It's the story of the folk

for the tang dynasty, it was meant to be a time of many things: the chaos of the anshishi has not yet been resolved, and the body of peirot has come back, flat in the west, then the turkics have been broken, then the grasslands and the desert have been monopolized, and the tiger has looked at the fatty of nakahara.

at the same time, tang zhong was in power and was too busy to deal with threats from the border, and decided to send her out as his wife.

this is in line with the general pattern of the two generations of han don: a man can't change a woman, a man can't beat a woman, and peace can be exchanged by being an old man or brother-in-law.

before sending my daughter out, the don seon-gong sent a group of people back on a business trip, which was actually a study tour to see what was going on in peirot.

there was a strange man in the mission, who looked east and west on the way, climbed up with a small mountain bag, measured the sun with a taco, set the course with a compass, and drew strange symbols on the paper.

the leader praised him...

for the importance of military surveys.

i'm looking for a vein.

turns out he was mr.

fung shui, who returned to chang an and reported to tang zhong that after his careful investigation, he had finally found the dragon's vein, a small hill named fukuyama, in the south of the great indemn.

don zhong zhong zhong zhi, you must find fushan and move it back.

the family team found fukuyama, burned it with fire, poured it with vinegar, broke it into pieces and brought it back by car.

then baelong died and returned to the low tide and the border threat was lifted.

whether the story is true or not, it can be written in the fung shui book...

as a case in point.

because it proves that fung shui is divine, useful and historical.

there are two other cases that are very similar to tang zhong's poaching.

in the late 11th century, the emperor of liao guo feared that the real woman threatened national security by sending mr.

fung shui to look for a dragon line, finding a small hill, burning vinegar, digging it back, piled it up on xiamen street, beijing, and now calling it kiyoyama.

in the early 13th century, the emperor feared that the mongolians would threaten the security of the country by sending mr.

fung shui to the desert of mongolia to look for a dragon and find a small mountain, burning vinegar, and digging back, piled up in beijing's view mountain park, now known as long live.

unfortunately, there is no soul: the emperor of liao has dug up the woman's path and the woman's life has been wiped out; the emperor of kim has dug up the mongolian's.

putting these two things in the book proves that wind hydrography isn't so divine, it's so useful, it's so bad, it's so annoying.

but my friends who are obsessed with fung shui would have said, "they were right to dig a dragon's artery.

if they sent me, they would have found a true artery, so they could not say that fung shui had not worked, but that they had not studied well." this kind of story, which was played once in huang mei zhu, occurred in an age when it could no longer be examined, and it is said that huang mei zhu has been growing up in longshan, and that if you grow to tai bai zhu zhu zhu zhu zhui zhu, you will be born.

the emperor was dazzled at the golden palace, ordered to watch the sky and, after watching the sky, reported that there was a treasure in the lake's territory, and that when it was formed, it would come outYour Majesty is therefore dizzled.

As to the exact location, it was impossible to see it, so the Emperor sent a team to search for it in Hubei, and when he found it near the Huang Mei Quan Temple, he found that there was indeed a king's spirit in the area, so he flew to the court room and quickly sent troops to dig up the mountain, which is now the Mount of the Rise of the Dragons, and after an established decision to dig up the Mountain of the Dragons to destroy the windwater of the King.

When the soldiers dug out the dragon's waist mountains during the day, they came together automatically, so many times in the night, and so many times, the spirits were tired, so they shouted at the high altitude: “You dig thousands of people during the day, I fill with thousands of people during the night, I fear that the stakes will be crucified”, and then the sergeant, the chief, cut down the tree and made a stake, while the stake was crucified on the edge of the digging, and then, in the night, the ghost saw the stakes and the ghost was afraid to approach, thus digging out the mountain, destroying the wind water of the sky and destroying the yellow plum until today, where the digging continues, the story continues。