Yi Zhou’s Song Junchu, an official who rose to the rank of Minister, was born into a renowned family of geomancers; old and young alike in the household, regardless of gender, all understood Feng Shui. Not long after, Song Junchu passed away, and his two sons each established their own separate households. In order to select a burial site for their father, they journeyed thousands of li, gathering numerous Feng Shui masters. Each brother commanded a retinue of a hundred sorcerers.

The brothers rode out daily across the countryside, moving east and west, taking separate paths, each stubbornly adhering to his own opinion, refusing to communicate. In the blink of an eye, over a month had passed, and both claimed to have found an auspicious site—one asserted that burial there would lead to a marquisate, the other insisted that burial at his chosen spot would lead to an appointment as Prime Minister. The brothers argued relentlessly, too proud to negotiate, and proceeded to construct their tombs separately, setting up silk canopies and raising colored flags, completing the work almost simultaneously.

On the day of the funeral procession, the brothers each led their respective entourages, fighting over the coffin. The struggle raged from dawn until dusk, yet no decision was reached. The guests all departed, and the strong men carrying the coffin grew utterly exhausted, changing shoulders more than ten times before finally collapsing by the roadside, spent of all energy.

The coffin remained unburied for a long time, and since neither brother would yield, they entered into a prolonged standoff. The elder brother built a structure by the roadside to shelter against wind and rain; the younger brother, unwilling to be outdone, began erecting his own dwelling. One built a house, then the other built one in response, cycling this way and that until, three years later, a village had surprisingly taken shape.

Many more years slipped by, and the two brothers died one after the other. The elder sister-in-law and the younger sister-in-law conferred, deciding that to break the irreconcilable deadlock between their deceased husbands, they would travel together to the wilderness to inspect the burial grounds. Both exclaimed at once: "Neither is good." They then pooled their resources to hire sorcerers to re-examine the land. After surveying each Feng Shui location, the masters would present maps for the two women to decide. They inspected for several days, drawing dozens of maps, yet none were satisfactory.

About ten days later, they found another location. After viewing the map, the elder sister-in-law smiled and said, "This will do," handing the map to her sister-in-law. The younger one nodded in agreement: "Burying him here, the Song family will surely prosper in the future; passing the Wujuren examination will be a certainty." Three years later, Song Junchu’s eldest grandson indeed passed the military examination.