When it comes to 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 restless in the grave, he has become a zombie.

A good Feng Shui cave for burying the dead not only allows the deceased to sleep peacefully, but also brings blessings to 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. "Uneasy burial" can be divided into two situations.

One is that the mountains and rivers are bad 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. Absolutely.

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. .

In Feng Shui, the two most important points are "form" and "potential". "Shape" refers to the terrain and mountain shape where the tomb is located, and "potential" refers to the state of the terrain and mountain shape.

Once the "form" and "potential" are inverse, 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 does not decompose and becomes a zombie.

The monkey smiled and said: "This is really interesting. It seems to have some theoretical basis. It seems like that."

Huang Baldy didn't take these things as a joke like a monkey. He was very interested in these things. He asked for some details and sighed: "It's really hard to find places with good Feng Shui. But wherever the situation is good, both the right and the good will be balanced." 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¡¯s not enough dragon veins to bury.¡±

I explained to Huang Baldy that there are countless dragon veins in China, but not many dragon veins can bury people. There is a saying in the secret of finding the dragon: the dragon's path has its own truth, and the erratic appearance is the dragon's body. The nine sons born from the dragon are all different in temperament, talent and appearance.

The same is true for this dragon vein, which is much more complicated than the difference between the nine sons of a 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 "shape" of the mountains. The world is so big that there are countless dragon-shaped veins. However, Depending on the "shape" and "potential", these dragon veins are either ominous or auspicious, auspicious or evil.

From a physical point of view, it is indeed a dragon vein, but from a potential analysis, there are Shenlong, Qianlong, Feilong, Tenglong, Xianglong, Qunlong, Huilong, Chuangyanglong, Guilong, Crouching dragon, Death dragon, Hidden dragon, etc. divided.

Only dragon heads with auspicious veins that are shaped like a giant cauldron covering the earth and are as powerful as huge waves covering the world 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.

Huang Baldzi asked again: "The mysteries here are really endless. Sir, do you think this dragon vein really works? I think Qin Shihuang is the only emperor in the ages, and his Qin Mausoleum Feng Shui situation must be excellent. Why is it only spread to Qin Dynasty?" Will the second generation change the dynasty? "

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 to determine If you say that, 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 be used to dig mountains and ridges. , it must be said that we are doing everything we can in the world, but the changes in nature cannot be changed by human power, such as earthquakes, floods, river diversions, landslides, etc., these have a great impact on "form" and "potential" The impact may even overturn the entire original pattern. At that time, it was the land of auspiciousness. Who knows what will happen in the future. Maybe in a few years, an earthquake will reverse the situation and the auspicious points will become bad points. This is a trick of fate. It¡¯s not something humans can control.¡±

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 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. The three of them arrived in Xi'an by train.

Last time I came in a hurry with Professor Tong and others and left in less than a day. This time I had no mission and was purely for sightseeing. I visited several places of interest such as the Forest of Elephant Steles, the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, and the Bell and Drum Tower.

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 a yellow disaster. The Zhuangling area on the south bank was washed away by floods. Many ancient tombs were discovered. After discussion, we decided to change our plan and cross the Yellow River to go south first.

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So we took a long-distance bus south again and told the driver that we wanted to cross the Yellow River to Gutian County. 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: "If you want to go to Gutian, you have to cross the river first. The ferry in front is still far away. It's 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. You have to If you want to cross the river, you can try your luck here and 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 was a good idea to avoid being unable to cross the river when it was dark at the ferry in front, and it would be delayed for another day, so I got off the long-distance bus with Monkey Huang Baldy 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, and 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.

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 scene of the Yellow River. At this time, the clouds rolled up in the sky and a drizzle began to fall. We were wearing thin clothes. The monkey and I were relatively strong-skinned, and the bald man was a little shivering.

The monkey took out a bottle of white wine and asked Huang Baldy to take a few sips to drive away the cold and prevent him from getting sick 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 with us. The three of them were so noisy that they were deceived by us before we even got there. How could there be any damn boat that could cross the river?

I looked at the rushing river below my feet and couldn't help but worry. 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 sheepherders 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.

Monkey and Huang Baldy 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 bought two bottles of white wine. .

The monkey might have been a little drunk, so he took advantage of the wine and said, "Lao Gao, 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 monkey: "You are a fat boy who knows a lot and is very naive. If you don't herd sheep, you will sing very sour songs. Just listen to me and sing Qin opera for you."

The monkey finally caught my trick and lost no time in trying to bully me: "Lao Gao, you know a lot about singing Qin Opera here? Have you never heard of drinking a ladle of Yellow River water and singing a song called "Xintianyou"? Yes, we should sing whatever song we go to the top of the mountain.¡±

I said angrily: "Where did you accumulate so many bad words? Why do you drink Yellow River water? Do you dare to drink this water? I only know how to drink Changsha tap water and eat Wuchang tama fish."

Huang Baldy hurriedly acted as peacemaker: "Everyone sings a line, and whoever wants to sing can sing whatever they want. Anyway, there is no one in this place, so it is not a nuisance to the people."

The monkey said carelessly: "I'll sing a few lines of "Lai Dan Dan Sha Wo Wo Wo" first, and you guys can listen to it. If you feel comfortable listening to it, I'll give it to you guys."

I asked: "You didn't drink too much, did you?"

The monkey didn't care if anyone wanted to listen. He held an empty wine bottle to his mouth as a microphone and was about to roar a song when he heard the sound of a motor in the distance and a small boat coming from upstream. .

The three of us stood up quickly, waved our arms by the river, and called the boat boss 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 monkey 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 bend in the river in front of him. The water was gentle and calm. The boss of the boat stopped the boat.

Monkey went over to discuss the price. It turned out that his ship was full of machine parts and the like, and 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 Qiao Mai noodles. , have a good rest, I just squatted by the river for two hours, but it was really freezing.

The river was very fast and we were going very far very quickly. We were just thinking about it when 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 monkey what to eat. This vibration made me I almost bit my tongue.

The rain in the sky was no longer drizzle in the slanting wind. The 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 I 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 scared. What should he do with the boat?

I wanted to pull him up, but the boat boss refused to stand up despite any words, with a look of horror on his face. I asked him: "What's wrong with you? What's in the river?"

The boat owner, who was as big as a sieve of chaff, pointed to the outside of the boat: "The river god has appeared as a saint, and he is afraid he will take over our boat."