Chapter 006 - Tai Chi Halo

　　"Wow, Taiji Halo is so powerful!" Hansheng exclaimed heartily. 　　Dr. Zhu began to dig the soil with his hands on one side, and proceeded to tell the origin of the Taiji Halo. 　　"There are five colors of soil in nature, white is gold, green is wood, black is water, red is fire, and yellow is earth. The Taiji Halo is circular in shape, about ten feet in diameter, and the five colors of soil are naturally generated within it, which is very rare. And the halo within the earth also nurtured five-colored earth eggs, commonly known as 'earth eggs', eggs hollow, inside the intermittent birth of insects, shaped like silkworms ......" 　　"Is there really such a strange place?" Hansheng seems to have disbelief. 　　"Waiting for time to take you to see long." Father promised. 　　Hansheng took the hoe and replaced his father to plow the soil. 　　"Someone fainted!" A woman's shout came from within the bamboo forest. 　　Dr. Zhu busily grabbed the medicine box and ran towards the bamboo forest, and Hansheng also threw down his hoe and followed to see. 　　Li Lao Er from the north end of the village collapsed in front of his family's ancestral grave, and it was his mother-in-law, Li Er Auntie, who was screaming at the side at the top of her voice. 　　"Be careful, there's black gas, take Auntie Li to the windward side." Father commanded. 　　Hansheng pulled Second Aunt Li to turn in the direction of the upwind head, and saw his father open the medicine box and take out pills and hurriedly stuff them into Li Lao Er's mouth. 　　Hansheng's head tilted around to scrutinize, but he still couldn't see the black corpse gas. 　　"Squint your eyes, try to use the corner of your eyes, to glance without thinking." Father told Chansheng. 　　Cold Sheng squinted his eyes according to what his father said, glancing back and forth, and finally once or twice he saw a few faint clusters of black qi diffused in the grave pit. 　　"I see it!" He shouted in delight. 　　His father looked at Hansheng with a smile, gently lifted up Li Lao Er, who was waking up slowly, and told him that there were some dirty and poisonous gases in the grave, and that he should wait for the corpse gas to dissipate before converging the bones. 　　Shortly after the afternoon, the bones of Hansheng's grandparents and mother have been coffined into a cloth pocket. Fill the tomb pit, the big yellow dog ran ahead, father and son with the remains of ancestors back home. 　　At dinner, the father also pointed out some geomancy observation of the law, the child failed to learn medicine, the practice of feng shui is some strange endowment, he thought. 　　Late at night, the west room of Hansen is still picking the lamp night reading, the more you read the more surprised, "Qing Nang Jing" on the record of the formula is really incredible, and for some difficult illnesses with the medicine are a paste that is healed. At three o'clock, Hansheng finally read through once, cover the scroll long sigh, he is clear, he really want to be like the year Hua Tuo in this life, hanging pots to help the world, wandering the world. After the scripture wooden box put away, he yawned a long yawn, blew out the oil lamp, beautifully into the dreamland. 　　Early in the morning, his father knocked on the door of the west room. 　　"We're burying the bones of our ancestors today, get up." Father said through the door. 　　Hansheng rubbed his eyes and got up, still yawning continuously. 　　At breakfast, Hansheng asked his father in a low voice: "Pop, do you want to bury the bones of your great-grandfather and grandfather to Taiji Halo?" 　　"Bah, how dare you think of it, our family has been a bone-setter, only want to solve people in trouble, nothing else, if you want to be rich and famous, your great-grandfather has long been into the Taiji Halo." Father squarely said. 　　"I don't have that intention, a life as a bone-setter is also comfortable and dashing, I just want to wander the countryside in this life, hanging pots to help the world, to solve the problem of people." Hansheng said seriously. 　　"Alas, old dad understand your heart, but learning medicine is to rely on talent, otherwise it is a quack, will kill people. You are twenty years old, but still nothing, I know you do not want to farm, learning medicine and nothing, I would like to teach you the art of green bird geomancy, but no one in today's society believes in this, you have to have a door craft ah!" Father taught. 　　