Chapter 18 Ancestral Tomb

"Huh? Liao Xiaohong, born in Qianlong for 50 years and died in Xianfeng for six years. What does this mean?

Just as Ye Tian was looking at the spectacle of yin and yang together, his eyes inadvertently swept over a piece of ground, and a line of words suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Qianlong's fiftieth year old? Isn't that 1785? This Liao Xiaohong is the ancestor of Liao Haode..."

There was a former Qing Xiucai as a teacher. Ye Tian was very proficient in reciting the emperor's chronology and events of all dynasties. With a calculation in his heart, he confirmed the age of this person's name.

It is confirmed that this is the ancestral tomb of the Liao family, and the rest of the matter will be easy to do. Anyone who has a little ventilation understands that the burial order of the ancestral cemetery is exquisite.

Generally speaking, the one with the longest vein should be in the best place for feng shui in the cemetery, that is, the middle and above, and the children are arranged down next to his grave, and the grandchildren are further behind.

Due to the limited land area, the general ancestral graves are five generations. When the cemetery area is not enough, some branches will be separated and ancestral graves will be set up alone.

For example, the ancestral tomb of the Liao family has been passed down from the Qianlong period. At least six generations can be derived in 100 years. Now it has far more than buried five generations, but there is no branch. It seems that after the guidance of the masters, they refuse to leave this feng shui treasure.

Looking at a personal name and digesting a message, Ye Tian felt very strange in his heart at this time. No wonder the ancients said that the feng shui master could communicate with yin and yang to change his life, but it was not nonsense.

But what excites Ye Tian most at this time is that his body has not changed. Except for the beginning of some dizziness, everything is normal now.

"Liao Guo's! Born in the first year of the Republic of China, he died in 1952 A.D., and had a son, Liao Haode..."

After searching according to the traditional burial position, Ye Tian finally found Liao Guo's information in the corner of the cornfield and quickly walked over with a compass.

"Ye Tian, no... Xiao Zhenren, have you found where my mother's coffin is?"

Liao Haode, who followed Ye Tian, was a little nervous. Ye Tian was already his last hope. If he couldn't find it, he could only bury his father here and leave and return to the United States.

"Let me see again..." Ye Tian waved his hand, signaled Liao Haode not to speak, and then opened the lush corn stalk and walked around the position.

After pretending to compare with the compass in his hand, Ye Tian stopped and said, "If it's right, it should be here..."

"Really...really?"

Liao Haode's voice trembled a little. He was in his 10s when he left the mainland. He still has a deep memory of his mother. At present, he is about to find the place where his mother is buried, and it is inevitable that his children will be a little sad.

"Ha ha, will you know if you dig it out..." Ye Tian smiled and didn't say much.

"Hey, you guys come here..."

Ye Tian heard the noise behind him. Looking back, Feng Kuang took several young people into the cornfield with a spade, waved to Feng Kuang in front of him, and said, "Bring the shovel..."

Feng Jiang held the shovel, but did not hand it to Ye Tian. Instead, he looked at Liao Haode and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, is this... reliable?"

Ye Tian was a little unhappy when he heard the words. He curled his lips and said, "If you don't believe me, don't look for me..."

"Ye Tian, don't listen to his nonsense..." Liao Haode stretched his face, reached out to grab the shovel in his nephew's hand, and handed it to Ye Tian's hand.

Ye Tian took the shovel that grew a lot longer than his height. After cleaning up the corn stalks around him within three or four square meters, he drew a line on the ground and said, "I'll dig from here and go down four feet. Er, just a little more than one meter, and you can see the coffin..."

"If you can't find it later, clean up your boy..."

After Feng Kuang glanced at Ye Tian, he muttered in a low voice and spit in the palm of his hand. He grabbed the shovel and was about to shovel it to the ground.

"Son', did I say start digging?"

without waiting for the spade to touch the ground, Ye Tian let out a shout in his mouth. He was so scared that he quickly closed his hand, but he almost shoveled down his feet.

"What are you doing? Why don't you dig when you find a place? This is my family's land. If it's dug up, I won't look for you..." A brother of my family who followed Feng Kuang didn't agree when he saw this situation, and immediately stared at Ye Tian.

Seeing the young man blowing his nose and staring at him, Ye Tian waved his hand and said carelessly, "You can dig. Now dig, that's called a violent corpse. You have no problem with digging..."

In the traditional customs of Chinese tombs, there are a lot of things to pay attention to, especially after burial, and there are more attention to the coffins for various reasons.

Generally speaking, this situation is to find Mr. Fengshui to choose an auspicious day and pick up the coffin within the specified time.

If it is daytime, it is necessary to build a pergola above, because if the bones are exposed to the sun, it will cause the imbalance of yin and yang, which will have a great impact on future generations.

