I don’t doubt that Han Xin buried his mother and Zhu Yuanzhang became emperor.
In the Han Dynasty, there was a loyal minister named Han Xin. Many people said that there was a necessary connection between Han Xin’s fortune and his burial tomb.
It is said that Han Xin’s mother is getting sicker every day. Filial piety Han Xin is worried about her mother’s illness every day. On this night, her mother felt chest pain and shortness of breath. Looking at her terminally ill mother Han Xin, she was so anxious that the neighbors next door also came to visit her.
Han Xin was full of hope that his mother could have a rescue. He picked up the last money from his family and went to ask for medicine for his mother.
The moon and the stars are thin and the breeze is cool, and Xu comes to a path, and the field extends. Han Xin appreciates the moon scenery and rushes on.
Not far ahead, two old men, one tall, one short, one fat and one thin, walked slowly along the path, looking around and whispering from time to time.
Curious, Han Xin quietly followed the old man, and soon the fat man left the path in front and walked up and down to his highland, which was high and covered with weeds, and then shouted to another old man, "Come here, teacher younger brother."
The thin man left the path and went to the highland.
The fat man asked the thin man, "This is the place we are looking for. What do you think?"
Thin people look around without words.
Fat people talk endlessly. "Brother, it’s a treasure trove to gather the aura of heaven and earth in the north, and it’s a place where Sun will be a general and a prince."
Thin Weng pondered for a long time and replied, "Brother, I think this is a Jedi! The long river is dangerous and the water is difficult. If you are buried here, you will cut off your grandson! "
"No, no, teacher younger brother, you are wrong. I have never seen Feng Shui for fifty years!" Argument for the fat man
Fat Weng said, "Brother, let’s make a bet."
Thin Weng asked, "What’s the gambling method?"
Fat Weng took out an egg from the parcel and said, "When I put this egg here, the chicken hatched and said it was a blessed land. If the egg was steamed by the earth, I would give you twelve taels of silver."
"It’s a deal." Thin Weng readily promised.
The two men made a bet and left together.
When the two old men went away, Han Xin came out of the bushes not far away. He heard the old man’s words clearly. Han Xin looked at the old man’s eggs and then looked around and hurried away.
Han Xin invited the doctor to see his mother after the illness, and then waited on her mother to eat the soup, and her spirit was better.
Mother hasn’t eaten for many days. Han Xin was very happy to see that her spirit was better. He went to get some food for her again and cooked two eggs. It was already after midnight when her mother ate something and fell asleep. Han Xin remembered that two old men had made a bet, so he picked up a boiled egg and hurried out of the house.
Walking along his familiar path day by day, Han Xin came to that highland. He quietly squatted not far from the old man’s egg. Soon he heard the egg tapping gently. In a moment, the eggshell cracked and a chicken was drilled from it. Han Xin was overjoyed. He held the chicken in his hands and carefully put it in his arms.
Han Xin will bring cooked eggs to the ground, pick up the eggshells and hide in the distant bushes.
Soon the two old men came through the night dew, and the thin man walked in front, picked up the eggs from the ground, peeled off the eggshells, and ate and said, "Brother, you lost!"
Fat Weng looked at the teacher younger brother who ate with relish and shook his head. It can be said that he took out an ingot of silver from his arms and handed it to Thin Weng. Thin Weng also turned away, and the two of them quickly disappeared in Han Xin’s field of vision.
Han Xin came out of the bushes and hurried away.
When Han Xin came home, he took out a chicken from his arms and put it on his mother’s pillow. The chicken chirped "Ji Ji". When his mother heard this music, she struggled to open her eyes and her face showed a happy smile. Her mother wanted to say something, but she didn’t say it. Her head tilted and she died. Han Xin let out her tears.
Han Xin cried and packed up what a mother had left before her death. She picked up her mother’s body and walked towards the highland against the rising sun.
The mother’s body was put in the place where the chicken hatched in Han Xin. Suddenly, Han Xin felt his feet move. He quickly stepped back a few steps. Soon, a tall grave grew on the ground and buried the mother’s body. A distant voice came from it, "Send your message to the army!" Han Xin recognized this as his mother’s voice. He knelt down and cried like rain.
Han Xin buried his mother and joined the army in Xiang Liang.
In the Chu-Han War, Han Xin played an outstanding military talent. He built a spectacular war stage, and Liu Bang planned to gallop freely out of Chencang, set up the Three Qin Dynasties, destroy the generation, destroy Zhao, lower the swallow, and cut the Qi and annihilate the Chu army, and did not reward the fame above the sky.
Song Mugong nodded with satisfaction after listening. At this time, I didn’t react. As I walked, I had already reached a piece of land, and I was a little scared by the grave bag.
"This is the Mujia Dichang. You have just talked about the importance of the ancestral grave. I’m afraid you should also know that the trouble you have caused now and the Mujia ancestral grave have a beginning. The Mujia ancestral grave is not here." Song Mugong looked at this graveyard and his face became very serious.
I don’t understand Song Mugong’s meaning of asking him to say something.
"In a word, there is a grave robber who upset my Mujiazu grave. That grave robber is your trouble now."
Chapter one hundred and forty-seven Song Mugong
A grave robber disturbed my Mujiazu grave, which is not the victim. If he comes to trouble me again now, Song Mugong said this, and I seriously thought about it. Who else can this person be besides God?
I didn’t expect God to tie the knot with the Mu family so many years ago. Should I say that this is fate or should I say that this is a ghost? What is the resentment in this life?
"That man was the first person to enter the Mujiazu grave. He not only came in, but also destroyed the Mujiazu grave and stole the things belonging to the Mujia family. The descendants of the Mujia family protected these things. Only by finding the person out of the conditions did they save the Mujiazu grave and the most important things." Song Mugong looked at me. Although his expression did not change much, I could hear the anger in his tone.
