Chinese people are very particular about housing. Housing must not only be durable and beautiful, but also conform to feng shui.
Feng Shui is a discipline derived from some taboos in housing. If the house is in accordance with Feng Shui, the people living in it will have smooth sailing; if it is not, the people living in it will often suffer from some incurable strange diseases. Or some strange phenomena happen.
Many parts of Feng Shui are scientific, but some aspects are too advanced to be well proven in the current scientific field, so it seems a bit mysterious and sometimes people classify it as Superstition is actually wrong.
The foundation of Feng Shui comes from the Book of Changes and the Eight Diagrams. These ancient scientific books have not been eliminated by the development of society and the practice of the people in the long history of my country for thousands of years, but have instead given rise to new The theory shows that it still has its value and significance, and it conforms to certain scientific and theoretical foundations.
We call people who master Feng Shui a Feng Shui master. This kind of people are regarded as extraordinary people. Their thinking and wisdom are beyond the reach of others. They are generally familiar with ancient astronomy and geography. He is good at expression and analysis, which is mainly reflected in the investigation of house site feng shui, and he can use some professional terms that are difficult for ordinary people to understand.
Sometimes they are jokingly called half-immortals or gods, which is different from the fortune tellers, divination readers, palmists, and physiognomists in the folks.
At least they are practical and have a certain theoretical basis, but I don't know what the basis of the fortune tellers' nonsense is? I can only say that they are all folk orators with eloquence.
I have an uncle who is a supernatural folk Feng Shui master.
I say he is supernatural because he knows so many things, which is simply unbelievable to me. That is why I say he is supernatural.
Of course, not everyone who knows a lot of great principles can be called a folk artist. In rural areas, the principles and common sense passed down by word of mouth are enough to write several books if summarized into chapters. That requires real skills!
The supernatural thing about my uncle is that he can tell fortunes and know everything about astronomy and geography. He knows a thing or two about all the big and small things happening in the surrounding villages.
He had a good grasp of and method of distinguishing marriage, funeral ceremonies, home feng shui, fortune and misfortune, etc.
As for Feng Shui masters, face reading, fortune telling, divination, and divination, as far as I know, they seem to be different. Not only are the areas they cover different in size, but also the basis they use in extracting the "Book of Changes" and "Eight Diagrams" is different. It's different. Fortune-telling is basically nonsense. It is a lie that misleads people and confuses the public. It is a scam by those who understand a little about psychology and are good at psychological suggestion.
So what is the relationship between the Yin house and the Feng Shui master?
The direct relationship is that Feng Shui masters have some knowledge or secrets about residential structure and are folk artists who specialize in eliminating taboos in residential construction.
There is an example like this. There was a family whose male owner was originally a strong man. Later, for some unknown reason, he suddenly became ill and was bedridden. He sought treatment from many famous doctors, but the effect was not obvious. I went to the hospital for checkups but they couldn't find the cause of the disease. I just felt distracted and paralyzed in bed.
One time, my neighbor Aunt Zhang came to visit and chatted, and she accidentally talked about the issue of housing. She said that every structure of the house corresponds to the body part of the person living in it. This sentence aroused the male owner's Note that he also learned that this neighbor knew a Feng Shui master, so he asked her to help him and invited the Feng Shui master to his home.
The next day, Aunt Zhang invited the Feng Shui master. Walking on the country road, Aunt Zhang told the Feng Shui master about the man's experience. The Feng Shui master just listened carefully and nodded without saying anything. He thought to himself, This kind of thing is not very common. It is rare for someone to suddenly fall ill and be bedridden due to housing problems. This matter seems to be very serious.
The Feng Shui master was trying to think about the pathogenesis of a certain organ in the human body corresponding to the layout of the house. He saw a house on the right hand side in the distance. This house was an ordinary red tiled house. The people around him were no different, but he always felt something was strange, as if an ominous premonition was looming in his heart. Suddenly, he seemed to sort out his thoughts and growled in fear at the person who came to find him. "Why is there a window on the east wall of that house? This is a 'big taboo'! You must not do it." Aunt Zhang also opened her mouth in surprise and looked at him. My mind is full of questions, and I have no idea what to do.
"Yes, the taboo refers to that window." The Feng Shui master pointed to the window embedded in the wall and said, "It's not right to leave a window on the courtyard wall, let alone a window with a large window. On the east wall. First of all, it is out of place, and secondly, showing off your wealth will cause you to get sick. The east has been the superior direction in China since ancient times, which corresponds to the male side of the family and is the place where masculine energy resides. This window looks like it was newly opened, and the window frame It is new wood, so the family's wealth and yang energy must have leaked out. The male owner of this family may be ill recently, and he may be bedridden for a long time and there is no cure! "The Feng Shui master sighed as he looked at the window on the wall. No, he kept shaking his head.
"Sir, you are indeed a genius. The family I want to tell you about is the family in front of us. My neighbor has suffered a lot from it. So how can we get rid of the taboo?" Aunt Zhang sympathized with this. I was curious about what happened to my neighbor and how to solve the problem.
"In fact, the method is very simple. Remove the windows immediately and rebuild a new courtyard wall. Make it thicker than the previous one. This way, the male owner of this family will be cured of his strange disease without any treatment."
Sure enough, after the male owner learned the whole story, he asked mud men to smash the windows, dismantle the walls, rebuild and reinforce the walls, and set off flaming firecrackers. The sound of firecrackers resounded throughout the village that day.
Not long after, the man recovered.
This story was told to me by a friend of mine. Is the real source of this story the same as the one in the story? Even I doubt it. After all, things may change when they are told by the second person. , my friend was not sure how many people he was being relayed to.
I can guarantee that I am the second person to tell you what I am about to tell you, and the first person is my sister. My sister is a very conscientious person, who does things meticulously and never flatters others. Zhang Shengshi, I completely believe what she told me.
The origin of this story is of course related to the grave, but the person who told this strange thing was a female middle school classmate of my sister. Because it was her personal experience, the incident seemed both terrifying and intriguing.
Since it is a personal experience, the fictional scene will be much more real than hearsay. Here, I suggest that friends with weak hearts should not read on, so as not to be frightened to death.
The story begins like this. Please allow me to quote it from the perspective of the person involved, so that we can feel more like we are there:
"A few years ago, I was still in primary school. I had a younger brother and I went to the same school. After school in the afternoon, my brother and I walked home hand in hand with our schoolbags as usual, stopping and starting on the way home, and chatting with other primary school students. The same chasing and fighting.
The sunset glow at dusk was extremely gorgeous in the afternoon, decorating every corner of the western sky. The surface of the earth was covered with a layer of golden and shining afterglow, and the world fell into a silent fairy-tale world at this moment, like a dream or fantasy. .
My brother and I squinted our eyes and watched the beautiful clouds on the horizon, which looked like a thousand horses galloping and the waves of a river. We felt like we were walking in an oil painting.
The school is not far from my home. It took me only a few minutes to reach the door of my home. When I pushed open the gate, I was excitedly telling my brother about how I made a new friend today. But my brother ignored me and looked shocked. He stood there, holding me, who was already in front of him and had entered the courtyard, and stopped me from going forward. He stared ahead without blinking, pointed at the main hall with his right hand and asked me: "Sister, we Are there any relatives coming to visit us? "No, who would come to visit us so late at night?" I said without thinking. I looked in the direction of my brother's finger and was about to blame him for grabbing me when he just came in. I pulled my arm so hard that it hurt. Before I could say anything, I saw something strange happening in the main room.
A woman wearing a cheongsam and with disheveled hair was standing at the big table in the middle of my house, eating something. I didn't know what she was eating, but she seemed to be enjoying it. She didn't look like a relative. How can a relative stand on someone else's table to eat? That's too rude . My brother and I were alert at this time. We clearly saw a man standing next to the woman. The gloomy little boy, like the woman, was eating something. The sound of us opening the door obviously attracted their attention. They all looked at us and stopped putting something in their mouths. The woman was startled at first, then she smiled strangely and waved to my brother and me, signaling us to come over. It seemed that she hoped that my brother and I could eat that unknown thing with them.
My brother and I were not so stupid as to be unable to distinguish right from wrong, but the boy's sinister eyes betrayed their ill intentions.
The moment she waved, I suddenly realized that something was wrong. Even if she was a relative invited by my family, she couldn't be so presumptuous as to stand on my table to eat. That was too casual. That sharp and cold light was staring at me and my brother, as well as the boy next to us. His eyes were erratic, but also flashing with cold light, which made us feel creepy and breathless.
I immediately held my brother's hand tightly, my legs were weak from nervousness, but I still pretended to smile, forcing an awkward smile on my face: "Auntie, my brother and I's schoolbags are still outside the door, let's go get them, be right back!'
As soon as I finished speaking, I grabbed my brother's hand and ran away.
We ran all the way to the vegetable garden at the entrance of the village, found my mother who was weeding there, and told her that something had happened at home and it might be haunted.
My brother and I hugged our mother's arms tightly and cried loudly, venting the fear that was accumulating in our hearts.
At this point, my sister's classmate seemed to have returned to the scene at that time, and tears seemed to be about to overflow from her eyes. My sister's mood also became depressed when she heard this, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.
She calmed down and continued, "My father has not been in good health since I can remember. In recent years, his condition has become worse. He can't work and has difficulty moving. He lies in bed every day. It was my mother who worked hard and never complained, struggling to support this family that was about to fall apart.
My father saw many doctors and took many medicines. You have to know that medicine is poisonous. The pain and the side effects of the medicines have been tormenting him. He gradually became pale and thin, and his body was exhausted, as if he would die at any time.
The doctors who have treated my father over the years have always said the same thing, that is, my father's disease is very strange and a little beyond the scope of natural science. The doctors have said the same few words, but I can't tell. The specific cause of the disease, but the body is still so weak, to put it bluntly, it's a bit weird, like being possessed by a ghost. Whenever I hear such words, my mother always scolds these doctors as shitty doctors. They say disdainfully that my father The man's masculinity is fading, the spirit in him is slowly dissipating, and his pupils are a little dazed.
The news of the haunted house spread quickly, and the whole village knew that there was a ghost in my house. They didn't dare to pass by my house at night. My brother and I didn't dare to go home after school, so the whole family stayed at the homes of relatives. live.
The village chief specially invited a Feng Shui master who was said to be quite effective. The Feng Shui master first listened to my brother and I's complicated description, then looked at my father, and told us firmly that there was a There must be a coffin, and there must be two bodies lying flat in the coffin, an adult and a child.
The villagers didn't believe it, saying it was nothing like that and was pure nonsense. My brother and I were also skeptical. We couldn't believe it. We couldn't help but believe what happened next. After agreeing, the village chief called people to dig up the ground of my family's hall. When it was about four or five meters deep, the shovel and pickaxe hit a hard object. After digging it out, everyone gasped. It was a red sandalwood. The coffin was opened, and inside it were indeed two skeletons, one large and one small.
Under the guidance of a Feng Shui master, the body and the coffin were cremated and buried at the original location.
The village chief allocated another piece of land to my family as a residential site, and I built a new house.
Soon, my father recovered from his illness, and he came out of his trance and became full of energy.
The old people in the village told us that a family had lived on the site of my house a long time ago. That was a long time ago. They were all children at that time, at most as old as us. They told me not to go there because all the mothers and daughters there died at home for no apparent reason. It was so strange that they buried them directly in their yard.
When we talked to the Feng Shui master that day, he told us that the mother and daughter died unjustly. Because of their heavy resentment, my father became ill. If I am not mistaken, their death was related to the father of the child. There is a certain relationship. It is very likely that the child's father abandoned them, which made the woman unable to bear the consequences and committed suicide, and both she and the child suffered a devastating disaster. So they looked for opportunities to torture the male owner who later lived in this area.
No one knows the truth of what happened back then. It has been so long that those who know may no longer be alive. But the reason is no longer important.
Later, the village planned to build a road, which passed right by my house. My house and the wall were demolished.
Later, inexplicable traffic accidents often occurred on the section of road where my house was located, and people died in the accidents.
Perhaps the passing vehicles disturbed the dead buried underneath, causing their souls to be unable to rest in peace in the underworld.
The ghosts will seek revenge because they have lost their minds."
My sister's classmate told her the story in one breath. When my sister went to bed at night, she told it to me without pause, just like reciting a book, perhaps because she was afraid of keeping the story in her heart. I had the same reaction as my sister. I would also tell other people around me, otherwise I would be scared in my heart. I was only in primary school at that time.
When I was in high school, I told my roommates about this at night. They said they didn't dare to go back to the dormitory alone. Even if they had something urgent to do after school in the afternoon, they would go back with their friends. Although my dormitory didn't have a desk, it had two rows of desks. bed.
I would like to add two short stories of moderate importance. One is related to myself, and the other is something I heard from someone else. I’m just telling them for fun.
The first one is something I heard from others, but regardless of whether it is true or not, it has been spread so widely among the people, so it cannot be completely groundless.
In my small town, Menhe Town, people always die in the town government office building every year for various reasons. Over time, the general employees and government administrators working there have become somewhat panicked, wondering what the cause of the death is. Something must have gone wrong, otherwise it wouldn't be so weird.
Later, they invited a Feng Shui master to take a look. The Feng Shui master walked around the tall building of the government office building and found something wrong. There was a side door where the building should not have a door. I told them that they must block the door of foul air, and maybe the effect would be different. As a result, no one died for no reason the next year.
The second story is very relevant to me. It tells about when I was a child, my parents asked a fortune teller to tell my fortune. He told me that I would have a bloody disaster that year. The fortune teller's solution was to ask me to go to the Bridge Goddess. My father really I believed him, bought offerings and burned paper money to worship the Bridge Goddess at the east end of the village, praying for her to protect me and avoid disasters. I was six years old that year.
When I was a child, it was very common to see people burning paper on the roadside to pray for the safety of their children. However, in recent years, as the living environment has improved and people's thinking has progressed, this ignorant behavior has gradually disappeared, but it has not been eliminated in rural areas.