As the saying goes: The heart of defense is indispensable, and the heart of harm is indispensable.
I am always on guard for people who are unfamiliar. The old Taoist sleeps with my father, and I sleep with the pony.
Before going to bed, I used to read a book first, and Xiao Ma asked: "You don't have a girlfriend yet? What kind of one do you want to find?"
I casually perfunctory: "You are a good match for me, how far have you progressed with Zhang Manxia?"
Xiao Ma suddenly became depressed and replied: "We have been living together, but she has not been able to get pregnant, so I went to the hospital to check my body quietly, the doctor said that I am sterile, this must be the warning of the tomb owner's ghost to me! "
I am still skeptical about the existence of the ghost of the owner of this ancient tomb. Are there really ghosts in the world? Where are the ghosts of the dead bodies I dissected at school
Because of the guard against the pony, I didn't dare to sleep too hard, but still had a strange dream. I dreamed that the ground was covered with snow. I accidentally slapped my foot and hurriedly massaged my ankle. At this time, Professor Zheng, who was covered with snowflakes, suddenly appeared and said to me: "Prick acupuncture into Zusanli and Sanyinjiao, and Chengshan Point can relieve pain and relax muscles and collaterals, but you need to take acupuncture and moxibustion. Utensils."
But I searched all over my body and didn't see the acupuncture kit I bought. Professor Zheng stretched out his sturdy hands and twisted my ankle. The pain made me scream.
After opening my eyes, I found Xiao Ma was staring at me with weird eyes and asked: "Have you had a nightmare?"
I shook my head hurriedly and looked out the window. It was already dawn, and I got dressed and got up.
My sister made breakfast and greeted everyone to eat together. My father asked us to prepare and head to Huimeng Town.
Xiao Ma said: "I came in a car, so I don't have to worry about transportation."
However, a thick layer of snow fell on his broken van, and his father told him: "Drive slowly, the road is a bit slippery!"
Because it had just fallen snow, the sky was gray and the ground was white.
The veteran Taoist said to himself: "Heavy snow buries the heroic spirits, and mourns the survivors."
My father asked curiously: "Brother still knows Feng Shui? Wait a minute, how about Feng Shui in the tomb of Lao Taishan in my house?"
After listening to the old guy, he opened the conversation box and explained like a surging river: Although Manling is the best funeral place in the world, not all places there are suitable for burials. If buried in a sinister place, the family will be destroyed. Accidents continue.
I disliked him, so I took out the acupuncture kit and checked it. Professor Zheng reminded me of the strange dream last night.
The van suddenly braked, I couldn't sit still, my finger was pricked by a three-sided needle, and a drop of bright red blood came out immediately.
Xiao Ma explained: "I seemed to be pressing something just now?"
My father and the old Taoist hurriedly opened the door of the car and went down to inspect. My sister took out the toilet paper to wipe the wound for me, but I refused.
"I have an alcohol swab, use this to disinfect to stop bleeding, it's fast and safe!"
My sister said: "It hurts too!"
When I got out of the car, I found that the van was just hitting a bunch of snowmen. I don't know who was pranking a row of snowmen in the middle of the road. The remaining snowmen were still wearing straw hats.
"As long as you don't hit anyone!" Father sighed, everyone returned to the car, and the pony continued to drive.
We rushed to the uncle's house in Huimeng Town at noon, which has been converted into a mourning hall. A group of relatives dressed in linen and filial piety sat around the hall, and my grandmother lay quietly in a dark coffin.
Grandma really died of illness, what can I do? How do you promise Xiao Ma and the old Taoist priests
After confirming that my grandmother was lying in the coffin, Xiao Ma immediately sat on the ground, and was picked up by the relatives of the deceased by the steward. I hurriedly looked at the old Taoist priest and asked him for his opinion
The old fox didn’t change his face, and took off his black leather jacket, revealing a gray Taoist robe. His left hand shook the dust, his right hand shook the soul bell, and said in his mouth: "Dust returns to dust, soil returns to earth." , The dead please rest in peace!"
