Daomu Biji

"What is a fairy fruit? Is it a type of pancake fruit?"

I remembered a comic book with lots of fruits in it, and when I eat it, I have superpowers. When I think of this, I find it funny in my heart.

I looked at the fat man and said: I heard from my sisters.This guy is a terrific lady. Once she went to a boss's house to deliver food. When she saw a box hanging in the boss's room, the boss refused to touch it and said it was a fairy fruit.

She didn't understand, the client asked her if she had watched "Legend of Chu Liuxiang". The flowerless monk in it had never fallen from the ground since she was born.

This man has a very high buddha nature, and he has no red dust since he was born.Some things are the same. Since they were made, they have never fallen on the ground. They have been hung up to be preserved. The box containing this treasure is called a fairy fruit.I just heard about it, but I did n’t expect so much here."

"Are you fucking reliable?" I said: "I have also heard a story. Before the eunuchs had a baby room, all the things cut from them would be put in a box, hanging In the baby room, this is also the case. There are various boxes. Some of the eunuchs have their own special rooms. I think this place is the baby room. "

"You mean, there are tens of thousands of ceilings hanging from the ceiling of the third floor of the Zhangjia Ancient Building? I rely on it. The owner's aesthetic is so arrogant. It's absolutely impossible!" , "You look for one, my fat man, I have a bright craft, and give you a hundred steps to wear Yang."

I saw him coughing, and his face was almost green, and he said: "Don't fuck your skin, just hit it."

The fat man pointed to one in the distance: "We have to do things well, look there, the smallest one." I didn't see clearly, I saw him raise a hand, a box hanging on the ceiling in the distance echoed Dropped, fell on the ground and rolled a few times.

We covered our mouth and nose and waited until the dust had dispersed.The fat man picked it up, it was a wooden box, and the outside was also very decaying. The fat man pryed it open with an iron thorn and poured the contents inside to the ground.

It was a dry hand with two unusually long fingers, but it was not the same as the stuffy oil bottle.

The fat man and I looked at each other and didn't speak.The fat man stood up and shot a few more immediately.

I opened the box and found that all of them were dry hands. Some of the hands were completely rotten and they were a few bones, but I could see that there were problems with the fingers of these hands.

Moreover, some of the boxes that are knocked down are old and new, and they look very different in time.

"The Zhang family's sex is very special." The fat man teased me. "Are you good?"

"Fuck." I scolded, looking at the top of my head. "Here are a thousand hands. These hands obviously have the characteristics of the Zhang family, and there are so many and different ages. You know that many Chinese were overseas. How do you come back after you are buried in the country after death? "

I stopped for a moment and looked at him to continue, "The body is too heavy to be saved. They only brought back a part. I think these hands are probably those people's bodies that have been damaged and can't be buried. So cut one Come by hand and be buried here in this form. "

"How could there be so many?"

"War." I said, "So many people must be because of a large number of fires, or war.

Of course, it was not a war, but since ancient times, large-scale tomb-robbing families have their own armed forces, not only tomb-robbing, but the chaebols in many places are armed. These people were strong local armed forces during the war."

Do you remember the body we pulled out of the lake?Asked the fat man. "Those who have no hands are cut off.""

"These hands have the obvious characteristics of the Zhang family. The reason why the hands are cut off is not only the burial, but also the reason for hiding their identities."

I said, "It seems that the body we took from the lake is also the Zhang family."

"It's Zhang's family?" The fat man murmured a little, "It's too messy, what the hell is going on?"

These hands aroused my strong curiosity. I can't wait to follow the footprints of the stuffy oil bottle and continue to explore forward, and found the next flight of stairs.We climbed up.

Further up this level, I saw a lot of wooden fences at once-this level finally became normal.Like many towers, there are many compartments and corridors.

We walked forward from the staircase and found that all the compartments were closed and the windows were covered with black paper, which was completely invisible.

The fat man walked a few steps forward, found a push and pushed it, and found that it was locked, and raised his foot and wanted to kick, but immediately remembered the dust came, and immediately retracted his foot.

We used clothes as fans, fanned the dust off the door, and the fat man pierced a hole in the black window paper with iron thorns.

We peeped in, the room was dark, and the flashlight shot into the hole, and it was not clear.The fat man took out the homemade flares he had found from the dead man, and flicked them into the hole.

That thing burned the aluminum foil and lit up the whole room at once.I realized that this thing is actually a large-scale fire fold, which has been improved by this group of tomb robbers, and the working people are really clever.

When we put our eyes on it again, we found that the room was not large, at most three square meters, with a large black wood coffin inside.

The walls were covered with wooden signs full of words. I looked at Chinese characters in small letters, which seemed to be of the epitaph type.

The fire light dimmed within a minute, and the fat man flicked in again, and looked at it more carefully, saying: "I haven't ran, this floor is the tomb, this slip should be all."

I estimated it: at least two square meters of this floor, this room is two to three square meters, that is to say, there are about 1,000 such rooms.

There are probably a thousand coffins and a thousand dead people here.

"Is there so many people in the Zhang family?" Said the fat man. "How big is this family."

I said: "The ancient chaebol family is very large. Have you seen" Dream of Red Mansions "?

