Zhang Dafoye is the first of the three in the old nine gates and the largest of the nine gates. Legend has it that there was a big Buddha who did not know where it was stolen and was buried in the courtyard of the house, so it was called Zhang Dafoye.
His real name is Zhang Qishan, he robbed the tomb in the early stage, joined the army in the middle stage, and entered politics in the later stage. Master Zhang Dafo is one of the few in the Old Nine Schools who can do great things, and he has the world in mind.
Therefore, when listening to the conversation of the older generation, the legend of Zhang Dafoye always makes people feel emotional.
Before, I had always suspected that Lord Zhang Dafo had a relationship with Zhang’s Ancient Building. Because when my second uncle talked to me, he said very obscure content.
Zhang Dafoye moved from the north to Changsha. It seemed that he was an expatriate group from the Zhang family, and was dispersed by the Japanese at that time.
If it is not the same name and surname, then this Zhang Qishan should be Zhang Dafoye.
Then this "Zhang Qiling" Zhang Ruitong is the grandfather of Zhang Dafoye. The first clan of the old nine gates is indeed the Zhang family.
"Speaking of which, what your second uncle said turned out to be true." Fatty said.
I said: "My second uncle is very smart. If he wants to hide something, he will tell you irrelevant but true information.
After you listen to it, you think you know it, and it's all true when you check it, but no one knows whether there is any hidden information behind it.
Therefore, what he can tell me must not be afraid of me to verify. "
The fat man sighed. I continued: "Master Zhang and his team are in charge of the whole thing. His team entered the funeral here, and it must not be accidental that they opened the door of this room.
It couldn't be so coincidental-I found Zhang Dafoye's tomb as soon as I searched it. Therefore, I believe that the person who opened this place must have been instructed by Master Zhang. "
Master Zhang Dafo might have some clues. He asked a group of people to find his grandfather's tomb, and then stole three of the burial objects.
But why did the black gold ancient knife end up in San Shu's hand
"If Zhang Qiling is a title, what is the real name of the little brother? Could it be a name like "Zhang Ergou"?" the fat man asked.
I said: "From the epitaph, as long as Zhang Qiling is selected, the person's name will be replaced by Zhang Qiling.
The younger brother is called Zhang Qiling, and he should have been selected too. This old black gold knife of Zhang Qiling finally arrived in the hands of the new Zhang Qiling. I always feel that things are a little weird. "
The fat man went to look at the epitaph again: "Wait, I had an idea just now. Look, this Zhang Qiling, how did he die?"
I calmed down and searched for this information in the teeny lower letters on the wall, and I quickly found it in his life.
Unlike the previous two, this Zhang Qiling died of illness. In the record of his life, he had an "worst-loss" attack during an upside-down fight.
"What is "loss of soul"?" the fat man asked me.
I took a breath: "It's memory loss."
At that moment, I had an illusion: Is this Zhang Qiling the same Zhang Qiling of ours
Because it also has the black gold ancient sword, it also has amnesia. Are they the same person
But there are bones in this coffin, and this "Zhang Qiling" is considered to be the grandfather of Zhang Dafoye, doesn't it have to be more than two hundred years old
If it's the same person, wouldn't our little brother become an old fairy
We explored in that room for a long time before we came out. I'm a little bit ungrateful, although I don't dare to make a rash assertion now.
However, my hunch that "you can get a lot of secrets when you find the ancient building of Zhangjia" seems to be fulfilled.
I was wondering whether to go ahead and find a few more rooms to see if I can get more information, or immediately look for an opening to the next floor. At this moment, I smelled a smell of smoke.
"The lungs are rotten and I still smoke so much." I shouted at the fat man. However, the fat man's face was pale and there was nothing on his mouth.
"It's not me, this is not the smell of cigarettes, this is the smell of wood burning." Fatty said. I glanced at him, and immediately remembered that we had burnt the floor before.
But then the fire was extinguished by us—could it be that it wasn’t completely extinguished. After we were gone, it reignited again
We rushed back immediately. After turning a few turns, I immediately saw the fire and smelled a strong smell of smoke.
It seems that the corridor behind the turn is already burning.
We walked around, and a wave of heat hit our faces, and we were all stunned.
One room we have explored before has all been on fire, and it has spread to more than a dozen rooms. Fire raged across the corridor.
"Mummy!" The fat man scratched his dantian, "I don't pee so much!"
We covered our nose and mouth and ran over, and found that the most violent burning was the window paper.
The fat man took off his clothes as a broom to extinguish the flames and put out the flames in the rooms closest to us. Then rushed to the core area that was already on fire.
I followed closely behind. We fought fiercely there, and we don't know how long it took to put out all the flames.
