Chapter 213 Finally here
The immortal didn't like money, so Mr. Huang began to rummage through his own storehouse. After hesitating for a while among the various rare treasures, he reluctantly took out a piece of coral and a box of ginseng to give to Pan Yun.

Pan Yun took a look at it and asked Miao Zhen to accept it, then said, "Master Huang, tell me, what do you want?"

Mr. Huang immediately said, "First, I would like to ask the immortal to help change the Feng Shui of my house, which is too blessed. Can it still be this Feng Shui of wealth and prosperity, but without any flaws?"

Pan Yun said: "If you have too much good fortune, then you should suppress it and let it flow slowly and steadily."

She raised the corner of her mouth and said, "I know that the greatest wish of ordinary people is to become an official without any disaster or trouble."

"Yes, yes, yes," Mr. Huang nodded repeatedly, "That's my wish too, to be free from disasters and to be rich and prosperous forever."

"The Huang family now has money and land, and they are too blessed and powerful. Although they can be rich and powerful for a while, it will soon pass. It is better to suppress it with something and let the blessings flow slowly. Although they cannot hold power like a brilliant talent, they can really get rich without any disasters."

Mr. Huang's eyes lit up, and he bowed repeatedly, "Please help me, Immortal. I wonder what you should use to suppress it?"

"Good fortune cannot be suppressed by evil things. We need a sacred object to make it stay in the meridians willingly and flow out slowly and steadily." Pan Yun said, "There is no better sacred object than a lion. Stone or copper can be used."

Pan Yun stood up and walked to the entrance of the hall. After taking a look around, he said, "Besides that, I will adjust the Feng Shui layout of the house, and the disaster will be resolved."

Mr. Huang: “So simple?”

Pan Yun glanced at him and said with a half-smile, "Master Huang, if you want a difficult method, that's fine. First, you need to prepare 999 kilograms of gold, 999 kilograms of silver, and 999 kilograms of copper."

Miao Zhen said disdainfully: "How can my junior master be compared to those folk magicians? She is not willing to make the little money from your family. Although the Feng Shui of your family is difficult, my junior master has profound skills, so she just needs to spend more spiritual power."

When Mr. Huang heard this, he thanked her repeatedly and did not dare to show any doubt, for fear that she would really ask him to prepare 999 kilograms of gold, silver and copper.

Mr. Huang asked, "Does this stone lion have any requirements?"

Pan Yun said: "Yes."

She took out the blueprint she had drawn earlier and gave it to him, smiling slightly, "Just carve it according to the instructions. I'll do a ritual later to mark out the location for you to place the stone lion. Once the stone lion is finished, just place it there. Before that, use two stones to hold it down."

Mr. Huang: "Stone?"

"That's right. Go pick two large stones that you can lift and bring them to me for consecration. Choose an auspicious time tomorrow to place them in place to temporarily replace the stone lions." Pan Yun said, "But you have to be quick and replace the stone lions within 9981 days. Otherwise, the ritual will have to be done all over again."

When Mr. Huang heard this, he immediately said, "I'll ask someone to hire a craftsman to carve a stone lion!"

Pan Yun simply gave him a list, which included a lot of talisman paper and cinnabar, and he required the best cinnabar.

"These are the things needed for the ritual. Go prepare them. I need them before sunset. I will draw the talisman tonight. I will need them for the ritual tomorrow."

Mr. Huang agreed immediately. Since his steward had gone out to deal with the stone lions, he went to the pharmacy to buy cinnabar himself.

It was only when I went to the pharmacy that I realized that one or two ounces of high-quality cinnabar were so expensive.

The owner of the medicine shop saw that he frowned and his eyes moved back and forth among the different kinds of cinnabar, so he asked with a smile: "What does Mr. Huang need cinnabar for? If it's not urgent, ordinary ones will suffice."

Mr. Huang asked, "What if it is needed to draw talismans for rituals?"

"We can't be careless. This little bit of cinnabar can make a big difference," the medicine shop owner asked, "I wonder what ritual Mr. Huang is going to perform?"

Of course Mr. Huang would not tell him, and directly asked: "You want the best cinnabar?"

The owner of the drugstore narrowed his eyes and smiled, "How much do you want?"

Mr. Huang took a look at the cinnabar in the box and didn't think there was much, so he said, "Take it all."

Then the shopkeeper weighed it in front of him. Mr. Huang's eyes widened, "There's only this little cinnabar, but there's actually four ounces?"

The shopkeeper laughed and said, "This cinnabar is heavy, otherwise why is it said to be valuable? Especially this top-grade cinnabar, it is even heavier."

Mr. Huang reluctantly said, "Buy it."

The owner of the drugstore put the cinnabar in a box and gave it to Mr. Huang.

Mr. Huang took out the silver note to pay. Just for this small box of cinnabar, he spent sixty-eight taels, which was almost as much as the ginseng he gave to Pan Yun.

Seeing him leave, the owner of the medicine shop snorted, "Mr. Huang has always been stingy. Why didn't he talk about the price today? What happened in his family that requires a ritual?"

"I don't know. I haven't heard anything happened."

"I know. The Huang family was very lively last night. I secretly opened the window and took a look. I saw a red sun setting in the sky. I think the Huang family is going to be prosperous."

"Isn't the Huang family prosperous enough now?"

