I consulted a feng shui master in Hong Kong.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Huang Shouzhou and Chen Qinghe, having received the money, did quite a lot of things.

First, he spent money to bring back a statue of the patriarch.

Chen Qinghe lit the incense, held it in both hands, and bowed three times steadily.

The smoke rises straight up without dispersing.

Looking at the statue of the patriarch, he had a very practical thought in mind—when he had more money in the future, he would get an even better one, preferably one with gold leaf.

Since the Sanxuan Sect is going to re-establish itself in Hong Kong, the face of its founder cannot remain so shabby.

Huang Shouzhou stood aside, looking at the newly set up incense table and the wooden statue, and felt very warm inside.

When he followed Li Zhengfeng, he only thought of the Sanxuan Temple as a place where he could make a living, just getting by day by day.

But after following Chen Qinghe through the past few days, first the Huo family, then renting shops, erecting statues, and repairing ritual implements, he slowly began to have an inexplicable thought: maybe they really could make a name for themselves in Hong Kong.

So he started to happily daydream about it.

"Junior brother," Huang Shouzhou said excitedly, holding the newly bought peach wood sword and talismans, "If we keep going like this, we might actually be able to buy a big courtyard house. Then Sanxuan Temple won't just be a small, insignificant place in Fu'an Lane anymore; we'll turn it into the most magnificent Taoist temple in the entire Sham Shui Po!"

As he talked, he even started to believe himself.

Chen Qinghe looked up at him, but didn't discourage him. He simply said, "Let's get this shop up and running first."

"That's only a matter of time." Huang Shouzhou touched the newly acquired ancestral statue, becoming more and more certain in his heart. "With a big customer like the Huo family, and a few more like the Su family, our Sanxuan Temple will surely prosper sooner or later."

These past few days, his thoughts and Chen Qinghe's thoughts have been surprisingly aligned.

One wanted to revive the Sanxuan Sect, while the other wanted to expand it further.

Huang Shouzhou even felt that he had been doing things haphazardly for half his life, and only now did he finally have a decent goal.

That's why he brought up money when he was at the Su family's house a few days ago.

It wasn't just about being greedy for money; he had genuinely come to believe that money was the foundation for the establishment of the Sanxuan Temple.

Without money, you can't afford to hire a statue of the patriarch, you can't get the necessary ritual implements, you can't maintain the facade of your business, and all your titles are meaningless.

However, as time went by, there was still no movement from the Su family, which made Huang Shouzhou increasingly uneasy.

Logically speaking, Chen Qinghe had set up the "Azure Dragon Protecting the Master" trap for Su Yulian three days ago.

If it's really as he said, that a person with malicious intent enters the door and immediately loses their composure, then there should be some follow-up story.

But in these three days, the Su family neither came to announce the good news nor sent anyone to invite them; they were as quiet as if nothing had happened.

Huang Shouzhou was able to hold back at first, but by the third night he could no longer resist.

At that time, Chen Qinghe was sitting behind the table, flipping through an old book left by his martial uncle.

Next to him were several Hong Kong geography magazines he had bought from a newsstand, with many marks he had made on the edges of the papers.

Huang Shouzhou paced back and forth in the hall twice before finally approaching and cautiously asking, "Junior brother, did your scheme... really work?"

Chen Qinghe didn't look up, only turning a page of his book: "What, you're starting to disbelieve me too?"

"It's not that I don't believe in your abilities," Huang Shouzhou scratched his head, looking bitter. "I'm just a little uneasy. You see, the Su family's mansion is so big, and according to you, they have connections and influence. Logically, there shouldn't be no ripples at all. But it's been three days, and Mrs. Su hasn't even sent back a word. I just feel uneasy."

Chen Qinghe closed the book and finally glanced at him.

"The Su family's affairs aren't as simple as you think," he said. "We're feng shui masters, not people making decisions for others. I've set up the feng shui arrangement and laid out the path; how she proceeds afterward is her own business. As for whether that arrangement will work..."

He spoke calmly as he said this.

"If there really is a sequel, why do we need to prove it ourselves?"

Huang Shouzhuo was taken aback.