Do you know how many people are in a Grand View Garden?There are only 450 written by Cao Xueqin.The Genghis Khan family now has an estimated number of tens of thousands of people. You and I may have the genes of the 'Golden Family' at that time.

The population of the Manchu royal family is also quite large.In history, as long as a family can thrive for three generations, by the third generation, there will be no problem if there are tens of thousands of people everywhere.

This family has a special identity, and its rise and fall will not be affected by historical changes. I am afraid the family is even bigger.

Those who can be divided into a small room here are probably very good people in this family. What other seven cousins ​​and three cousins ​​are all hanging downstairs."

The fat man said: "Good guys, it's because the younger brother's generation is demented, otherwise China will not be occupied by them."

"The third largest surname in China is the surname of Zhang. 'The fifth son of the Yellow Emperor, Qingyang, waved and watched the arc star. He started arching the bow, the bow was the main priest, and the ancestor was Zhang. I said, "Did you smell something strange?"

In our discussion, a strong scorching ambiguity passed over, and the fat man smelled: "It's okay, it was the smell of the flare just now."

I smelled wrong, this smell is very strong, and with the temperature, not like the smell of cold smoke.

"Right or wrong." Before I finished, I saw the light in the cave in the room we just saw.

When I looked around, I knew it was over. The incendiary bomb was dropped on the floor inside. The floor was made of wood. The temperature of the incendiary bomb was very high, and the floor was burned up.

"Fuck you in a big disaster." I said, "Quickly, kettle."

"It's okay, isn't it just a small fire?" Said the Fat Man, as he lifted the lid of the kettle, and took a sip and sprayed it into the hole.

It's useless to spray a few sips. The water in the kettle is completely sprayed, but the fire is getting more and more prosperous.

The entire ancient building is made of wood, which is the middle floor. If it burns, the entire ancient building will be finished."Now I admit that I was in trouble."

The fat man said, looking at the beam above.Originally, as long as I kicked the door and threw a few feet, this small fire must have been extinguished, but I can almost be sure that the toxic powder for nearly a thousand years will kill us before the fire is extinguished.

"Using urinating." I remembered a past my uncle had told me before, "Do you have urinating?"

"I'm relying on it. It's all powder. Who knows if I will burn my 'little brother'. Lao Tzu has sacrificed my lungs for the younger brother. I don't want to sacrifice that."

"It's okay, you poke a hole in the upper part of the window, look at the upper part with your eyes, aim at the lower part, at least some powder will get on, and it will be fine to peel off the skin.

"Then why don't you pee?"

"Laozi didn't drink so much water." I scolded. "Come on, your bladder will be useless without urine."

The fat man looked at me, looked at his trousers, and then looked at the fire inside. "Alas," he made a determination: "Then squat down!"

I squatted down, the fat man took off his pants, exposing his shorts, and forced me towards me, and stepped on my shoulder.Just listen to the fat man shouting, "Eat me on Dog Day ..."

I really didn't expect the fat man to be so heavy. When I came down, my collarbone made a clicking sound and seemed to be broken.

I couldn't bear his weight at all, and it fell over.Before the fat man's word "whip" was finished, it became "I lean", and the whole person rushed to the wooden door.

The whole door was thrown down by him, and he fell to the ground.

The flame was obviously extinguished in an instant. When I saw that something was wrong, I immediately yelled, "Hold your breath."

He said that the two men immediately wrapped their heads in their clothes, covered their noses and noses, and protected their faces.

I had a hunch that the dust must have fallen like snowflakes afterwards, but what I did not expect was that this time there was only some slight dust.

I waited for a while with the fat man, and it felt strange to puff the dust off my hair.

"Is anyone cleaning here?" The fat man said.

I shook my head: "Perhaps because the windows here are made of this black paper. You see, the layers we walked through before were all made of white window paper, and they were all rotten.

The black paper here is still intact and should have been specially treated."I fiddled with the dust under my feet and found that the dust was also very thin and gray.

I carefully touched it and found that these are real dusts, not dusts.

I took a sip-it was relatively safe here.I thought I would be completely ruined, but it seems that empiricism still doesn't work.

Thinking about it, I smelled a very uncomfortable smell, and then I found that my pants and the door we were overwhelmed with water.After smelling it, I sighed a long way: "Fat man, you didn't stop the car on your dog's day, did you?"

"I'm leaning. As soon as the gate of Laozi is released, the fucking fell down. Can you rely on it. If you can hold on again, Laozi will be able to pee."

The fat man lit a cigarette and patted his trousers. "Lao Tzu spent the last time to retract Lao Tzu's magical objects, otherwise he would fall down like this and get stuck in the door. I can rely on it, even a hard gun Obsolete. "

I said, "You'll put things back first." While standing up and shaking his trousers, he flashed a flashlight and read the words on the wooden sign on the wall around the coffin.

The wooden sign is quite decaying. Judging from the text on the first few lines, I found that this is the introduction of this person's life, and the text is all in ancient style.

I read it very quickly, and suddenly there was a trace of ecstasy in my heart.Although what I wrote above is not what I want to know, it is too valuable, from which it seems that some core secrets of the Zhang family can be inferred.

Moreover, this secret is no longer inferred from various information.The life written on the epitaph can basically be determined to be 100% true.