"Alas, if his family gets any more prosperous, the tenant farmers in the surrounding area won't be able to survive."

"The richer you are, the more stingy you are. The Huang family is like this, yet they are still so wealthy. God is really blind."

At this time, Pan Yun was standing in the garden, watching Mr. Huang's eighteen concubines gather together to coax the fool Huang Cong. She felt that God was blind. She sighed and said, "I'm so envious~~"

Miao Zhen: "...I thought Junior Master would feel that God is unfair."

Pan Yun: "There is no question of justice or injustice in heaven. The fact that people like Huang Shijian can run rampant in the world is ultimately the fault of the world's laws and court officials."

She sighed and said, "It's all worldly affairs, how can I blame God? God, please forgive me, I apologize for my evil thoughts just now..."

She muttered to herself and recited the scriptures. After she finished, she said, "Yes, worldly affairs should be worldly affairs. So no matter what we do, it is for the sake of worldly affairs."

Miao Zhen: "... Junior Master, I'm a little scared."

Miao He: "I have some thoughts too. You are about to advance to the first marquis. Will you be struck by lightning too hard?"

Miao Zhen: "So let's just take it easy. Worldly things can be done in a worldly way, but if you overdo it, God will punish you."

Pan Yun glanced at them and said, "What are you thinking? I'm not going to do anything like wiping out his entire family. I just want to get some money out of him and help some people. This is a good thing. How could I be struck by lightning?"

Pan Jun not only said this, but also did it, and indeed arranged an excellent feng shui formation for the Huang family.

Using stone lions to suppress good fortune is complete nonsense. Stone lions are used to suppress evil spirits. The feng shui of the Huang family residence is good, but not that good.

But Pan Yun’s promotion is more than that, it is quite good.

It’s so good that all the blessings leak out.

Heaven desires its death, it will drive it mad!
Pan Jun's lips curled up slightly as she walked around with the talisman paper between her legs, muttering to herself. She just wanted to make the Huang family arrogant enough to accelerate its demise.

After the ritual was over, Mr. Huang pulled his son Huang Cong up and put a big stone in his arms. He also held one for himself and coaxed him, "Cong'er, follow daddy. Let's put the big stone in the circle outside the door."

Pan Jun had already gone out and made hand gestures on the formation that had been set up early this morning, and drew a circle on the ground with his Yuanli finger.

As the circle was completed, golden light rose up along the circle, covering the circle like a layer of mist.

Mr. Huang's eyes widened.

Huang Cong's eyes widened, and he walked up to it blankly while holding the stone, trying to reach out and grab the golden light.

Mr. Huang was startled, and rushed forward with a stone in his arms to stop him, "Cong'er, Cong'er, your stone should not be placed here, but on the right..."

Pan Jun glanced at Huang Cong and felt that it was a bit difficult to reason with him, so he walked to the other side, condensed the energy with his fingertips and drew a circle on the ground, and another circle appeared.

The same golden circles, golden light, and golden mist.

Huang Cong immediately chased after him holding the stone, his eyes sparkling, "Beautiful, beautiful..."

Pan Yun waited for him to come up, then used a whisk to hold the stone in his arms, and said to Master Huang: "Master Huang, these two stones must fall to the ground together. There is still half an incense stick of time."

When Master Huang heard this, he immediately walked into the circle holding the stone. When Pan Yun gave the order, he put the stone down. At the same time, the stone in Huang Cong's hand was swept away by the whisk and fell directly to the ground. At the same time, the whisk was swung, and Huang Cong flew backwards...

Mr. Huang opened his eyes wide with fear, and saw his son sitting down gently on the ground as if he was dragged by a gust of wind.

Huang Cong didn't feel any pain, and he touched his butt curiously, then jumped up and clapped his hands, saying, "So fun, so fun, I'm flying, I want to play more!"

Mr. Huang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped forward to comfort Huang Cong, "This is not something you can play with. Be obedient and I'll have someone take you back to eat something delicious, okay?"

"I don't want to!" Huang Cong's eyes gradually turned red as he saw Mr. Huang repeatedly rejecting him. His face became more and more angry. He shouted, "I don't want to. I want to play the one we just played. I want to play that one."

After saying that, he rushed forward to pick up the stone again. Mr. Huang was shocked and hurried to stop him, but was pushed down by Huang Cong.

Mr. Huang was shocked and shouted, "Quick, stop him!"

But before the servants could step forward, Huang Cong had already hugged the stone and tried to lift it up, but his face turned red and he was unable to lift it.

The stone that he had easily lifted and put down now seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds and could not be lifted at all.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Huang first glanced at Pan Yun, who looked calm, and then rushed forward to pull his son, "Stop messing around, or I won't give you meat!"

At this time, Mr. Huang was absolutely certain that Pan Yun was an immortal with real abilities, and he would never allow his son to offend Pan Yun.

So for the first time, he forcefully ordered his servants to tie up Huang Cong and take him back in front of outsiders.

Huang Cong was kidnapped while yelling. Mr. Huang wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned around and said, "Master, I have one more thing I want to ask you. I beg you to help me, no matter how much it costs."

Pan Yun thought to herself: It's finally here. It's worth it for her to change his feng shui and draw a gravity array for him.

　Good night, update will start on the 8th

　　(End of this chapter)