Hansheng bowed his head, thinking, now say nothing, sooner or later one day will call the old man surprised. 　　After the meal, the father and son bring proper things, the cold life on the back of people's bones, out of the village to the south mountain depths go, big yellow dog jumps and runs in the front. 　　Wuyuan is located at the junction of zhejiang and anhui and ganxi, belongs to the hilly area which extends down the Huangshan Mountain, wu water flows to the southeast by the northwest meandering, since the spring and autumn and warring states is the "wu and chu divided into the source" place. Wuyuan is high and far away from the mountains, transportation is inconvenient, historically has been the central plains area of the official officials and scholars to avoid the war, return to the nature of the landing place. The Jin Dynasty in the early 4th century A.D., the end of the Tang Dynasty in the late 9th century and the Southern Song Dynasty in the 12th century, three large-scale population migrations from the Central Plains began to form a scattered village in the mountains of Southern Anhui, of which Nanshan Village is a very inconspicuous and remote village. 　　Along the northern foothills of Nanshan Mountain, my father stood on a high hill, pointing his finger in the northwest direction. 　　"The art of Feng Shui was called 'Geography and Geomancy' in ancient times, looking up to the heavens, looking down to the mountains and rivers for water conservancy, and searching for dragons and points. Lai Bouyi, the great master of Feng Shui in the Song Dynasty, once came to Nanshan and stayed at our Zhu family's ancestral home. One night, Lai Buyi and our ancestor drank under the moon and revealed a secret." My father's eyes gazed into the distance, as if he had traveled back to the Song Dynasty eight hundred years ago. 　　"What secret?" Hansheng pursued. 　　"Taiji Halo." Father said in a deep voice. 　　"Pops, come on, say it." Hansheng urged. 　　"It's passed down from our ancestors. Back then, Lai Bouyi said that according to his observation, the two dragon veins of Huangshan Mountain, one yang and one yin, each came from the northwest and southeast; the yang dragon went straight to Poyang Lake in the northwest, while the yin dragon meandered southeast to this place, which is the submerged dragon. Huangshan Mountain is its old ancestor mountain, Dashan Mountain is its young ancestor mountain, Nanshan Mountain is its ancestor mountain, this place is looking at Pengli in the west, Baiyue in the north, the Yangtze River in the east, and Huguang in the south, the clouds are gathering and the fog is converging, and the momentum is magnificent, the dragon, the sand, the cave and the water are all in one, and it has walked in dozens of counties of the south of the Yangtze River, and it has not seen such a place of excellent feng shui. That Lai Bouyi life across the jianghu, good point strange points, this time looking for the dragon to step on the point, actually found in the Yin Longkou 10,000 years of auspicious points - Taiji Halo. At that time, the moon was shining brightly, taking advantage of the wine, Lai Bouyi then took his ancestors to the South Mountain at night to observe the point ......" 　　"This place is bound to produce a generation of emperors, Lai Buyei's words are true." Father narrated. 　　"Then the place where Zhu Yuanzhang's mother was buried back then could it be that Yang Dragon?" Hansheng speculated. 　　"Not bad, it was that Yang Dragon that produced a generation of emperors of the Great Ming." Father replied. 　　"Could it be that there is a Taiji Halo in both places?" Hansheng said suspiciously. 　　"Lai Bouyi said that this is a double halo of yin and yang, I think the one Liu Bowen discovered was a yang halo, and the one here is a yin halo, that Lai Bouyi once told his ancestors that the submerged dragon yin halo's energy is far more than that of the yang halo." Father explained. 　　There really are too many mysteries in nature, thought Chansheng. 　　"Let's go." Father continued along the mountain path. 　　At the depression at the back of the southern mountain, Father stopped and put down the tools and items he was carrying on his shoulders. 　　"Let's bury it here!" Father said. 　　"Here?" Chanson put down his cloth pocket and looked around. 　　