Ghost Blows Out the Light

Crossing

Speaking of zombies, it has a long history. We call zombies big zongzi in the industry, and we don’t just name them casually. It is said that after a person dies, he will be safe in the soil, uneasy in the soil, and become a zombie.

A good feng shui point for burying the dead can not only allow the deceased to sleep peacefully, but also bring blessings to future generations, so that the family members will prosper, the business will flourish, and the house will be peaceful.

However, some places are not suitable for burial. If the dead are buried, the dead will not be at peace, and will even cause harm to others. "Uneasy in the soil" can be divided into two situations.

One is that the mountains and rivers are vicious and the situation is chaotic. Such a place is very unsuitable for burying people. Once the ancestors are buried, the family will be in chaos. At the slightest, the wife and daughter will be promiscuous, the disaster house will be burned, and the most serious will be female sickness and male imprisonment, and the death of descendants. Absolutely.

The second situation will not harm the descendants of his family, but will only make the dead restless. The corpse will be immortal for thousands of years and become a zombie, causing endless disasters. Of course, this is not due to the good anti-corrosion technology, but has something to do with the location and environment of the tomb. .

In feng shui, the two most important points are "shape" and "potential", "shape" refers to the topographic mountain shape where the tomb is located, and "potential" refers to the state of the topographic mountain shape.

Once the "shape" and "potential" are in opposition, the ground veins are not smooth, and the feng shui is disordered, there will be phenomena that violate the laws of nature. The corpses buried in the soil do not rot and become zombies, which is the most typical phenomenon.

The fat man smiled and said, "This is really interesting. It seems that there is some theoretical basis. It seems to be the case."

Da Jinya didn't take this as a joke like a fat man, he was very interested in these things, asked some details, and sighed: "It's really hard to find a place with good geomantic omen, but as long as the situation is right and you have both good luck The good places are all taken up by people. China has a civilization of 5000 years, so many dynasties and generations. If the emperor and his elders are gathered together, I am afraid that we can make a strengthened company. In addition, how many relatives are there? There are not enough dragon veins to bury."

I explained to Da Jinya that there are countless dragon veins in China, but there are not many dragon veins that can bury people. There is a saying in the formula of searching for dragons: the way of the dragon has its own truth, and the flickering and looming is the dragon body.The dragon has nine sons, each of them is different in temperament, temperament, talent and appearance.

The same is true for this dragon vein, which is much more complicated than that of the dragon that gave birth to nine sons. Kunlun Mountain can be said to be the root of the world's dragon veins, and all mountains can be regarded as branches of Kunlun.

These branches and branches can be regarded as independent dragon veins. The ups and downs of land veins are dragons, and dragons refer to the "shape" of mountains. Given the size of the world, there are countless dragon-shaped veins. According to the difference in "shape" and "potential", these dragon veins are very different, whether fierce or auspicious, or auspicious or evil.

From a physical point of view, it is indeed a dragon vein, but from a physical analysis, there are Shenlong, Qianlong, Feilong, Tenglong, Xianglong, Qunlong, Huilong, Chuyanglong, Guilong, Crouching Dragon, Dead Dragon, Hidden Dragon, etc. points.

Only the dragon head of Jimai, which is shaped like a giant tripod covering the earth, and is like a huge wave enveloping the world, can bury the king, and those who are one level behind can be used as a thousand chariot burial. Although the rest are also dragon veins, they are not suitable for burial in the palace. Nobles, some dragons are not even suitable for burying ordinary people.

Da Jinya asked again: "The mysteries here are really endless. Master Hu, do you think this dragon vein really works? Thinking that Qin Shihuang was an emperor through the ages, his Fengshui situation in the Qinling Mausoleum must be excellent. Why did it only spread to Did Qin II change his dynasty?"