The steward gave us the linen clothes, and the pony put it on embarrassingly.
My three uncles and two aunts are all here, and my cousin and cousin are all here. These relatives have not seen them for a long time, and they are all a bit strange.
My aunt greeted us to eat quickly, eat a bowl of hot noodle soup, and our body immediately became much warmer.
The old Taoist pretended to be grandmother in the mourning hall, and then asked the steward about her grandmother's situation.
The uncle took people to the cemetery for inspection. The old Taoist priest also followed. I didn’t want to go, but I was dragged by the horse. Zhenmin and the champion were also there. The old mason was also there. Watching me bring the Taoist priest. Somewhat unhappy.
Because of the snow, the car can't go up the mountain, we can only hike.
When we were exhausted and panting, we saw a Taoist priest stepping away in the snow on the white hillside, making the old mason's face even more ugly.
Taoist Tanyou also stopped and asked me: "Do you have Taoist priests here too?"
I said that I didn’t know, the uncle explained: “It’s just a mad Taoist. We don’t believe in Taoist priests much here! But don’t get me wrong, the Taoist leader, we still believe you very much!”
Everyone continued to climb up the mountain. I looked specifically at the place where the mad Taoist had walked, only to see a series of shallow footprints.
Xiao Ma asked his uncle about the situation of the mad Taoist priest.
This mad Taoist is from Jiaozuo in the north of the Yellow River. I don’t know when I crossed the Yellow River and came here. I don’t see anyone on weekdays. I occasionally meet him. If you ask him, he will talk nonsense and answer the questions.
When we rushed to grandpa’s tomb, it was getting dark. Zhenmin and Champion took the cousin and they began to clean the snow on the grave. The old Taoist stood at the grave, took out the compass, and inspected the feng shui.
Brother Zhenmin dissuaded: "Don't look at the Taoist chief, we have a good feng shui here, and Manling is the world's most feng shui treasure!"
The old Taoist said: "Left green dragon and right white tiger, the former vermilion bird and the basalt behind, surrounded by mountains and rivers, backed by the Yellow River, left and right ditch, if you ask for a piece of rock in the town, plus the red top sky, the descendants, Hongfu Qitian!"
These relatives of mine would be suspicious, and the uncle asked: "Dao Master, how much do you mean for this?"
The veteran Taoist began to pinch his fingers. I was trying to dissuade me. The crazy Taoist just appeared out of the ravine on the right, shouting loudly: "If you want the descendants to be powerful, you need the predecessors to accumulate virtue. Although Feng Shui here is good, but There can be no emperors and generals."
Seeing that there is a fellow Daoist stumbling, the Taoist Detective immediately asked: "Which treasure name is the Daoist friend? How is the name of the Dao called?"
The mad Taoist smiled, pretending to be mysterious, but replied: "I won't tell you, you old fox!"
The Taoist Master Tanyou was a little embarrassed, so his uncle persuaded him: "Why should the Taoist master bother with a madman? Here is so good feng shui, why can't there be emperors and generals?"
The mad Taoist took out a big gourd, opened the cork, and drank on his back, a strong aroma of wine drifting away in the wind.
"Is this madman still drinking?" The cousin put down the shovel and tried to tease him.
The mad Taoist suddenly bared his teeth and threatened fiercely: "Don't mess with me, or you will die ugly!"
The cousin was taken aback, and the other party took a big step and ran to Shishugou quickly.
I was a little curious, so I wanted to follow it, but my uncle said, "It's getting dark soon. Let's clear the grave head quickly, and then go home as soon as possible."
The Taoist Detective went after this crazy Taoist. When we cleared the snow on the grave of grandfather, he returned in frustration. My cousin asked him how it turned out.
The old Taoist replied: "As soon as this lunatic got to the side of the ditch, a donkey rolled to the bottom of the ditch. When I chased to the bottom of the ditch, I would have disappeared long ago!"
I immediately questioned: "Aren't there still footprints?"
"Without footprints, this madman is dripping with a stream and I don't know where to hide!" (End of this chapter)