Daomu Biji

"What is fairy fruit? Is it the same type as pancake fruit?"

I thought of a comic book in which there were many fruits, and eating them would give you super powers. Thinking of this, I felt strangely funny.

I looked at the fat man, who said: I heard one of my sisters say that. This guy is a very awesome lady. Once she went to a boss's house to 'deliver takeout' and saw a box hanging in the boss's room. The boss wouldn't let her touch it, so she said it was a fairy fruit.

She didn't understand, so the prostitute asked her if she had seen "The Legend of Chu Liuxiang". The Wuhua monk in it had never touched the ground since he was born. He had always been on the bed, meditating on the Luanjia, just like Wugen Shui.

This person has extremely high Buddha nature and has not touched the worldly world since he was born. The same goes for some things. Since they were made, they have never fallen to the ground. They have been hung up and preserved. The box containing such treasures is called fairy fruit. I just heard about it, but I didn’t expect there were so many here. "

"Are you fucking reliable?" I asked, "I've also heard a story. In the past, eunuchs had a treasure room, and all the things cut off from their bodies would be put in a box and hung. It’s the same situation in the baby room. There are all kinds of boxes, and some of the great eunuchs’ babies have their own special rooms. I think this place is the baby room.”

"You mean, there are tens of thousands of sticks hanging from the ceiling on the third floor of the Zhangjia Ancient Building? Damn, the owner of this house has such an outrageous aesthetic. Absolutely impossible!" The fat man pulled out his submachine gun and said, "Look for one. Fatty, I'll show off my skills and give you a perfect one."

I saw him coughing and his face was almost turning green, so I said, "Stop fucking talking about it, just slap him down."

The fat man pointed at the one in the distance: "We have to do things with style. Look there, the youngest one." I didn't see clearly, so I saw him raise his hand and shoot. A box hanging from the ceiling in the distance fell with a sound and rolled a few times on the ground.

We cover our mouths and noses. Wait until the dust clears. The fat man picked it up. It was a wooden box, and the outside was quite rotten. The fat man pried it open with iron thorns and dumped the contents on the ground.

It was a dry hand with two unusually long fingers, but they were not the same as Menyou Ping's.

The fat man and I looked at each other and said nothing. The fat man stood up and immediately ejaculated a few more times.

I open the box. I found that they were all withered hands. Some of the hands were completely rotten and contained a few bones, but it could be seen that there were problems with the fingers of these hands.

Moreover, some of the boxes that were knocked down were new and some were old, and they looked very different in age.

"The Zhang family's* looks are very unique." The fat man teased me, "Are you good at this?"

“***.

"I cursed, looking above my head, "This is the Sentezuka. These hands obviously all have the characteristics of the Zhang family, and there are so many of them. The ages are different. Do you know that in those days, many Chinese people had to be buried back in China after they died overseas? How did they come back? "

I paused, looked at him and continued. "The body was too heavy and could not be preserved, so they only brought back part of it. I think these hands are probably those of those whose bodies had been damaged and could not be buried. So they cut off one hand and buried it here in this form. "

"Then why are there so many?"

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

Of course it's not a big war, but large tomb robber families have had their own weapons since ancient times. Not only tomb robbers, but chaebols in many places are armed. These people were very strong local armed forces during the war. "

So do you remember the body we pulled out of the lake? "The fat man asked, "Those don't have hands either. The hands were chopped off. "

"These hands have obvious characteristics of the Zhang family. The reason why the hands were chopped off, in addition to burial, must also be to hide the identity."

I said, "It seems that the bodies we fished out from the lake are also from the Zhang family."

"Is it the Zhang family?" Fatty muttered, "It's so chaotic. What is going on?"

These hands aroused my strong curiosity, and I couldn't wait to follow the footsteps of Menyoubo and continue to explore, and found the next set of stairs. We climbed up.

Going up to 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 stairs and found that all the compartment doors were closed, and the windows were covered with black paper, making it impossible to see inside.

The fat man took a few steps forward, looked for a push, and found that it was locked. He raised his foot and wanted to kick it, but he immediately remembered that the dust was coming and immediately retracted his foot.

We used our clothes as fans to blow the dust off the door, and then the fat man poked a hole in the black window paper with an iron thorn.

We peeked inside, and the room was completely dark. Even if we shined a flashlight into the hole, we couldn't get the full picture. The fat man took out the homemade flare he had found on the dead man before, lit it and threw it into the hole.

The thing set fire to the aluminum foil and lit up the entire room. I realized that this thing was actually a large fire dumpling, which had been improved by these tomb robbers. The working people were really ingenious.

We put our eyes on it again and found that the room was not big, only three square meters at most, and there was a large black wood coffin inside.

The walls were covered with wooden plaques written with words. I saw that they were all in small Chinese characters, and they seemed to be epitaphs.

The fire dimmed within a minute of burning. The fat man threw another one in, looked at it more carefully, and said, "It's not gone. This floor is the tomb. It should be all in this row."

I made an estimate: this floor is at least two thousand square meters, and this one is two to three square meters. That means there are about a thousand such rooms.

