The Taoist claims to be surnamed Lan, and has been cultivating in Zhongnan Mountain since he was a child.

After serving tea, Yan Song wrote the word "prisoner" and asked the Taoist to calculate.

When the Taoist saw it, he was amazed, and bowed his hand to Yan Song: "It turns out that Your Excellency is Master Yan, and you are disrespectful and disrespectful." ”

Seeing that Yan Song was surprised, the Taoist smiled and said: "The prisoner is opened, and it is a person in China." In addition to the Son of Heaven, the only person in the Ming Dynasty who dares to call himself the first person in China is Yan Taishi. However, the poor Taoist temple Taishi's eyebrows are stagnant, could it be that there is something difficult to say?"

When Yan Song heard this, he was deeply convinced by the Taoist, and while looking around and signaling the Taoist to whisper, he spit out his thoughts.

After hearing this, the Taoist said: "It turns out that the Taishi is worried that the family's money will not be spent. It's easy to do, the son can't spend it on his grandson, the grandson can't spend it on his great-grandson, and the ants of his children and grandchildren will move the mountain, and one day he will move it cleanly. ”

Yan Song smiled bitterly: "The Taoist chief's words are wrong, and there must be a way to spend money." If the descendants become officials, whether the money is spent on drinking or buying officials and bribes, it can be regarded as being used on the right path. If the children and grandchildren become ordinary people in the future, and the family has so much money, they will either be framed and exploited by the officials, or they will be targeted by bandits to rob and rob in the open, and sooner or later they will invite disaster!"

Hearing this, the Taoist pondered for a moment: "The Taishi is really extraordinary, and he is far-sighted. In fact, this is also easy to do, can't it be enough to let the children and grandchildren become officials for generations?"

Yan Song snorted: "The ancients, the gentleman's ze, five generations." It is said that those who have great virtue can only bless five generations of descendants. The old man has been in officialdom for a long time, and he can be regarded as a person who has come over, and it is not so easy to be an official for generations. ”

The Taoist nodded: "Yes! Life in the world wears heaven and earth, if you can get the heavenly geography to take care of, the people will definitely last." If the Taishi can find the treasure of feng shui and be buried in it after a hundred years, he will definitely be able to protect the descendants of the tenth generation, and one of them will be the secretary of state, and there are many petty officials such as state capitals, counties and counties. ”

Yan Song rolled his eyelids: "What about after the tenth generation?"

The Taoist shook his head and said, "Then it will be the destiny of heaven, and it is beyond human power to know." ”

Hearing this, Yan Song couldn't hold back any longer, and bowed to the Taoist: "I have heard for a long time that the Southern Daoist Sect is unparalleled in the world, so the old man will ask the Taoist chief for this matter." If he succeeds, the old man will thank him with a cellar of silver!"

More than a month passed in a blink of an eye, Yan Song was practicing calligraphy at home, and someone came to report and ask to see him.

Yan Song hurriedly ordered the wine to be welcomed.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors, the Taoist said: "The poor road was ordered by the Taishi, and stepped on a piece of auspicious land in Fenyi County, the hometown of the Taishi, where the mountains and rivers surrounded the wind and the qi gathered, and the feng shui was good." If anyone is buried here, there will be a prime minister in the Hereafter. But the terrain is too big, and the poor road can't step on the auspicious eye for a while, so it borrows the stars to locate it at night. ”

"In the middle of the night, the poor road was using a compass to measure the Beidou, and suddenly a gust of wind blew, only to see a hole gushing out of the ground, from which rushed out a small man with a big fist, with words in his mouth, riding a horse the size of a small dog. Poor Dao knocked the villain down with a compass, and the horse fled in panic, and by the moonlight it turned out to be a white rabbit. ”

As he spoke, the Taoist took out an object and handed it over: "The villain became like this when he landed." ”

Yan Song took it and saw that it was a gray and fluffy object, the texture was like stone and jade, and it was warm to the touch, but the shape was ugly, and he couldn't see any specific name.

Yan Song put the object on the table, and suddenly several cats looking for food under the table screamed and rushed to it.

Yan Song suddenly realized: "This is a rat shape!"

