The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance

Li Fu flattered Qi Yan all the way, even though Qi Yan's attitude towards him was a little cold, it could not extinguish his enthusiasm.

After sending Qi Yan home, if it wasn't too late and worried about his family in the hospital, maybe Li Fu would stay cheeky and stay close to Qi Yan. Yang Gang, who was walking with him, was not much better, but he had dealt with Master Qi several times. Knowing that this master was indifferent and didn't like to talk nonsense with others too much, he could only leave with Li Fu in the end. .

After the two respectfully bid farewell to Master Qi, they walked out of the community to find that their whole body was tense, and they had hardly been relieved from the tension just now.

"Lao Yang, you used to say that Master Qi has the ability. That's really a modest statement." Li Fu looked at Yang Gang, who looked solemnly beside him.

"I'm still blindfolded at this meeting in my heart." After experiencing this incident today, Li Fu knew that he had underestimated Master Qi's ability. "Master Qi is so young and has such ability. Before he became famous, we Grab the opportunity to hug the thigh, and after a while, even if we have to hug the thigh, we won't be able to line up."

They are businessmen, even if they don't believe in gods, they will be in awe. Awe is better than offense. It’s pretty good like them. How many rich people spend countless money to grab the first stick and high incense in the New Year, and how many rich people spend a lot of money in temples or Taoist temples in order to have a good relationship with famous masters. ?

It is really rare in the realm of Emperor Feng Shui, like Master Qi, who works alone, has no studio and no masters in the same discipline.

This Qi Yan sent away Li Fu and Yang Gang. The whole person lay on the bed lazily. It has not been so exhausting for a long time. He needs a good night's sleep to make up for it.

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

The old man knocked on his head with the old feather duster, and cursed: "Sleep and sleep, you will know that you are sleeping. The money is falling from the sky, so you don't want to pick it up."

"Snapped!"

Qi Yan fell off the bed. He touched the head of the bed. It was 11:58 in the morning. He turned his head and looked out the window. The moonlight outside was incredibly bright. He couldn't help but get up and opened the French window. Went to the balcony.

Looking up at the sky, the beautiful moon hangs in the sky, and the soft moonlight is spreading over the earth, giving it a cool and soft beauty.

A breeze blows, the clouds in the sky disperse, the moon is blooming, and the moon is as beautiful as the scene after PS in a fantasy film, with countless golden lights blooming.

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

Qi Yan stared at the magnificent scene in a daze, before he had time to react, the gold threads flying all around rushed towards him frantically, as if there was something on his body that particularly attracted them.

As countless gold threads poured into his body, Qi Yan felt inexplicably refreshed all over his body, and his whole body was dizzy and light, as if he was about to go to heaven.

But this feeling was only a moment, and he quickly reacted, sitting on the spot, no matter how cold the ground was, he directly began to call out the spiritual power in the body, and borrowed these gold threads to cultivate the master's skills.

If he had not guessed wrong, these golden threads were rumored to be a rare encounter in sixty years, the spirit of the emperor, the spirit of the moon, and the things that can bring vitality to the vegetation and creatures.

He has never heard that this kind of thing also has an impact on humans. How did these golden threads rush on him?

But no matter what the reason is, it is only good for him and there is no harm. How could Qi Yan miss such a good opportunity.

The golden thread formed by Yuehua's essence is still flowing towards Qi Yan. Qi Yan's whole body is wrapped in a golden light, and he has received the love of God.

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

He stood up from the ground, shook his arms and legs, and sat outside all night. He didn't feel sore or sleepy. Instead, he felt refreshed all over, like having a massage.

In fact, this was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that he noticed that his spiritual energy was soaring, and it seemed that he had practiced for more than ten or twenty years.

No wonder the old man in the dream wanted to wake him up, it turned out that the sky really lost money, and this money was more valuable than gold ingots.

He had forgotten that today is the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, Zhongyuan Festival.

The fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar is the day for the Chinese people to worship their ancestors. Of course, there is another way of saying that this day, this is the only day when ghosts are open, and all ghosts can wander in the world.

