Speaking of zombies, it has a long history.
We in the industry call zombies big rice dumplings, and this is not a name given casually.
It is said that after this person dies, he will be at peace in the earth.
If he is uneasy in the earth, he will 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 dead will not be able to rest in peace, and they will cause harm to others.
"Uneasiness in burial" can be divided into two situations.
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, and the house will be burned down.
In the worst case, the women will be 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 the corpse buried in the soil does not rot but becomes stiff.
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.
However, the situation always has both the right and the right."
All the good places in China have been taken up.
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 emperor's relatives, how many lines are there?
There’s not enough dragon veins to bury.”
I explained to Da Jinya 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, with different temperaments, talents, and looks.
The same is true for this dragon vein.
It is different from the nine sons of the dragon and is much more complicated.
Kunlun Mountain can be said to be the source of the world's dragon veins, 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's veins are called dragons.
The dragon refers to the "shape" of the mountains.
As big as the world is, there are countless dragon-shaped veins.
However, depending on the "shape" and "potential", these dragon veins may be bad or auspicious.
Whether it is auspicious or evil, it makes a big difference.
From a physical point of view, it is indeed a dragon vein, but from a potential analysis, there are also Shenlong, Qianlong, Feilong, Tenglong, Xianglong, Qunlong, Huilong, Chuyanglong, Guilong, Wolong, Dead dragon, Hidden dragon, etc. divided.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
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 buried in a thousand chariots; although the rest are also dragon-veined, they are not suitable for burial in the palace.
Nobles; some fierce dragons are not even suitable for burying ordinary people.
Da Jinya asked again: "The secrets in this are really endless.
Mr.
Hu, do you think this dragon vein really works?
Think about Qin Shihuang, the only emperor through the ages, 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 makes perfect sense, but I think it is not suitable for use in human society.
The torrent of history cannot be determined by Feng Shui.
If we forcefully 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.
Building large-scale mausoleums will definitely require a lot of manpower and digging mountains.
Digging ridges must be done to the best of our ability.
However, changes in nature cannot be changed by humans, such as earthquakes, floods, river diversions, landslides, etc., which have a great impact on the situation and situation. , and may even overturn the entire original pattern.
It was the land of good fortune at that time.
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 not a human being.
What you 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.
Although we were going to a remote county town this time, we were not going to deep mountains and old forests after all, and we planned to visit all the way from Shanxi, so we didn’t make too many preparations and kept the things we carried as simple as possible.
The three of them arrived in Taiyuan by train.
After playing around for three to five days, I originally planned to go to Li Chunlai’s hometown first, but I heard some news in Taiyuan 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 west bank was washed away by the flood.
There are many ancient tombs.
After we discussed it, we decided to change our plan and head west across the Yellow River first.
So I took a long-distance bus again and told the driver that I wanted to cross the Yellow River to Gulan County.
The bus broke down halfway and was 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 Gulan, you have to cross the river first.
The ferry ahead is still far away. , it is almost dark now, and there are no boats when we reach the ferry.
The water is heavy this year, and this 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 any boats.
If you're lucky, you can cross the river and sleep in the 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 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, and there was not a single soul on the road.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
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 was like yellow mud.
It is rolling and flowing.
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 Yellow River.
At this time, the clouds rolled up in the sky and drizzle began.
We were wearing thin clothes.
The fat man and I were relatively strong-skinned, and the big gold teeth were a little trembling.
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 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.
The three of us were too noisy, and they were tricked into us before we even got there.
How the hell is there any boat that can 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 sheep herders nearby, let alone sheepskin rafts.
Now I had no choice but to wait in the rain.
I also drank two large gulps of white wine, and the chill in my body subsided a little.
It was getting late, the sky and the earth were dark and gloomy, and drizzle was flying all around, blown into countless crooked thin lines by the wind.
I suddenly thought of the comrades I had been with.
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 and put their hands to their mouths and yelled.
The three of them all found it funny.
The boredom caused by the drizzle was reduced a lot.
After a while, the three of them drank two glasses of wine.
Bottle of white wine.
The fat man had a little too much to drink, so he took advantage of the wine and said, "Old 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.
You are 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 fat man finally caught me and lost no time in squeezing me: "Old Hu, you know nothing about singing Qin Opera here?
Have you never heard of drinking a ladle of Yellow River water and singing the song "Xintianyou" to some mountain top?
Just sing whatever song you want.”
I said angrily: "Why did you drink the water from the Yellow River when you accumulated so many bad words?
How dare you drink this water?
