Master Bing is also quite unlucky.
He was also a Feng Shui master during his lifetime, but after his death, he was manipulated to this point.
How much hatred does the person who chose Feng Shui land for Mr. Bing have against their family, and has caused such misery to Mr. Bing's family.
If I hadn't offered to visit Master Bing's grave, maybe all of Master Bing's descendants would have died.
The great thing about Feng Shui is that it kills people invisible.
"Ayang, according to you, the place where my grandfather was buried has bad feng shui?" Wang Bo was still doubting.
"It's not bad, it's terrible." I sighed and shook my head.
I walked around the tomb a few times and grabbed some mud and smelled it. Because the sun was blocked by bamboo leaves all year round, the tomb was not exposed to the sun and moon, so the mud was very wet and had a slight odor. .
Mr. Bing, like my grandfather, both died five years ago.
Both died in different ways.
I admit that my family is also responsible for Master Bing's death, which is one of the reasons why I took the initiative to help.
Five years ago, if Master Bing hadn't used his own life to stop the corpse-turned-grandpa at the foot of the mountain, maybe a second life would have been lost in the village.
Of course, I didn’t tell Bingye’s family about this.
Until now, I don’t believe anyone, even if they experience it personally, it may not be true.
It is true that Mr. Bing died for the sake of the overall situation.
But I still don’t quite believe what he said to me back then.
I slapped the dirt off my palms and asked the most important question.
"Who was the Taoist priest who buried Master Bing back then?"
"Who else could it be? The master of Xuanyuan Taoist Temple, Master Lu Qing. As you know, my grandfather is very familiar with the Taoist priests of Xuanyuan Taoist Temple. Master Lu Qing has been to my house several times. He and my grandfather often drink together. It can’t be Master Lu Tianshi’s fault, right?”
Wang Bo’s explanation made me confused.
I thought such vicious Feng Shui came from my enemies, but I never expected that it was actually the hand of Master Lu Qing.
"Chop down all the bamboos on top, let the sun shine for an hour, and call more people to come. They must be relatives of our family, bring digging tools, and dig out Mr. Bing!"
"What? Dig my grandpa!"
"If you don't dig your grandfather, who will? Who will dig your mother?"
At this time, I already had a temper.
If it is a location chosen by another Feng Shui expert, I can safely handle it.
But the Feng Shui ground was created by Master Lu Qing, so this is no ordinary problem.
I used to think that Master Lu Qing was a charlatan, and that he was just a dilettante selling titles.
But after years of investigation and research, it turns out that Lu Qing is indeed a capable person.
Five years ago, Master Bing and Master Lu Qing were actually on the same line. Since they were grasshoppers on the same rope, why did Master Lu Qing harm Master Bing?
Therefore, you must open the coffin and take a look!
Knowing that Master Bing's grave was to be dug, the uncle hurried to the mountain.
He quickly asked me what could be so serious that his biological father had to be dug out.
I explained the reason. My uncle saw that I was really good at exorcising evil spirits yesterday. He no longer hesitated and started digging graves with many of his relatives.
An hour of sun exposure, an hour of digging graves.
Until someone shouted: "I saw the coffin!"
I stepped forward to check. The deeper I dug, the thicker the mud became, which meant there was water underneath.
"Be careful when digging, don't damage the coffin." I ordered.
Half an hour later, Bingye's grave was dug, but it did not reach the bottom.
The water below is constantly gushing out from all sides, even if a pump is used.
"How come there is so much water?" The uncle was also curious.
"There are dragon veins in the mountains. Generally speaking, there are two types of water coming out of the dragon veins. One is dragon blood, and the other is waste water discharged from the dragon's butt. It is not a good thing to soak the coffin with water. You have been fucked by Master Lu Qing! "I explained.
The coffin was exposed and emitted a strong corpse smell.
I can already imagine what Master Bing looks like in the coffin.
So I put on a mask and gloves, took out a Bagua umbrella and opened it to conduct an autopsy.
"Open the coffin!" I told them.
Everyone worked together to open the coffin, and a burst of black air hit their faces.
