Daomu Biji

The old man’s plan for us was to take a tourist route, from Changsha to Shanhaiguan, and then transfer to Dunhua. The whole journey took about two days and covered nearly 3,000 kilometers. During this time, we had nothing to do but pass the time with a cell phone and a few magazines.

I brought the fish-eyed check to the fat man. He was still very happy to see me. Seeing that he was in a good mood, I asked him secretly, why did he come here?

The fat man told me that on this road, there are some things that must be done together. For example, there are some big fights in deep mountains and old forests that you can never handle alone. Firstly, there are too many necessary equipments for you to carry alone, and secondly, there are too many good things for you to carry out alone. The environment of this kind of ancient tomb is generally extremely dangerous. If you are lucky enough to fight back and forth alive, it is not bad. If you have to risk it two or three times to enter, I am afraid no one is willing to do it. Therefore, when this happens, someone will come out to take the lead. , it was called "Zhu Dou" in ancient times, and in the jargon of the Republic of China, it was called "Jia Lama".

This thing is like the current contractor who has a project in hand and hires plumbers to do it. The archaeological team in the early days of liberation also used similar tactics to find talented people.

This time, it was the bald person who "clamped the Lama". The bald man had a wide network of contacts, and he knew the fat man's friend from Beijing, who was a local, and the fat man had many connections through his friend. After going back and forth, the fat man got into the car. As for the specific situation, as a general rule, the person who does not "pick up the lama" at the destination will not disclose it. Otherwise, if others know in advance, it may cause internal strife. So I asked the fat man about my third uncle. The fat man shook his head and said, "Grandma, you're a bear. You're still asking me, fat man. I want to know that this matter has something to do with your bullshit third uncle. No matter how much money I have, I won't do it." Don’t come and do it.”

I sighed inwardly, thinking that Menyou Ping must also be contacted by Baldhead, and I probably couldn't find out anything. The people who know the most about the situation here, apart from Pan Zi and I, are Chen Pi Asi.

Menyoupin was as boring as ever. He didn't say hello to me and just dozed there all the time. I wanted to pretend to be attentive and reminisce about old times with him, but I said a few words and found that he was not listening at all. The fat man asked me to stop trying, saying that he had been sleeping since he got in the car.

After the car drove away, Fatty and Pan Zi and I hoeed the dungeon together and beat it away to kill time. I was thinking about this tangerine peel Ah Si while I was tying it. The old man hadn't spoken since he got in the car. When Pan Zi tried to get close to him, he just said favor. As soon as the car started to drive, he walked out on his own and hasn't come back yet. The fat man also asked me in a low voice: "Who is this thin old man? He seems to be worth 25,800,000 yuan."

Pan Zi softly told the fat man about Chen Pi Asi. When the fat man heard that he was over ninety years old, his face turned green and said, "Don't tell me that this old guy has to go up the mountain with us. If that's true, When I get to a place where no one is around, I will kill him first, and no one can stop me. He will die anyway if he goes in."

Pan Zi quickly suppressed his mouth and said softly: "Stop saying a few damn words, the old guy is very smart, and he will hurt you before he even gets there.

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I recalled Chen Pi Asi. In the teahouse, he gave me the impression of an enigmatic master of Chinese studies. There were a group of people surrounding him. With such a person’s power and attainments, coupled with such an old age, how could he do this? Someone come to "catch the lama"? Aren't you afraid of harming us?

When I mentioned it to Pan Zi, Pan Zi smiled and said: "You don't understand this. We are all lamas recruited by the third master now. Whether we are young novices or abbots, we are all under the control of the third master. This is the rule of the world. If he wants to get a share of the pie, he has to follow the rules. No matter how powerful he is, he can't do anything about it." He thought for a while and then said: "But damn, we have to be careful about this old man. On the surface, he is alone, but in fact he is Such a person must have people around him."

The fat man heard the curse and said: "I don't understand, what is your third master doing with such a person? Isn't this deliberately causing trouble? If this person is really so evil, I think we have to strike first or tie him up. Or did it.”

Pan Zi looked at the door and said: "I'm warning you not to mess around. The third master must have a purpose in bringing this person up. Let's just buy his face. Anyway, he is so old and he is not as powerful as he was when he was young. Use it, when the time comes, you must really... oh!"

Before he could finish speaking, Menyou Ping's hand suddenly dropped from the upper bunk. He pinched Pan Zi's shoulders with such force that he almost screamed.

Pan Zi made his teeth grimace and didn't say the second half of the sentence. We were all stunned for a moment. Pan Zi didn't like the stuffy oil bottle. Just when he was about to speak, the door creaked and Chen Pi Asi walked in.

We looked at each other, lowered our heads and continued playing cards, just like when we were studying and cheating on an exam and the teacher noticed.

The old man looked at us but didn't say anything. He went back to his bed and didn't know whether he fell asleep or not.