I said: "The situation of dragon veins is only one aspect. From the perspective of nature, it is very reasonable, but I don't think it is suitable for human society. The torrent of history cannot be determined by Fengshui. If you insist on using the principles of Fengshui What I said can also be explained. Didn’t the folks say that Fengshui turns in turns? The mountains and rivers are all products of nature. They come from nature, so we have to let nature take its course. To build a large-scale mausoleum will definitely use a lot of manpower to dig mountains and mountains However, the changes in nature cannot be changed by manpower, such as earthquakes, floods, river diversions, landslides and ground cracks, etc., which have a great impact on "shape" and "potential". The impact may even overturn the entire original pattern. At that time, it was the land of Shangji. Who knows what will happen in the future. Maybe in a few years, an earthquake will reverse the situation, and the auspicious acupoint will become a vicious acupoint. It's beyond human control."

The three of them ate and drank, talking and chatting. Before they knew it, a few hours had passed, and the number of diners in the restaurant gradually increased. People who come to this kind of place to eat mutton, all want to have fun and enjoy the atmosphere. , when there are too many diners, it becomes more chaotic.

We had almost finished eating, so we agreed not to do business in the antique market for the time being, but to prepare for two days, and then go to Shaanxi together to collect antiques.

Because this time, although they were going to remote counties and villages, they were not going to the deep mountains and old forests after all, so they didn't make too much preparation and kept the things they brought as simple as possible. The three of them arrived in Xi'an by train.

The last time I came with Professor Chen and others in a hurry, I left within a day. This time, I didn't have much to do. It was purely for sightseeing. I visited several places of interest such as the Forest of Steles, the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, and the Bell and Drum Tower.

After playing around for three to five days like this, I originally planned to go to Li Chunlai’s hometown first, but I heard some news in Xi’an that the rain this year was extremely heavy, the water level of the Yellow River soared, and there was a yellow disaster. The Zhuangling area on the south bank was washed away by floods. A lot of ancient tombs came out, we decided to change the plan after discussing it, and go down the Yellow River first.

So I took a long-distance bus to the south again, and told the driver to cross the Yellow River to Gutian County, but the car broke down halfway and was delayed for four or five hours. After driving for another section, the driver stopped the car at a place by the Yellow River and told us: "If you want to go to Gutian, you have to cross the river first. The ferry in front is still far away. It's getting dark now, and there will be no boats at the ferry. The water is heavy this year, and the river is relatively narrow. It was originally a small ferry. If you want to cross the river, you can try your luck here to see if there are still boats, and if you are lucky, you can cross the river and stay in a hotel before dark."

I thought about it, so as not to be able to cross the river when it was dark at the ferry in front of me, and I would have to delay for another day, so I got off the coach with Fatty Dajinya and sat by the river to wait for the boat.

When the car left, the three of us regretted it a bit. This place was so fucking desolate, there was no one on the road, and it was too late to regret it. 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 sound of water like thunder. When they got close, the three of them were startled. They had only heard that there was a lot of rain this year, but they didn't expect that this section of the river would be so wide with turbid waves and the water seemed to be yellow. The mud was tumbling and flowing eastward. I don't know if there was a ferry before. Even if there was, it should have been submerged by now.

We chose a place with a wide view to watch the scene of the Yellow River. At this time, the sky was cloudy and drizzled. We were wearing thin clothes. The fat man and I were still skinny, and the big gold tooth was shaking a little.

The fat man took out a bottle of white wine and asked Da Jinya to take a couple of sips to drive away the cold, so as not to get sick from the cold. Then I took out the beef jerky we bought and ate it, and scolded the long-distance bus driver for being wicked. The three of us were too noisy, we were tricked before we got to the place, how can there be a boat to cross the river in this ****.

Looking at the rushing river under my feet, I couldn't help worrying. When I was a soldier in the Lanzhou Military Region, I saw fellow villagers over there crossing the river on sheepskin rafts, but there wasn't even a sheep herder around here, let alone sheepskin rafts.

Right now I have to wait in the rain, I also drank two big gulps of white wine, the chill in my body subsided a little, the time was getting late, the sky and the earth were dark and boundless, and the drizzle was flying around, blown into countless crooked thin lines by the wind, I suddenly Thinking of those comrades who used to be together, I saw that the river was getting more and more turbulent. The more I looked at it, the more depressed and irritable I felt, and I couldn't help but shouted at the Yellow River.

