Ma Yuan, upon seeing this so-called Taoist Scripture in his hand, could only think that collapse was imminent: "Daoist Li, this is pointless, really pointless. I want to see the Taoist Scriptures you wrote, hurry up and give them to me."
Daoist Li, with a smile, said: "Brother Ma, this is the Taoist Scripture, isn't 'Basic Feng Shui' a Taoist book? It's a Taoist Scripture, no mistake there, and it's a newly compiled version."
"..." Ma Yuan couldn't find any words to counter this and could only remind, "Daoist Li, right now the leadership is tackling superstitious matters, and many people are reporting this. Are you really asking me to bring up your Feng Shui book? Are you afraid this issue won't be resolved?"
Daoist Li immediately showed a puzzled expression: "Brother Ma, how is Feng Shui superstition? Many experts say Feng Shui is a science, isn't it just science?"
