Official wizard

Master Yuantong said calmly: "It's just that the second son of the Tan family is too upright. Will he offend the local gods and ruin the important matter of connecting the line? There is nothing I can do about it."

This is the master. What he says makes sense, and what he says makes sense.

It's just that the authorities are confused and have received psychological suggestions. They will naturally follow the master's ideas and think of various causal connections, which all coincide with the master's prediction, making them have to believe it.

Tan Zhengrong asked: "Let it be done, Master, how should I protect myself?"

Master Yuantong laughed and said: "I have another unkind request, I don't know whether to say it or not."

Tan Zhengrong looked at Master Yuantong for a few times and said, "But it doesn't matter."

But I was thinking to myself: Could it be that a monk who has cultivated in the pure world and has cut off all the worldly attachments and selfish desires still wants to ask for help from me? Yes, otherwise why would he help me? Let’s see what he says?

Master Yuantong said: "If there is an opportunity to rebuild Qinglian Temple in the future, I hope the donor will help me."

Tan Zhengrong immediately agreed: "No problem. On the day when Qinglian Temple is rebuilt, if Tan Zhengrong still has some ability, he will contribute money and efforts when he has the money."

Master Yuantong put his hands together, bowed slightly, and said: "Haha, the donor is really happy. I will be at Qinglian Temple and try my best to protect this land for the donor. When Qinglian Temple is rebuilt, I will make a special trip to express my thanks."

Tan Zhengrong said: "Master, you are too polite. Now, I hope you will give me some advice."

Master Yuantong said sternly: "The donor is at a critical juncture. The earth veins are injured, and he may not be able to attack with force. Cultivating one's moral character is a top priority. When the vitality of the earth veins is restored, the donor can display his grand plan, hide his power and bide his time, avoid its sharp edges, prepare for attack, and wait for the opportunity to move.

It’s a good idea at the moment, but what do the donors think?”

"Thank you for your advice, Master!" Master Yuantong's words almost all fell on Tan Zhengrong's heart, and the doubts in his heart had long since turned into convictions.

In an official battle, do you have a background? Your competitors may have a stronger background than you; you feel that you are standing on a strong line, but your competitors may be standing on a stronger line, but you just don’t know it.

When several forces compete and are in a stalemate, shady fringe forces such as side sects will take the opportunity to swoop in.

Feng Shui theory is one of the many shadowy fringe forces in today's officialdom.

In today's officialdom, the obsession and worship of Feng Shui among some officials has reached an astonishing level.

Tan Zhengrong has seen many such cases.

The former Municipal Party Committee Secretary of Qingjiang City in Southeast Province listened to Mr. Feng Shui's advice and built a "Promotion Bridge" on the only road from Qingjiang City to Linjiang City. Once the bridge is connected, the Municipal Party Committee Secretary will be promoted to the Provincial Party Committee and the Provincial Government.

The voices of the government are getting louder and louder. In private, Tan Zhengrong and Lin Yixiong have been jealous for a while.

Unfortunately, this "Promotion Bridge" is a typical shoddy project. Once the bridge collapsed, the municipal Party committee secretary collapsed.

The original Feng Shui master sighed repeatedly. He could have entered the Provincial Party Committee and the Provincial Government through the "Promotion Bridge" smoothly, but this bridge collapsed. Doesn't this mean that he is ruining his future? Alas, it also ruined my reputation for life!

Dusk gradually fell, but Tan Zhengrong's mood could not be calm for a long time.

"In order to protect the Tan family's lineage, I have to wrong a few younger brothers of the Tan family."

Tan Zhengrong looked around, how familiar the mountains, ridges, plants and trees were.

This is where Tan Zhengrong grew up, and it is also where he made his fortune.

Tan Zhengrong thought of the time when he was a secretary in Shahe Township. Although those years were hard and tiring, he seemed to have endless energy.

To lead the villagers to "grasp the revolution and promote production" and to change the poverty and backwardness of his hometown, Tan Zhengrong worked hard, forgot to eat and sleep, worked tirelessly, and worked hard

Finally, under his leadership, the old appearance of Shahe Township was transformed into a new one. The greenery of Peach Blossom Valley came to our faces as soon as spring came. The lush trees welcomed the arrival of spring with a lush attitude, and from time to time there were hares jumping among them.

Go there, birds fly in groups in the jungle, the new spring is crystal clear, sweet and delicious, and the scenery is beautiful.

All this happened when the commune secretary who my brother followed was promoted to the county party committee secretary. He saw it and was very happy. Before he retired, he promoted Tan Zhengrong to a county-level leadership position.

After being promoted, Tan Zhengrong became busy and went home less often, but Peach Blossom Valley became a different scene.

The mountain walls have been mined, and the ruggedness has been revealed. The trees are no longer dense, the birds and rabbits have disappeared, and the new springs have become turbid... If this continues, in a few years, it will be terrible.

Thinking of this, Tan Zhengrong felt that his heart was blocked by something. He wanted to vomit but couldn't spit it out, and couldn't swallow it. He was so choked that he wanted to do what he did when he was young and vigorous, roaring at the steep mountain wall twice before he could speak.

Vent the depression in your heart

As he walked, his footsteps suddenly stopped in front of a stone tablet.

The stone tablet was already a little dilapidated, and the writing on it was a little blurry, but Tan Zhengrong didn't have to read it at all, and he still remembered the following words on the stone tablet: Demonstration Township for Sealing Mountains and Constructing Farmland

A set of shots suddenly flashed into Tan Zhengrong's mind, including flaming flags, deafening firecrackers, figures in red and colorful clothes, and passionate oaths.

At that time, he had just been elected as the deputy county magistrate, and under his personal auspices, a massive mountainous land reclamation movement began with great vigor.

Tan Zhengrong proposed to use three years to transform barren hills into terraced fields, and personally designated Shahe Township as a demonstration pilot township.

On the day of the ribbon-cutting and monument-laying ceremony, Peach Blossom Valley was filled with people and it was so lively.

Gao Liangquan, then the head of the township, raised his arms and Shahe Township responded.

Pieces of terraced fields rise around the mountain, and patches of fruit trees stand on the mountain. Joy is written on the faces of Shahe Township people.

In late autumn, the melons and fruits are fragrant, and it’s a good harvest scene.

Back then, the photo of Gao Liangquan sweating profusely while picking fruits appeared on the front page of Linjiang Daily. He was so famous that he suddenly became a rising star in Linjiang's political circles. In a few years, he became Linjiang's famous star.

One of the youngest county-level cadres in the city at that time

It's a pity that he stopped moving forward in his tenure as magistrate of Wangcheng County.

Could it be that this is inextricably linked to his destruction of forests and mountains?

It seems that Feng Shui is really bad!

Tan Zhengrong sighed deeply, as if because of the difficulty of Gao Liangquan's promotion, and also because of the difficulties in his career.

A good Feng Shui treasure land was blown up beyond recognition just to make a few bucks. The ancestors knew underground, how could they not be outraged?

What a pity, what a shame, what a shame!

Tan Zhengrong sighed and suddenly woke up from his memories, only to find that he had walked into the weeds.