I was completely dumbfounded, and I didn't know if it was choked or hot. I looked dizzyly at a large coke-like area around me, very surprised, and said that the real name of the fire could be extinguished in this way.
The fire spread to several rooms, and the outer doors with window panes were all burned down.
The farther away from the center of the fire, the lower the degree of burnt. Several rooms near the fire point were completely burned, and even the epitaph was burnt into black charcoal.
The fat man coughed violently, bleeding from his nostrils. I went to help him, and he waved his hand and said it was okay. "It's much better, it's a good thing. The blood is coughed up, and the breathing is more comfortable."
Our faces were all black, our hair was all burnt and curled up, and there were a lot of tingling pains on our bodies—we must be burned.
Looking around, I was speechless and choked, and whatever bad luck my heart said was on us.
The fat man spit on the blood and spit on the side, sat down on the wood that was still very hot, a little collapsed, and said to me: "Grandpa Mao said, a single spark can start a prairie fire. That's right.
Naive, I can't walk anymore. Take a break, you have to watch it again and wipe out all Mars. "
I nodded: "Be careful of your ass, don't sing up too." Then I went to step on those sparks.
"Speaking of buttocks, we squatted down on the flames. It was all suppressed at the time. How could it be burned so quickly?" The fat man said, "There is no wind in this building."
I said: "At that time, we were pressing on the door. There was window paper on the door. It is possible that sparks slowly ignited the window paper first."
"You said, Xing Lei doesn't put a few fire extinguishers here! This large wooden structure is most afraid of fire." The fat man said.
"No one lives, and no lightning strikes here." I said, "It's so humid here, and the probability of fire is too small.
If your internal organs are injured, don't say so much. If you can say a few words less, take a good rest. "
"If I don't want to be fat man, I might as well kill him." Fatty said.
"Life is impermanent, one sentence is short. I have said too much, and you will remember the fat man in the future. My demeanor will be a little bit more-no, naive, do you smell any strange smell."
My nose was fascinated by soot, and I couldn't smell anything, so I said, "What smell?"
"I really think it's the taste of barbecued pork."
"Barbecued pork? Get up quickly!" I said, "Is it because your ass is cooked, are you sitting on the coals?"
"Fart! The oiliness of your fat man and my ass will definitely not affect the taste of char siu, at least it should be the taste of Peking duck! The taste comes from there."
The fat man pointed to the coffin in the tomb. The coffin had been burnt to the point of collapse, and the lid of the coffin was completely burned out. I knew that, so I didn't want to go back just now.
"Is the corpse burnt? But as we all saw just now, the corpse is a pile of bones. It is impossible to burn out the smell of burning protein, let alone the smell of barbecued pork."
The floor was also badly burned. I stepped cautiously over and shone into the coffin with a flashlight.
In an instant, there was a spirit, and I actually saw a strange scorched corpse lying in the coffin. Moreover, the coffin is full of charcoal pieces.
This is not the bone we saw in the coffin just now. Where did this corpse come from
At the same time, I also discovered that this is not an ancient corpse, but a modern human corpse. From the equipment point of view, this should be a member of the younger brother's team. But the face has been completely scorched.
The fat man followed swayingly, and after looking at it for a moment, he pointed the flashlight to the top of his head: "It fell from the top and hit the coffin."
When I looked up, I saw a crack right above the coffin, and the upper floor of the ancient building was going up.
"The fire burned the ceiling through, and the body fell and fell into the coffin?" I said to myself.
The fat man said: "Then he was burned to death?"
"It was not burned," I said, "We didn't hear any screams.
You see there is no soot in this man's nose. Before he fell, it was already a corpse.
He should be lying upstairs-right above the coffin. The fire burned through the ceiling. He fell from above and into the coffin. "
"There is such a coincidence?"
"It's not necessarily a coincidence."
When I said that, I asked the fat man to give me a hand, and the fat man shook his head and said: "No way, Fatty, I am old, this time you will be underneath."
I looked at the fat man's situation. The heart is right. So the fat man stomped on my shoulders and stretched his head just enough to penetrate into the crack, so he raised his flashlight and looked inside.
The fat man was extremely heavy. The weight of his whole body was useless. As soon as I pressed my body, I felt a breath in my stomach was about to be squeezed out, and I quickly tightened my muscles to withstand my neck.
I can't see what the fat guy is doing on it, I only heard him yell: "Damn!"
I gritted my teeth and asked what was there. He said: "I found them, the old woman and the little brother are here, but."
"But what?"
The fat man sighed: "Don't come up first, you may not be able to accept it if you come up. The situation is not good, let me see first."