I only know how to drink Changsha tap water and eat Wuchang fish."
Da Jinya hurriedly acted as peacemaker: "Everyone sings a sentence, and whoever wants to sing can sing whatever they want.
Anyway, there is no one here, so it is not a nuisance to the people."
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
The fat man said carelessly: "I will sing a few lines of "Laidandanshawowo" first.
You two brothers can listen to it.
If you feel comfortable listening to it, I'll give it to you."
I asked: "You didn't drink too much, did you?"
The fat man didn't care if anyone wanted to listen.
He held an empty wine bottle as a microphone to his mouth 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.
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 waved their hands repeatedly to indicate that there was no way to stop the boat here.
We waited for a long time, finally hoping that a boat would come.
How could we let it go, otherwise we wouldn't know how long we would have to wait in the cold rain.
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 boat 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 wouldn't 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 take us off the boat near Gulan County on the other side.
The cabin was full of machine parts and there was no room, so the three of us had to sit on the deck.
I finally found a boat, crossed the river and found a hotel.
I took a hot bath comfortably, ate a bowl of hot soba noodles, and had a good rest.
I had been squatting by the river for two hours just now, but it was really freezing. .
The river was very fast and we were going very far in no time.
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 fat man what to eat at the time.
This shock almost made me Bite your own tongue.
The rain in the sky was no longer drizzle due to the slanting wind.
Instead, there were rolling clouds, lightning and thunder, and the heavy rain poured down like a torrent.
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 the 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 side 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 of the yellow mud soup.
I drank a lot of wine when I was on the shore.
At this time, I was dizzy.
I was splashed by the river water.
I woke up and quickly spit out the river water that poured into my mouth.
I felt unspeakable nausea and nausea, but I saw that the boat boss was already frightened.
Shrunk into a ball.
He was sailing a boat.
He was so frightened.
What should he do with the boat?
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
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 to the outside of the boat: "The river god has appeared as a saint, and he is afraid he will take over our boat."
Da Jinya was seasick and had already vomited into a mess.
He could not move while holding on to the cables on the ship.
The boat seemed to be blocked by something in the river.
Although the river was fast, the boat couldn't get out.
Under the violent collisions, the boat may capsize at any time, so we have to go to the bow to see what is in the river.
The fat man and I were so drunk that we couldn't feel any fear.
It was as if we had stepped on cotton covers under our feet.
In addition, the ship's hull was tilted.
We took a long step without taking a single step out.
At this time, the boat was hit by the current in the river, and the hull was knocked sideways.
The fat man was thrown to the opposite side of the deck, and his body was propped on the side of the boat.
This frightened the fat man out of his drunkenness, and he just turned his head and looked into the river.
The hull of the ship shook again, throwing the fat man back.
Fortunately, it was a mechanical ship.
If it were a wooden ship, it would fall apart after just two collisions like this.
I held on to the cable and the big gold tooth tightly, and in my busy schedule, I asked the fat man what was in the river and if he could see it clearly.
The fat man cursed and said: "Fuck grandma, I didn't see clearly.
It's as black as a truck, like a big old turtle."
No matter what kind of ghost thing is in the river, if it hits it a few more times, the boat will definitely capsize.
I shouted to the fat man: "Fuck that guy!"
The fat man shouted: "You haven't sobered up yet, where can you help me?"
I was indeed a little drunk, and I kept looking for a submachine gun.
Only when the fat man told me did I realize that this was in the mainland and there were no weapons of any kind.
It was raining heavily, and I was soaked all over.
I touched the foldable engineer shovel hanging on my waist, and shouted to the fat man: "Take the engineer shovel, no matter if it's a bastard or a fish, chop it into pieces."
The fat man was not like me who hadn't sobered up yet.
He was still clear-headed and knew that some protective measures had to be taken.
He grabbed the cable and wrapped it around my waist twice.
My drunkenness was 80% gone.
At this moment, The hull of the boat was slightly stable, and he jumped to the port side where it was hit, and stuck his head out to look into the river.
At this time, it was dark, and it was raining heavily.
The river was pitch black.
Through the light of lightning in the dark clouds, I could vaguely see something like a hill in the turbid river water.
Half of it was exposed from the water, and most of it was hidden in the water.
I couldn't tell what it was in the river, I just thought it was an animal in the water.
I couldn't tell whether it was a fish or a turtle.
The huge thing in the river was going against the current and crashing into our boat at high speed.
I held on tightly to the cable rope on the boat.
When I saw the thing swimming closer, I cut it with the engineer's shovel, but the engineer's shovel was too short.