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

"Are there that many people in the Zhang family?" Fatty asked, "How big is this family?"

I said: "The chaebol families in ancient times were very large. Have you seen "A Dream of Red Mansions"?

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

The population of the Manchu royal family was also quite large. Historically, as long as a family can prosper for three generations, by the third generation, it will not be a problem to have tens of thousands of people in various places.

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

Those who can be assigned a small room here are probably very talented people in their families. The other seventh cousins, third cousins, etc. are all hanging downstairs. "

The fat man said: "Good guy, it's a good thing that my generation has become demented. Otherwise, China would not have been occupied by them."

"The third most common surname in China is Zhang. 'The fifth son of the Yellow Emperor, Qingyang, waved his hands and watched the arc star. He began to make bows and arrows, and became the bow Zhengzheng. He worshiped arc, so he became the Zhang family.' It is not surprising that the Zhang family is a prominent family." I said, "Did you smell anything strange?"

During our conversation, a strong smell of burnt ambiguity came over. The fat man smelled it and said, "It's okay, it's the smell of the flare just now."

It smells wrong to me. The smell is very strong and warm, not like the smell of cold smoke.

"No, no." Before I could finish my words, I saw some light shining in the cave in the room we just looked at.

When I got closer and took a look, I knew it was over. The incendiary bomb had just been thrown on the floor inside. The floor was made of wood. The temperature of the incendiary bomb was so high that it actually burned the floor.

"***You're in big trouble." I said. "Quick, quick, kettle."

"It's okay, isn't it just a small fire?" Fatty said. As he spoke, he opened the lid of the kettle, took a sip and sprayed it into the hole.

After a few sprays, it was of no use. All the water in the kettle was sprayed out, but the fire became more and more intense.

The entire ancient building is made of wood, and this is the middle floor. If it burns down, the entire ancient building will be destroyed. "Now I admit that I got into big trouble."

The fat man said, looking at the beam above. Originally, all he had to do was kick in the door and jump in a few times, and the small fire would be extinguished. But I'm almost certain that the poisonous powder that's been here for nearly a thousand years will kill us before the fire goes out.

"Use pee." I remembered an incident that my third uncle had told me before. "Did you pee?"

"Damn, it's full of powder. Who knows if it will burn my 'little brother'. I've already sacrificed my lungs for my little brother, and I don't want to sacrifice that again."

"It's okay. Just poke a hole in the window, use your eyes to see from above, and aim from below. At most, some powder will get on it, and the skin will peel off a bit, and you'll be fine."

"Then why don't you pee?"

"I didn't drink that much water." I scolded, "Hurry up, your bladder will be useless if you don't pee."

The fat man looked at me, at his trousers, and then at the fire inside. He said "Oh" and made up his mind: "Then squat down!"

I squatted down, and the fat man took off his pants, exposing his shorts, and then he came towards me and stepped on my shoulder. Just listen to the fat man shouting: "Eat me..."

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

I couldn't bear his weight at all, and I fell over instantly. Before the fat man finished saying the word "whip", it turned into "Holy shit" and he threw himself against the wooden door.

Shu Men was knocked down by him and fell to the ground.

The flames were obviously extinguished instantly. As soon as I saw something was wrong, I immediately shouted: "Hold your breath."

After saying that, the two people immediately wrapped their heads with clothes, covered their mouths and noses, and fiercely protected their faces.

I had a premonition that dust would fall down like snowflakes later, but what I didn't expect was that this time there was only some light dust.

Fatty and I waited for a while, dusted off the hair, and felt strange.

"Is there anyone cleaning here?" the fat man asked.

I shook my head: "Maybe it's because the windows here are made of black paper. You see, the floors we walked through before were all made of white window paper, and they were all rotten.

The black paper here is still intact, and it must 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 twisted it, and found that these were real dust, not dust.

I grow a mouthful - it's relatively safe here. I thought I would be completely ruined, but it seems that empiricism is not enough.

Just as I was thinking about it, I smelled a very uncomfortable smell, and then I found that my pants and the door we had knocked down were full of water. After smelling it, I sighed: "Fat man, you didn't stop the car, did you?"

"Holy shit, I fell down as soon as I opened the gate. Can you be more reliable? If you can just hold on a little longer, I'll finish peeing."

The fat man lit a cigarette and patted his crotch, "I will spend all my last time retracting my fetish. Otherwise, it will fall down like this and get stuck in the door. Damn it, no matter how hard the gun is, It’s useless.”

I said: "You should stuff the things back first." Then I stood up and shook my trouser legs, and turned on the flashlight to read the words on the wooden plaques on the walls around the coffin.

The wooden sign was quite decayed. Judging from the text on the first few lines, I found that this was an introduction to the person's life. The text was all in ancient style.

I read it very quickly, and suddenly felt a sense of ecstasy in my heart. Although what is written on it is not what I want to know, it is too valuable. It seems that some core secrets of the Zhang family can be inferred from it.

Moreover, the secret is no longer inferred from various information. The life written on the epitaph is basically 100% true. To be continued