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

The beliefs of the Chinese people are very vague. Many people worship Buddhas and immortals as well. It does not matter whether these immortals are of a sect system or not. For most people who do not believe in religion, worshipping immortals is more secure than others. Didn't think much about it.

However, many Chinese people also have a characteristic. Deep down, they maintain a respect and worship of their ancestors. Therefore, whether it is Qingming Festival, Zhongyuan Festival, or other important festivals, many people will never forget to pay homage to their ancestors. On our death day or birthday, we will also go to offer incense and give a bouquet of flowers.

In Qi Yan's view, this is also the likability of the Chinese people, because they cherish the present, but they also appreciate the feelings that their elders once gave them. Perhaps it is precisely because of this feeling and persistence in my heart that the five thousand years of excellent culture of this nation will never be cut off, and it will even continue to be passed on.

Qi Yan went out to buy some of the old man’s favorite foods during his lifetime, and placed them in front of the master’s spiritual position. After solemnly three bows and nine percussions, he picked the largest and reddest apple from the tribute plate and wiped it, and sat down. Eat on the futon.

"Old man, the fruit I bought for you today is the best and most expensive. My apprentice, I'm filial enough," Qi Yan looked up at the cold spiritual position, "The property in this community does not allow burning paper money, I can only give you more. A few incense sticks. The incense is made by myself and it is definitely better than the outside incense."

Speaking of this, Qi Yan finished eating apples, went to the kitchen to wash his hands, and solemnly put some incense on the master.

"Oh, people die like a lamp. I now exchange fresh tributes for you every day. You can't eat them. What a pity you said." Qi Yan smiled and looked at the wooden sign, revealing the small dimples on his cheeks. "When I was young You also said that when I grow up, I want to take you to the big hotel for dinner every day. You say you can’t figure it out and don’t try to live for a few more years, otherwise you can let me take you to the big hotel every day."

It's a pity that the only answer to him was the green smoke rising up, and the picture above the spiritual position that always kept a smile but couldn't speak.

Maybe it was because he ate apples on an empty stomach. Qi Yan felt that his throat was a little sore. He blinked at the old man in the photo, turned and walked out of the room.

"Boss," Liang Feng walked to Cen Baihe and whispered to him, "I just heard a gossip, Master Qi seems to have solved the problem of Hongliang Mountain."

"Hongliang Mountain?" Cen Baihe was stunned. He was not unfamiliar with this name, because this land boundary was almost a place that many people couldn't move by default. He didn't expect that someone would actually move this land, and Qi Yan was involved.

"It's not that there are rumors that there are dragon veins hidden in this underground. Whether it is true or not, someone who dares to move this land is also heart-warming," Liang Feng said, shook his head. It was only after Master Qi took the initiative to calm down. Now many people are looking for Master Qi’s identity, and maybe it won’t be long before Master Qi will become one of the famous masters in the circle."

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

"Of course it's not the same. Master Qi is younger," Liang Feng didn't revolve around this topic. "There was a message from an employee on the company forum, saying that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, can you not work overtime."

"There are a lot of people who usually work overtime?" Cen Baihe asked, "I think our company's welfare is very good."

Liang Fengqian smiled and did not answer. In fact, their company's welfare is indeed considered good in the industry. However, no company can be spared such things as overtime, unless the company is in a bad situation and the employees have nothing to do. .

As he was talking, Cen Baihe's cell phone rang, and his expression softened unconsciously when he looked at the display.

"Money," Cen Baihe put down the pen in his hand, got up and walked to the window, with a little smile on the corner of his eyes, "Okay, I'll come to you later."

After hanging up the phone, Cen Baihe turned his head and said to Liang Feng, "Let's continue the notice, all employees don't have to work overtime tonight, let them go home early." After speaking, shut down the computer, "I'm leaving now."

Liang Feng looked at the back of his boss leaving in a hurry. He shrugged recently, who had become accustomed to this situation, and sent the good news to the personnel department with his mobile phone.

So soon there were employees on Weibo showing off their company's benefits, saying that the boss was worried that they were afraid of going home, and specifically emphasized letting them go home early and not letting them work overtime. Of course, the focus is on how handsome the boss cares about them and how handsome the boss is.

