To the west of Mount Tai's summit, Ying Fei bypassed the mountain pass and ventured deep into the uninhabited region of the rear mountains.
Accompanying him was a middle-aged, balding man. The two had strong legs, climbing over mountains and crossing ridges in the uninhabited region. They used yellow powder to drive away insects and medicinal liquor to ward off snakes, traveling intermittently for two days and one night.
That afternoon, Ying Fei filled his container beside a mountain stream. After taking a sip, he said, "Brother Ma, my information ends here. The rest is up to you."
"There won't be any grand tomb here. You've got it wrong, haven't you? All the good sites on Mount Tai, with their embracing mountains and encircling waters, were claimed long ago. They're all under state protection now. There's no good tomb in the place you brought me to." Brother Ma frowned.
Ying Fei was not surprised. Instead, he was delighted and nodded. "That's right. This isn't a grand tomb, nor is it a good tomb. This is a Mohist tomb."
"Mohists? Are you messing with me? Mohists advocate simple burials. How could they have tombs?" Only then did Brother Ma realize what sort of Mohist tomb Ying Fei had brought him to find. He immediately bristled in anger.
Ying Fei hurriedly smiled. "Don't get worked up. Mohists advocated simple burials and opposed wasting society's wealth on the dead, but that doesn't mean they had no tombs. We agreed that I'd pay you five hundred thousand to 'set up the cooking pot' here, and you'd only need to help me find the tomb. Whether there's profit or loss inside, that's my concern."
"Then observing the feng shui is useless. We can only analyze it geologically." As he spoke, Brother Ma carefully studied the