"This is the depression of the dragon's ridge, hiding the wind and gathering the qi, the middle auspicious place, anyway, we don't want to be rich and famous, dip a little dragon's qi, the afterlife clothing and food is not a problem." Father frankly said. 　　"Where is the Taiji Halo?" Hansheng asked. 　　"I'll take you to see it after I've buried the bones." Father said as he began to dig up the soil. 　　The weather was clear, the golden sunlight sprinkled among the mountains, the purple air was hazy, wu water was like a belt winding among the hills, the Hui style farmhouse in the distance, white walls and gray tiles, small bridges and water, a quiet. 　　Two hours passed, father and son are covered with sweat, finally dug three graves. Father from the basket took out three empty tile altar, with Hansen together will be great-grandfather, grandparents and mother's bones into three altars, buckle the lid, and then gently according to the order of generations in order of seniority in the three holes. 　　When burning paper money, Hansheng cried. 　　Father opened a bottle of soju and poured it in front of the cave, his eyes were also red, he said nothing and shoveled down the first shovel of soil. 　　It was all over, a few dark clouds drifted in the sky, blocking out the sun, and the earth suddenly dimmed. 　　"Come on, son, it's time to take you to see Taiji Halo." Father said. 　　The father led the way in front, and Hansheng followed behind with his backpack. Father and son traveled along the ridge of South Mountain. 　　As they walked, Cold Sheng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he actually froze there, unable to believe his own eyes ...... 　　But see the hills as far as the eye can see although the height of the uneven, but the South Mountain as if it is a center point, the southeast and west of the hills in a radial layout, and are drooping head towards the South Mountain, looking back to the northern sky, the lofty Huangshan Mountain all the way to the layers of the mountains such as waves descending, the purple misty, the anger of the polymerization. 　　"See, three sides of the arch worship, eight tribute, alone this mountain is enough to show the emperor's atmosphere." Father lamented. 　　"But the end of the southern mountain is a flat dam, like an interruption of the mountain." Hansheng frowned. 　　"Thousands of miles to the dragon, in the fast knot, the first bundle of gas across the gorge, suddenly shrugged up the mountain, ready to knot, this section of the mountain dragon situation is called 'submerged dragon across the gorge', we are both standing under the feet of the dragon, it is the dragon's head of the submerged dragon." Father explained. 　　"What about the Taiji Halo?" Hansheng scanned the ground with his head down. 　　"The Yang Dragon Point is knotted above the eyebrows, the Yin Dragon Point is knotted below the lips, follow me." Father said and continued on, the trail sloped down the mountain and became narrower and narrower, they both ended up burrowing through a bush and climbed down to the dragon's head. 　　"Huh, isn't this the Linggu Cave?" Hansheng was surprised to find that he had already reached the entrance of Linggu Cave. 　　Father smiled and nodded, looking around to see that no one was around, so he took the cave entrance as the benchmark, and stepped out about three feet, and then traveled fifteen steps to the left, where bushes were growing. He waved to Hansheng, bent down and dove into the bushes. 　　Hansen put down his basket and followed him in. 　　In the center of the bushes there is an empty space more than two meters square, father with a hoe to shovel away some turf, exposing the soil underneath. 　　On the surface of the soil could be seen five shades of white, green, black, red and yellow earth rings, layers of one color each, thick and light, light and deep, bright and dazzling, like a halo. 　　"It's so beautiful!" Chanson murmured. 　　Father continued to plow a few more hoes, gouging out a fist-sized cyan-colored earth egg, handed it to Hansheng: "This is the earth egg, the five elements of the color cyan belongs to wood, known as the wood egg." 　　Hansheng took the wooden egg, held in the palm, weighed the weight is not heavy, like a hollow. 　　Father will shoveled down the turf and re-covered to the soil, stamped solidly with his feet, said, "Lest it be discovered." 　　Hansheng touched the wooden egg in his hand and a smile appeared on his face, because this Five Elements Earth Egg was also mentioned in the Qing Nang Sutra.