"What is fairy fruit? Is it the same type as pancake fruit?"
I thought of a manga with a lot of fruits in it, and when I eat it, I have super powers. Thinking of this, I feel strangely funny in my heart.
I looked at the fat man, and the fat man said: I heard my sisters say. This guy is an extremely awesome young lady. Once she went to a boss's house to "deliver food" and saw a box hanging in the boss's room. The boss refused to touch it, so she 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 has not fallen to the ground since he was born. Same.
This person has a very high Buddha nature, and he will not be touched by the red dust from the beginning of his birth. Some things are the same. From the time they are made, they have never fallen to the ground. They are all hung up and preserved. The boxes that hold this kind of treasure are called fairy fruits. I just heard about it, but I didn't expect there to be so many here. "
"Is *** speaking reliable? I said, "I have also heard a story. In the past, eunuchs had a baby room, and everything cut from them would be put in a box and hung in the baby room. This is also the case. There are various boxes, some of which are big eunuchs. Baby has his own special room. I think this place is the baby room. "
"You mean, there are tens of thousands of chickens (river crabs?) hanging from the ceiling of the third floor of the Zhangjia Ancient Building? My damn, the aesthetics of this host is really irritating. Absolutely impossible!" said the fat man pulled out. The submachine gun said, "You find one, Fatty, I will show you the craftsmanship, and I will give you a hundred steps to wear Yang."
I saw him coughing and his face was almost blue, so I said, "Don't be the fuck, just hit it off."
The fat man pointed to a distant one: "Let's do things well, look there, the smallest one." I didn't see it clearly, but I saw him raise his hand with a shot, and a box hanging on the ceiling in the distance responded. Falling, falling to the ground and rolling a few times.
We covered our mouths and noses and waited until the dust cleared. The fat man picked it up. It was a wooden box, and the outside was quite decayed. The fat man pried open with an iron thorn and dumped the contents on the ground.
It was a dry hand with two strangely long fingers, but it was not the same as the stuffed oil bottle.
The fat man and I looked at each other without talking. The fat man stood up and shot a few more immediately.
I opened the box and found that there were all dry hands inside. Some of the hands were completely decayed, and there were a few bones, but I could see that the fingers of these hands had problems.
Moreover, some of the knocked-out boxes are new and some are old, depending on the age difference.
"The members of the Zhang family are very distinctive." The fat man teased me, "You have a good bite, don't you?"
"***." I cursed, looking at the top of my head, "this is a thousand Tezuka. These hands obviously have the characteristics of the Zhang family, and there are so many, and they are of different ages. You know that many Chinese were overseas in those days. How did you get back when you were buried back in the country after death?"
I paused, looked at him and continued, "The body is too heavy to be preserved, so they only brought back part of it. I think these hands are probably those people whose bodies have been damaged and cannot be buried. So I cut one off. Come and be buried here in this form."
"How come there are so many?"
"War." I said, "So many people must be because of a large number of coalitions, or wars.
Of course it is not a war, but since ancient times, large tomb robbers have their own armed forces. Not only tomb robbers, but also chaebols in many places are armed. These people are strong local armed forces during the war. "
"Then do you remember the corpses we fished out of the lake?" the fat man asked, "they don't have hands either, they have all been chopped off."
"These hands all have obvious characteristics of the Zhang family. The reason for cutting off the hands is that besides being buried, there must be a reason to hide their identity."
I said, "It seems that the corpse we fished out of the lake is also the Zhang family."
"Is it Zhang's family?" The fat man murmured a little bit, "It's too messy, what is going on?"
These hands aroused my strong curiosity. I couldn't wait to follow the footprints of the stuffed oil bottle and continue to explore, and found the next flight of stairs. We climbed up.
Going 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 stairs and found that all the compartments were closed, and the windows were pasted with black paper, so we couldn't see the inside at all.
The fat man walked a few steps forward, found a push, and found that it was locked. He wanted to kick his foot when he raised it, but immediately remembered that the dust was coming, and immediately retracted his foot.
We used clothes as fans, fanned the dust off the door, and then the fat man pierced a hole in the black window paper with an iron thorn.
We peeped inside, the room was pitch black, and the flashlight shone into the hole, but the whole picture was not clear. The fat man took out the homemade flares he found from the dead before, clicked it and threw it in the hole.
The thing burned aluminum foil, lighting up the whole room at once. I realized that this thing is actually a large-sized fire-folder, which has been improved by this group of tomb robbers, and the working people are really clever in their minds.
When we put our eyes on it again, we found that the room was not big, at most three square meters, and inside it was a big black wooden coffin.
The walls were covered with wooden signs full of words. I looked at the Chinese characters in lower case, which seemed to be like epitaphs.
The fire went dark within a minute, and the fat man threw another one in, took a closer look, and said, "I haven't run away, this floor is the tomb, and this slip should be all there."
I estimated: this floor is at least two square meters, this one is two to three square meters, that is to say, there are about 1,000 such rooms.
There are about a thousand coffins and a thousand dead people here.