I didn't know what I was yelling, anyway, I just felt happy when I yelled out.

Fatty and Big Gold Tooth also imitated me, putting their hands around their mouths and yelling. The three of them thought it was funny, and the boredom caused by the drizzle was much reduced. After a while, the three of them folded two bottles Liquor.

The fat man might have had a little too much to drink, so he said with the strength of his wine, "Old Hu, now that we're on the edge of the Yellow River, don't 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 simple. If you don't herd sheep, you sing very sour tunes. Listen to me and I will sing Qin opera for you."

The fat man finally got hold of me, and lost no time in trying to run on me: "Old Hu, you know a lot, you, what kind of Qin opera are you singing here? Haven't you heard of drinking a ladle of Yellow River water and singing Xintianyou? Yes, whatever mountain you go to, you have to sing whatever song you want.”

I said angrily, "Where did you come up with so many bad words? Why do you drink the water from the Yellow River? How dare you drink this water? I only drink Changsha tap water and eat Wuchang tama fish because I fucking know it."

Da Jinya hurriedly acted as a peacemaker: "Everyone sings a sentence, and whoever sings can sing whatever they want. Anyway, there is no one in this place, so it can't be regarded as disturbing the people."

The fat man said carelessly: "Let me sing a few lines first, Laidandanshawowo, you two listen to it, and give it to my buddies when you feel comfortable."

I asked, "Did you drink too much?"

Fatty didn’t care whether anyone wanted to listen, and held an empty wine bottle as Mike Peak, and was about to tear his neck apart and roar a song, but he heard the sound of a motor in the distance, and a small boat came from upstream .

The three of us quickly stood up, waved our arms by the river, and beckoned the boat boss to stop on the shore.

The people on the boat obviously saw us, but they waved their hands again and again, indicating that there is no way to stop the boat here. We waited for a long time, and finally hoped for a boat to come. How could we let it go, otherwise we would have to wait for a long time in the cold rain.

The fat man took out a handful of banknotes, held up the money and waved his arms at the people on the boat. Sure enough, money can turn ghosts around. There was a bend in the river ahead, and the water was calm and calm. The boat boss stopped the boat.

Fatty went to discuss the price. It turned out that the ship was full of machine parts and the like. He was going downstream to repair a big ship. The water was heavy recently. If it wasn't an emergency, he would not take the risk.

In addition to the boss of the boat, there was also his son, a teenage boy. We agreed to pay double the money, and we were sent to the opposite bank near Gutian County to disembark.

The cabin is full of machine parts, there is no room, the three of us had to sit on the deck, and finally found a boat, after crossing the river, we found a hotel, took a comfortable hot bath, and ate a bowl of hot Qiao Mai noodles , Take a good rest, I squatted by the river for two hours just now, but it was really cold.

The river is fast, and we will go far away very quickly. We were thinking about it. Suddenly, the boat shook violently, as if it had hit something huge in the river. I was discussing with the fat man what to eat. Almost bit his tongue.

The rain in the sky was no longer slanting wind and drizzle. The sky was overcast with rolling clouds, thunder and lightning, and the heavy rain was pouring down. The boss of the boat hurried over to check the bow of the boat to see what had hit him.

There should be no reefs in this deep part of the river, and it is abnormal to bump into such a huge object while going downstream.

The boss of the boat just glanced at the bow of the boat, and then the hull tilted again. Everyone held on to the side of the boat tightly, for fear of falling into the river. Yellow mud soup.

When I was on the bank, I drank a lot of wine. At this time, I was dizzy and my brain was swollen. I was splashed by the river water, sobered up, and quickly spit out the river water I poured into my mouth. He huddled into a ball, he was driving the boat, and he was so frightened, what to do with the boat.

I wanted to pull him up, but the boat boss refused to stand up, his face was full of horror, and I asked him, "What's wrong with you? Is there something in the river?"

The boss of the boat, who was as big as a sieve, pointed to the outside of the boat: "The river god has shown his sanctity, I am afraid he will take our boat."