Birth, aging, illness and death are the norm of life.
If your child dies young and is separated from you forever, do you want to let go and look forward to seeing him again? I will tell you that this is not impossible. Put the body in a round basin, cover it, drill a hole at the bottom, and the diameter of the burial pit is six feet and six inches. Cover it with soil for three square meters. From then on, the child's soul will drill out from the small hole at the bottom of the basin and meet you in your dreams every night.
If your relatives die unfortunately and have mutilated limbs, do you hope that he will have peace after death and seek a perfect rebirth? I will tell you that this can also be done. Use clay to make up for the mutilated limbs, face the head to the west, and bend the body to bury. The deceased will suffer all the grievances of three lives in this life, and will live comfortably in the future.
In short, if you have such needs, you can find me.
My name is Wei Jingzhe, and I run an ancestral black shop. However, my black shop does not overcharge customers. It just does not have a business license because the government does not have the category I run.
My father, who has long retired to the countryside, told me that my profession is strictly called a ritual official. This is an ancient official position. All my ancestors did this. My mother said that my father often did this.
Our profession is only responsible for the funeral ceremony among the five rituals. To put it bluntly, it is to bury the dead. There are many things to pay attention to here, and it is definitely not just the funeral home. There are thousands of ways for people to die. Different ways of death and burial methods are also different. There are many professional skills. Not only do you have to know the process and choose a place based on feng shui, but you also have to be proficient in various tomb structures that have appeared from ancient times to the present, to see what kind of dead people are suitable for what kind of tombs, and even set up anti-theft mechanisms. In my father's words, the tomb is something standing between yin and yang. It must take into account the emotions of the living and the needs of the dead. Only with strong professional skills can you satisfy customers.
Unfortunately, in this era of cremation, there are too few people who believe in the ancestors' set. My business has always been bleak. I have thought about changing my career, but I can't beat my father.
I don't believe in his tricks. I prefer the big stick in his hand. He would beat me hard if I didn't agree with him. He called it "dog-beating stick method". I couldn't stand it.
So I could only guard the store and squander the rest of my life.
"Another day has passed..."
This is the helpless sigh I make almost every day.
At dusk, I looked at the streets full of cars and horses, but my store was deserted, forming a sharp contrast. I shook my head and was about to get up to close the door when a young man walked in.
This is a very tall and strong young man with a huge pair of sunglasses that almost covered half of his face.
"Is there a white funeral at home? Choose a date or look at the grave? I recommend taking care of the whole process. There are mourners. They cry so well, just like their mothers have died. It's so miserable!"
I was overjoyed and got up to greet him.
The young man took off his sunglasses and said with a sullen face: "Seventh brother, you just opened the door to welcome guests like this? You're lucky not to be beaten to death..."
"Third brother?"
I was surprised when I saw the young man's face clearly.
I know this man, his name is Xing Wei, a good brother of my dormitory at school. At that time, people in the dormitory liked to compare the size. I was the seventh and he was the third. Unfortunately, I was not good at studying, and the total score was not even 20. He was not bad. He went to college in Taiyuan, a university of science and technology. Since then, I have rarely seen him. In more than a year, I have met less than three times, but our friendship has not faded. I felt very cordial when I met him at this time, and hurriedly pulled him to sit down and greet him.
"Seventh Brother, let's talk about this later when we have time."
After sitting for a while, Xing Wei said, "I'm here to talk to you for real."
Seeing that he looked serious, I stopped joking and said seriously, "What's the matter? Tell me, brothers, don't hide it."
"My grandfather has a problem!"
Xing Wei sighed and told the general story.
The old man has a bit of uremia. At the beginning of this year, his condition worsened and he was sent to the hospital for observation. But something strange happened recently. He dreams of his grandfather, Xing Wei's great-grandfather, almost every night. He also says that the old man is wearing a black shroud, smiling, and constantly waving outside the door. This happens every night. After a long time, the old man has hallucinations. Sometimes he takes a nap in the middle of the day, and when he opens his eyes, he shouts that his grandfather is looking at him on the ceiling...
"Some people say that this is my great-grandfather who is coming to take my grandfather away..."
Xing Wei said: "What they said is very detailed, and I am a little worried. I know you understand this, so I just come to ask you to see if there is any way."
I also feel a little creepy when I hear it. My father has told me similar things. There are also records in the books left by our ancestors. Some people have heavy yin energy when they are old and are easily involved in some things. Some are seduced away before their life span is over because they don't pay attention to it. This kind of problem is not with the living, but with the dead. Generally, the dead have something to ask for.
I thought for a moment and asked, "Did you just wave to him? Did you say anything to your grandfather? For example, you said you were cold, hungry, or lonely? Or did you notice anything wrong with him, like he was not wearing socks or clothes?"
"No, he was just smiling."
Xing Wei said, "My grandfather said that my great-grandfather was dressed neatly. He was from the Qing Dynasty, and his head was shaved clean, just like when he was buried!"
"Do you still worship him during festivals?"
I hesitated for a moment and asked, "Besides, your great-grandfather...didn't have any grudges with your grandfather?"
"How could that be! My great-grandfather passed away early, and my grandfather was raised by my great-grandfather. He was so close to my great-grandfather!"
Xing Wei said, "My great-grandfather was buried in our hometown, which is far away, but my grandfather still urged us to worship him during festivals!"
"That's strange. If the old man dreamed of someone he didn't know, it might be bad. But if he dreamed of a relative, it's probably because the relative needs something in the afterlife, or an abused old man is coming to take his descendants away. I've never heard of someone harming his descendants for no reason."
