Shocked, I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. Everything before me was so clear. "Incredible!" I was filled with indescribable excitement. According to the principles of feng shui and yin and yang, this was the legendary 'dragon vein,' which was used to bury emperors in ancient times. I never expected it to appear here. Who is buried here?
At this point, I was certain that this dragon vein had been altered by someone whose mastery of feng shui and yin-yang techniques had reached a level of near perfection.
I remember my grandfather telling me when I was a child that there was a technique in Feng Shui Yin Yang that could be used to find the dragon's eyes and turn them into dragons in mountains and rivers, which could be called changing the world. However, this technique has long been lost, but it is said that Liu Bowen of the Ming Dynasty obtained it.
The art of Feng Shui and Yin-Yang is profound and evolved from the I Ching, but this art clashes with the heavens, and those who reach its pinnacle will inevitably encounter misfortune.
Lightning flashed and darkness fell completely. Just as I was about to leave and come back another day to investigate, a cold wind suddenly swept through the valley ahead, making me shiver.
Looking up, I saw a frightening scene: a row of figures walked out of the dark valley, followed by four figures carrying a coffin.
These figures were all wearing straw raincoats and bamboo hats, and would have been completely invisible if not for the flashes of lightning in the sky.
Before I knew it, I was sweating profusely, and the alcohol had completely worn off. I quickly took out three incense sticks from the cloth bag I carried with me, lit them, and respectfully bowed in front of me. My grandfather had told me that these were spirits, different from ghosts. They were the guards of the emperors buried here, or rather, the guardians of the tombs, much like ghost soldiers.
If you encounter them, you must immediately give way and never offend them, otherwise the consequences will be severe.
The presence of ghostly soldiers here clearly indicates that an emperor must be buried within the dragon vein, but who could it be?
Historically, no emperors have ever been born in the Bashu region. Furthermore, the terrain here is mostly low hills, and in southern Sichuan, there is no majestic dragon-like appearance. Therefore, emperors of past dynasties would never have been buried here.
After the ghostly soldiers passed, I hurried home. It was already dark, but fortunately it wasn't far. Besides, I've been used to walking in the dark since I was a child, so I arrived in town in no time. I passed by Sanwazi's house and saw his wife arguing with him. Sanwazi is known in our area as a henpecked husband. If his wife says go east, he goes east; if she says go west, he goes west.
His face was often scratched raw by his wife. Every time they argued, Sanwazi would be as quiet as a dog, staying to the side and not daring to utter a sound.
But today, to the astonishment of the neighbors, his wife was making a huge scene, then started smashing things, and after smashing things, she tried to slap Sanwazi.
But then Sanwazi roared, "Damn it, I've had enough!"
With a bang, Sanwazi opened the door, picked up a stick from outside, dragged his wife out, and pinned her to the ground to beat her until she screamed for her parents. For a moment, none of us could react.
By the time they realized what was happening, Sanwazi had already beaten his wife so badly that she couldn't even scream anymore; you could hear the thud of the stick hitting her.
When we saw this, we realized it was serious. If we didn't pull Sanwazi away, he might beat his wife to death. Several grown men rushed over and pulled Sanwazi away. His wife's mouth was bleeding, so we quickly took her to the hospital.
Sanwazi seemed a bit off today. When we grabbed him, he was incredibly strong and acted like a madman, yelling, "I'm going to beat this woman to death today, don't stop me!"
When I saw the third child, his eyes were flashing with a fierce light, and his face was pale with a murderous aura. I immediately knew that this child must have encountered something. I quickly called someone to grab a handful of lime, sprinkled it on him, and slapped him across the face again.
He was sweating profusely, his body went limp, and he seemed weak and powerless. "Brother Liu, thank you."
"What are you thanking me for? Do you even know that you almost beat your wife to death? If you beat your wife to death, your son Er'er will be finished."
All the neighbors had gone home, and I was about to go back too, when Sanwazi insisted on pulling me aside for a drink, saying he had something to tell me.
After pouring two cups of Fenggu wine, Sanwazi cut up a plate of cured meat and grabbed two handfuls of peanuts. "Brother Liu, I can only tell you this. No one else would believe me."
Ten Blind Men
While drinking, Sanwazi told me about the strange thing he saw that afternoon, "I was going up the mountain to cut down some trees to make furniture, you know! Guess what I saw?"
"What did you see? Why are you being so secretive?"
"I saw that mountain ahead, and it suddenly became very tall, filled with huge trees. It was like a paradise, with waterfalls flowing down from it. There was smoke everywhere on the mountaintop, and the trees were so thick that it would take at least two people to hug them. At first, I didn't believe it, so I ran over and used a machete to check the trees. Hey! I can't believe it, I actually made marks after making two cuts. Just as I was about to go in, several big monkeys jumped out, picked fruit, and hit me. I saw that it was dark inside, so I didn't dare to go in."
"When I got back, the primeval mountain disappeared again. Isn't that strange?"
I shook my head. "Sanwazi, don't try to fool me. I think you've been possessed by a ghost; your mind isn't clear." Actually, I was also quite startled. The mountain Sanwazi saw must be that dragon vein. I remember the old folks in the village saying that before the Qing Dynasty, this area was a primeval forest with very few native Sichuanese. Later, with the "Huguang Filling Sichuan" program, large numbers of people from Hunan and Guangdong migrated here. Our Liu family migrated from Hunan, and gradually the population increased. Then, after liberation, Mao Zedong launched the Great Leap Forward, cutting down trees, clearing land, even killing all the sparrows. Only now is our mountain slowly recovering, covered with trees, and wild animals are gradually reappearing.
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