Cross the river
Speaking of zombies, it has a long history. We call zombies big rice dumplings in the industry, and it is not a name given casually. It is said that after death, a person will be at peace in the grave. If he is uneasy in the grave, he has become a zombie.
A good Feng Shui for burying the dead will not only allow the deceased to sleep peacefully, but also bless future generations, making the family prosperous, the business prosperous, and the home peaceful.
However, some places are not suitable for burying people. If the dead are buried, the deceased will not be able to rest in peace and will harm others. There are two situations in which the deceased will be uneasy when buried.
One is that the mountains and rivers are dangerous and the situation is chaotic. Such a place is very unsuitable for burying people. Once an ancestor is buried, the family will be in chaos. At the least, the wife and daughter will engage in adultery, the house will be burned, and in the worst case, the women will become sick, the men will be imprisoned, and the descendants will die.
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The second situation will not harm the descendants of the family, but will only make the deceased restless. The corpse will remain immortal for thousands of years and become a zombie, causing endless disasters. Of course, this is not due to the embalming technology, but to the location and environment of the tomb.
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In Feng Shui, the two most important points are potential, which refers to the mountain shape of the terrain where the tomb is located, and the state of the terrain and mountain shape.
Once the trend is reversed, the earth's veins are not smooth, and the Feng Shui is disordered, phenomena that violate the laws of nature will occur. The most typical phenomenon is that a corpse buried in the soil will not decompose and become a zombie.
The fat man smiled and said: This is really interesting. It seems to have some theoretical basis. It seems like that.
Da Jinya didn't take these things as a joke like a fat man. He was very interested in these things. He asked for some details and sighed: It's really hard to find such a place with good Feng Shui, but it's always a place where the situation, the right, the right, and everything are good.
All the good places have been taken up by people. China has five thousand years of civilization, so many dynasties and generations. If the emperors and elders are gathered together, I am afraid they can form a reinforced company. Plus the royal relatives, how many lines are there?
There aren’t enough dragon veins to bury it.
I explained to Da Jinya that there are countless dragon veins in China, but not many dragon veins can bury people. The secret of finding a dragon goes like this: The dragon's movement on the road has its own truth, and its erratic appearance is the dragon's body. The dragon gives birth to nine sons, each of whom is different.
, temperament, talent and appearance are all different.
The same is true for this dragon vein, which is much more complicated than the difference between the nine sons born from the dragon. Kunlun Mountain can be said to be the source of the dragon vein in the world, and all mountains can be regarded as branches of Kunlun.
These branched branches can be regarded as independent dragon veins. The ups and downs of the earth veins are called dragons. The dragon refers to the vastness of the mountains in the world. There are countless dragon-shaped veins. However, according to different potentials,
These dragon veins, whether they are bad or good, auspicious or evil, are all very different.
From a physical point of view, it is indeed a dragon vein, but from a potential analysis, it can be divided into a sinking dragon, a hidden dragon, a flying dragon, a soaring dragon, a group of dragons, a returning dragon, a returning dragon, a returning dragon, a crouching dragon, a dead dragon, a hidden dragon, etc.
Only dragon heads with auspicious veins that are shaped like a giant cauldron covering the earth and wrap the world like huge waves can be used to bury the king. Those that are one level below can be used for burials of a thousand times. Although the rest are also dragon-veined, they are not suitable for burial in the palace.
Nobles, some ferocious dragons are not even suitable for burying ordinary people.
Da Jinya asked again: The mysteries in this are really endless. Mr. Hu, do you think this dragon vein really works? Qin Shihuang is the only emperor in the ages, and his Qin Ling Feng Shui situation must be excellent. Why did it only spread to the second Qin Dynasty?
The world has changed and dynasties have changed
I said: This dragon vein situation is only one aspect. From the perspective of nature, it is very reasonable, but I think it is not suitable for use in human society. The torrent of history cannot be determined by Feng Shui. If we use the principles of Feng Shui,
If so, it can also be explained. Don’t people say that feng shui takes turns? These mountains and rivers are all products of nature. They come from nature, so we must let nature take its course. To build a large-scale mausoleum, a lot of manpower will definitely be used to dig mountains and dig mountains.
