Daomu Biji

The old man spoke in a clear voice with a Changsha accent, and the content of his words aroused my surprise.

I secretly looked at the old man. He looked very strange. He was probably in his seventies. He was skinny and short in stature. There was a trace of scrotum between his eyebrows. He was wearing an old cotton-padded jacket that was a little wrinkled. He had reading glasses that looked like the bottom of a beer bottle. He probably had them. Half blind.

Dressed like this, he doesn't look like a guest here. However, there are many talented people in the second uncle's teahouse, so the waiter is not surprised. These days, there are everyone.

I remained calm and watched to see what he would do. I saw him pick up the book and return to his seat with his hands behind his back. His back was very straight and his steps were brisk. If he was not a martial artist, he must have been a soldier before.

There were several other people on his seat, all of whom were elderly and chatting. When they saw the old man coming back, they all looked respectful. It was obvious that this guy was the boss.

I secretly brought my tea over and sat down behind them, with my ears perked up to listen to what the old man would say.

At first, the old men chatted about stocks for a while, which sounded very unpleasant to me. Half an hour later, the old man remembered that he had taken the magazine. He only heard the old man say: "By the way, come on, let you see something interesting."

As he said that, he unfolded the magazine and turned to the page that I had burned. I heard that there was something wrong. This guy might really know something. He didn't even dare to let it out. The old man said again: "Come and see." Look, what’s so special about this map, let me test you.”

The old men looked around and chatted a lot. What's so special about a map with a hole burned by cigarettes? Those old men are really good at pulling it. Some of them even pulled it into a tripod and shook their heads for the old man. It's all wrong.

My intestines were itching after hearing this, and I was looking forward to the answer being announced soon. Why don't I just surrender?

Seeing that no one could speak up, the old man laughed, suddenly lowered his voice and said something I couldn't understand. Several other people immediately became excited and rushed to read the magazine.

I felt depressed all of a sudden. It's okay. What dialect are you talking about? Is it because I just don't have the fate to know this?

What I didn't expect was that all the subsequent conversations between this group of people would use that strange language. I listened carefully for a long time and could only confirm that it was not a Chinese dialect. ***Where did those old men come from?

After listening to it for a long time, I really couldn’t stand it any longer, and my mind started to heat up, and I thought, “You don’t want me to understand, right? I’ll ask you myself, and there’s nothing you can do for me.” Concerned, I stood up and walked to their side, pretending to be a studious young man, and asked, "Where are these old men from?

Why do I think this sounds so weird? "

This was very abrupt in Hangzhou, unlike in Beijing, where more or less everyone in the teahouse courtyard knew each other. I regretted this as soon as I said it, wondering if I should have given him a look.

Unexpectedly, the old men were stunned and laughed, and one of them said: "Little boy, it's normal that you don't understand. This is the Miao dialect. Only a thousand people in the country can speak it."

I was surprised: "Are those Miao people? Why don't they look like them?"

The old men laughed again and did not answer me. I saw that these people were talkative, not from this area, so I might be able to ask something, so I quickly followed the momentum and asked: "Guys, don't laugh. I just heard this old man say, what's the Feng Shui bureau? This map is I gave it perms, is it possible that it was some kind of gimmick?"

The old man looked me over and said, "Young man is also interested in Feng Shui? You don't understand this knowledge."

"I understand! I understand!" I wanted to lick his feet to make him say it quickly. "How about you tell me and open my eyes?"

The old man and the others looked at each other and smiled, and said: "Actually, it's nothing. Look, the three points you permed have special positions. Connect them and look sideways. What do you see?"

I picked up the magazine and took a look. Suddenly, I felt cold all over. "This is it!" I opened my mouth wide.

It turns out that the Western Zhou Tombs in Qimeng Mountain, the Wofuling Pagoda Underground Palace in Guangxi and the Undersea Tombs in Xisha, where the three fish were unearthed, are connected by curves along the Chinese coastline. The shapes are very familiar. If you look closely, it is a looming... Dragon-shaped veins!

I wanted to slap myself in the face and thought to myself, Wu Xie, why are you so stupid! He didn't know how to draw on the map. He just cared about the different dynasties in these places. Why didn't he think of the relationship between them?

The old man saw my surprise and knew that I had seen the clues. He felt a bit appreciative and said: "It's a not so obvious 'water dragon'. To put it nicely, it's called a hidden dragon coming out of the sea. However, this The bureau is still a little short of a faucet." As he said that, he picked up his cigarette, pointed it at the magazine, and pointed it at the location of Changbai Mountain.