"Is there so many people in the Zhang family?" Fatty said, "How old is this family."
I said: "The ancient chaebol family was very large. Have you ever watched "A Dream of Red Mansions"
Do you know how many people are in a Grand View Garden? As far as Cao Xueqin has written, there are four hundred and fifty. The Genghis Khan family is estimated to have tens of thousands of people now. You and I may have the genes of the "Golden Family" at that time.
The population of the Manchu imperial family is also quite large. In history, as long as a family can prosper for three generations, by the third generation, there are tens of thousands of people everywhere.
This family has a special identity, and its rise and fall will not be affected by the change of history. I am afraid that the family will be even bigger.
Those who can be divided into a small room here are probably very awesome people in their own family. The other seven cousins and three cousins are all hanging downstairs. "
The fat man said, "Good guy, it's because the younger brother's generation is demented, otherwise China can't be occupied by them."
"The third most important surname in China is Zhang." The fifth son of the Yellow Emperor, Qing Yang, was born and wielded, watching the arc star, and began to make the bow arrow. The bow was the main surname, and then he became the Zhang family.'
It is not surprising that the Zhang family is a prominent family. "I said, "Did you smell any strange smell?" "
During our discussion, a strong ambiguity came over, and the fat man sniffed: "It's okay, it's the scent of the flares just now."
I smelled something wrong, it smells very strong, and it has temperature, it doesn't smell like cold smoke.
"No, right?" Before I finished speaking, I saw something light in the cave in the room we saw just now.
I leaned over and took a look, and 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 so high that the floor was actually burnt.
"***You are in a big disaster." I said, "Hurry up, kettle."
"It's okay, isn't it just a small fire?" The fat man said, opening the lid of the kettle and spraying into the hole after taking a sip.
A few squirts were no use at all, the water in the kettle was sprayed out, but the fire became more and more prosperous.
The entire ancient building is made of wood, and this is the middle floor. If it burns, the entire ancient building will be ruined. "Now I admit that I was in a big disaster."
The fat man said, looking at the beam above. Originally, as long as we kicked the door and flew a few feet, the small fire would definitely be extinguished, but I am almost certain that the poisonous powder that lasted for nearly a thousand years would kill us before the fire extinguished.
"Using pee." In my mind, I remembered an event that my third uncle had told me before, "Do you have to pee?"
"Damn, it's all powder on it, who knows if it will burn my'little brother'. I have sacrificed my lungs for my little brother, and I don't want to sacrifice that."
"It's okay. You can poke a hole in the top of the window, look at it with your eyes, and aim at the bottom. At most some powder will get on it. If you peel it off, it will be fine."
"Then why don't you pee?"
"I didn't drink so much water." I cursed, "Hurry up, no matter how big your bladder is, it will be useless if you don't pee."
The fat man looked at me, his trousers, and the fire inside. He made up his mind with a "Oh", "Then you squat down!"
I squatted down, the fat guy took off his pants, exposing his shorts, then forced me 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. When I got down, my collarbone made a click, which seemed to be broken.
I couldn't bear his weight at all, and I fell over at once. The fat man's "whip" hadn't finished speaking, it became "I rely on", and he threw himself on the wooden door.
Shumen was thrown down by him, and fell to the ground.
The flame was apparently extinguished in an instant. When I saw something was wrong, I immediately yelled, "Hold your breath."
After speaking, the two immediately covered their heads with clothes, covered their mouths and noses, and protected their faces stubbornly.
I had a foreboding that the dust must be falling down like snowflakes, but what I didn't expect was that this time there was only some slight dust.
The fat man and I waited for a while, flopping off the dust from our hair, and we were surprised.
"Is anyone cleaning up here?" said the fat man.
I shook my head: "Maybe it's because the windows here are made of 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, I think it should have been specially processed. "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 dust, not dust.
I took a bite-it's relatively safe here. I thought that I would be completely burnt out, but it seems that empiricism still doesn't work.
Just thinking about it, I smelled a very uncomfortable smell, and then I found that my pants and the door we overwhelmed were full of water. After smelling it, I sighed: "Fatty, you *** didn't stop the car, did you?"
"Damn, I just let go of the gate, *** fell down, can you be more reliable? If you can hold on, I will be able to urinate."
The fat man lit a cigarette and patted his trousers, "I spent all my last time to retract Lao Tzu's fetish, otherwise I would fall down like this and get stuck in the door, I rely on it, no matter how hard a gun is. Scrapped."
I said: "You can put things back first." I stood up and shook my trousers, and while flashing a flashlight, I looked at the words on the wooden signs on the walls around the coffin.
The wooden sign is quite decaying. Judging from the text on the first few lines, I found that this is an introduction to this person's life. The text is all ancient style.
I finished reading very quickly, and suddenly there was a hint of ecstasy in my heart. The things written on this are not what I want to know, but they are too valuable. It seems that some core secrets of the Zhang family can be inferred from them.
Moreover, this secret is no longer inferred from various information. The life written on the epitaph is basically 100% true.