When my grandfather was about to pass on the name of the Coffin Mountain Taibao to me, the entire Yin circle began to panic.

The originally remote mountain village suddenly became lively and extraordinary, not to mention the city, it was also bustling.

There are monks, Taoist priests, and so-called Maoshan warlocks who come to my house.

Even the horse immortals in the lower nine streams, the onmyoji, the corpse general, and so on.

All kinds of talented people and other worlds that I have seen and have never seen are gathered in the small courtyard of my house.

All of them only asked Grandpa one word.

That is: "Why do you want to pass on the name of the Coffin Mountain Taibao to the Mu family!" ”

What impressed me the most was the feng shui master of the northern school who came to my home from Guanjing, Mr. Wu.

and Zhang Daqian, known as the ghost hand of the Central Plains and famous for his corpse fishing, Zhang Daqian.

Zhang Daqian is a rough man, five big and three thick, with copper-bell-like eyes, and the anger on his body is very heavy.

As soon as I entered the door, I asked my grandfather: "Why do you want to break the rules of the rivers and lakes!" ”

Grandpa didn't pay attention to him at all, but said a word, which still makes me think about it again is quite domineering.

And a sentence that can make my blood surge and my head bloodshot.

"My words are the rules of the rivers and lakes!"

Just such a sentence directly sent many people, and none of them dared to contradict it.

And Zhang Daqian glared at his grandfather fiercely and left angrily.

And what I don't understand the most is that my father directly turned his face with my grandfather on the spot.

Pointing to his grandfather's nose, he said, "You are killing your grandson, you will regret it!" ”

I haven't seen my dad since, until the day of his funeral.

There was a lot of trouble that day, and my father left in a fit of rage.

Grandpa even dismissed everyone, including my uncle and my mother, except for Mr. Wu, who came from Guanjing.

Old man Wu is the existence of Taishan Beidou in the feng shui circle, but he is very respectful in front of his grandfather.

As for what Grandpa said to Old Man Wu, no one knows, only that when he left, his face was very complicated.

Uncle told me that my grandfather paid a great price for me and offended many people.

Coffin Mountain Taibao is not the kind of unsightly and upside-down business that many people have seen from some weird novels and film and television dramas.

The real Coffin Mountain Taibao is actually a serious official position, which was specially designed to serve the royal family in ancient times.

The word Coffin Mountain Taibao should be read separately, Coffin Mountain is a profession, and Taibao is a position.

It first originated in the Western Zhou Dynasty and flourished in the Song Dynasty.

In the Song Dynasty, the position of Taibao was recognized as a product and was used until the end of the Qing Dynasty.

It was not until the end of the feudal dynasty system that the position of the Coffin Mountain Taibao gradually disappeared in the long river of history.

It has become one of the most mysterious professions in the circle of the dead!

And the Coffin Mountain Taibao belongs to the ranks of the Dark Taibao, which specializes in customizing exclusive coffins for the dead.

If the soul of a band is the drummer, then the soul of the dead is the coffin.

The coffin is the underworld of the deceased, and it is also the place of sustenance for the deceased.

This is also the reason why those, Feng Shui masters, have such respect for grandpa.

There are many people who can make coffins in this world, but those who can make coffins are the only ones in this world.

There is also a particularly strange rule for the Coffin Mountain Taipo.

That is, it is not allowed to be passed on to the next generation.

No matter how hard your propylene qi (also known as yang qi, life grid, etc.) is, you can't.

Because of this profession, the conduct is very weird.

The things I saw were also strange and endless.

After all, those actions of the dragon and the tiger hiding, revealing the sky and the earth, and turning the river and the sea are extraordinary.

It is enough to make the viewer frightened and smell

So my family is not ancestral like other professions in the Feng Shui circle.

When my grandfather Mu Chunhua was young, he was favored by a carpenter and inherited the name of the Coffin Mountain Taibao.

Although my grandfather is not very famous, he is admired by everyone in the circle.

Because as long as you are with the dead, you will come to beg my grandfather, unless you don't want a coffin, don't bury it!

But grandpa said that the Coffin Mountain Taibao and his party are no better than the coffin shop, which can be sold in bulk.

But there are counts, grandpa only made forty-eight coffins in his life, and the last one was reserved for himself.

In Grandpa's words, the word Coffin Mountain is actually reserved for himself.

I haven't understood this sentence too much until now.

The so-called Coffin Mountain Taibao, of course, is not only only about making coffins, but also has a lot of knowledge inside.

After my grandfather dismissed the guests, I followed him to learn the art of coffin mountain from scratch.

Grandpa said that all the coffin mountain Taibao must be born as a carpenter.

And it is not allowed to use any metal products, even the nails used to seal the coffin, which must be wooden.

Because my family makes custom coffins, the children in the village are reluctant to play with me, which leads to my more withdrawn personality.

So, grandpa named me, Muyang! The implication makes me masculine and lively!

My grandfather taught my uncle the art of physiognomy.