Can't hit it at all.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
The hull of the boat was hit again, ejecting me from the boat.
The engineer's shovel flew away from my hand and fell into the river.
Thanks to the fat man holding on to the rope, I didn't fall into the river with the engineer's shovel.
This time I sobered up from the wine, broke out in a cold sweat, and felt much clearer.
The ship's hull was shaking and I couldn't stand.
I bumped into the ship's boss who was huddled up.
I took the opportunity to say to the ship's boss: "Now the ship's hull is sideways.
Find a way to get the boat around, otherwise your son won't survive."
The boat boss is a very superstitious person.
He insists that the "thing" in the river is the true form of the river god.
He originally planned to close his eyes and wait for death.
When I mentioned his son, the boat boss remembered that his son was still in the cabin.
He was going to die anyway.
He risked his life for his son.
He struggled to get up and wanted to rush back to the cabin to steer the ship.
The boat boss stood up staggeringly and suddenly pointed at the river and shouted: "No, here we come again."
I looked in the direction of his finger, and now the boat's spotlight was shining on it.
I could see clearly that a dark blue thing was flickering in and out of the river.
The exposed part was about the size of a liberation truck.
He was circling the boat, trying to knock it over.
At this time, there was no time to take a closer look.
I pushed the boss of the ship and pushed him into the wheelhouse.
When the door opened, I just saw a bundle of thin steel pipes among the machine parts installed in the cabin.
At that time, I didn't know where the strength came from.
I asked the fat man to pull out a few steel pipes and use them as javelins.
I threw them at the thing in the river one after another.
In the darkness, it was impossible to tell the hit rate and killing effect.
However, after throwing a dozen steel pipes, the monster could no longer be found.
It was thought that it had been driven away.
The rain in the sky gradually became lighter again, and the sea was calm for a while.
Everyone on the boat narrowly escaped death, and their faces turned pale.
The big gold tooth tied itself to the deck with a cable, and was tortured to death by the ups and downs of the ship's hull.
Fortunately, he did not suffer from asthma, and he bared his big gold tooth and kept calling for blessings from Bodhisattva.
Some things cannot be taken for granted, and we have to try our best to think as brightly as possible.
Although the clothes on our bodies were soaked through, fortunately it had been raining, so we had put money, documents and other things in waterproof travel bags in advance.
Although the situation just now was urgent and sudden, Da Jinya kept holding the travel bag in his hand and did not fall into the river.
This is a good thing for businessmen.
He would risk his life rather than his wealth.
Even if the sky is falling, he will still keep a close eye on his wallet. of.
I told Da Jinya that when we arrived at the place soon, we should quickly find a hotel and take a hot bath, otherwise we would have to get sick.
The son of the ship's boss hit his head in the cabin and was bleeding profusely.
He had to be rushed to the hospital.
Not far ahead was Gulan County, where he planned to dock.
I looked up, and there were indeed some sporadic lights in the dark and gloomy distance.
That was the small town of Gulan we were going to.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
However, just as the situation on the boat had stabilized, suddenly the hull was hit by a huge force again.
This time the force was greater than the previous times, and it was so sudden that we were caught off guard and fell on the deck.
The ship tilted, and the fat man stretched out his hand to grab the cable.
Da Jinya and I hugged his belt and thigh respectively.
The fat man yelled: "Don't fucking pull my pants."
Before I finished speaking, the hull tilted to the other side.
I wanted to get the steel pipe in the cabin, but the hull was shaking so hard that I couldn't get up.
Let alone see the surroundings clearly, I couldn't even get my head smashed.
It's already a miracle.
The hull of the ship rose and fell in the rolling turbid current.
Water was everywhere on the deck and cabins.
Everyone's clothes were soaked, and everyone became drowned.
In order to send his son to the hospital for rescue, the boat owner no longer cared about the river god or the dragon king ancestor, and drove the boat to the dock in Gulan County with all his strength.
The Yellow River has nine and eighteen bends.
After passing Longmen, it turns one bend after another.
Near the ancient blue is a relatively stable river bend.
As soon as the boat turns into the river bend, it chases the things we don't let go of in the river.
Stopped.
The lights in the front were getting brighter and brighter.
The boat owner moored the boat at the edge of the pier.
We put our feet on the ground to calm down.
The fat man took out the money and paid some more to the ship boss according to the previously agreed price.
The boss of the ship was familiar with the workers on the dock, so he found a few people to help and hurriedly sent his son to the hospital in the county town
.
: