Feng Bao left the side courtyard in a hurry.
I moved Zhang Jiugua's body to the bed.
After hesitating for a moment, he saw that Zhang Jiugua's clothes were old, with holes on his chest and back, and there was even a faint corpse smell.
I took off his old clothes.
During this period, I was also very careful. First of all, I had a respectful attitude and the belief that the deceased is the greatest.
Secondly, I was also afraid that Zhang Jiu Gua might transform into evil spirits.
Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened.
When I was undressing him, I didn't touch him directly with my hands, but put on gloves.
After changing out of his old clothes, I put him into a brand new Tang suit.
Coincidentally, the Tang suit that Feng Zhirong prepared for me, Zhang Jiugua, actually fit perfectly.
Then I filled some water and wiped the dirt off his face.
After completing this series of things, Zhang Jiugua's corpse no longer looked like a dead person, but rather like he was sleeping with his eyes closed.
It was completely dark outside, and the moonlight shone on the body through the window.
I noticed Zhang Jiugua's face again.
The face is long and narrow, and does not look like a horse's face. If the brow bone outside the eye socket is not interrupted, it still has the feeling of immortality.
His cheeks are round and not protruding, and his personality is not too extreme.
The whole face has a look of great kindness, and the eyebrows themselves should also have a long life.
The people including him are also long and narrow, which represents longevity, but the loss of life is the end of their eyebrows.
His death in Ji Niang's tomb was entirely a matter of taking advantage of the misfortune.
Since it has been calculated that the hexagram is a serious disaster and will lead to death, as long as it is avoided, death will never occur.
I sighed softly and murmured to myself: "Is it really that important? You are already a well-known fortune teller in the Feng Shui world. You can predict misfortune through yang calculations and fortune telling about life and death. Why do you need Feng Shui?" "
If Zhang Jiugua is still alive, he must also be a powerful person in Yang calculation.
Maybe my grandfather would also ask him for help at that time, and the two of them might not be able to join forces.
While thinking, there were footsteps outside the house.
"Mr. Luo, are you looking for me?"
Looking back, Feng Zhirong had already walked into my house.
He cupped his fists with both hands and bowed to Zhang Jiugua, which was also polite and thoughtful.
I nodded and said, "We invite Master Feng to come. I still want to trouble the Feng family with something. I originally planned to save money for a while, but I am afraid that if I wait too long and have long nights and dreams, things will be settled and there will be fewer changes."
"Mr. Luo saved the Feng family's fortune, so you don't have to be polite to me!" Feng Zhirong said with a smile on his face.
I told you that I wanted to find a Feng Shui treasure land, and also the location.
Generally speaking, what Feng Zhirong needs to help with is money, and he also has to make some connections.
Feng Zhirong first nodded and said no problem.
Then he said: "Mr. Luo, didn't my Feng family have several treasures before? You just chose one for me to move the grave."
"I don't know much about Feng Shui, but the best Feng Shui places should have been bought by the Feng family when Zhang Er helped me choose them. I vaguely remember going to the address you mentioned. When Zhang Er As I said, there is no particularly good Feng Shui position.”
"Yes, I remembered it. He also said that there is a Feng Shui land there, called the Sizheng Palace. It can be used to build the tombs of the underworld. It is also very blessed. But for my Feng family, that piece of land is too small."
"Ziwu Maoyou Si Zhengong?" I answered immediately.
Feng Zhirong nodded and said that this should be it.
I frowned slightly.
Choosing the Feng Shui land close to Blind Chen was actually my intention so that Blind Chen could go for a walk occasionally. After all, he took the last hexagram of Zhang Jiu Gua.
If there is any danger, maybe Chen Xiazi can also help.
But Feng Zhirong said it all, and Zhang Er also found the land where I ordered Chaoyang House for Blind Chen. I'm afraid what he said is not true.
After all, Neiyang City is only that big. The Feng family has bought five pieces of treasure land in total, and there is probably no better choice.
"Okay, Master Feng, I understand. Then use a piece of the Feng family's land." I didn't hesitate any more.
Feng Zhirong smiled even more. He asked me when I would need it. Is Zhang Jiugua going to be buried today?
I pondered for a moment and said, "My original intention was to become a disciple, but I'm afraid something might happen again. After becoming a disciple, I'll bury him." As I spoke, I glanced at the Feng Shui tray in the courtyard.
I also made up my mind that if something happens to my little girl, I will continue to take action, and I will ignore the rest for the time being.
I broke this Feng Shui plate first, but now I can't find Master Kanyu.
The possibility of finding clues from Ma Baoyi was gone, so there was no other way. If I can break it, he will definitely show up to find me.
After I settled down, I informed Liu Wensan and asked him to take Blind Chen back again. I needed Blind Chen's help to open the vagina.
I briefly said a few words on the phone that I was going to become a disciple. Liu Wensan said that they would be there soon and would come to Feng's house immediately.
Time passed bit by bit.
It took Feng Bao about two hours to bring everything I wanted.
The main thing that takes time is the sacrifice of the three animals.
All pigs, all cows, all sheep! And a big black wooden table that can hold the three animals!
During this period, Chen Xiazi, Liu Wensan, and He Caier's wife had already arrived.
They stood at the edge of the yard and did not disturb my arrangement.
The feng shui plate in the side courtyard was moved to the back, leaving the middle space to be placed in the mourning hall.
After the three animals were put away, incense candles were lit on both sides.
Zhang Jiugua's body was placed in the coffin without incident.
The moon is cold and silent, and the wind is blowing quietly.
The incense candle was burning, and the smoke was just lingering next to the coffin, but he did not enjoy it.
I concentrated my mind, did not feel scared, and started to sharpen my ink.
After sharpening the ink, I dipped the brush into it and wrote the six words "Zhang Jiu Gua: Spiritual Position" on the spiritual tablet.
Then I took another piece of yellow paper and wrote the time on it.
And I followed the way Zhang Er taught me to write obituaries.
He wrote a passage to commemorate Zhang Jiu Gua.
There were some things I didn’t understand, so I asked Blind Chen who was standing next to me.
Sure enough, he had a thorough understanding of the numerology hours, and with his guidance, I wrote half of an obituary that could be considered eloquent.
I also lit a brazier in front of the mourning hall.
The flames shot three feet high!
After a pause, I placed the suicide note given to me by Zhang Jiugua, his golden abacus, and his bones on the mourning hall.
While hesitating, I took out the Zhai Jing and the Nine Skills of Yin Sheng, and placed them beside me.
As soon as I finished these preparations, I had to kneel down and perform the ceremony of becoming a disciple.
Just at this moment, there was a muffled sound inside the coffin.
Zhang Jiugua's corpse actually stood upright!
The cold wind brought a bit of whimpering, and Zhang Jiugua's broken eyebrows fluttered in the wind.
Vaguely, Zhang Jiugua seemed to have opened his eyes a little...
The golden abacus on the table suddenly made a crisp sound!
It seems like the wind is blowing...
At that moment, I seemed to be dazzled. It felt like Zhang Jiugua stepped out of the coffin and arrived in front of the golden abacus.
His sense of immortality was stronger. With a wave of his arm and a flick of his fingers, he actually made a divination!
I was so shocked that when I came back to my senses, I found that it was just an illusion...
The golden abacus simply slipped to the side because the corner of the mourning hall table was tilted.
It was also because of this that the snapping sound was made.
But what made my expression change was.
The sliding movement of the bead... really formed a hexagram!
