As far as I can remember, my father told this story more than once.
Once upon a time, a family asked Mr. Feng Shui to take his parents to see the cemetery. Go to the south of the village with Mr. Feng Shui and talk while walking. At this time, the apricots were ripe, and the host stopped and said, "Sir, let's go to the west of the village instead of going south." Mr. Feng Shui: "Why?" The host said, "There are several apricot trees in the south of my house, and there is a nest of turtledoves on them. Look at those turtledoves flying around the apricot trees in the south. I'm afraid a baby is stealing Xinger. Let's go down here. What should we do if the babies are frightened and fall from the tree and break? " Mr. Feng Shui closed his compass, put it in his wallet, and threw his fist at the eastern family: "Master, you don't have to look at this cemetery. No matter where it is buried, it is a treasure trove of feng shui, and future generations must have wisdom. "
After my father finished the story, the slightly quiet scene suddenly became active. Father is a little proud.
Yesterday, Ye Baihui told me another story about wind and water. Once upon a time, there was a Feng Shui gentleman who went into the mountains to find a treasure trove of Feng Shui. After walking in the mountains for several days and nights, I was lost, hungry, thirsty and exhausted. Finally, I turned out of the mountain and went to a village at the foot of the mountain. When I saw a farmer, Chai Men, open it, I knocked at the door panting. A peasant woman is busy doing housework. She saw Mr. Feng Shui knocking at the door and let him in.
Mr. Feng Shui asked, "Sister-in-law, can I have a bowl of water?" The village woman scooped a ladle of water with a ladle and was about to hand it to him. She asked, "Why are you panting?" Mr. Feng Shui said, "I lost my way in the mountains, anxious and tired, hungry and thirsty, and my throat was smoking!" " "
The village woman turned from the hay basket beside her, grabbed a handful of hay for the donkey and threw it into the ladle. She handed the spoon to Mr. Feng Shui: "Here you are!" "Mr. Feng Shui felt greatly insulted, but he still took it, slowly blowing donkey grass and drinking it carefully. Mr. Feng Shui stayed in this farmhouse for a few days, and the farmhouse treated him very thoughtfully and warmly. He is a simple and kind family. Mr. Feng Shui took a fancy to two nearby feng shui treasures. When he left, he wanted to repay the farmer for his warm hospitality. However, because he was still worried about donkey grass, he pointed to a small piece of land and gave it to farmers: this is a land of feng shui. If our ancestors were buried here, our family would prosper.
Ten years later, Mr. Feng Shui once passed by here and saw a family holding a wedding in the deep house compound. When asked, he knew that he was the largest rich family in the area. When Mr. Feng Shui came to the door, he saw a housewife of a large family, and both sides recognized each other-this was the farmhouse where Mr. Feng Shui was received, and the peasant woman became a rich woman.
The old lady is very grateful to Mr. Feng Shui for his advice. The meeting between the host and the guests was very pleasant. Mr. Feng Shui couldn't help asking, "Sister-in-law, why did you treat me so rudely the first time we met?"
The woman was stunned and immediately laughed: "Mr. misunderstood! Didn't you say you were hungry and thirsty, and your throat was smoking? If I hand you the scoop directly, you will definitely drink cold water, so why not blow up your lungs? I spilled something in the water for you to sip slowly ... "
Before the words were finished, Mr. Feng Shui burst into tears.
Mr. Feng Shui, Shao, a native of Mingyong, moved, and was a Neo-Confucianism in the Northern Song Dynasty.