Inheriting a Taoist temple, the story begins with Wu Zetian offering incense.

Chapter 68 A Cursed Art? We've encountered a master! [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

In Xingfu New Village near the South Ring Road in Xiuchuan County, Mao Cong's uncle, Ding Zhenhua, handed Zhou Yi two thousand yuan, then sat down on the living room sofa with a dejected look on his face and began to talk about his recent physical changes:

"I'm exhausted, can't sleep, feel dizzy, have no energy for anything, and can't muster any enthusiasm."

Zhou Yi stuffed the money he received into his bag, asked about Ding Zhenhua's birthday, looked at his face, and said:

"If you encounter this situation again, don't try to tough it out or push yourself. You have a treadmill at home, right? Run five kilometers until you're completely exhausted, then take a nap. That might help a lot."

The human body has a strong ability to adapt. When faced with confusion, it directly exhausts its energy, forcing the body to restart. As long as it gets a good night's sleep, many of the negative factors that have been added to the body will automatically disappear.

Whether from a scientific or metaphysical perspective, sleep is the best way to allow the body to rest and recuperate, especially deep sleep, which has a very significant effect on both mental and physical well-being.

Ding Zhenhua didn't want to hear that; he wanted to know how to deal with the small mirror in his neighbor's house.
“I suspect that it was all done by the neighbors. If they hadn’t been so careless as to hang such a thing up, I would definitely be healthy.”

Zhou Yi shook his head:

"The effect of that mirror is almost negligible. Your problem isn't there; it's probably related to your factory."

Speaking of the factory, Ding Zhenhua was somewhat puzzled:
"The factory doesn't have any major problems, it's just that it's recently entered the off-season and the profits aren't very good. I think it's still caused by the mirror."

When faced with such stubborn clients, Zhou Yi felt somewhat helpless:

"Your life palace is covered by a dark mist. If it is not broken, you will not only be exhausted and your career will decline, but you may even face danger to your life."

Mao Cong, who was eating a peach, stepped in to smooth things over:

"Master Yi, the neighbor has put up a mirror that reflects my uncle's yard. What should we put in our yard? Should we get a statue of a deity?"

Zhou Yi initially wanted to suggest getting a stone from Mount Tai, but then felt that it would only address the symptoms, not the root cause.

If the opponent simply hangs a magical artifact related to the Eastern Peak Emperor, the Mount Tai stone will break, and then the two sides will continue to fight, which would be too exhausting.

After a moment's thought, he offered a final solution:
“There are those red five-pointed star wall sculptures sold online. Buy one and nail it to the wall, and no matter what they do, it won’t work.”

The neighbor next door was envious of Ding Zhenhua's factory profits, so he bought a mirror through Shi Xiangu, intending to suppress Ding Zhenhua's fortune.

The reason Zhou Yi recommends buying the red five-pointed star is to counteract the negative influence and completely purify all demons, monsters, and evil spirits... This is all a battle of wits using the art of cursing.

In Feng Shui, in addition to methods like locating the burial site by dividing the land into directions, one can also artificially alter the land's energy. The method of using apotropaic techniques to change the land's energy is a common practice.

After resolving the mirror issue, Zhou Yi said to Ding Zhenhua:
“There’s nothing wrong with the feng shui of your home, and your neighbors can’t steal your good fortune. I suspect there’s been some change in your factory, or the surrounding terrain has shifted, affecting your business. This dark cloud in your destiny palace is not normal and we need to go and take a look in person.”

Even without this black fog, Ding Zhenhua's fortune would still be very strong, and his business would not experience much fluctuation.

However, now that the Life Palace is obscured, not only will business fluctuate, but mental and physical health will also deteriorate. If this is not addressed, the consequences will become increasingly serious.

Ding Zhenhua didn't pay much attention at first, but as he listened, he started to feel uneasy:

"How about you come and take a look at my factory?"

He runs a flour mill for over a decade and has a stable sales channel. In recent years, with the rise of e-commerce, he has also started processing whole grains, including millet flour, buckwheat flour, rye flour, sorghum flour, corn flour, and so on. He has even made them into exquisite small packages and sold them to patients with high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar.

