A long time ago, a feng shui master passed by a deep mountain village, and at noon, his stomach began to feel a little hungry, so he walked to the village path.
At this time, some people went out of the field and returned to the house one after another, but no one cared about the master from the head of the village to the end of the village.
Just as he was about to give up, he saw a thatched hut at the end of the river at the end of the village, and an old woman in front of the house was washing the stream with a bare chicken that had just been plucked.
The master wanted to step forward, but he thought, "I'm afraid it's not appropriate to be so presumptuous." So the master waited a little longer, and when he saw the old woman wash the chickens and take them back to the house, he went forward.
While walking, I looked up and looked around, as if I was coming to "hike". Hiking means to find the leylines of feng shui.
Coincidentally, I really found a strange mountain at this look.
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When the old woman came out of the house again, the master strode forward.
The old woman saw the master's dusty appearance, and hurriedly called him to come to the house for tea.
After the master stepped through the door and entered, he found that although it was a thatched house, the design inside was also a quadrangular house with upper and lower compartments, and the layout was quite exquisite. However, looking at the upper hall, there is a piece of wood that is not square and square, and it is even a bit like an irregular cutting board with a corner missing.
At this time, the sunlight just completely penetrated into the square patio, and a nest of little yellow chickens basking in the sun seemed to hear a strange sound and hurriedly drilled into the arms of the hen.
As soon as the tea was poured and the topic was discussed, the master learned from the old woman that her family had fled from other places more than ten years ago, that her husband had been dead for a few years, and that her son, who had been working in other places, had recently broken his leg and was lying in the back room.
The master thought to himself, maybe this is fate.
Out of politeness and curiosity, the master went into the inner room to visit the man who was recuperating from his wounds, and found that the young man had a square face, clear eyebrows, and a natural speech, and was a material that could be made.
Soon the old woman called the master to dinner and put a large chicken leg in the master's bowl.
The master couldn't let it go, and he was ashamed in his heart, knowing that the chicken leg hospitality was the highest courtesy, and this chicken was obviously for her son's body. Then I remembered that I went to my relative's house as a guest before, and found that my relative had quietly hidden a plate of field chickens that he caught, and I couldn't help but sigh, "I have no relatives and no reason, and I am so hospitable." ”
The old woman said: "It is better to meet each other than to meet, and meeting is fate." ”
The master also believed in fate, so he asked the old woman, "Do you believe in feng shui at home?"If you believe me, I'm a specialist in this area. ”
The old woman replied, "Feng Shui is like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, changing in spring and autumn throughout the year, it is a natural law. If people conform to nature and believe in nature, they will be able to endure for a long time. ”
Look at my thatched hut, the place is limited by the village, but the layout is guided by a feng shui master. ”
The master thought to himself that this was so, and praised the old woman for what she had said.
Most people think that Feng Shui is nonsense that cannot be seen or touched, but they never expected that this old woman would be so insightful.
So the master told the old woman that there might be a strange mountain here, and that if she wanted to, she had to do three things.
First, go to the village chief and ask for a promise that the grave can be moved.
The old woman said that this would be easy to do, and immediately went to the village chief to ask if she could choose a new grave for her dead husband. As a result, the village chief was also easy to speak, to the effect that their family had settled here for so many years, and they were half of the villagers, and the fields were all given, so how much space did the cemetery need?Take your pick.
With the promise of the village chief, the master said that the second thing was to explore Zhuzi Mountain.
Everyone in the village knows about this pillar-like mountain, but few people have ever climbed to the top of it, because the grass is sparse there, and they don't bother to look for firewood and grass.
Therefore, in everyone's cognition, the top of Zhuzi Mountain is flat, a circular plane.
When the old woman reached the top of the mountain, she realized that the top was slowly recessed along the perimeter, and the center was like a big iron pot, with a few trees growing on it, like green vegetables waiting to be stir-fried. The old woman also thought that if she had a big spatula, she could fry them.
And the master pointed to the center and said, "If you put the tomb here, it will be prosperous for thousands of generations." ”
As a result, this sentence was like a flying bomb, which exploded in the village at once. Some people were not happy on the spot, saying that people with foreign surnames occupied the mountains were still prosperous for thousands of generations, so wouldn't the people in their own village be ridden on their heads?
Later, after consultation with the village chief, although the others agreed, they demanded that the stone tablet should never be carved;Second, the occupied area cannot exceed four square meters.
If you can't carve a stone tablet, then carve a wooden tablet. The master said, "Four square meters is enough." ”
The old woman said, "You don't need to carve it, I have an ancestral wood in my house, which has been worshiped for almost a hundred years, and my ancestors know it." ”
That would be the best, but when the master tried to say something third, he was interrupted by a few villagers running up.
Don't start the work yet, we need to find a superior person to supervise it. The men said.
What they mean is to find a more powerful feng shui master, so as to ensure the interests of the people of the village.
This request was reasonable, and the old woman naturally agreed.
After they were gone, the master pondered for a moment, and then seemed to have made up his mind before saying the third thing—to give him a nest of little yellow chickens under the porch as a reward.
Although the old woman had a question mark on her stomach, she still said yes and promised to give some money.
The master did not ask for money, but left for a long time with a nest of small yellow chickens in a bag.
Later, when a few villagers saw the mountain, they said, "This mountain is good, the pillar is in the sky, and when the sun rises on the top of the mountain in the morning, isn't it the scene of candles lit from the right?"A rare oriental candle!”
And after seeing the mountain, when the master had finished everything, the master said to the villagers: "This oriental candle has no burning core, and it can't be lit by the sun for a while in the morning. ”
Now the people in the village were relieved, because everyone only saw the master upside down a pot and a pair of straw sandals.
After all, a candle that can't be lit is dim, how can there be a bright day?
After that, the years passed, time passed, the old woman died, and everyone forgot about it.
It wasn't until the old woman's nine grandchildren were all outstanding that someone mentioned this feng shui, saying that they must have been deceived by the master and the old woman back then, and if there were no nine lives to accompany the burial, how could there be so many excellent offspring?
So someone set up a trick to get the old woman's son drunk, but the old woman's son really didn't know the truth of the matter, and only remembered that the nest of little yellow chickens hatched at home was nine and gave it to the master.
Everyone suddenly realized, and at this time, someone was angry and deliberately lit a fire to burn the pillar mountain. As a result, the mountain burned, and the grandchildren of the old woman, those who were officials, were promoted to one level, and those who did business were all promoted to a higher level.
At this time, an old man in the village said, "Confused, it's just a candle, and it won't light up when it burns."
But unfortunately, the wooden tablet burned down.