This Weibo has aroused envy, envy and hatred by countless netizens, and some even deliberately checked which company the employee belongs to.

When they found out who the boss of this company was, those who knew the insider were silent. This was Cen Wuye, who countless people could not afford to offend.

Some curious netizens don't understand why these people in the know are secretive, and they haven't got any useful information from these people. However, there are so many interesting news on the Internet. They turned their heads and forgot about it. Those who knew it didn't dare to talk nonsense. Soon this little splash disappeared in Wuhen.

Sitting in the spacious and comfortable car, Qi Yan said to Cen Baihe: "Put out your hand and I will give you something good."

Cen Baihe stretched out his hand and asked, "Can I see this good thing?" Qianqian 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 the money gave him. . But every time he stretched out his hand, his health would be much better, which made him wonder whether the money was really given to him by precious things.

"Do you want to see?" Qi Yan raised his head to look at Cen Baihe. Seeing that the other party really seemed to want to see, he reached out and nodded on his forehead.

At this moment, Qi Yan placed his hand on Cen Baihe's palm.

Cen Baihe saw that gold threads suddenly appeared on Qi Yan's palm, and these gold threads disappeared into his palm after being wrapped around his hand for a few times.

"What is this?" Cen Baihe waited for Qi Yan to withdraw his hand and shook his empty hand, obviously feeling a lot easier on his body.

"A good thing once in sixty years," Qi Yan guessed right. Although ordinary people can't absorb the emperor, but he can send the emperor into the body of others, "I save it for you specially. of."

Seeing the boss and Master Qi seriously speaking things he didn't understand, the bodyguard felt that his three views were a little broken.

"Thank you." Cen Baihe smiled, with obvious joy in his voice, "You just said take me to a place, did you leave now?"

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

"Where is the location?"

"Hongliang Mountain."

The villagers in Hongliang Village have been very upset recently, because they heard that the tourism development project is going to be shelved, which makes it difficult for them to accept that they think it will make a small sum of money. But after hearing that although the developers would not continue to develop this mountain, they would still pay the contracting fee for 20 years, they immediately became happy again. It felt like they had paid nothing, but they had gained a lot of money. How cost-effective you think.

When Qi Yan showed up at the foot of the mountain with Cen Baihe and two bodyguards, he found that the aura here was much more gentle. He pointed to the mountainside and said to Cen Baihe: "Let's go there."

The bodyguard glanced at the boss hesitantly. The mountains are inaccessible and the boss is an extraordinary identity, just in case...

"Okay, you two are waiting for me under the mountain." Cen Baihe followed Qi Yan and set foot on the mountain trail. Hearing the birdsong here, he took a deep breath, "The air here is very good."

"It's not that the air is good here, but that there is plenty of aura and anger here," Qi Yan continued up, but he deliberately cooperated with Cen Baihe's not too healthy body, and the speed of climbing the mountain was very slow. "Stay here, yes. You are in good health."

Hearing this, Cen Baihe's heart felt as if he had soaked in a hot spring, softened.

Today, Shanling didn't get angry. They went all the way smoothly. Qi Yan walked to the lame table he had used yesterday and took out a piece of incense to light it: "Qi Yan is here again, please see God."

The breeze was blowing, and Cen Baihe, whose eyes were opened by Qi Yan, saw many green light spots suddenly appearing around him. These green light spots shuttled through the woods, reminding him of the earth where everything had recovered after the spring rain, full of vitality and hope.

"Thank you, God." Qi Yan turned his head and looked at Cen Baihe beside him.

The green light spots danced more fiercely, and Cen Baihe saw them surrounding Qi Yan, as if they were talking to him, and they seemed to be attached to him. At this moment, Qi Yan's body was full of gold, and these crazy flying green spots became quiet.

After about a few minutes, it seemed that after a long time, Cen Baihe saw the green spots flying away again, and Qi Yan bowed to the mountain.

"Thank you God." Qi Yan opened his palm, and a green light appeared on the palm of his hand. Before Cen Baihe could react, he saw Qi Yan pat the light into his chest with his backhand.

"Money?" Cen Baihe looked around in confusion, "What's going on?"