The Taoist slapped his forehead when he heard this: "Taishi Mingjian, I remembered what you said, when the villain rushed out of the crypt, he shouted exactly 'Gray squirrel rides rabbit, and the power of heaven changes handles', and I don't know what it means." Poor Dao later tested, this point is on the feng shui auspicious eye. ”

As he spoke, the Taoist opened the hand-drawn topographical map.

Yan Song looked at it and nodded: "Yes, this place has the potential of a golden hook to catch the moon, and it is the best auspicious place." Don't hide it from the chief, the old man of this land was able to live in his early years, and vaguely remembered that it was an oil mill in the past, but it fell later. If it's really a treasure of feng shui, why don't you see the owner of the oil mill?"

The Taoist's face changed slightly: "This just shows that this place is suitable for yin and not for yang." ”

Yan Song raised his glass and saluted the Taoist: "The Taoist is smart!"

It was already the middle of the night after drinking, Yan Song asked the Taoist chief to go to the guest room to rest, and paced into the study by himself, while dipping the glutinous rice juice and carefully rubbing the rat shape, he remembered what was on his mind to Kanyutu.

Yan Song spent most of his life sitting on a cold bench in officialdom in the first half of his life, and was only appreciated by the emperor when he was in his sixties.

After gaining power, he returned to his hometown in fine clothes and personally paid tribute to his ancestors.

But sacrifices come and go, but the graves of the ancestors and great-ancestors can never be found.

According to the villagers, the place where Yan Song's ancestors and great-ancestors are buried is the best auspicious place in the local area.

However, because the Yan family has been defeated since the time of the great-grandfather, no one has repaired it, and the grave has been annihilated, so only the approximate location is known.

Yan Song had no choice, and he didn't dare to plan, for fear of venting the green gas on the ancestral grave, and was annoyed, so he heard a knocking sound, and looked closely at an old oil mill on the side of the road not far away.

Yan Song couldn't help but get angry, didn't this destroy the peace of Gao Zu and his great-ancestor's underground?

But he has a great reputation in front of his hometown, and this time he returned to his hometown to build bridges and pave roads, and finally won the praise of his hometown, and it was not easy to use power to force him, so he had a plan.

He pretended to go to the oil mill to rest, drank the fragrant tea offered by the oil mill owner, and suddenly became interested in a piece of oil pressing stone, and wanted to pay for it.

When the owner of the oil mill saw Lord Yan, it was too late to stammer, so he wanted to give it to him for nothing.

Yan Song glared: "You are trying to trap the old man in injustice in front of the people in your hometown." In this way, these ten taels of silver are a deposit, and after a while, the old man will send someone to pick up the goods. ”

The oil miller's heart blossomed, who would have thought that a broken stone would be so valuable.

After Yan Song left, the owner of the oil mill was afraid that an accident would destroy Lord Yan's precious bluestone, and the oil mill was not opened, so he guarded the bluestone all day long, scrubbing it three times a day.

Three months later, Yan Song sent someone to come.

When the people came to see Qingshi, they shouted that it was a pity, and they dropped twenty taels of silver and turned around and left.

The oil mill owner was inexplicable and pulled to ask.

The man said, "This bluestone has been squeezed with oil for hundreds of years, and the oil that has been soaked in it has grown into a jade oil rat in the stone." Now that you haven't squeezed oil for three months, the jade rat in the stone has no oil to eat and starved to death, and the stone is worthless. ”

The news spread, the oil mill owner became the laughing stock of the locals, and the key to opening an oil mill is the season and popularity, the oil mill owner closed the oil mill for a few months, and drove customers to other oil mills, and it was difficult to attract repeat customers.

As soon as the business collapsed, the oil mill owner had no choice but to move his family away and find another way out.

Yan Song laughed when he heard this, he used a little trick, spent a little money, saved his reputation and drove away the oil mill, and now no one disturbed the peace of the ancestors.

Now, Yan Song looked at the picture on the table and couldn't help muttering.

The auspicious place where the Taoist can produce the prime minister in the future is the location of the oil mill back then, but what does it mean that the gray squirrels that emerge from this land ride the white rabbit?