The magazine was smoking, but I couldn't react at all. I was stunned for a moment and asked him: "This~ this, Master, what is the purpose of this round?"

The old man chuckled: "Look, this is called a peak on the side and a ridge on the side. Look at these points, connecting the Changbai Mountains, Qinling Mountains, Qimeng Mountains, and the Kunlun Mountains into the ground. This is called a thousand dragons pressing their tails. Several dragon veins in China are connected underground. When looking at Feng Shui, there are naturally countless places to gather energy and store wind along the entire line. These points you place are all critical treasures. Because one end of this line is in the water and the other is on the shore, it is called the Water Dragon."

"However, this kind of big-headed feng shui is not practical. The dragon veins seen with this kind of feng shui are relatively abstract. We call them big-headed dragons. In ancient times, they were used for divination to determine the fortune of the world. The location of Beijing was determined by this. Choosing a mausoleum for the emperor, this Feng Shui is too big, and I only know a little bit about it. If the master is Wang Zanghai in the early Ming Dynasty, big head Feng Shui is his specialty. "

When I heard this, my eyes were dazzled, and I felt that all my senses were opened, and all the things that I couldn't figure out came to my mind at the same time.

Why did the hexagonal bell in the corpse cave in Wufenling outside the Lu Palace appear in the undersea tomb, and why the relics in the Western Zhou tomb turned into a snake-browed copper fish? The reason is too simple, because Wang Zanghai has been to all these places.

The treasure eye of the water dragon is usually a place where the dragon's veins hide the wind and gather energy, and usually a building or mausoleum has been built. Although we still don’t know the purpose of placing the copper fish in these precious eyes, according to the general practice of Feng Shui, this Feng Shui line big-headed dragon is designed for the dragon head on Changbai Mountain.

All this is for Genting Palace. No wonder he is so fascinated and he spent so much effort.

Then who is buried in the heavenly palace under the snow?

The old man saw that I was lost in thought, and probably didn't know what I was thinking, so he asked the others to stand up, put the magazine into my hand, and waved to pay.

I thought about it and didn't react. When I remembered to ask for his contact information, he had already walked out of the teahouse. I chased him out and saw him take off his glasses. When I saw the outline of his eyes and facial features, there was a click and I couldn't help but stop.

I saw an extremely terrifying scar starting from the corner of his eye, crossing his nose, and ending at the corner of his eye on the other side. There was a dent in the bridge of his nose, as if it had been scratched by some sharp weapon.

When I saw his eyes, I was frightened again and forgot to chase him. As a result, a group of them got into the car and drove away.

I thought about it again and felt that this old man was unusual in his conversation and lacked energy. It was probably what Lao Hai said today, Chen Pi Asi!

We were talking about him during the meal just now, so why did we meet him in the teahouse now? What a coincidence.

I thought about it, and suddenly I felt that it was a bit abrupt for Lao Hai to come to Hangzhou to tell me stories out of nowhere. Could it be that there was something going on between this old man and Lao Hai? You set up such a trap to lure me into the game?

This old man looks a little cunning, so be careful.

I cursed secretly in my heart, but I didn’t know what this trick was about. I suddenly felt doubtful in my heart. I recalled Lao Hai’s narration, wasn’t this old man already blind? How can I still see it? Moreover, he speaks with a strong voice, unlike a ninety-year-old person.

However, after I figured out the big-headed hidden dragon's situation, I felt a lot more comfortable, and the gloomy feeling was completely gone. I turned around and went back to pay the bill, then went home and had a good sleep.

When I woke up at noon the next day, I looked at the invitation and realized, damn, it’s over. I called Lao Hai, but he didn’t have much to say, except that no one took pictures of that fish. I felt so happy that I was a fool to buy this thing. After explaining a few more words, I heard that Lao Hai seemed very busy over there, and it looked like he had bought a lot of things, so I stopped being wordy with him.

I don’t want to go to the store in the afternoon. I wanted to go to the teahouse and wait for that person, but my third uncle's shop called me and said someone was looking for me.

I thought to myself that the old itch had reappeared, so I drove over anxiously. When I walked into the store, I saw a man sitting on the sofa in the guest seat. My eyes almost sore and tears almost fell, and I screamed immediately. Get up, "Panzi!"