I thought for a while and said, "If all the situations I mentioned are ruled out, then it's probably because there's something wrong with your great-grandfather's tomb. It's been buried for a long time, and anything can happen. Let's do this. It's getting late today. I'll go to your great-grandfather's grave with you later. If it doesn't work, I can change the layout of the grave. I can do that!"
Xing Wei agreed, made an appointment with me, and left.
That night, I went home and checked many books left by my ancestors, but still had no clues and no idea in my mind. I have been in this industry for too short a time. I have seen funerals several times, and basically followed the methods left by my ancestors. This kind of strange thing was the first time I encountered it. Finally, I could only call my father.
My father said that if the dead do not sleep peacefully, they will easily blame their descendants, or even harm them. He asked me to go to the cemetery to find the problem, and if it doesn't work, I have to open the coffin.
He said in a heavy tone that this matter could be big or small, and asked me to call him anytime if I have any questions, and then hung up.
Early the next morning, Xing Wei came. This grandson's father was rich and had already got a car. Without saying a word, he pulled me into his off-road vehicle and went straight to the grave of his great-grandfather.
I only knew that his hometown seemed to be in western Shanxi, but who knew that he would pull me into the Luliang Mountains. There was no village in front and no shop behind. After a whole day of bumpy ride, I arrived at the place at dusk, which was a loess hill in the mountains.
"Why didn't you tell me the place earlier? You can't open the coffin later!"
I poked Xing Wei's nose and sprayed saliva all over his face. Then I walked around the loess hill. I knew what was going on. I couldn't help laughing and said, "Third brother, your great-grandfather has a lot of capital. This is already a big tomb. It's exclusive to noble masters. There are many concubines."
"Okay, you can see this?"
Xing Wei gave a thumbs up: "There's some tricks."
I shook my head. If you were born in such a family and couldn't even see this, you would basically die.
This tomb is very unique, or it is also a flash in the pan in history. It is very representative, which can be seen from the appearance.
Normal tombs are built by digging underground, but this tomb is actually built on the surface, just like building a house. After it is built, soil is transported from other places to cover the house, forming a huge tomb mound. The internal structure is very unique, similar to the pig pens in the current breeding farms. There are tombs separated by partitions next to each other. There is a coffin in each tomb. It is a tomb where wives and concubines are buried together in the old society. The husband lies in the middle, and the wives and concubines are on both sides.
If nothing unexpected happens, this loess hill is a tomb pile, in the shape of "one". I roughly estimated the length and there should be seven tombs in it. This kind of tomb was also called "seven-combined tomb" in the past, and it was opened by experts.
After turning around for a few times, I didn't see any clues, so I took the tools from the car and prepared to open the coffin.
Opening this kind of "Seven-combined Tomb" is very particular. You must find the tomb chamber of the person you want to open accurately and directly dig into the tomb chamber from above. If you find the wrong one, you must withdraw and dig again. You must not touch the partition walls in the tomb chamber. Those walls are very well sealed, and the interior is basically in a vacuum state. There is white phosphorus inside, which will burn when it encounters air. If it doesn't burn people to death, it will poison them!
I want to open the coffin of his great-grandfather, so I directly picked the shovel in the middle of the loess hill. As a result, after a few shovels, my face turned black.
I saw that the earth pit, which was 20 to 30 centimeters deep, was actually pouring green water "gurgling up". I leaned over to smell it. The water was fishy, but not smelly.
"Old Third, I'm afraid I can't solve this problem."
I dropped the shovel and stood up, sighing and saying, "Let's find someone who specializes in solving this kind of thing. It's best to go directly to Longhu Mountain to invite a Taoist priest. I'm talking about a real Taoist priest, understand?"
Xing Wei's face changed drastically: "What? Is it serious?"
I nodded.
My father calls this green water brine, which is not made from seasonings, but from the dead. It is said that in some places, due to the Feng Shui pattern, the underground Yang Qi is too heavy, and the groundwater flows back into the tomb. The corpse soaked in the water for thousands of years without spoiling, and the sealing of the tomb is relatively good. The "brine" fermented by covering it up is very evil.
In the past, there was a tomb with brine in northwest Shanxi. It was exposed in a mudslide. A group of archaeologists conducted rescue excavations. As a result, an old professor immediately became incontinent when he entered the tomb. He peed all over his pants, as if he had peed all his life's urine at once. He has not urinated since then. His penis is like a gourd. He has no choice but to connect a tube and hang a plastic bag around his waist to collect urine most of the time. The smell of urine is always with him...
"This is a big mess."
I patted Xing Wei on the shoulder and said, "I know my ability. I copy what my ancestors said. This is the first time you have encountered such a strange thing, but you have heard a lot. Your great-grandfather's tomb is too fierce. Going down is no different from seeking death. Listen to me, go find a real Taoist priest, don't listen to the nonsense of those monks in the temple or the charlatans who are swindling. It's useless. Maybe your grandfather will really be taken away, and... I'm afraid your whole family will not be at peace!"
After that, I bowed to the tomb again and again, repeatedly apologizing. It was already dark. When I stood up, I vaguely saw the surrounding mountains in the dark, like guards, guarding the loess hill.
This kind of terrain made me feel familiar inexplicably. I was stunned, and then I remembered that there was such a pattern in the Xuankong School Feng Shui that my father had always regarded as a treasure. Unfortunately, I didn't look closely at the time. I just vaguely remembered that the Feng Shui book said that this seemed to be a polar evil burial pavilion!
Xing Wei was scared by what I said. His face was pale and almost colorless. How could he dare to stay here? He pulled me into the car and left as if he was escaping.
For some reason, I was particularly tired on the way back. My muscles were sore all over. I fell asleep silently leaning on the co-pilot, but I didn't sleep well. I was woken up by the cold every few days...