Four masterpieces of Gujing Temple

The coffin boards were shattered by Xiang Que's iron piece, and wood splinters flew in all directions. The talisman papers attached to them fell down, and the part stuck in the mud was partially pulled out from underwater. The remaining boards started shaking incessantly, causing the talisman papers on them to flutter with the water waves, seemingly about to drift away.

Simultaneously, in the secret room of the suburban villa, as Xiang Que broke the first talisman paper, the three Feng Shui masters received feedback. Feng Shui formations connected practitioners with the natural energies of heaven and earth. Once an anomaly occurred, those within the formation would be affected. This was the essence of a Feng Shui battle. If the formation succeeded, those breaking it would suffer; conversely, if the formation was broken, the practitioners maintaining it would bear the brunt of the impact. Although it might not seem very dangerous, when the scale of the Feng Shui battle increased, the practitioners' injuries and damages to their cultivation were significant.

The three elderly men were alarmed, as breaking the formation caused them to be affected. They vomited blood, and some of the talismans on the wall began falling down.

At the same time, in the western suburbs of Beijing, Xiang Que received reports about unusual weather conditions. The sky, originally clear, began to be covered with dense dark clouds. Even though there was no rain forecasted, the sudden change in weather conditions was evident. Chen Sanjin quickly understood that this was the unexpected situation mentioned by Xiang Que. While overcast or rainy weather was common, it was unusual in this context.

Employees of the Baoxin Group and Chen Sanjin's trusted subordinates began to move towards the western suburbs of Beijing. The nearest group quickly dispersed, expanding the search range to quickly locate the target.

In the secret room, the three elderly men, disregarding their own injuries, tried to stabilize the formation before it was completely broken. However, Xiang Que did not give them a chance. He continued wielding the iron piece, breaking the second coffin board along with the attached talisman paper.

One after another, after breaking three boards, a sudden thunderclap echoed over the western suburbs, and a lightning bolt appeared abruptly in the sky, striking one of the villas.

Chen Family members in the western suburbs were stunned. Some of them were very close to the incident and saw the lightning strike directly at one of the houses. Fortunately, someone reacted quickly, and a call was made to Chen Sanjin to report the situation.

The three elderly men in the secret room, struggling with their injuries, wanted to stabilize the formation before it completely collapsed. However, Xiang Que did not give them a chance. He continued wielding the iron piece, breaking the second coffin board along with the attached talisman paper.

After the third board was broken, a sudden thunderclap echoed over the western suburbs, and a lightning bolt appeared abruptly in the sky, striking one of the villas.

Chen Family members in the western suburbs were stunned. Some of them were very close to the incident and saw the lightning strike directly at one of the houses. Fortunately, someone reacted quickly, and a call was made to Chen Sanjin to report the situation.

"Wow..." The three elderly men once again sprayed blood from their mouths. The weakest among them even rolled his eyes and fainted. The other two were also staggering, showing signs of not being able to hold on much longer.

"The Dragon Cave Wealth Accumulation Formation!" one old man sighed deeply, bitterly saying, "We were fools. The person who could set up this formation is undoubtedly an extraordinary master of Feng Shui. Our methods are definitely incomparable. It's ridiculous that we thought we could break this formation. How could we not have attracted the attention of that Feng Shui master?"

Another old man spoke despondently, "We don't have the means to set up the formation, nor are we capable of fighting against it. Losing is not unjust."

Just as the lightning struck the western suburbs, an old man in a courtyard in Beijing, who had already undressed and lay down, suddenly sat up. Without even putting on his clothes, he ran outside, staring in the direction of the western suburbs in astonishment, saying, "Such turbulent atmospheric energy! Is this setting up a formation or breaking one? Such a grand move, actually attracting the intervention of heaven. I wonder which Feng Shui master has taken action."

Deep within the Forbidden City, a middle-aged man continued to calculate with his fingers. He muttered to himself, "The energy within the moat is actually being drawn away crazily. Who is playing around like this?"

Xiang Que efficiently resolved the remaining coffin boards. The turbid water in the pond gradually cleared, returning to its original state. Wood splinters and talisman papers floated to the water's surface, scattered and disjointed. The jade stones embedded at the bottom of the pond began emitting light, the pointers in the surrounding star discs rotating slowly. A small whirlpool appeared at the underwater entrance connecting to the underground river. It was clear that water was being drawn from the passage, while the pond's surface shimmered with gentle ripples, no longer silent like a stagnant pool.

Splash! Xiang Que resurfaced, climbing out of the water and collapsing on the pavilion.

Chen Sanjin squinted, picked up his phone, and dialed a number. "Old leader, Sanjin has a favor to ask..."

Chen Sanjin had already located the mastermind behind the troubles faced by the Chen family. The western suburb villa area was one of the most affluent in Beijing, inhabited by wealthy and prominent individuals. The villa struck by lightning was swiftly identified, and Chen Sanjin learned about the occupants.

However, dealing with this individual was beyond Chen Sanjin's capabilities. It wasn't due to his lack of strength but because the person's identity was too sensitive. To resolve the crisis faced by the Chen family, they needed the intervention of allies.

"Sir, you've worked hard. If it weren't for the assistance of the Gujing Temple, the Chen family would have encountered major issues this time," Chen Sanjin expressed his gratitude. Finally, after more than two months of anxiety, the business territories of the Chen family had fully recovered.

Xiang Que, with drooping eyelids, said, "I don't care about the aftermath. I only resolved the Feng Shui issue for your Chen family. As for who you fight against and how you fight, that's your problem."

Nodding, Chen Sanjin replied, "Of course, sir, you don't need to worry about that."

Xiang Que opened his eyes, looking at Chen Sanjin's now calm face. The dark aura that had surrounded his forehead had gradually dissipated, indicating that the Chen family had successfully averted the catastrophe.

Earlier, when Chen Sanjin sought help from the Gujing Temple, Xiang Que noticed a dark aura lingering on his face, especially concentrated on his forehead. A black line extended from his forehead to below his neck, and the primary disaster palace on his face was dim. These were signs of impending misfortune. If an ordinary person had such a face, disaster and tragedy would likely follow. However, for someone wealthy or influential, the implications were more severe – financial ruin, decline in family status, and potential legal troubles for officials.

Now that the Chen family's issue was resolved, Chen Sanjin's facial features had returned to a prosperous outlook. Xiang Que was sure that the crisis had passed.

The divination techniques of the Gujing Temple were even more refined than Feng Shui. If the people in the temple weren't idle, daydreaming, napping, eating, and sleeping all the time, the scruffy Daoist would have predicted the Chen family's troubles the moment they occurred.

However, the Gujing Temple seldom intervened or revealed their abilities. It was as if they had transcended the mundane world, not bound by the conventional practices. Despite their profound skills, they preferred to keep a low profile.

Therefore, most people were familiar with Taoist sects like Maoshan, Wudang, and Tianshi, but the existence of the Gujing Temple, hidden beneath the Zhongnan Mountains, was rarely known. Few people understood the Gujing Temple, and the knowledge about it had almost disappeared.

The Gujing Temple only made a few moves throughout the years, and most of them had been lost in the river of history, leaving only four documented cases.

The Feng Shui formation in the Chen family mansion was one of those instances...