I hurriedly went over and asked, "Is this Mr. Song?"
"What are you doing?" he asked while pouring water.
I said directly: "Mr. Song, I am a distant relative of Grandma Li. I just came here. I saw that the feng shui in that place is not very good..."
"Oh? Do you know Feng Shui?"
"No, it's just a hobby, like blind research."
"Tell me."
The bald man took a sip of water and looked at me with interest.
I thought about it and said cryptically: "I think... it would be better to live in a new house."
"Haha, it's not easy, young man, have you ever been a master before?"
"No." I shook my head.
He smiled and said: "Nai Li was kind to me in the early years. I, Song Wang, have been helping people look after the ghost house for thirty years. How could I harm their family's descendants? Since you can see it, it means you have this knowledge. Don't worry, I
It is beneficial to their family by taking advantage of Feng Shui and adapting measures to local conditions."
After just a few words of conversation, I knew that this person was a specialist in visiting charnel houses and was a folk expert, so I asked him how to adapt to local conditions.
He sipped his saliva, looked at me and said: "The so-called feng shui changes. This year, when I come to your house, I am not a family, and I don't enter the same house. I can't say more. Since you know a little bit about this, you will know when you come and take a look tomorrow.
Already."
"Really... Can Mr. Song tell fortunes and read fortunes?" I asked him instead.
He shook his head and said seriously: "Anyone who eats the food of the dead cannot do the work of a living person. If you know how to do everything, you are a liar. I, Song Wang, only help the dead look at tomb sites, move coffins and graves, and don't know how to do any work."
Human faces.”
I thought to myself: "That's good, I'm afraid you can tell from my face that I'm a tomb robber."
Everyone, Feng Shui is useful, not useless. Things that have been passed down for thousands of years cannot be beaten to death with a stick under the excuse of feudal superstition. I have met many people in this field. Just looking at the ancestral tombs and shady houses, this bald man
Song Wang's ability is one of the best. This person can change his career to become a tomb robber. There will definitely be many people asking him to be the leader.
This is a typical folk Feng Shui bureau that takes advantage of the situation. It is based on the folk customs of Fujian. The customs are adapted to local conditions. The new graves will overwhelm the old graves, and the coffins will not be seen when the tombs are bumped. It is very powerful. I will tell you how to do it in detail.
On the morning of the burial, I came again.
The road from Li Nai's house to the reservoir is not very close, it is mostly uphill mountain roads. When I arrived, a group of people were carrying the coffin out of the house.
Eight people carried the coffin on poles. At the front were two strong men. The strong man on the right had his trouser legs rolled up and a cigarette in his mouth. The man on the left held a plate of red rope in his hand. They held on to the door frame and walked out.
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Mr. Song came out to say hello: "Let me, let me, take the pot on the floor."
A woman quickly took the pot away.
Then, Mr. Song, holding a small gong in his hand, ran quickly to the door, banged the gong loudly, and shouted outside the door: "Carry the coffin up the mountain! It's time for a funeral!"
Upon hearing the shouting, the gongs and drums team that had been waiting at the door immediately beat the drums. There was a big sister holding a large saxophone, her cheeks trembled, and she started playing hard.
Eight large poles were carried to carry the coffin, family members wore sackcloth and mourned, and paper money was scattered along the way.
Because it was a funeral, no one in the team cried, everyone was talking and laughing.
Those of you who are older in rural areas in Guizhou, Fujian and in the mountains may have seen the scene I mentioned.
The difference between here and the north is the coffin. Here, when the elderly are mourning, they use a large lacquered red coffin. A plush red carpet is laid on the red coffin. The blanket is covered on the coffin lid, and all the long tassels are hung down.
It's down, it's very beautiful.
I checked the time and saw that after carrying the coffin out at around 8 o'clock, they did not go directly up the mountain to the reservoir. They carried the coffin and went to a bridge first.
On the bridge, the eight strong men carrying the coffin were divided into two groups. They grabbed the poles and pushed each other hard, and at the same time screamed loudly and weirdly. It was like a bull game. The coffin moved to the left in the middle of the bridge, and then to the left again.
to the right.
I didn't see the prodigal son in the crowd, but I met Er Pengju. I asked him in a low voice what he was doing.
Er Pengju pointed to the bridge and talked for two minutes.
He was slow-minded and couldn't speak clearly. I guessed that the purpose of doing this was to finally express his reluctance to the deceased.
At nine o'clock in the morning, we finally went up the mountain.
