C12 Wei Mazi's Story

Unexpectedly, that night, even though it was still late at night, Fan Wenbin seized the opportunity to tell this matter to Zhenyang Zi, but he was politely rejected by him in front of his face.

The reason was very sufficient and very simple. The Fengshui Master was invited by the host to choose a tomb for the deceased old man. It was his internal duty, but as for whether he listened or not, it depended on the host's attitude, and could not be forced.

It was also said that this was the hidden rule of the Feng Shui industry that had been passed down for thousands of years. He could not and did not dare to break it. Otherwise, it would be detrimental to himself.

Seeing Fan Wenbin staring at him intently with a look of disbelief, ZhenYangzi Zi smiled slightly. He was worried that it would cause unnecessary misunderstandings, so he casually gave an example in real life.

This example was Daan County. Many people in the city, men, women, old and young had more or less heard of it, including Fan Wenbin, who was very persuasive.

Around ten years ago, Zhenyang Zi was still cultivating in Wudang Mountain and had yet to come out. At that time, the famous Fengshui teacher in Daan County was a middle-aged man with the surname Wei. Because of his face full of pockmarks, the Jianghu people called him "Wei Mazi. "

In the 1970s, Wei Mazi's father, the old Wei Feng Shui teacher, the mother of Fan Youcai who died of illness, Wang Lan, chose a good grave in the old camp of the Fan family and also chose a auspicious day to be buried.

Now, Old Wei was dead. His father's career was inherited by his son. Wei Mazi inherited his father's legacy and continued to engage in a very ancient and mysterious profession, Yin Yang Fengshui. Although his level was not as good as his father's, he was still quite famous in the county council.

In a very cold winter, a family in the county whose surname was Wu died. Their old father died, and they paid a large sum of money to invite Wei Mazi to choose a tomb. The Wu family's Great-Grandfather Wu had four sons, and all of them were very generous. In the small county town of Daan, they could be considered a rich, powerful, and reputable family.

The pockmarked Wei walked through the front and back mountains of the Yellow River's two banks. After repeated comparisons, in the end, the tomb was fixed at the foot of a flat earth mountain in front of the mountain.

However, the four descendants of the Wu family had a negative attitude towards the tomb that Wei Mazi had chosen. While some people agreed, there were also people who were strongly against it. They were unwilling to bury their old father here. The scene of their faces and necks turning red was very similar to the Fan family's scene today.

This action of opposition angered Wei Mazi on the spot. His face sank, and he fiercely said some poisonous words that were very threatening. In the end, after hesitating and being timid, the Wu Clan descendants agreed unanimously to bury their old father in the tomb he had chosen.

Two years later, Wei Mazi suddenly felt uncomfortable in his eyes. His vision became more and more blurred, and he spent a lot of money to visit famous doctors. He even went to Shanghai, Guangzhou, and other big cities for treatment, but in the end, he was still not cured. Not long after, both of his eyes went blind.

At this time, he suddenly remembered that he was the head of the Wu family, and he had forcefully buried Great-Grandfather Wu in the tomb he had chosen. Then, facing the direction of the tomb, he let out a long sigh and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. In just a few days, he had died on his own brick bed.

At that time, this matter had spread very widely and mysteriously in the local area. Even though ten years had passed, many people still remembered it vividly and sighed endlessly.

Later on, after ZhenYangzi Zi returned from Wudang Mountain to cultivate, he became an ordinary Daoist in the White Cloud Temple of Mount Wulan. When he heard this, he was secretly amazed and even specially made a trip to the tomb where Great-Grandfather Wu was buried.

He saw the surrounding weeds and bushes, and in front of Great-Grandfather Wu's grave, On the left and right, there were two piles of soil that were slightly protruding. They were filled with grass and flowers, like two tigers guarding their door. Inwardly, he had to admit that Wei Mazi indeed had a good eye. This place was indeed an excellent land of treasure.

Then, he secretly went to Wei Mazi's tomb. Facing the yellow dirt pile that buried his peers, he could not help but feel emotional. He thought that Wei Mazi did not care about the rules of yin and yang, leaking the secrets of heaven and earth. He deserved it.

