Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Romance -> genius photographer

Chapter 18 Ancestral Tombs

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    You can search "genius fortune teller" on Baidu to find the latest chapters!

    "Huh? Liao Xiaohong was born in the fiftieth year of Qianlong and died in the sixth year of Xianfeng. This what does this mean?"

    While Ye Tian was looking at this wonderful scene of Yin and Yang coming together, his eyes inadvertently swept across a piece of ground, and a line of words suddenly appeared in his mind.

    "He was born in the fiftieth year of Qianlong's reign? Isn't that 1785? This Liao Xiaohong is the ancestor of Liao Haode"

    Having a former scholar as his teacher, Ye Tian was very proficient in memorizing the chronological tables and important events of the past dynasties. After calculating in his mind, he confirmed the era in which this person lived.

    After confirming that this is the ancestral tomb of the Liao family, the rest will be easy to handle. Anyone with a little knowledge will understand that the order of burial in the ancestral tomb is very particular.

    Generally speaking, the longest branch of this branch should be located in the best feng shui place of the cemetery, that is, in the middle and at the top. Children are arranged next to his grave, and grandchildren are further behind.

    Due to the limited land area, the general ancestral graves are for five generations. When the cemetery area is not enough, some branches will be separated and separate ancestral graves will be established.

    For example, this ancestral tomb of the Liao family has been passed down since the Qianlong period. It can give birth to at least six generations in 100 years. Now it has buried far more than five generations, but it has not branched off. It seems that it was guided by an expert.  Reluctant to leave this feng shui treasured place.

    Looking at a personal name and digesting a piece of information, Ye Tian felt very strange in his heart at this time. No wonder the ancients said that Feng Shui fortune tellers can communicate with Yin and Yang to change fate, but it is not nonsense.

    But what excites Ye Tian the most at this time is that his body has not changed much. Except for some dizziness, everything is normal now.

    "Liao Guo! Born in the early years of the Republic of China, he died in 1952 AD. He had a son, Liao Haode"

    After searching according to the traditional directions of the tomb, Ye Tian finally found the information about Liao Guo in a corner of the cornfield, and quickly walked over with the compass.

    "Ye Tian, ??noXiao Zhenren, have you found the location of my mother's coffin?"

    Liao Haode, who was following Ye Tian, ??was a little nervous. Ye Tian was already his last hope. If he couldn't find it, he could only bury his father here and leave to return to the United States.

    "I'll take another look" Ye Tian waved his hand to signal Liao Haode not to speak, then pushed aside the lush corn stalks and walked around the area.

    After pretending to compare it with the compass in his hand, Ye Tian stopped and said, "If it's right, it should be right here"

    "Reallyreally?"

    Liao Haode's voice was a little trembling. He was already over 10 years old when he left the mainland. He still has a deep memory of his mother. Now he is about to find the place where his mother was buried. As a child, it is inevitable that he will be a little sad.

    "Haha, we'll find out if we dig it up" Ye Tian smiled and didn't say much.

    "Hey, you guys come here"

    Ye Tian heard the noise coming from behind and looked back, but it was Feng Kuang who walked into the cornfield with a few young people holding shovels. He waved to Feng Kuang who was walking in the front and said: "  Bring me the shovel"

    Feng Kuang held the shovel, but did not hand it to Ye Tian. Instead, he looked at Liao Haode and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, is thisreliable?"

    Ye Tian was a little unhappy when he heard this, curled his lips and said, "If you don't believe me, don't look for me"

    "Ye Tian, ??don't listen to his nonsense" Liao Haode tensed up his face, reached out and grabbed the shovel from his nephew's hand, and handed it to Ye Tian's hand.

    Ye Tian took the shovel that was much longer than his height. After clearing away all the corn stalks within an area of ??three to four square meters, he drew a line on the ground and said, "We will dig from here later and go down four directions."  A foot, uh, just over one meter, and you can see the coffin"

    "If I can't find it when I look back, I'll deal with you again"

    After Feng Kuang glanced at Ye Tian, ??he muttered something in his mouth, spit into the palm of his hand, grabbed the shovel, and was about to shovel it to the ground.

    ¡°Wait a minute, did I say start digging?¡±

    Before the shovel touched the ground, Ye Tian let out a shout, which scared Feng Kuang and quickly stopped his hand, but he almost shoveled down his feet.

    "What are you doing? Why don't you dig when you find a place? This is my family's land. If the digging is damaged, I won't look for you" A brother from the family who came with Feng Kuang refused to agree to this situation and immediately asked Ye Tian  He stared.

    Seeing the young man blowing his nose and glaring at him, Ye Tian waved his hand,??  Butwhy didn't I see it?

    Ye Tian nodded, bent down and picked up a piece of dark soil from the ground, handed it to Liao Haode, and said: "Grandpa Liao, look at this, this is not soil, but the traces left by the decay of the coffin  ¡­¡±

    When Ye Tian learned Feng Shui from the old Taoist, he not only memorized the Feng Shui books, he also visited the wild cemetery at the eastern foot of Maoshan Mountain several times, and he was no stranger to this kind of decayed coffin.

    After explaining a few words to Liao Haode, Ye Tian shouted to the people in the pit below: "Hey, you guys, use your hands and shovels to spread the soil and see if there is a line"

    Ye Tianneng could tell from the decayed coffin residue that the coffin used by Liao Haode's mother was not made of good wood. Over the years, it must have been completely mixed with the soil.

    "Yes, hey, there really is a line. Oops, Ididn't I step on my uncle and grandma?"

    After hearing Ye Tian's words, several people pulled on the ground and saw a black line about an inch thick. The timid ones felt their scalp numb immediately, threw the shovel and climbed up.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report