To be fair, the business of these small-packaged whole grains is quite good, especially the various bundled sales methods, such as "must-eat for diabetics," "fat-burning and weight-loss," and "uric acid-lowering" combinations, which are very popular.

Mao Cong drove east along the South Ring Road, and Zhou Yi asked:
What business difficulties are you facing right now?

Ding Zhenhua was a little uncomfortable with the light outside and wiped his eyes with a tissue: "It's almost time to harvest wheat, and many granaries are emptying their warehouses. Our factory brought in a batch of wheat, intending to process it all into flour. However, several major clients who have been cooperating with us for several years suddenly stopped wanting our flour. The factory's funds are tied up, which puts me in a very passive position."

Mentioning this, he couldn't help but rub his temples:

"Young Taoist priest, if you can help me solve this problem, I will give you 100,000 yuan."

Zhou Yi had a sudden thought: Could this be the fortune indicated by the divination?

However, having not seen the flour mill's condition, Zhou Yi dared not make any guarantees, only stating that he would do his best, while also outlining his own requirements:

"If I really help you solve your problem, just give me 100,000 yuan worth of flour. I don't want cash."

Mao Cong was somewhat surprised:

"What do you need so much flour for? Are you planning to imitate some temples and make some kind of merit cakes, karma-purifying steamed buns, and forgiveness noodles?"

Zhou Yi casually made up a reason:
"It was for hiring people to repair the Taoist temple. Some worshippers contributed their labor but didn't accept money. I couldn't let them suffer losses, so I exchanged flour for it."

Upon arriving at the eastern outskirts of the county town, we soon came across an industrial zone, which was very similar to the industrial incubation park in Yunwu Town, only larger and wider, and also more desolate.

Ding Zhenhua said:
“A few years ago, the leaders planned to move all the factories in the county to this place, saying there would be subsidies. But a group of companies came to cheat on the subsidies, and they closed down as soon as they got the subsidies. They had no shame at all.”

Mao Cong drove into the industrial park, pointed to the factory at the very front, and said:
"That factory next to Wenyan Canal belongs to my uncle, Master Yi. Isn't the feng shui here good?"

Zhou Yi rolled down the car window, looked around the factory, and felt that the feng shui here was fine. The factory was located in the Qian position of the industrial park, and there were no obstructions or directional suppression.

As the car drew closer, he took another look and discovered that an excavator was working in the Wenyan Canal.
What's going on in the ditch?

Ding Zhenhua said:
"Last month, they were going to build a greenway along the river and block the water. They were going to build a dam so that the river wouldn't dry up during the dry season. They've been blocking the water for many days now, and the project has been going on intermittently. Now it's the flood season again, and I don't know when it will be completed."

Zhou Yi felt he had found the root of the problem, but since it was a public welfare project, it shouldn't have affected the people, so he needed to continue observing.

When Mao Cong drove the car to the factory gate, Zhou Yi noticed a huge billboard and a corrugated iron wall standing outside the factory gate near the river, separating the river repair project from the industrial park.

The billboard belonged to a ceramic tile distributor, with a large area of ​​white in the design, while the adjacent corrugated iron wall was dilapidated, with many pieces of iron torn and revealing holes of various sizes.

Zhou Yi examined the layout of the flour mill, then looked at the billboard and corrugated iron wall at the entrance, and found the real reason:

"This billboard is so depressing, it has driven away the flour mill's fortune, and the leaky tin walls have brought in the deathly atmosphere from the river... If the industrial park were thriving, none of this would be a problem, but now there are only a few businesses here, and the flour mill is still in the 'dry' position, so it has to bear all the blame."

The industrial park was designed in a luxurious style, with a huge billboard every one or two hundred meters, which Ding Jianhua was already used to.

Only after hearing Zhou Yi's explanation did I notice the content on the billboard:

"Wait a minute, this ceramic tile sales company closed down last year after receiving its subsidies, and it still owes the industrial park tens of thousands of yuan in water and electricity bills... Who was so blind as to replace their advertisement?"

Huh? What a coincidence!
By using a bankrupt company to create a feng shui arrangement to harm a flour mill, the mastermind behind the scheme will appear when Ding Zhenhua's career and health both suffer, either by acquiring or merging the company...

In short, they've got their eyes on Ding Zhenhua's flour mill!

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