Everyone was moved in their hearts, their ancestors had lived on the edge of the Yellow River for generations, and naturally knew that the bald-tailed Lao Li was synonymous with the Dragon King. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Legend has it that this bald-tailed old Li once in 60 years, once he comes, the Yellow River will flood once.

A long time ago, there was a story on the banks of the Yellow River that on a rainy night, a young daughter-in-law guarded her bedridden old mother, who wanted to drink fish soup in a peasant house.

But it's raining heavily, so where can I buy fish? Besides, there is a place to buy it, and there is no money.

At this moment, there was a burst of thunder and lightning, and a big golden carp fell from the sky, weighing five or six catties!

The daughter-in-law was overjoyed, thinking that there would be fish to make fish soup for the old mother, so she hurriedly carried the fish into the house.

But the daughter-in-law was very kind, and when she saw that the carp looked pitiful, she couldn't bear to kill it, so she chopped off the tail and boiled the fish soup, and then released the carp. Strange to say, my mother was cured of her illness after drinking fish soup.

It turned out that the carp released by the daughter-in-law was the dragon king who was demoted to the earth, although it was angry when the tail of the fish was chopped off, but it was not easy to punish the filial daughter-in-law who did not kill it after all, so he vented his anger on other local people, and every other Jiazi came to make the Yellow River flood.

As soon as they heard that the transparent coffin might have something to do with the bald-tailed Lao Li who would flood the Yellow River, everyone's hearts became heavy.

Another old man thought for a while and said, "No, it's not right at the first time, and again, I haven't heard of the way to deal with the bald-tailed Lao Li with black dog paper-cutting?

Everyone thought about it, so they didn't worry about it anymore, and the sleepiness hit, and they all fell asleep one after another.

At dawn the next day, everyone saw that it was really a sunny day, and the sun was lazily hanging in the sky, so they began to split up, some people came to the coffin with the fortune teller, and some people went to paste the black dog cutouts.

The fortune teller took out three sticks of incense and lit them, and then inserted them into the incense burner he brought, and at the same time chanted words in his mouth, but it was by no means something that was too anxious for the old gentleman to be as anxious as the law or anything.

Then he took out a piece of wood, which seemed to be mulberry wood, which had been polished to a bright light, and carefully inserted it into the east side of the coffin.

At this time, the fish in the coffin swam more and more frequently, and everyone suddenly felt a sense of unease, because they could all see clearly that the transparent coffin seemed to be raised by itself.

Everyone thought they were dazzled, but when they rubbed their eyes and looked again, they saw that the coffin had indeed risen about 20 centimeters by itself, because the coffins dug up yesterday had been wiped clean by the workers, and the coffins that had obviously risen about 20 centimeters were still covered with mud.

The fortune teller was not surprised, pointed to the northwest corner and said: "Dig, dig there, dig until you can't dig!"

"When the river can't be dug up?"

"It's really inexplicable, is the fortune teller scared?"

The workers were secretly puzzled and muttered quietly.

At this time, a person who posted black dog paper-cuts came over and reported: "Sir, the water in the tank is still about twenty centimeters full, and the wet marks on the outside of the tank are still four fingers away from the top!"

"Got it. ”

The fortune teller replied lightly, and then stared at the small fish in the coffin. The small fish in the coffin were all ordinary grass carp, and there was nothing strange about it, but the corpse in the coffin had risen to the height of a human waist, but it was still blurry.

But everyone saw one thing clearly, that is, the little white snake that got under the transparent coffin yesterday was also inside, and it was also swimming quickly in the water, constantly avoiding the small fish rushing forward and rushing one after another.

Those little fish were actually catching that little white snake, no wonder the fortune teller kept watching.

After another moment, a stick of incense had been burned, and suddenly, only a "click" was heard, and the two wooden shovels that were dredging broke at the same time, leaving two half shovels stuck in the mud.

The sudden sound frightened everyone, and it turned out that this was the time when they could not dig, and both shovels were stuck in the mud, as if they had been broken by some hard object.

The fortune teller hurriedly leaned down and used his hand to pick up the mud from where the shovel had been broken, and in a short time an iron pier was revealed, the size of an ordinary round bench, with some patterns carved on it. The fortune teller fumbled around the pier again, and slowly pulled out a rusty iron chain.

The iron chain must be connected to the transparent coffin, and it was expected that the coffin would definitely be lifted out through the iron chain, and everyone immediately surrounded it excitedly and helped the fortune teller pull the chain out together.

As soon as the coffin was pulled and shaken, the fortune teller stopped everyone and didn't let them continue to pull it. It turned out that there was a stubble on the chain, probably because of the long time, and one of the chain buckles had been split in half.

Whether you want to continue to pull, you can pull without letting the broken place be forced, and everyone waits for the instructions of the fortune teller.

The fortune teller looked at the stubble carefully, thinking, but at this time the sky was slowly clouding.

The folklore expert had been looking at the patterns on the iron pier and suddenly said, "This should be in the well."

Hearing him say this, the others looked at it and saw it, yes, this iron pier was used in the ancient well to hold the spring, but how did it come here?

And the iron pier is connected to the iron chain, and the iron chain is connected to the coffin, who will put the coffin in the well? Even if you want to put it, where is there a well that can put down such a huge coffin?

Thinking of this, people feel that this matter is becoming more and more confusing and unclear.

The fortune teller looked at all the scenes, sighed slightly, and sighed: "It's really a feng shui master!"

In the local area, apart from the ancestors of this fortune teller, there are very few who can be called feng shui masters.

However, many years ago, there was a southern feng shui master in the local area, whose methods far overshadowed the ancestors of fortune tellers.

It is said that there was a particularly famous Dawang village in the local area at that time, and there was a richest Wang family in the village, and ninety-nine earthen buildings were built in a row.

One night, a southerner came to Dawang Village, who was the feng shui master.

The feng shui master did nothing else, only chiseled out a golden toad from a stone tablet pedestal in the ancestral tomb of the Wang family, and then took the golden toad away.

That night, the whole village heard the sound of copper coins rolling away in the ground, and from then on, the hundredth building of the old Wang's family was never built again, and it collapsed once it was built, so it had to be stopped, and the family road gradually declined, and some of the descendants became beggars.

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