Seeing Ye Tian seemed to be a little angry, Liao Haode quickly came forward and said, "Ye Tian, don't have a lot of knowledge with them. What else do you have to do, just tell them..."

After hearing Liao Haode's words, Ye Tian suddenly remembered something. He looked at the young people and said, "You guys, don't spread this matter in the future. If you can promise me, you can say..."

Although it's fun to show people feng shui, Ye Tian doesn't want to make a living from this in the future, and then be called a little magic stick. Ye Tian is determined to go to college.

"Ye Tian, don't worry, they won't say..."

After Liao Haode gave Ye Tian a guarantee, he looked at his juniors and said, "If anyone knows about this in the future, no matter who said it, you guys don't recognize me as an old uncle..."

"Yes, uncle, we won't say it out..."

Feng Kuang and others don't care about Ye Tian's words, but they are different from this rich uncle. If you don't listen to him, won't you cut off the way to make money?

You know, when Liao Haode came back this time, each relative gave 1,000 yuan and an 18-inch Shanghai TV set, which was already a big hand in the countryside in 1986.

And there is another reason why Feng Zai is so paid attention to his uncle's affairs. After seeing the old-fashioned calligraphy and paintings, Liao Haode once said that Chinese antique calligraphy and painting are very valuable in foreign countries.

This person has no intention to listen to the intention. At that time, he had an idea in his heart. He wanted to open a store in the county to buy and sell antiques, but he was a young man in his early 20s. How could he have the capital? This matter was still required to Liao Haode.

"Listen to the little brother. Whoever talks nonsense, I can't forgive him first!"

So Liao Haode's words still have a lot of weight in their hearts, especially in Feng Kuang, and he warned his brothers to say a few words, pretending to be the head of Ye Tianma.

Ye Tian was not polite. He took a corn sty and pointed on the ground a few times and said, "You guys, bring me the canvas I asked you to bring. Here, there is also a pile and build a shed with canvas..."

This pergola is also exquisite, otherwise it is also possible to destroy the feng shui qi here. The places Ye Tian pointed out are all where the eyes see that there is no yin and yang.

"I said why do I bring such a big piece of cloth? I dare to use it..."

After hearing Ye Tian's words, several people went back and carried the canvas on the carriage. This was borrowed from the family in the village that specializes in red and white weddings. If they were all opened, four or five tables of banquets could be held underneath, but one person could not move.

There is no technical work to build a shed, which is not a problem for several strong young men at all. Half an hour later, the shed has been built according to Ye Tian's instructions. In addition to blocking the sun, the shed is airy on all sides.

After setting up the shed, Ye Tian asked those people to carry down the coffin on the carriage. The coffin was much heavier than the canvas. After several people carried it in, they were also tired and panting.

This coffin is made of good fir wood, and there is no trace of moth in the whole body. Originally, an old man in the county kept it for his own use. Liao Haode spent a lot of money to buy it. Although it is not as good as the coffin made of golden nanmu and sandalwood, it is also a

After putting the coffin under the shed, Ye Tian pointed to the line he had just drawn and said, "Dig, go down four feet, and you will definitely see the coffin..."

After being commanded by Ye Tian for a long time, several young men also held back an evil fire in their hearts. At the moment, they didn't say much. One of them dug up with a shovel. Before long, a pit about two meters long and a width was revealed.

When several people dug, Ye Tian had been standing on the pit observing the color of the soil. After stepping on a piece of soil under his feet, Ye Tian's voice sounded, "Wait, you can't dig..."

"What's the matter? Ye Tian, have you found...?"

Liao Haode was excited. He saw that the depth of the pit was more than one meter. Has he found his mother's coffin? But... why didn't I see it?

Ye Tian nodded, bent down to pick up a piece of dark soil from the ground, handed it to Liao Haode, and said, "Grandpa Liao, look at this. This is actually not soil, but the traces left by the decay of the coffin..."

When Ye Tian and Lao Dao learned feng shui, he not only carried those feng shui books, but also went to the wild cemetery at the foot of Maoshan Mountain several times. He was no stranger to this kind of rotten coffin.

After explaining a few words to Liao Haode, Ye Tian shouted at several people in the pit below, "Hey, you guys, remove the soil with your hands and small shovels to see if there is a line..."

From the rotten coffin residue, Ye Tian can see that the coffin used by Liao Haode's mother is not made of good wood. After so many years, it must have been completely mixed with the soil.

"Yes, hey, there's really a line, ouch, I... Didn't I step on my uncle and grandma?"

After several people heard Ye Tian's words, they pulled on the ground. Sure enough, they saw a black thread about an inch thick. With the timid one, they suddenly felt that their scalp was numb, and they threw the shovel and climbed up.

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