The real daughter of the group pet is actually a Taoist boss

Zuo Xiangming shook his head, "Not really. But our Zuo family has produced wealthy businessmen, several generations of wealthy businessmen."

"The lotus heart in the lotus cemetery can't be buried by anyone." Chu Luo looked at the Zuo family, "You must have a strong luck to restrain the luck of the lotus heart, otherwise you will only suffer backlash."

"Throughout the ages, generally only emperors or high-spirited people are buried in Lianxin. For ordinary people, the best cemetery in Lianhuadi is not in Lianxin, but near Lianxin."

"It is precisely because of Lianxin's position that your Zuo family is suppressed by luck. You cannot be a high-ranking official, you cannot be a general, and you cannot be a literati."

"There is only accumulation of money. But bad luck continues, and it will only worsen from generation to generation."

When the Zuo family heard this, they all looked at each other.

Especially Zuo Xiangming's soul body was shaking and shaking, almost fell to the ground, and was supported by the descendants next to him.

Zuo Xiangming sighed, "That Fengshui master clearly said that this place is beneficial to my Zuo family, especially the position of Lianxin, which can be a talent for emperors and generals. How could it be?"

Chu Luo shook his head, "It's not that the descendants who are buried in Lianxin are the emperors and generals, but the emperors and generals can be buried in Lianxin and restrain Lianxin. Their luck and Lianxin complement each other, and the rest of them are buried in Lianxin, which will only harm their descendants."

Zuo Xiangming completely collapsed in his grandson's arms, and the crutch in his hand fell to the ground, he was no longer as gentle and refined as before, and howled endlessly.

And the faces of the rest of the Zuo family were also very ugly.

But Zuo Junxi frowned and asked: "Is it because we were buried in Lianxin that our Zuo family is now at the point where we are about to lose all children and grandchildren?"

"After all, it is a treasure land of Fengshui. Although it will suppress luck, it will not lead to the death of children and grandchildren."

When the rest of the Zuo family heard this, they hurriedly said, "If not, then why did we all die early!"

"Yes! Did I die in a car accident?"

"I got sick and died."

"I was stabbed to death by a psychopath on the road for no reason."

"I went to the beach to play and was swept away by the waves."

"What is this if it's not a curse to cut off children and grandchildren? Now our Zuo family has only one bloodline left."

A single seedling.

And the condition of the only seedling is not good.

"Just burying in Lianxin will not lead to the extinction of descendants. Unless, in Lianxin, there is something wrong."

Zuo Xiangming struggled to stand up, and said tremblingly: "No, the Zuo family's cemetery has not been tampered with. That master..."

He hesitated, and began to recall the situation before his death, then his eyes widened suddenly, his pupils the size of rice grains stared at Chu Luo blankly, his lips trembled.

"Grandfather, speak up!"

"What the hell is going on?"

Zuo Xiangming turned his head to look at his descendants, his eyes slid from his son to the descendants.

The souls and bodies of the younger generations are getting younger and younger, and the youngest Zuo Junxi is less than 30 years old.

"I... I told the master at the time that I hope I can live longer." At that time, the Zuo family was beautiful, and as the head of the Zuo family, he didn't want to die yet.

"The Taoist priest told me that you can live longer, but you have to pay a small price."

"I agreed."

Zuo Xiangming looked at himself, he didn't die until he was one hundred and one years old.

He died at the end of his life, and passed away in his sleep.

But except for him, all descendants died unexpectedly.

"Is it because of me? Is it because I asked for it?"

Chu Luo: "I don't know, I have to see it to find out."

"Master this way please, this way please."

The rest of the ghosts followed to watch the excitement, and Hua Wan and the others also followed.

The lotus cemetery is a standard feng shui lotus cemetery, with a large area in the middle showing a circular shape, surrounded by roads.

"When I was alive, I also fell in love with this place, so I discussed with the Zuo family to see if I could share a piece with us. The Zuo family is overbearing, and they are unwilling to pay any money. They also said that it was handed down by the ancestors. It is not filial to sell a treasured land of geomantic omen."

"Actually, over the years, many people want to buy it, but the Zuo family is not willing."

"Hey! Fortunately, I didn't buy it!"

"Fortunately, I didn't buy it! That place is where the emperor was buried. Where can we people bury it? Look! Something happened now."

……

Hundreds of ghosts, chirping non-stop.

When Hua Wan heard the voice behind her, she felt angry and funny at the same time.

It turns out that not only the living gossip, but the dead also gossip.

Went to the lotus heart position.

Zuo Xiangming pointed to his tombstone, "This is my tomb, the first one from the Zuo family to be buried here."

The Zuo family arranges people to clean and maintain the cemetery every year, but in the past few decades, the Zuo family has declined.

But the cemetery keepers cleaned the tombstones extraordinarily clean.

Chu Luo sp; Chu Luo walked to Zuo Xiangming's tombstone.

She turned around Zuo Xiangming's tombstone, "Peachwood nails, burying peachwood nails on the grave is to restrain the dead and make the dead restless. At least it will affect the fate of future generations, and at worst it will cut off children and grandchildren."

Chu Luo's hand fell on the tombstone, "I might crack the tombstone."

Zuo Xiangming didn't care at all, "Master, just crack."

He is going to lose his children and grandchildren, so what else does he care about.

Chu Luo's subordinates were full of spiritual power, and the tombstone cracked open.

Hua Wan stepped forward to help Chu Luo remove the stone tablet, and after digging for a while, she saw a peach wood nail the size of an adult man's arm pierced straight into the soil.

Moreover, there are complicated runes painted on the peach wood nails.

"This is a rune drawn with human blood, using the blood of the owner of the tomb."

Zuo Xiangming pointed at the mahogany nail, anxious, "That bastard said, I need to use my blood, and my blood can make me live a few more years."

Chu Luo pulled out the mahogany nail with great force. Her fingers gathered aura and slid across the rune. The bright red rune oxidized instantly and turned into ashes. Only the mahogany nail remained in place.

"Master, it won't affect my daughter and grandson now!"

Chu Luo: "The rune dissipated, it can only be said that the influence on your Zuo family is gone."

Zuo Junxi and his wife still looked anxious, "What should we do then?"

Chu Luo pinched his fingers and calculated, frowned slightly, and couldn't believe it again, calculated again, "Your daughter and grandson are still alive."

The two breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard Chu Luo say: "Your grandson and I have some chances. When the time comes, we will meet."

When Zuo Junxi heard this, he pulled his wife and knelt down, and said reverently: "Master, if one day you really see my grandson, please show kindness and save my grandson."

Chu Luo stretched out his hand to help Zuo Junxi up, and sighed softly, "Your daughter is living a very miserable life now, if you have anything to say to her, I can draw a talisman and dream for you."

"Really? Thank you Master."

Chu Luo drew a talisman, pasted it in front of Zuo Junxi's tombstone, and said to their husband and wife: "When you want to have a dream, call your daughter's name, and when the talisman is burned out, you can enter her. In a dream."

"But not for too long."

Zuo Junxi and his wife were about to kneel down to Chu Luo again, but Chu Luo held his arm and stopped him, "I have some chances with you, don't thank me."