Daomu Biji

I was in a coma for three days. When I woke up, I was taken to the hospital. When I opened my eyes, I couldn't remember anything. I just felt that the world was turning around and I couldn't stop my nausea and dizziness.

Two days later, this situation improved little by little, but my language ability was completely lost. No matter what I wanted to say, all the sounds I made were strange.

I thought my brain was broken and it affected the nerves of the language. I was very scared, but the doctor told me that this was just a sequelae of a severe concussion and told me not to worry.

I used gestures to communicate with others like dumb. Until the fourth day, I could barely speak to the doctor. Where am I now? He told me that here is the Red Cross Hospital in Beilin District, Xi’an. When I came back, he didn't know exactly how to find me. He only said that I had probably broken 12 bones all over my body, which should have been caused by falling from a cliff.

I had a plaster on my chest and left hand, but I didn't know how many injuries I had. After listening to him, I knew I was dead.I asked him when he would be discharged from the hospital. He smiled at me and said that he could not get out of bed after ten days and a half months.

That night, the armed police who sent me heard that I was able to speak and brought me a fruit basket to visit me. I asked him again and asked the doctor the same thing. He did n’t know how to answer me, only that there were a few villagers in Lantian. I was found by a stream. I put it on a bamboo raft. The wounds on my body have been treated. The doctor said that if it were not for these treatments, I would have died.

I find it strange that my last memory was the moment when it fell into the water. According to the principle, it should be rushed to the river stand at most, how to put it on the bamboo raft. What about the eighty-mile road, do we unknowingly have a long distance on the way we walked in the underground river?

I made a lie about mountain climbing and falling off the cliff. I thanked the Armed Police with a lot of gratitude and immediately called Wang Meng to let him come to Xi'an to bring some money and my clothes. When I arrived, I paid for the medical expenses and then bought a mobile phone and a laptop again.

I asked Wang Meng how has the business been recently?He said that there was nothing important. My dad approached me many times. When I said it in my heart, I did n’t expect it to take so long. I might worry, so I reported peace to my family, but my dad was away, my mom and I. After saying a few words, I asked the uncle by the way, but there was still no news.

It seemed that everything was the same as when I came, and I sighed.

In the next few days, I was bored and suddenly thought of old itching, and my heart was sour, so I lay on the hospital bed, rummaging through the mountaineering suit I had worn completely when I fell, looking for the old itchy diary, but the diary was returned Now, I just could n’t see anything for the blisters. I barely read it for a while, and then I could n’t see anything. I connected to the hospital phone and passed the time online.

I checked and more information, but there is not much information about antiques on the Internet. I only need to briefly depict the scene of the bronze tree in my brain and send it to some friends to see. Later I have received reply letters, most of them also I do n’t know what it is, and they do n’t believe my description, but there are a few letters that are very inspiring to me.

One of them was sent from the United States. A friend of my father chatted with me. He wrote in an email that this kind of bronze tree is called a "pillar" because it is shaped like a chisel (ancient instrument). In 1984, one was found in a mine in Panzhihua, but it was not as big as I said, only one section, the section deep underground had been completely rusted.

So far, there is no literature that can explain what this thing is used for, but according to the narrative poems of ethnic minorities recorded in the Shanhai Jing and some texts, this thing is indeed related to the "earth dragon (snake)" activity in ancient times.

"Zhu Jiuyin" should be a kind of snake living in a very deep vein. Because it has lived in a steep rock gap for many years, it has almost no chance to face up, so the two eyes have mutated like flounder.The ancients used blood to draw it out of the deepest veins, then shot it and made it into a candle.Sounds innocent, but at that time, the long-lasting light source was an extremely precious thing, especially for some people who lived at night or lived in a dark cave.

I think his analysis is a bit reasonable, but I still ca n’t explain why the encounter with the so-called “pillar” will produce that kind of wonderful and terrifying ability. I wrote back to the past and asked him if anything similar happened in history?