This physiognomy technique is a branch of the Coffin Mountain Taibao, but it is not the real Coffin Mountain Taibao, so it is not considered to be a broken vow.

And this physiognomy technique is that my grandfather saved a wandering Taoist priest on the battlefield in his early years.

It is said that it was taught to his grandfather by the descendants of the Heavenly Master Zhang Daoling for many generations.

After Grandpa learned it, he combined the stargazing skills of the Coffin Mountain Taibao.

It has evolved into the physiognomy that is now suitable for our Coffin Mountain Taibao.

As for his father, he inherited his grandfather's carpentry skills, and no matter where he went, he couldn't starve to death.

The mother followed her grandfather to learn how to make shrouds, and shrouds and coffins complement each other, both of which belong to the dead.

What kind of coffin goes with what kind of shroud is particular.

Since I was a child, in addition to going to school, I studied carpentry with my father.

Because I know the evil of the Coffin Mountain Taibao!

Therefore, my father didn't want me to accept this inheritance, and he couldn't accept it, after all, the rules were there!

But unexpectedly, my grandfather said a word to my father on my tenth birthday.

He said: "The rise and fall of our Mu family in the future is all on Xiaoyang's body. ”

At that time, my father heard that my grandfather wanted to pass on the name of the Coffin Mountain Taibao to me.

So I rejected my grandfather and had a big fight with him.

Who knows, grandpa didn't care whether his father agreed, but directly informed the entire Jianghu of the news.

I studied with my grandfather for ten years, from the age of thirteen to the age of twenty-three.

I remember very well that a few days before my grandfather died, he called me into the house.

Inside the house is the Nine Dragons coffin he made for himself.

The coffin is scarlet all over, but there are nine black dragons carved on the coffin.

They don't have a dragon head, but they all converge at the mouth of the coffin.

Grandpa lay peacefully in the coffin.

He handed me a small, yellowed notebook with secret linen fonts and patterns.

Grandpa said: "This is a manuscript, the real handiwork, I will take it down, so as not to bring disaster to you." ”

"After I die, someone will take you to Guanjing to learn the secret art of feng shui, leaving a way for you to protect your life in the future!"

At this time, I am no longer a child, and my grandfather's words are clearly leaving his last words.

I held my grandfather's manuscript in my hand, and my nose was sore, and my tears fell into my grandfather's coffin.

Grandpa's eyes looked at the ceiling above his head very calmly and said: "Coffin Mountain Taibao, whether you can change your life from you against the sky depends on the will of God, Coffin Mountain, Coffin Mountain, it's really interesting!" Haha......"

Grandpa laughed a little crazy, laughing, laughing, laughing, and two lines of old tears flowed out, and finally grandpa kicked me out of the house.

Three days later, Grandpa was gone.

Grandpa's death was tragic, and his hands were chopped off.

When I saw that my grandfather's two arms had no palms, the first thing that came to mind was Zhang Daqian, the corpse fisherman.

But the uncle told me that this was the final destination of the Coffin Mountain Taibao.

My grandfather's death did not have a filial piety on the ninth street, and there were no thousands of people to mourn.

It's not that no one came, but he was pushed back by Old Man Wu's words.

As a feng shui master, the words of Old Man Wu are naturally quite effective.

All of this was arranged by Grandpa a long time ago.

The only people who really gave my grandfather's funeral were me, my dad, and my uncle and Mr. Wu.

What surprised me was that Mr. Wu, such a feng shui master, was willing to bow down and carry my grandfather's coffin.

Grandpa's coffin was buried in the cemetery chosen by Mr. Wu.

After the burial, Mr. Wu told my father that he would take me to Guanjing!

My dad looked up at me and said, "Stinky boy, since you have inherited your grandfather's mantle, you have to fight for our Mu family, don't embarrass Lao Tzu when you go out!" ”

As he spoke, his father began to cry.

The father cried like a child!

I've grown so big that I've never seen my father cry.

That was the first time I saw him cry, and it was the last time.

The uncle took out a photo book from his arms and handed it to me in front of Mr. Wu.

"Xiaoyang, you take this, you can use it in the future......"

I don't really need these things anymore, but it's a thought.

I don't know when I'll be back!

I didn't even go home, so I followed Mr. Wu away.

When I arrived at the entrance of the village, my mother was standing with a brand new shroud in her hand.

It's like they're waiting for me to come back.

I know, it's a shroud that my mom made for me.

My nose was a little sour and I wanted to cry, but Mr. Wu was between my mother and me.

I only heard him say to my mother: "Big niece, you have to believe your father's words, his vision is right, so this shroud child can't use it!" ”

I didn't understand the meaning of Mr. Wu's words, but my mother seemed to understand, and he nodded at me and turned to leave.

Looking at the back of my mother leaving, Mr. Wu patted me on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, child, sooner or later you will come back!" ”

The moment I turned around, I had a delusion in a trance.

Come back next time!

Maybe it's after I'm dead............