Since he was here, we didn't dare to discuss things, so we had to concentrate on playing cards. In this way, time passed little by little, and at nearly midnight the next night, our car stopped at Shanhaiguan.

Shanhaiguan is the first pass in the world, but it is a man-made attraction. Most of it was rebuilt in 1986. The next bus we were going to transfer to would only arrive in two hours. The fat man asked if he wanted to go and have a look. I said it was already early in the morning and there was no moon. It was a good time to watch the birds. So a few of us followed a large number of people from all over the country who were also transferring trains and walked towards the station waiting room.

It is now the eve of the Spring Festival travel rush, and there are already a lot of people. The smell inside the station is unpleasant, and there are all kinds of people staying overnight. Some even roll up their bunks and sleep on the ground. We carefully follow the flow of people in, for fear of stepping on others.

There were a lot of people, and they were walking in a chaotic manner. Within a short time, a few of us were able to get away. Men You Ping and Chen Pi Asi rushed to a place far away from us. Fatty stepped on the feet of several people and cursed. I wanted to tell them not to get separated. I raised my hand to let them see my position, Pan Zi. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to squat down.

I felt strange, so I heard him say: "It's a police tone! Hold it in."

As soon as I heard the momentum, I quickly followed the momentum and sat on the ground to one side. There were people on both sides. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw several uniformed policemen and several assisting police officers checking their ID cards at the gate.

I lowered my head and said softly to Pan Zi in Hangzhou dialect: "Is it okay? They often do it in Hangzhou. It's just to check the ID card. We don't have any equipment on us and we are not wanted. What are we afraid of?"

Pan Zi pointed to a few inconspicuous men in the crowd with his chin, and said: "The doorman is the gatekeeper. The plainclothes are in the crowd, looking for someone. Lower your head, don't let anyone recognize you."

I raised my head and took a quick look. There seemed to be a familiar person between those people, and that person was looking straight in our direction. I wanted to take a closer look, but the man had already stood up violently, pointed at me and shouted: "There!"

I saw that the man still had handcuffs on his hands, and my heart skipped a beat. Then I looked at the man carefully. Damn, isn't that Chu Baldhead? Why haven't we seen each other for two days? They've already been copied in!

"Mom, fuck me!" Pan Zi yelled. He picked me up and ran away. A group of plainclothes men rushed over from behind and shouted: "Stop!"

We rolled and climbed over several rows of seats and pushed through the crowd. As Pan Zi passed by, everyone got out of the way. But as soon as I passed by, those people gathered around me, and I yelled in my heart, what is this? Do I look so easy to bully?

As the police in front of me blocked me, and the police in the back arrived, there was a sudden bang, and a fluorescent lamp overhead in the waiting room shattered, and everyone was shocked. Immediately afterwards, another one clicked, and I took the opportunity to duck between the two people, squeezing through the crowd, trying to squeeze in to the door.

Suddenly, a person grabbed me and pulled me aside. When I saw it, it was Pan Zi. He shook his head, meaning, let's get out from the railroad tracks.

The fluorescent lamp above the head was continuously broken, and the waiting hall was getting darker and darker. The broken glass fell straight down, and suddenly there was a lot of noise, children's cries, and screams. Many people went to the entrance. It was crowded everywhere, so we squeezed out again along with the flow of people.

I saw the fat man gesturing to us from a distance and leaned towards him. Just when I was about to ask about the oil bottle, the guy suddenly appeared like a ghost. The fat man asked Pan Zi: "Your Lama-clipping chopsticks were broken by Lei Zi. What should you do now?"

Pan Zi cursed: "That bitch, he managed to shake us out so easily. He is so damn unreliable now. If I have a chance, I'll knock him to death!"

The fat man said: "Why are you so excited now? What do you have to say?"

Pan Zi scratched his head. He didn't know what to do. He came to look at me again. I was about to scold him when Menyouping patted our shoulders and said, "Follow the old man."

We followed his gaze and saw that Chen Pi's Asi was looking at us not far away, and there were a few middle-aged people standing next to him who appeared out of nowhere.

Menyouping walked straight towards him. We had no way to discuss it at this time, so we had to bite the bullet and walk over to him. When Chen Pi Ah Si saw us coming, he signaled to a few people next to him. The child dispersed in the crowd, and he himself turned around and walked towards the crowd.

Under the cover of the crowd, we finally escaped from Shanhaiguan Railway Station in the dark and came to a park. We stopped and looked at each other. Everyone looked bad. This was really a bad start. We originally thought that according to Bald Head's plan, we could reach our destination without using our brains. Unexpectedly, Bald Head was actually caught within two days and even brought Lei Zi to catch us. With such loyalty and a thirty-year-old relationship, it seems that the third uncle's vision is not very good.

We squatted in the grass and rested for a while. Chen Pi Asi looked at us and suddenly sneered and said in a hoarse voice: "You guys still want to dig up the Eastern Xia Emperor's Kowloon coffin. Is Wu Sansheng old and confused?"