He had learned from his mistakes. He was the master of the rear carriage. Hence, Zhenyang Zi secretly set up a rule that he could not surpass even if he died. This was a rule that he could only choose a graveyard for his master's family. As for whether to bury it or not, it was up to his master's family to decide. He would never interfere in this matter.

Fan Wenbin had long heard about the matter of Wei Mazi choosing a tomb for Great-Grandfather Wu and dying from vomiting blood. At this moment, when he saw Zhen Yangzi mention the matter of the past, he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart. After thinking for a moment, he understood the reason behind it.

Seeing this, the Heaven Shaking Child smiled once more. Then, he gently recited an oil poem that was filled with mysteries. "One, three, three, one. Overlap with three, and three, and go up to the nine heavens. There are nine truths above the nine heavens, and the nine truths return to one yuan. " After he finished reading, he actually began to laugh in a self-indulgent manner.

Although the words that Zhenyang Yangzi said were very tactful, his tone faintly revealed a trace of tenacity. Fan Wenbin understood that this matter could not be forced. After a moment, he also smiled as if he understood and said, "What the Taoist priest said makes sense. "

Therefore, this matter that seemed to be very complicated and difficult to deal with was easily resolved with Zhenyang Zi's clear declaration.

The next day, Fan Wenbin found a time to patiently persuade his father to stop harboring his own views, so as to avoid making a scene and letting the neighbors see him as a joke.

Seeing that Zhen Yangzi did not make a clear statement and adopted a neutral attitude, and his son did not help him, Fan Youmin could only look up to the sky and sigh. An arm could not be compared to a thigh, and it was still the minority who would obey the majority.

Thus, he no longer stubbornly insisted on choosing another tomb for his old father. He agreed to bury Great-Grandfather Fan in the old camp of the Fan Family in the Red Groove.

As for that day, in front of the ancestral grave, the words that Zhenyang Yangzi had said, "I'm afraid that it will be detrimental to our descendants in the future. " He had kept those words hidden deep within his heart, and he hadn't said anything to anyone.

However, these words were like a heavy boulder that was pressing heavily on Fan Youmin's heart. As time passed, it became heavier and heavier, and it was so heavy that Fan Youmin almost could not catch his breath.

What happened next was very simple. After the selection of the tomb, according to the Fan Family's customs and customs, the children of the Fan Family held a grand and spectacular funeral for the long-lived Great-Grandfather Fan.

This funeral was said to be the most spectacular in the history of the Fan family. It even surpassed the funeral of the Japanese hero, Fan Tinggui. It quickly shook both sides of the Yellow River, and became a topic that people talked about after meals and tea. It was discussed for a long time.

On the morning of the funeral, the weather was very clear. There was no cloud in ten thousand miles and the wind was gentle. The Fan family specially slaughtered a few fat sheep and boiled them into local clear soup and mutton. After letting everyone open their stomachs and eat a meal, they carried the coffin of Great-Grandfather Fan. Accompanied by the sound of firecrackers and the sound of gongs and drums, they walked towards the old camp of the Fan family in a grandiose manner.

Daoist Priest Zheng Yangzi's face was flushed red. Sitting in Fan Wenbin's Land Rover, he walked at the front and acted as the vanguard of the road. His posture was like a great general who led an army of thousands to battle. He was full of spirit and was in high spirits.

The descendants of the Fan Clan, more or less, each one of them held a wreath banner, and they followed closely behind while the carriage was at its back, wailing along the way. Not only that, especially his two daughters, Fan Wenyan and Fan Wenchun, were even more sorrowful and heartbroken. Tears flowed down their throats and their throats were hoarse.

As the eldest grandson, Fan Wenbin held the long colorful soul flag tightly, and walked at the front of the mourning team with ZhenYangzi Zi.

In the breeze, the soul flag fluttered high in the air, making loud noises. It was like a heavy and heavy Elegy, telling the story of the old man's life of happiness, sorrow, joy, and separation.

Many years later, whenever there was a funeral in the area of the Fan household, there would be people who couldn't help but mention Great-Grandfather Fan's extremely sad and glorious funeral. Even now, they would sigh and praise him endlessly.

The Li family, who had a long-time grudge with the Fan family, could not help but reveal a look of envy and jealousy on their faces. In an extremely emotional tone, it was only when they looked at the Fan family that they could truly call it a funeral.