Qin Yingjun was astounded, "But, but I’ve really been having a hard time recently!"
Jiangli glanced at his features, "Have you moved recently, changed your address?"
Qin Yingjun was startled, "Yes, I did move, just a while ago, before I got my tattoo."
Jiangli said, "Although there is no yin energy on you, it’s clear to see, your eyes are dull, and there is too much fire in your eyes and mouth; you’ve encountered some evil influences, likely external ones, generally coming from the place where you live. If you’ve really changed your residence recently, then the problem lies with your new home."
Qin Yingjun scratched his head, "No, Abbot, I’ve watched your livestreams, and during the last one, didn’t you say that the internal structure of a house wouldn’t cause serious injury? How could my misfortune still be related to the house?"
Isn’t that a contradiction?
Jiangli couldn’t help but smile, "Did you watch my livestream just to be alone with your thoughts?"
Jiangli: "I did say that the interior wouldn’t cause serious injury, but have you considered that the problem with your home could be its external environment?"
Are there that many intricacies involved?
Jiangli said calmly, "There is a lot to understand here, you can’t become an expert just by listening to a few livestreams, nor should you blindly assume that you have encountered some evil presence. The things you carry on your back can’t cause such a result."
Qin Yingjun immediately turned red-faced, "I, I thought that..."
He didn’t finish his sentence.
But the meaning was clear.
He had thought that just by listening to a couple of livestreams, he truly understood.
Little did he know there was so much to it.
It was an embarrassing admission he didn’t dare voice.
Rubbing his face, Qin Yingjun coughed and quickly changed the subject, "So Abbot, do you think my recent troubles are due to the feng shui of my house?"
Jiangli: "Mhm, that’s possible."
Qin Yingjun became excited at once, "Then, then Abbot, could you please come and take a look at my house?"
Jiangli gave a noncommittal smile, "I charge a high fee for offsite visits."
Qin Yingjun chuckled, "Eight hundred thousand per visit, right? I’ve heard all about it on the forum. Don’t worry, Abbot, it’s just a small sum to me."
Jiangli’s eyebrows rose slightly. Eight hundred thousand was a small sum to him.
Another wealthy client?
Jiangli considered this and then stood up, "Well then, let’s go take a look."
Qin Yingjun gave a sycophantic smile and also stood up, "Alright, this way, please, Abbot. I drove here, so I can take you back to my place."
Jiangli nodded and gave Xia Xin a look.
Xia Xin immediately opened a drawer and took out some talisman paper, vermilion, copper coins, red string, and also a compass.
Whether inspecting the feng shui of a Yang Mansion Restaurant or a Yin House, a compass is always used.
Xia Xin knew in his heart that the old master probably wouldn’t need the compass.
But for some reason, he impulsively took it anyway.
Carrying a bunch of items, Xia Xin passed the main hall and greeted Fu’er before following Jiangli and Qin Yingjun out.
Fu’er watched them leave, feeling quite envious, but he also knew that Xia Xin needed to accompany the old master and learn.
He could only continue ’working’ forlornly in his place.
Fu’er took a pilgrim’s offering in his hand and sighed regretfully.
Then, he went back to his honest labor.
After Jiangli and Xia Xin left, they got into Qin Yingjun’s car.
Qin Yingjun’s luxury car was large, comfortably fitting three people.
The only problem was maneuvering it out of the old city’s narrow lanes.
After some trouble, Qin Yingjun’s car finally reached the main road, and he himself was sweating from the ordeal.
About half an hour later, Jiangli and Xia Xin arrived at Qin Yingjun’s house, guided by him.