Others quickly ran to the side, but I stood motionless. Although the black energy surged upward, because I opened the Bagua umbrella, the black energy avoided and dispersed to other places.
This black gas is corpse gas, which is formed by fermentation of corpses buried in the ground over time.
As the corpse aura dissipated, Master Bing's corpse appeared completely before my eyes.
When I saw the corpse, my eyes widened with an expression of surprise.
The body of Mr. Bing was already soaked in water inside the coffin. Mr. Bing was a thin old man before his death, but now his body has been swollen by the water. He cannot be described as fat. He feels like a bulging balloon that may explode at any time.
Bingye's body was not decomposed because it was swollen, but the smell of corpse was still there.
Those who didn't know thought that someone had stolen the body.
When the uncle and his party saw Mr. Bing's body, they immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Mr. Bing, apologizing profusely.
"The corpse is terrible." I said, covering my mouth and nose.
"What do you mean?" my uncle asked me.
"The sparks were enough to set the fire on fire," I said.
"How can this be done? No! Why don't we move the grave?" my uncle begged me.
I shook my head no.
The body may become swollen and enlarged, or it may continue to maintain this shape.
The choice to burn Master Bing's body was to completely destroy Lu Qing's feng shui layout. Even if the grave was moved to the ends of the earth, as long as Master Bing's body still existed, it would still have a great impact on his descendants.
If you don’t burn the body, is it possible to keep it for the New Year?
"Burn it, burn it, burn it quickly!"
I gave the final announcement, it was the only way.
Of course, some people agree, but only a minority.
As the person who talks about the entire family, and since this is his own biological father, the uncle will not agree to anything he says.
The scene became chaotic, with a group of people discussing at random.
I have been observing Mr. Bing’s body, and I always feel that something is wrong with Mr. Bing’s body, but I can’t put my finger on it.
Everyone was talking about it, but I had a soft spot for corpses.
After watching for half an hour, Ni Duan didn't notice anything, but he found that there seemed to be movement in Master Bing's stomach.
I just wanted to take a closer look, but my uncle and his family all rushed forward. They even pushed me away and all protected Mr. Bing’s body.
"Ayang!"
"Your second master's body cannot be burned!"
"Your grandfather was buried in the ground. They are brothers and should be treated equally."
The uncle also talked to me about the truth.
I didn't say anything and just kept smoking.
Although they blocked me, the image of Master Bing's body was always in my mind.
"My grandpa's belly seems to be moving..."
After hearing someone say something, everyone fell silent.
The person who spoke was Wang Lei, the uncle’s second son.
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Wang Bo slapped Wang Lei angrily: "What the hell are you talking about! Grandpa has been dead for so many years, how can his stomach move?"
Wang Lei was right, he might have really seen it.
I was doubting my eyes just now, but since Wang Lei also discovered something, Master Bing's body might have really moved.
I pushed them away and found that Mr. Bing's belly was not moving up and down very frequently. It was hard to see it unless I was paying close attention.
But the next second, I screamed.
"run!"
"Run quickly!"
They all looked at me strangely.
But it's too late.
"boom!"
A loud noise came from inside the coffin.
Rotten pieces of meat were flying all over the sky, like a goddess scattering flowers.
What followed was the disgusting smell of corpses.
The body parts fell on everyone, and they realized the seriousness of the matter.
But I had the foresight to hold the Bagua umbrella all the time, and there were no rotten corpses on my body.
Yes, that's right.
Bingye's body exploded.
It stands to reason that the corpse will explode only after it has been soaked in water for a long time to create a giant look.
Bing Ye’s body is similar to what was told in the appeal.
The reason why it exploded was because it was exposed to the sun, and the Yang Qi was excessive, which backfired on the corpse's corpse Qi. This situation occurred.
Since it self-destructed, there was no need to go through the trouble of burning it.
"Uncle, your father exploded."
I patted my uncle on the shoulder and comforted him.
The uncle's family knelt on the ground at a loss.
After my patient explanation, they reluctantly accepted the phenomenon of corpse explosion.
But I thought of another thing.
My father's body seemed to be in the same state of death. It had not changed after five years of death. Could there be some connection between the two?