It is true that we are doing everything we can in the world, but changes in nature cannot be changed by human power, such as earthquakes, floods, river diversions, landslides, etc. These have a great impact on the situation and may even overturn the entire
The original pattern was a land of auspiciousness at that time. Who knows what will happen in the future. Maybe in a few years, an earthquake will reverse the situation and the auspiciousness will become bad. This fate plays a role in people and cannot be controlled by humans.
The three of them ate, drank, and talked. Unknowingly, a few hours had passed. There were gradually more diners in the restaurant. People who came to such a place to eat hotpot mutton were all there to enjoy the excitement and atmosphere.
, it becomes more chaotic when there are more diners.
We had almost eaten, so we agreed not to do business in the antique market for the time being. We would prepare for two days and then go to Shaanxi to collect antiques together.
Since this trip, although it was to a remote county, village or town, it was not a trip to deep mountains and old forests, so they did not make too many preparations. They tried to keep the things they carried as simple as possible, and the three of them took a train and arrived in Xi'an.
Last time I came in a hurry with Professor Chen and others and left in less than a day. This time I had no other missions and was purely for sightseeing. I visited several places of interest such as the Forest of Steles, the Wild Goose Pagoda, the Bell and Drum Towers.
After playing like this for three or five days, I originally planned to go to Li Chunlai's hometown first, but I heard some news in Xi'an that the rains this year were extremely heavy, and the water level of the Yellow River surged, causing the Yellow River Disaster, and the Zhuangling area on the south bank was washed away by the flood.
After visiting many ancient tombs, after discussing it, we decided to change our plan and cross the Yellow River to go south first.
So we took a long-distance bus south again and told the driver that we were going to Gutian County across the Yellow River. The bus broke down halfway and we were delayed for four or five hours. After driving for a while, the driver stopped the bus at a place by the Yellow River and told us:
To go to Gutian, you have to cross the river first. The ferry in front is still far away. It is almost dark now. When we get to the ferry, there are no boats. The water is heavy this year and the river is relatively narrow. It was originally a small ferry. If you want to
When crossing the river, you can try your luck here to see if there are any boats. If you are lucky, you can cross the river and sleep in a hotel before dark.
I thought it would be a good idea to avoid being unable to cross the river when it was dark at the ferry in front, and would be delayed for another day, so I got off the long-distance bus with Fatty Da Jinya and sat by the river to wait for the boat.
When the car left, the three of us felt a little regretful. This place was so damn desolate, there was not a single soul on the road. We regretted it too late, so we had to go to the river to find a boat to cross the river.
They were still far away from the river bank when they heard the thunderous sound of the water. When they got closer, the three of them were shocked. They had only heard that there would be heavy rains this year, but they did not expect that this section of the river was so wide, with turbid waves, and the water seemed to be yellow.
The mud is rolling and flowing eastward. I wonder if there was a ferry before. Even if there was, it must have been submerged now.
We chose a place with a wide view to watch the scenery of the Yellow River. At this time, the clouds rolled up in the sky and drizzle began to fall. We were wearing thin clothes. The fat man and I were relatively strong-skinned, and the big gold teeth were a little shaking.
The fat man took out a bottle of white wine and asked Big Gold Tooth to take a few sips to drive away the cold air and prevent him from getting into trouble from the cold. Then I took out the beef jerky and other foods we bought and ate them. While eating, I scolded the long-distance bus driver for his wickedness. He must be dissatisfied.
The three of us were so noisy that they tricked us into getting there before we even got there. There is a boat that can cross the river.
I looked at the rushing river below my feet and couldn't help but feel sad. When I was a soldier in the Lanzhou Military Region, I saw fellow villagers there using sheepskin rafts to cross the river, but there were no sheep herders nearby, let alone sheepskin rafts.
Now I had no choice but to wait in the rain. I also drank two large sips of white wine. The chill in my body subsided a little. It was getting late, the sky and the earth were dark and gloomy. The drizzle was flying all around, and it was blown into countless crooked thin lines by the wind. I suddenly
Thinking of those comrades who had been together, I saw the river becoming more and more turbulent. The more I looked at it, the more depressed and irritated I felt. I couldn't help shouting at the top of my voice at the Yellow River.
I didn’t know what I was shouting, but I just felt happy when I shouted it out.
