When Zhang Zhenwei saw it, he quickly stepped forward. After taking the thing from Yuanyuan's hand, he found that the birth chart was exactly Zhang Chen's!
Then, the hair should also be...
Zhang Zhenwei frowned tightly. Yuanyuan didn't answer him. She took the shovel and slipped under the table again. She tapped the desktop above her head with her small hand, and then, with a burst of energy, using brute force to achieve a miracle, she directly stabbed the small shovel into the wooden board!
With a "crack", the wooden board broke, and a piece of wood the size of an adult's palm fell down.
This piece of wood looked no different from the other wood of the table, but how could the little girl do something useless?
"Baby, what is this?"
Zhang Yuanyuan felt the wood and said, "Grandpa, this piece of wood should have been pried from a certain temple."
"A temple... piece of wood? What's its function?"
The little girl shook her head. "I'll tell you later."
She straightened her back and trotted to the door of the lounge on the side of the office. Before entering, she knocked on the door three times and shouted, "Hello, I'm coming in!"
Zhang Zhenwei was confused. Who was Yuanyuan greeting?
As if guessing what her grandpa was thinking, Yuanyuan explained while pushing the door open.
"When a room has been unoccupied for a long time, some unknown guys will move in. So usually I'm used to knocking on the door before entering to notify the other 'residents'..."
"Grandpa, don't be scared. There's nothing wrong here."
Zhang Zhenwei smiled and nodded cooperatively.
The little girl pushed open the door and ran straight to Zhang Chen's plain black big bed.
She grabbed a corner of the quilt with both small hands, struggled to flip it back, then unzipped it. She felt along the edge of the quilt for a while, and like a magician, she actually took out a silver needle from it!
Grandpa's face changed!
This was very strange. Finding three things all at once, even the stupidest person could sense that something was wrong!
"Yuanyuan, what is this...?"
Zhang Yuanyuan closed her eyes, felt the aura coming from the three things, and shook the balls on top of her head.
"This is called the art of suppression, a technique used by some craftsmen. When a new house is being built, some ill - intentioned craftsmen may tamper with it during the construction period. Although these things are small, their power is great. Just a small silver needle can make people feel restless, unable to sleep well, and listless."
"If this goes on for a long time, there will be problems with the head, and one won't be able to concentrate on work."
"As for the other two things..."
The little girl puffed out her cheeks angrily when she said this. "The hair and the birth chart are wrapped around the handle of the knife and have been trampled under people's feet all year round. First, it means that Uncle San will have to pay a bloody price. Second, it means that his reputation in the company will be ruined, and many of his cooperation projects will be sabotaged."
"The temple wood is even more peculiar. It's meant to force Uncle to become a monk in the future!"
"This person is so bad. If things really go according to his plan, how weak will Uncle be when he becomes a monk? I'm afraid he won't be able to survive the two - year hard life of a monk and will die in the temple!"
Zhang Zhenwei was shocked. "What?!"
According to what Yuanyuan said, the president's office had indeed been renovated half a year ago...
It was okay if the person wanted to harm him, but the means used against his son were even more outrageous. Wasn't this torture?
No wonder Zhang Chen had been having bad luck and problems recently and had been to the hospital several times.
If he hadn't been in good health and endured it, he might...
Zhang Zhenwei felt a shiver of fear just thinking about it, and the anger in his chest boiled.
"Baby, is there a way to solve this?"
"Yes." Zhang Yuanyuan's eyes rolled around. She took out cinnabar, a pen, and talisman paper.
She laid these three things on the ground. The little girl picked up the pen, squatted down, and quickly started drawing on the paper.
Her small hands seemed to have their own consciousness. Her movements were smooth like flowing clouds and silk. In just a few seconds, the characters written by her pen were flying and dancing, not inferior to those of some great national calligraphers!
The cinnabar was as red as blood, flowing along under her pen like a flying dragon!
Zhang Zhenwei clicked his tongue in admiration while watching from the side.
This little girl was so amazing. How many people had practiced for a lifetime but still couldn't achieve such skills!
How high was her talent?
No wonder that old Taoist priest had taken her away so early.
And Yuanyuan didn't seem to notice her grandpa's admiring look at all. She was already used to it.
After she finished writing, the cinnabar characters dried quickly. She threw the talisman paper into the air, quickly clasped her hands together, and the complicated hand seals made people dizzy!
"Those who face battle shall stand in formation and advance!"
"Break!"
As her clasped two fingers pointed at the talisman paper in the air, an unknown flame suddenly shot up!
The talisman paper burned in the air and then fell on the three items they had found earlier.
When the items touched the talisman paper, the flame suddenly became like a long tongue, engulfing all the items. An indescribable stench filled the office.
Then, the three items actually burned to ashes at a visible speed!
Including the silver needle!
The silver needle could be burned to ashes. What a shocking scene!
Zhang Zhenwei could hardly believe his eyes. Was his little granddaughter filming a TV drama?
It wasn't until all the flames in front of him had burned out that the look of shock on Zhang Zhenwei's face hadn't faded.
"Is it over?"
Yuanyuan clapped the dust off her hands, answered "yes" while running over to pick up the broom. She diligently swept all the dust up.
She then ran over and stood on tiptoe to open the window for ventilation.
After doing all this, she jumped back to Zhang Zhenwei's side.
"Okay, I've already solved all the unclean things. But the musty smell in the room has been here for too long and can't be dispersed completely for the time being. Grandpa, remember to buy some things for Uncle and put them in the office later. In the long run, Uncle's luck will return to normal."
Zhang Zhenwei quickly came back to his senses. "What should I buy?"
The little girl counted on her fingers. "The Five - Emperors Coins, Plum Blossom Coins, gold ingots, a bronze horse or a bronze elephant."
"I'll consecrate them when you buy them back!"
She patted her chest, looking very confident.
Zhang Zhenwei was amused, and his previously surprised and nervous mood relaxed. "What are the functions of these things?"
Zhang Yuanyuan shook her head and seriously taught her grandpa. "Carrying the consecrated Five - Emperors Coins with you can protect you from evil. The Plum Blossom Coins can drive away the villains around you. Putting the gold ingots by the window can bring in wealth. This will be more effective than the pair of small bronze lions at home before!"
"As for the bronze horse or the bronze elephant, they are both helpful for work. The bronze horse can bless those who often travel on business to have a smooth journey, and the bronze elephant can hold down the fortune!"
"With the elephant protecting, the people around will also get promoted and make a fortune!"
Goodness.
Now the Zhang family had their own master Taoist priest. If word got out, wouldn't the outside world be extremely envious?!
Zhang Zhenwei couldn't stop smiling. He picked up the little girl and hugged her in his arms, rubbing his gray beard against her tender face. "Our little baby is so amazing. The more Grandpa looks at you, the more he likes you!"
"Since baby has helped us so much, how about Grandpa give you a gift?"
Zhang Yuanyuan's black eyes lit up. "No, no. Grandpa, don't spend money!"
But in the little girl's heart, she was screaming: I want it! I want it!