Chen Qinghe added, "Those who are interested will naturally understand these things, while those who are not interested may not understand even if the situation is right in front of them. If feng shui masters had to explain everything themselves, then they wouldn't need to do this profession."

After hearing this, Huang Shouzhou felt a little more at ease, but he still couldn't help but sigh: "But we've only just started out. If nothing happens, I'm afraid those people outside will start to have doubts. You know, the people on this street are very shrewd."

"It's good to be discerning," Chen Qinghe said calmly. "Only discerning people know when to trust."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head again to read his book.

Huang Shouzhou stood there, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing more.

He couldn't learn that kind of calmness.

But the more I can't learn it, the more convinced I become.

The next morning, he went out to buy breakfast as usual. When he came back, he had soy milk and fried dough sticks in his hand, along with a newspaper.

He had only bought it casually when passing by a newsstand, thinking he'd see what was going on in Hong Kong lately so he could brag about it to Liang Zhongren later. But as soon as he entered, he shouted.

"Junior brother, the Huo family's dock is on fire!"

Chen Qinghe was standing in front of the incense table adding incense when he heard this, his fingers paused slightly, and he turned his head.

Huang Shouzhou spread out the newspaper, pointed to the eye-catching headline, and looked on with surprise.

"Look, around midnight last night, the Huo family's dock caught fire. It burned down an old wooden shed used for temporary cargo storage. It wasn't a huge fire, but it wasn't small either. A lot of the goods that were supposed to leave the next day were damaged. Wasn't the Huo family originally in shipping and warehousing? How could such a basic mistake happen to them?"

Chen Qinghe took the newspaper, glanced at it briefly, and then his gaze fell on a seemingly insignificant detail in the text.

The fire didn't start at one of Huo Shirong's large docks.

It was a warehouse being handled by Huo Shichang, the second branch of the Huo family.

His gaze slowly hardened.

Huang Shouzhou, still confused, muttered to himself, "The dock is managed by the second branch of the Huo family... the second branch of the Huo family... what does this have to do with the Su family?"

"It's related." Chen Qinghe put down the newspaper, his voice calm. "And it's quite a significant relationship."

Huang Shouzhou was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Chen Qinghe didn't rush to explain; he simply raised his hand and tapped lightly on the edge of the newspaper.

"The Azure Dragon Guardian Formation of the Su family does not intentionally harm people. It protects its master and illuminates the heart. If someone truly enters with malicious intent, their mind will be disturbed after returning home, and the originally stable arrangements will naturally go wrong. The fire was not set by the formation; they themselves lost their composure."

Upon hearing this, Huang Shouzhou was first stunned, then his eyes gradually lit up.

"You mean... someone from the Su family really did something, and that person is connected to the second branch of the Huo family?"

"Most likely," Chen Qinghe said. "Now it's not us looking for clues, but the clues are surfacing on their own."

Huang Shouzhou felt a tingling sensation in his back, followed by an overwhelming excitement.

It turns out that the Su family's scheme wasn't useless; rather, it was too cleverly and subtly applied, directly affecting the person behind it.

If the fire at Huo Family Wharf hadn't made it into the newspapers, outsiders might not have even made the connection.

"Won't Mrs. Su and Miss Huo come looking for us soon?" He lowered his voice, his tone already tinged with excitement.

Chen Qinghe folded the newspaper and put it aside, saying calmly, "What's meant to happen will happen."

Huang Shouzhou scratched his head, still a little puzzled: "Won't they call?"

"No," Chen Qinghe smiled. "They'll come in person."

Huang Shouzhou listened, completely bewildered.

Chen Qinghe's prediction turned out to be correct.

Around 10 a.m., the phone didn't ring, but the black sedan stopped once again on this old street in Sham Shui Po. The car door opened, and Su Yulian got out first. Her complexion was indeed much better than in the past few days; the dark circles under her eyes were less pronounced, and her back was straighter. Huo Qingtang followed closely behind.

Huang Shouzhou stood at the door, almost bursting into laughter.

coming.

It's really here.

And two people came to the door together.

What does this tell us?

This shows that the Su family's scheme really came true.