lock a large group of energetic teenagers and girls in the yard to do the same thing. In addition to studying, they are taking exams. If they don't do well in the exam, they will be punished. It is neither interesting nor pointless.

personality.

Human beings are the most complex and mysterious creatures in the world. How can living people be judged based on scores? Su Dong resented that in school.

Thinking of that weird dead old man, Su Dong couldn't help but lose consciousness...

"It can't be compared. Qi Men Dun Jia is the first of the three unique skills of metaphysics. I have learned Dian Kan Yu and Four Pillars. I can only help others to read Feng Shui and measure good and bad luck." Jing Kong curled his lips and said sourly.

"Qi Men Dun Jia can also observe Feng Shui and measure good and bad luck, but the methods are a little different." Su Dong said simply.

"Little brother, I want to discuss something with you." Jingkong said with a smile on his face again.

"explain."

"You piece of oilcloth..." Jingkong rolled his eyes around and said covertly.

"Want it? Make an offer." Su Dong said nonchalantly.

Jingkong was startled. He originally planned to get this seemingly century-old oilcloth from Su Dong, but Su Dong agreed so readily, which made Jingkong hesitate.

"Look, can one thousand yuan be enough?" Jingkong whispered. The old oilcloth he bought in the antique street cost one thousand two hundred yuan. Su Dong's one looks much older than his own.

, so he opened a round number, which was considered as asking for directions.

Smiling slightly, Su Dong said: "I'm in a good mood today. For three thousand yuan, I'll give you this thing passed down by my ancestors."

"make a deal!"

The fat monk Jingkong agreed without even blinking his eyes. As soon as he finished speaking, he started digging into his pockets, for fear that Su Dong would change his mind.

Fortune tellers must have a face. Why do those fortune tellers on the street use ancient coins? It's not to win the trust of others.

A master who is truly proficient in the Six Yao Yao will not make any mistakes even if he picks it up with stones lying on the roadside. Without that Dao Xing, everything is in vain.

After all, Jingkong has been in this business for several years and knows what a good doorman means to him. As long as he can avoid a few more scammers, the three thousand yuan will be back in no time.

After the handover was completed, Su Dong stood up and stretched.

The fat monk Jingkong held the piece of oilcloth in his hand like a treasure and said to himself: "It's a good thing. It's old enough. It's a pity that the words on it are missing."

"This is easy to handle."

Without saying a word, Su Dong took the oilcloth back, spread it on the ground, took out an older brush from his arms, and started writing with foam on it.

The fat monk's eyes were straight. It was said that there was a kind of writing brush in ancient times called hidden ink. There was a strange device in the pen barrel. The ink contained in it would not dry out all year round. When you want to write, just dip it in water and turn on the mechanism.

Tibetan ink was very popular in those days. In ancient times, there were many literati. After drinking a little wine, they became popular in poetry. They could write casually without even using an inkstone. After all, the inkstone was heavy and it would take a long time to use it. It was not suitable for literati.

Casual and free-spirited tone.

Unfortunately, due to the war, the world's most famous institution, the pen and ink collection, was lost.

"Su Dong can write this easily, and it looks quite old. Could it be that the ink is hidden?" Jingkong thought in surprise.

At this time, Su Dong had finished his masterpiece, put away the brush, and said with a smile: "I won't charge you for this, it's a gift."

Jingkong looked down and saw that in addition to the Qi Men Dun Jia, there were four more pillars, Feng Shui and other words on the oilcloth, and there was also a Fuxi Bagua in the center!

The font is exactly the same as before! It’s hard to imagine that this very impressive font was actually written by Su Dong himself! Just a few minutes ago, Su Dong swore that this oilcloth was passed down from his family’s ancestors, and it was passed down from ancestors!

"The ink is not dry yet!" Jingkong said with a sneer on his face. The original calligraphy was quite old, but with these few ink marks that were not yet dry, it looked nondescript.

"Don't worry."

Su Dong took out a small, palm-sized bottle from his arms, opened it, and found a few drops of unknown liquid on his fingers. It smelled very unpleasant.
To be continued...