Folk story: Feng Shui Long Mai
Before sending the girl out, Tang Suzong sent a group of people to the Uighurs on business. In fact, they did a survey and found out all the ins and outs of Guli Perot. There was a strange man in the delegation, looking around all the way. Seeing a hill, he climbed it, measured the sun shadow with a soil gauge, set the direction with a compass, and drew some inexplicable symbols on the paper. The leader praised him. He said that military investigation is very important. The man said come on, what military investigation, I want to find Long Mai. It turns out that he is a feng shui master.
Mr. Feng Shui returned to Chang 'an and reported to Tang Suzong that after careful investigation, he finally found the place of Long Mai, just south of the desert, a small hill called Fushan. As long as this hill is destroyed, the spirit of the Uighur king will be scattered and it will be over. Tang Suzong was overjoyed, and told the people who saw the bridegroom off to find Fushan and bring it back. Later, the people at the farewell party found Fushan, burned it with fire, filled it with vinegar, broke it into pieces and put it back. Later, as expected, Guli Perot died, Uighurs went to a low tide, and the border threat was lifted.
Whether this story is true or not, it can be written into the book of Feng Shui. Because it can be proved that Feng Shui is magical, useful and has a long history.
There are two other cases, which are very similar to Tang Suzong's poaching of Long Mai. 165438+In the late 20th century, the emperor of Liao Dynasty worried that Nuzhen threatened national security, so he asked Mr. Feng Shui to go to the Nuzhen tribe to find Long Mai, found a hill, burned it with vinegar, dug it back, and piled it in Mennei Street in Beijing, which is now Mianer Mountain. /kloc-At the beginning of the 3rd century, the Emperor of Jin worried that the Mongols would threaten national security, and asked Mr. Feng Shui to find Long Mai in the Mongolian desert. He also found a hill, burned it with vinegar, dug it back and piled it in Jingshan Park in Beijing, now called Long Live Mountain. Unfortunately, it was all useless: the emperor of Liao dug up the Long Mai of Nuzhen, but Nuzhen still destroyed Da Liao; Emperor Jin Guo dug away the Long Mai of the Mongols, but the Mongols still destroyed Daikin. Writing these two things into the book proves that Feng Shui is not very magical and useful, but very bad and in the way. But friends who are obsessed with Feng Shui will say: They didn't dig Long Mai right. If I am sent there, I will definitely find the real Long Mai, so this doesn't mean that Feng Shui doesn't work, just that they are not good at learning.
This story of digging Long Mai was also staged once on the fourth ancestor of Huangmei, and it is impossible to verify when the story happened. Legend has it that the Temple of the Fourth Ancestor of Huangmei has been growing in Longshan. If it grows to Taibai Lake, Huangmei will become the son of heaven. It happened that the emperor fainted in Jindian and ordered Qin Tian to supervise the astronomical phenomena. After Qin Tian supervised the astronomical phenomena, he reported that there was a treasure land in Hubei, and he wanted to be the son of heaven after forming. Your majesty went to the temple to feel dizzy. As for the specific location, I really couldn't see it clearly, so the emperor sent people to look everywhere in Hubei. When he found the vicinity of the fourth ancestral temple in Huangmei, he found that it really smelled like an emperor, so he flew to the court and sent troops to cut off the mountain range, which is now Longyao Mountain. After some investigation, he unanimously decided to cut down Longyao Mountain to destroy the geomantic omen of Huangmei Emperor. During the day, the soldiers cut off Longyao Mountain, and at night, the cut place was automatically closed. When the ghosts and gods were tired, they shouted at high altitude, "You have 1000 people to dig during the day, and I have 10,000 people to fill it at night, for fear of nailing tung piles around." So the sergeant leader cut down the tung tree and cut it into piles. When digging, he nailed a paulownia stump to the edge. At night, when ghosts and gods see stumps, they dare not go near them.