He wrote back and paid a broken volume, which was a memo-style novel, which recorded an incident that occurred during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. It mentioned that a blue and white stone dragon box was excavated from the Xi’an mine, and the Emperor Qianlong opened it At that night, he secretly recruited several ministers to the palace. The secret talked about the middle of the night, and then there was a fire in Qianqing Hall.The few ministers, except for one famous one, all of them had no hospice, and finally killed them inexplicably.

I see the time, which is probably the time when the thing written by Li Pipa's "He Mu Ji" happened, that is, it should be related, it seems, and finally the person who dug out the white stone dragon box and understands this matter People are so bad that the emperor made such a big determination to keep a secret, so what is in the white stone dragon box?Could it be the origin of this ancient bronze tree?

I wrote back to ask his opinion again, and he only responded with one sentence: I would not know until I dug down.

I smiled bitterly, knowing that this is not possible. Who knows how deep it is below, maybe it took them centuries to cast this thing, even if someone really wants to dig, I definitely ca n’t see it Too.

There are also several letters sent by my second uncle. He said that the ethnic minorities at that time inherited the decorative style of the Western Zhou Dynasty, but at that time ethnic exchanges were limited, and transportation and communication were extremely underdeveloped, so it should be There is a time lag, that is to say, I estimated the time too early. According to the general law, the Central Plains region should have been in the late Qin Dynasty at that time.

At that time, almost all activities were related to the construction of the mausoleum by Emperor Qin Shihuang. They hunted the candle of Jiuyin, probably to extract "dragon oil", pay tribute to the emperor for refining Shan or similar activities.According to geological exploration, the bottom of Qin Shihuang's mausoleum also has huge metal objects surrounding the tomb. According to the truth, the metallurgical technology at that time should not have completed such a huge project. Alien people.

Uncle Qin is a loyal fan of Emperor Qin Shihuang, and everything can be related to that segment. I don't take him for granted.

A month later, I was discharged from the hospital and returned home. After sorting it out, I started to recuperate my life and re-enter my life. I sorted out the mailbox that was almost bursting. After sorting out some magazines and newspapers, I found an unsigned Express mail.

Old Wu:

Guess who I am?

Yes, I am not dead, or I am alive again.

I'm sorry to involve you in this matter, but after all, you are the only person I can trust, and I have no other choice.

Now that the whole thing has been completed, our relationship must end here. I am very happy to be friends with you, but now it is not important anymore.

Do you really want to know what happened three years ago?

Three years ago, a group of Liaobian guys and I went to Qinling to step on a plate. We found a tree hole in the banyan forest on the top of the mountain according to local legends. We considered preparing for the adventure again and again. You all know the process. Later, I was trapped in the stone cave.

At that time, I was desperate. Although I would n’t die so fast, it was even more terrible for me to live. I would live in a narrow, dark mountain forever. There would never be a day when I would never have such a pain. pass.

I stayed in the dark for four months. These four months are simply hell. However, during this time, I kept thinking. I know that this ability is related to the subconscious mind. For example, I To open a door in a stone, I must convince myself that there is a door in the stone itself, otherwise, even if you want to break your head, the door will not appear.,

One cannot deceive the subconscious by oneself, so to use this ability, one has to lead. This is very difficult. I told you that once the guidance fails or there is a deviation, what you materialize, you do n’t know what it will be. Very scary.

I kept doing things and gradually mastered some tips, but this time, I found that this ability will gradually disappear with the decline of time.This feeling is very obvious, just like a person feels tired little by little, I realized that if I don't take a way out, I might starve to death here.

I had nowhere to go. I tried to use that ability to copy myself. I didn't expect this to succeed, and I was taken aback. Suddenly, I suddenly found that I appeared outside the cave.

At that time, I didn't realize that I copied it. All the memories of me and myself were exactly the same, so when he called me, I didn't agree that I was a copy. He began to scold me and said that I wanted to replace it. He exists in this world and says he wants me to disappear.I was scared. I thought the one in the cave was a monster. So, no matter what the call sign in the cave was, I still found explosives and completely collapsed the cave.

In fact, I did know that I copied it, but I was subconsciously unwilling to believe it, so I chose a state of destruction. I killed myself and told myself that I just killed one substitute.