Fatty and Big Jinya also imitated me, putting their hands to their mouths and shouting. The three of them all found it funny, and the boredom caused by the drizzle was reduced a lot. After a while, the three of them had broken two bottles.
Liquor.
The fat man might have had a little too much to drink, so he took advantage of the wine and said: Lao Hu, we are now at the edge of the Yellow River. Do we have to sing two sour songs by Xintianyou?
I imitated the accent of the local people and said to the fat man: You are a fat boy who knows a lot and is very stupid. If you don't herd sheep, you will sing sour songs. Just listen to me and sing Qin opera for you.
The fat man finally caught me, and lost no time in teasing me: Old Hu, you know a lot about what Qin opera you are singing here? Have you never heard of drinking a ladle of Yellow River water and singing a song called "Xintianyou"? This is a joke.
Wherever you reach the top of the mountain, you should sing the same song.
I said angrily: Where did you accumulate so many bad words and why do you drink Yellow River water? How dare you drink this water? I only know how to drink Changsha tap water and eat Wuchang Tama fish.
Da Jinya hurriedly acted as peacemaker: each person sang a line, and whoever wanted to sing could sing whatever they wanted. Anyway, there was no one in the place, so it was not a nuisance to the people.
The fat man said carelessly: I will sing a few lines of "Lai Dan Dan Sha Wo Wo Wo" first, and you two brothers will listen to it. If you feel comfortable listening to it, give it to your brothers.
I asked: Did you drink too much?
The fat man didn't care if anyone wanted to listen. He held an empty wine bottle to his mouth as a mike and was about to scream a song when he heard the sound of a motor in the distance and a small boat coming from upstream.
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The three of us stood up quickly, waved our arms by the river, and called the boat owner to stop at the shore.
The people on the boat obviously saw us, but they repeatedly waved their hands to indicate that there was no way to stop the boat here. We waited for a long time, and finally waited for a boat to come. How could we let it go, otherwise we would have to wait in the cold rain for how long.
The fat man took out a handful of banknotes, held up the money and waved his arms to the people on the boat. Sure enough, money can make a fool of himself. There was a river bend in front of him. The water was gentle and calm. The boss of the boat stopped the boat.
The fat man went over to discuss the price. It turned out that his ship was full of machine parts and the like. He was going downstream to repair a large ship. The water had been heavy recently, and he would not have ventured out unless it was an emergency.
In addition to the boss of the boat, there was also his son, a teenage boy, on the boat. We agreed to pay double the money and send us to the other side to disembark near Gutian County.
The cabin was full of machine parts and there was no room. The three of us had to sit on the deck. Finally we found a boat. After crossing the river, we found a hotel, took a comfortable hot bath and ate a bowl of hot wheat noodles.
, take a good rest, I just squatted by the river for two hours, but it was really freezing.
The river was fast and we were going far very quickly. We were just thinking about it. Suddenly there was a violent vibration in the hull of the boat, as if it hit something huge in the river. I was discussing with the fat man what to eat. This shock made me
I almost bit my tongue.
The rain in the sky was no longer just drizzle due to the slanting wind. Clouds were rolling in the sky, lightning was thundering, and the heavy rain was pouring down. The boss of the ship hurried over to check the bow of the ship to see what it had hit.
There shouldn't be any rocks in this deep part of the river, and it's really unusual to bump into such a huge object while going down the river.
The boss of the boat just glanced at the bow of the boat, and the hull of the boat tilted again. Everyone held on to the rails of the boat tightly, fearing that it would fall into the river. The hull of the boat continued to rock, and the river water poured in. Everyone took a sip.
Yellow mud soup.
I drank a lot of wine when I was on the bank. At this time, I felt dizzy. I was splashed by the river water and sobered up a little. I quickly spit out the river water that poured into my mouth. I felt unspeakably nauseated and nauseated, but I saw that the boat boss was already frightened.
He shrank into a ball. He was driving a boat. He was so frightened. What should he do with the boat?
I wanted to pull him up, but the boat boss refused to stand up despite any words. His face was full of panic. I asked him: What's wrong with you? Is there something in the river?
The boat owner, who was as big as a sieve of chaff, pointed out of the boat: The river god has appeared as a saint, and he is afraid he will take over our boat. Book Alliance
Chapter completed!