"Bading the tomb" is also called hitting the grave.

Men hit men, women touch women, one man and one woman damage fortune.

If the two coffin died in men, that is, the male hit the man, the saying is to handle it properly, the descendants of the new tomb owner will be absolutely after.

If they are all women, women touch women, and men who are under 18 years of age may get ridiculous.

If it is a man and a woman, it will hurt the fortune of the coffin, that is, lose money, or break the money in a short time.

I remember that the old man in the village was called Grandma Li, and the old man had a good thing. He hadn't done any bad things in his life. At the age of 83, he had no disease and disaster. He really slept at night.

This is called "Hi Mourning" in the local area. No need to say hello to the owner's house. Many people voluntarily go to the house to help. In order to get rid of joy.

The old man died, and after seeing Feng Shui, the gentleman set the lower burial location on the reservoir soil bag. At that time

It cannot exceed 12 noon.

I thought at night, do it or not?

If you do it, it is not enough. Besides, I am alone. No one can help the wind.

If you don't do it, I will feel uncomfortable.

When I pretended to be in my heart, I couldn't sleep when I turned around, and it was dawn without knowing it.

The next afternoon, I followed two aunts with white cloth strips on the head of white clothes.

"Who are you? What do you do with us?" The aunt found out and asked back.

"No, I didn't follow you."

Her two fox doubted me and accelerated her footsteps.

I also speeded up and continued to follow.

When I arrived at the house of Li, there were many people around the tree, and many people were surrounded by the door. They all had men and women. The older people were busy in the house. The young juniors were three or five in groups, smoking and chatting outside the house.

"Brother, give."

"You are ..." This man took my cigarette.

"A distant cousin, just come."

"By the way, the gentleman who shows the position of Feng Shui selection for us, isn't it in the house?" I asked.

"Come."

I reached out to help him lit, he bowed his head, and he was busy using his hand to block the wind.

"call....."

"Sir are here, shortly after entering, there is no hair above that head, surname Song."

"Hey? I am also my family, I don't seem to know you? Which distant relative are you?"

I said, I am the nephew of our uncle's second brother's family.

Walking in from the door is a small courtyard with a small area. There are large steamers in the courtyard. Four or five women are sideways around the apron with a rolling pin. This is a food for those who help tomorrow morning.

No one asked me what to do.

After walking through the small courtyard and entering the inner house, I saw four people standing in the house, two men, two women, and wearing a small body in a white.

The middle fat woman holding black and white photos on her hands, and Grandma Li in the photo wrapped in a blue cloth strip on her head, and a kind face was smiling.

There is a bald man, around 50 years old, holding a gong in his hand, knocking on a few words, knocking on a few words.

As soon as the gongs were knocked, these four people laughed.

Especially the fat woman holding photos, smiling on her face is even ugly than crying.

After a few minutes, this bald man put down the gongs and poured water.

I was busy and asked, "Is Mr. Song?"

"What do you do?" He asked while pouring water.

I said directly: "Mr. Song, I'm a distant relative of Grandma Li. Just come, I think of that place, Feng Shui is not good ..."

"Oh? Do you understand Feng Shui?"

"No, just a hobby, love blind research."

"Talk about."

The bald man drank water, and looked at me and asked with interest.

I thought about it, and said vaguely: "I think ... it is better to live in a new house."

"Hehe, isn't it easy? Lady, have you ever worshiped the master before?"

"No." I shook my head.

He laughed: "Li Dai had grace to me in the early years. I have helped someone to see the Yinzhai for thirty years. How can I harm their descendants? Since you can see it, it means that there is this knowledge.

With the help of Feng Shui, adapt to local conditions, it is good for their family. ""

In just a few words, I know that this person is a dedicated to the dwelling house, and is a folk master, so he asked why he was a law.

He pursed the saliva and looked at me and said, "The so -called Feng Shui turns. When you arrive in your house this year, you are not a family. You don’t say it. I can't say more. Since you know a little about this knowledge, come to see if you see it tomorrow, you will know if you know it.

"

"Really .... Will Mr. Song fiercely see the appearance?" I asked him.

He shook his head and said seriously: "Anyone who eats dead rice can not do life. If everything will be a liar, I only help the dead to see the tomb selection, move the coffin and move the grave.

Human face. "

I thought to myself: "That's good, I'm afraid you can see that I can see that I am a grave."

Everyone, Feng Shui is useful, not useless. The things that have been passed down for thousands of years can not be killed with the excuses of feudal superstitions. I have contacted a lot of people in this regard.

Song Wang's ability is one of the two. This person can switch to the tomb, and there are definitely many people asking him to be the eye.

This is a typical folk borrowing of Feng Shui Bureau. It is based on the folk customs of Fujian. The customs are adapted to the local conditions. The new grave is pressed on the old grave.

On the morning of the burial, I came again.

The road from Li Grandma's house to the reservoir is not close. Most of them are mountain roads uphill. When I arrived, a group of people were lifting the coffin from the house.

Eight people lift the coffin with a bar. The front is two strong men. The strong man's trousers on the right rolled up, there was a cigarette in his mouth, holding a red rope in the hand on the left, they held the door frame and walked out.

Then, then

Mr. Song came out to say hello: "Let, let, take the pot on the ground."

A woman hurriedly took the pot.

Later, Mr. Song held a small gong in his hand. He ran to the door quickly. The state knocked on the gong and shouted out of the door: "Lift the coffin up the mountain!

When I heard the shout, the gongs and drum teams who had been at the door had knocked down immediately. A elder sister took a big saxophone and the cheeks began to blow hard.

Eight lift up the big bar raising the coffin, the family members wearing filial piety, and paper money throw all the way all the way.

Because it was a funeral, none of them were crying in the team. Everyone said and laughed.

Rural friends in Guizhou, Fujian, may have seen the scene I said in the past.

There are differences in the northern region and there are coffins. Here are all old people who are mourning. They use large paint red coffins. A layer of plush red carpet will be laid on the red coffin. The blanket is covered on the coffin.

It's good to come down.

I looked at the time at that time. After the coffin came out at 8 o'clock, I did not go up the mountain to the reservoir directly. They lifted the coffin and went to a bridge first.

On the bridge, the eight strong men lifted the coffin were divided into two groups, grabbing each other to push each other, and at the same time, the loud screams in the mouth, just like the Bull game, the coffin was in the middle of the bridge for a while to the left, and then again for a while again, and then again, then again

To the right.

I didn't see the prodigal son in the crowd, but when I met two Pengju, I whispered what he was doing?

Erpeng pointed to the bridge and said two minutes.

He was slow and couldn't speak clearly. I guess the intention of doing so may be used to finally express his reluctance to the dead.
Chapter completed!