The bronze tree gave people the ability for a short time, so I removed a bronze branch and went out from the underpass on the bottom of the bronze tree. I hope to bring a part of the bronze tree to make my ability last longer so that I can have Maybe I fled outside, and later confirmed that my thoughts were correct. I went back outside and dug out some of the things we dug before we arrived here, and I was afraid that the bronze branches were too obtrusive. I buried him and returned to Xi’an, thinking Find a place to sell the things in your hands.

It's a pity that when I was doing business, I grabbed plain clothes at an antique stall, and then you also know that when I got home, did I already go? These things, I didn't lie to you.

There are still some things that I have to tell you. Having this ability is not free. My memory is very poor. Many things must be written down in advance to be able to remember. That is the sequelae of using ability. On the way, I could have settled you well, so that you can help me complete this expedition unconsciously, but unfortunately, I have forgotten many things in the past three years, how did I come out, I remember I do n’t know, so it ’s full of flaws. I estimate that after two or three years, I might lose my memory.

You also have that peculiar energy. I do n’t know if it will affect you. You need to take care. According to my calculations, this kind of power may remain on you for several years, but it is very weak and almost feels no. To.

Old itch

I read the complete letter and let out a breath. I did n’t know what to say. There was a picture in the envelope. He and his mother were sitting on the boat. The back was the sea. She should have gone abroad. Her mother Very beautiful, very young, standing with him, but like a couple, I looked closely, but always felt that her mother's face, there is a flirtatious, an indescribable grim, perhaps a psychological effect Right.

Unconsciously winter came, nested in an air-conditioned room, and was lazy all afternoon, even dozing off, I was lying on the lounge chair in the inner hall of "Xiling Yinshe", my feet were cold, I didn't know what to do, Between half a dream and half awake, Wang Meng came in and said to me, "Boss, someone will find it."

I reluctantly reacted, yawned, and said that three or nine days, and some people visit antique shops, this one is also considered positive, but no matter how it is considered a business, climbed up and patted his face, walked out of spirits.

The air conditioner outside was small, the cold wind blew, and the people were shocked. At first glance, it turned out to be the little girl under Jinan Haishu ’s men, who was trembling in the cold. I thought it was estimated to bring me a check. Ask Wang Meng to make tea and ask her: "Why, girl, Uncle Hai let you come?"

The little girl is called Qin Haiting. He is a relative of Uncle Hai and is only seventeen years old. She is already a veteran of the antiques industry. She nodded and said, "Oh my, why is Hangzhou colder than our north."

Wang Meng said with a smile: "It's dry and cold weather in the south, it feels bitter, and you Jinan is not too north."

I think Qin Haiting only beat her teeth, helped her to the inner hall, where the air conditioner was warm, handed him the hot water bag, and asked, "You are too afraid of cold, so, is it warm?"

She drank a few sips of hot tea and came back slowly, still chopping her feet in the room, "It's a little better, people say that Hangzhou is so beautiful and beautiful. My uncle won't let me come. I'm still rushing. Who knows? Cold, oops I wo n’t be here next time. "

I asked, "What did your uncle tell you to do? There was no phone notification."

Qin Haiting took off his scarf and took out a thing from his purse, saying, "Of course it is a business, give, cash check, that fisheye stone money."

As soon as I heard it, I took a glance, the price was good, I put it in my pocket and said, "Thank him for me"

She took out another invitation and handed it to me: "My uncle Hai also came to Hangzhou the day after tomorrow to attend an antique appraisal meeting. He said that he would let you go too. There are important things to talk to you about."

I asked: "The day after tomorrow? I don't know if there is time, why don't you say it on the phone, the god is mysterious?" In fact, I don't want to go, antique identification, too boring things, for insiders, it's a bunch The old man was chatting there. In fact, there are so many allusions, whether it is true or false, which can be seen in a few seconds.

Qin Haiting leaned to my ear and whispered, "My uncle said that it has something to do with the bronze fish, and I don't regret it myself."

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