Wang Zhiguo was momentarily stunned upon hearing these words, then he stroked his beard and laughed, "Actually, this is also a kind of serendipity. When I was just a young boy, I encountered a Taoist priest with a goatee."
"That priest was a Feng Shui Master. He too had passed by this place by chance and discovered that our village was, in fact, a feng shui treasure land. On a whim, he taught me a few techniques of the art of feng shui."
"Originally, he did not have his eye on me. It was only because after he had asked several families, those people did not believe him; instead, they cursed him, treating him like a charlatan."
"In the end, only my parents did not have the heart to scold or beat the old man, so ultimately, he passed on the art of feng shui to me."