"In case that man strikes the ancestors again, you will guard the Mujiazu grave, right?" I looked at Song Mugong and asked.
Song Mugong nodded faintly when he heard this.
"History has destroyed many Feng Shui families by digging ancestral graves, but I didn’t expect that it would all be done by one person." After Song Mugong said this, I was even more calm.
Grave digger? Still professional! Still dug a lot of homes!
"You mean that man is not only good at digging graves but also has dug many homes? No, no,no. That’s not the point. You mean … he can live forever, too? " I looked at Song Mugong’s brain, which was a little short-circuited.
"I’ve been paying attention to Mujiazu’s grave since it was destroyed. These things can’t be wrong." Song Mugong turned to look at me and said seriously, "This time I asked you to come here to let you solve him completely."
"I’m afraid you don’t know that bodhi old zu claims to be a god. Now I’m afraid I have no ability to solve him." I looked at Song Mugong and said with difficulty, "Don’t say it’s me, even if it’s Mu Yin’s predecessor, it’s a little difficult."
Hearing Mu Yin’s name, Song Mugong frowned and said slowly, Mu Yin? I said, what’s that little thing? There’s a grave without a soul. The original soul is still alive.
I just smiled casually, but I didn’t say much. I walked around these graves one by one and looked at their tombstone names. However, when I saw the last grave, I stopped.
My name is written on it. Not only that, but everything is correct. The column of death date is the day when my father cut out my heart.
I think it’s strange that I can still see my grave when I’m alive. I’m afraid Song Mugong also saw the clue. He came over and looked at the tombstone and smiled and said, This is your father who sent you back here himself, but I didn’t expect you to be alive. Sometimes Mu Rong can’t see through him. He seems to know all the secrets, but he can keep these hidden hearts from being discovered by others. You are his son. Can you see through him?
I shook my head and went back to my dad. I had the same impression of my dad, as if you had seen him clearly, but the fact is that he has a deeper talent and he won’t show off when he has to.
"Let’s continue to talk about that person." Song Mugong saw that my expression became very serious and turned the topic back. I was well-informed and prepared to listen quietly.
"How is Feng Shui?" Song Mugong is like an elder asking about his homework, but when it comes to Feng Shui, I seem to have a choice. Silence Feng Shui is painful for me.
Song Mugong seemed to know that I was born with a brain-dead thing about geomantic omen. He smiled and said to himself, Mu’s ancestral grave is not here. Mu’s family has had a strong talent as a teacher of yin and yang since I started. To keep this, I chose a piece of geomantic omen treasure for myself and buried it for future generations, which is to ensure that the talent of Mu’s teacher of yin and yang is taken away from the ancestral grave. Not only that, but also Wang Longqi in cloth.
In my memory, there seems to be no one in Wang Ren except Zhu Yuanzhang and Liu Bang. Liu Banghuang finished with people around him, but Zhu Yuanzhang was different. Liu Bowen around Zhu Yuanzhang was not a simple person. If Zhu Yuanzhang didn’t have him around him, I’m afraid Zhujiajiangshan wouldn’t be so easy to fight.
There are also many stories about Zhu Yuanzhang’s ancestral graves, and there are five.
First, after Zhu Yuanzhang’s parents died, Zhu Yuanzhang’s brothers carried their parents’ bodies to the mountain and buried them as soon as they went out. When heavy rain came to the mountain, Zhu Yuanzhang’s brothers fled for their lives, put their parents’ bodies on the ground and ran when the rain stopped. When Zhu Yuanzhang became emperor, he sent Buddhist Liu Bowen to inspect his ancestral grave. After Liu Bowen returned to the DPRK, he said to Zhu Yuanzhang, "No wonder the holy parents can be emperors when they are buried in the dragon’s nest!
Second, Zhu Yuanzhang’s grandfather went out to herd cattle one day and saw two Feng Shui gentlemen coming from far away. The master said to his disciples, "The cave here is full of gas, such as burying ancestors and descendants, and the emperor will come out." "How can the master tell?" "If you don’t believe me, break a branch and insert it here, it will take root and sprout in ten days." The apprentice then broke a branch and inserted it into the face. At this time, two people noticed that Zhu Yuanzhang’s grandfather was close to him and remembered that the secret could not be revealed. He pretended to ask for directions and pointed to his ear to show that he was deaf. So the two apprentices left with confidence. Zhu Yuanzhang’s grandfather observed the branch every day, and it really took root and sprouted after a few days. So on the ninth day, they changed it and inserted it into the face with dead branches. Later, when Zhu Yuanzhang
Three is? It is said that Zhu Yuanzhang’s grandfather is very good at water, and he can be called "getting water" one day and one night. Mr. Feng Shui drove the dragon from Jiangxi to this place and found that the dragon was dying in the pool before the mountain. A big buffalo came home and carried its ancestors’ bones and wanted to be buried, but the water depth didn’t go, so he found "getting water". After listening to Mr. Zhu Yuanzhang’s words, he knew that it was a good land and wanted to bury his father here. Mr. Feng Shui had no way to promise Mr. Feng Shui to wrap his ancestors’ bones with red cloth. I swallowed Zhu Yuanzhang’s ancestors’ bones, so I stopped talking. I couldn’t tell Mr. Feng Shui that when he saw God’s will, he called it "getting water". When Grandpa Zhu Yuanzhang came, he asked Mr. Feng Shui that it was good for his ancestors to be buried here. Mr. Feng Shui said that "the left corner minister is like the right corner minister, and the right corner minister is like Zhu Jiatian and Liu Jiaxiang".
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