"This is a thank you gift from the mountain god," Qi Yan smiled as he watched these small green dots wear on him, "I did him a favor yesterday, and he paid me back."

Everyone felt that he was helping Li Fu, only he knew that he was helping the mountain god.

As the pollution became more and more serious, the mountain spirit had become weaker and weaker. If it hadn't been for the blessing of dragon veins under the ground, he would have dissipated between the heaven and the earth.

Qi Yan asked Li Fuli to view the gods yesterday in order to increase human belief in mountain spirits, so that it can continue to stay in this place, guarding the creatures in the mountains and...the humans at the foot of the mountain who no longer believe in his existence.

This mountain spirit still remembers a long time ago when a child was lost in the mountains. After he deliberately led the child out of the mountain, his family came to the mountain to burn incense and bow down. The child he saved often came to worship him. He still remembered that he let countless hungry humans and animals find food in his body. He was afraid that after his death, these animals and humans would be unprotected.

He misses the creatures on this land so much, how can Qi Yan bear to tell Shanling that the children he saved have long passed away or are dying; now human beings have mobile phones, positioning systems, and adults too. Will no longer be willing to let children play alone, let alone eat food.

The spirit of the mountain is simple, and it is almost his instinct to guard the creatures under its jurisdiction, so he will be so angry when he finds that someone is actually going to invade this land.

"Let's go back." Qi Yan bowed towards the top of the mountain, turned his head and smiled at Cen Baihe: "I want to eat Qianweiju's food."

"Okay." Cen Baihe's eyes have returned to normal. He can't see the flying green dots, nor can he see Qi Yan's breath. But with the mingled mountain breeze and the fragrance of vegetation, he thought he might understand why money should intervene in this matter.

Because money has a gentle heart that others cannot understand.

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

"Because you need it," Qi Yan reached out and touched the trunk of the big tree on the side of the road. "My master, the old man, has calculated with me. He said I will live a long life."

Cen Baihe fell silent, just because he needed it, so just give it to him?

He reached out and touched his fast beating heart. It turned out that this is what it feels like to be treated sincerely by a friend...

Seeing Cen Baihe stretched out his hand to cover his chest, Qi Yan thought he was unwell, and asked worriedly, "Is it uncomfortable?"

Seeing his concerned eyes, Cen Baihe looked away slightly, shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

Qian Qian's eyes are so good-looking, black and white are bright and bright, making him want to look more, but feel embarrassed to look more.

In order to divert the subject, Cen Baihe touched his somewhat hot eartips: "Your master must be an extraordinary master."

The image of an old man appeared in Qi Yan's mind, sloppy and undressed, and he loved to pierce the tricks of deceiving people when nothing happened. When the two were alone together, the old man was too lazy to even move a finger. There were often conflicts about who the two of them were going to cook for.

Thinking about it this way, the relationship between the old man and "extraordinary" does not seem to be too great.

He smiled and nodded, and said to Cen Baihe: "Well, my master is the 22nd generation head of Tianyimen."

"Who is the head of the twenty-third generation?"

"I…"

Cen Baihe smiled when he saw Qi Yan with his head held up and his chest upright.

Qi Yan laughed dryly, and did not tell Cen Baihe that these were dictated by his master, and he had not seen any information about the master before the 22nd generation.

In view of the old man's boasting history, Qi Yan very much suspects that this is the old man's nonsense. He may not be the 23rd generation of Tianyimen disciple, but the second generation.

However, the boast of his own master, the apprentice should continue to help him while kneeling, who told him to be so filial and caring.

Huh...

Huh...

When Qi Yan and Cen Baihe walked out of the forest, the leaves swaying and the refreshing wind blew people relaxed and happy. Qi Yan waved his hand behind him, "Goodbye."

The wind quickly stopped, Qi Yan pulled the hair that was blown away by the wind, and continued to move forward with a smile.

When he was about to get into the car, he saw a large truck pulling construction materials. After the car stopped, the driver bowed to the top of the mountain with a pious and awe-inspiring expression.

The author has something to say: Qian Qian: I am the head of the 23rd generation of Tianyi School.

Master: Because we only send you!