Lin Yan's eyes were sour, and he forced himself to put Xiao Yu's matter aside, and be responsible for everyone's safety first, and took the doll from Yin Zhou to look at it repeatedly.
It is indeed not the latest thing. The red rag on the puppet's body has faded badly, and the small white flowers are stained with black stains. Lin Yan pulled a piece of cotton wool and twisted it in the palm of his hand. It is not the absorbent cotton commonly used in modern times, but old cotton. It looks like it was taken out of an old jacket. After being damp, it feels hard and feels a bit harsh.
Lin Yan wanted to investigate further, but was stopped by Yin Zhou, who said that there might be a poisonous needle hidden in it, and he would be hit by the Dafa of Fascination after one prick. Lin Yan ignored him and said thoughtfully: "Just now, Xiao and I Yu Du is outside, and you are sleeping again, if she wants to harm someone, wouldn't it be easy for her?"
"In the past, she appeared either to ask me to have a car accident or to force me to jump off a building, but recently she was very strange. Last time she hung from the beam in the middle of the night, holding the doll in her hand, and left after a while. This thing was sent to the tent, and based on her previous behavior, she doesn't look like a child's prank, so what does she want to do?"
Seeing that Lin Yan was serious, Yin Zhou put away his joking face, snapped his fingers while thinking, his knuckles clicked, and hesitated for a while, "...does she want to tell us something?"
Lin Yan was shocked, it wasn't impossible, he had suspected it when he was at home, but he was interrupted by the matter of looking for Xiao Yu that time, and he didn't have time to think about it, recalling it now, her empty and eager eyes, slowly Shaking the doll in your hand is a demonstration? Warning about danger? still…
The doll has long hands and long feet, and is wearing red clothes of similar fabric. A large ball of cotton wool has been torn out from where the head should be, like congealed brains, which is strange and inexplicable.
Lin Yan sighed: "I don't know. It is said that you lower your head to raise a little ghost. The ghost completely obeys the master's orders. If you send a doll from a long distance, the temple master can't ask us to guess riddles when he is free."
"It's hard to say, the masterminds of crimes with high IQ like to deliberately leave evidence to show off their awesomeness, maybe the old man really did it on purpose..." Yin Zhou was halfway through speaking, and suddenly caught a glimpse of A Yan's expression, so he had to stop talking.
Ayan once said that this is a typical method of raising ghosts in the lowering of the head. Compared with the Maoshan Taoism of exorcising evil spirits and suppressing ghosts, the lowering of the head is extremely evil and regardless of the cost. Killing one thousand enemies will damage eight hundred. Take raising a little ghost as an example , Choose the corpses of children who died violently or unjustly within seven days, roast their chins with candles to refine the corpse oil, drop it on the wood to gather the soul, and it will take forty-nine days to become a fierce evil. The little ghosts who are raised only obey their masters, and they can take their lives and take revenge for their masters, and bless them to get rich overnight and their homes to prosper. However, the little ghost’s Yuanyang was not vented before his death, and he became a ghost with a lot of resentment when he was not reincarnated. Often, the owner who was killed in the end was impoverished overnight, and even his family was destroyed.
The price is so huge, but there are still people who continue to follow suit, especially gamblers, scammers, and people in the entertainment industry.
That is to say, the temple owner is already in danger of backlash against a little ghost, and now with Er Xiangu's ghost, why is he arranging all this at all costs? For money and revenge, do you need an opponent to improve your skills? Then how did he know about Xiao Yu's entanglement with him, so that he was sure that he would be able to bring Xiao Yu out of the ancient tomb without seeing him at all? Or was it just a coincidence, even he himself didn't expect that an ordinary student with a pure yin fate had already known that ghost in his previous life
Lin Yan put his fingers on his temples and thought. Ever since Ayan found out from the photo taken by Shen Jiayuan that someone had cast a curse on him, the whole thing became more complicated. The clues were messed up. The threads can all be sorted out, but there is only a little difference...
The sudden appearance of the little girl disturbed everyone's sleepiness. Lin Yan was afraid that he would not be able to bear the thought of Xiao Yu's words when he fell asleep, so he asked everyone to form a circle on the floor to sort out the clues. draw.
"The temple owner arranged for an internship—to bring Xiao Yu out—to kill ghosts.
Controlling the ghost of the girl and grandma with the lowered head—keep looking for opportunities to separate me and Xiao Yu—kill me, kill the ghost. "
"The temple owner came to Shanxi, appeared in Liumu Town, then disappeared, and saw a female ghost near Duan Ze's tomb."
Yin Zhou grabbed the white paper with the clues written on it, looked at it for a while, and said loudly: "Anyway, the temple master insisted on killing Xiao Yu, and you are probably the one being used. It is said that the ghost stayed in the tomb I haven’t recruited or provoked anyone for hundreds of years, and the only time I have contact with Yangjian is the archeology twenty years ago.” Yin Zhou took a bite of the sausage, “Hey Linzi, do you think the owner of the temple was the archaeological team twenty years ago? The people here, scared to death by Xiao Yu, have been brooding about looking for a chance to take revenge?"
"Then he is really willing to spend all his money." Lin Yan smiled bitterly, pouted at Ayan, "There is another question, we saw mandrills just now, and that thing only appears near the cemetery where the descent technique has been performed, right?"
From the beginning when everyone discussed the temple owner, Ayan was very embarrassed. She wanted to defend Master but was afraid of causing public anger. She sat cross-legged on the side with a pale face. There are ancient battlefields where witchcraft is prevalent, in Xiangxi and Miaojiang, where witchcraft is prevalent, but here... the only possibility is the ancient tomb."
Lin Yan drew an arrow next to the word "Duan Ze Tomb" on the white paper, wrote the word "Jiantou", then raised his head and asked Ayan, "When did you know that your master can descend?"
Ayan didn't expect Lin Yan to ask this, and raised her head to recall for a while: "Very, very early... In fact, Taoism and Jiangtou are of the same lineage, and many Taoist inheritors know a little bit, but Jiangshu rarely appears in the Central Plains. Harmful, the seven or eighty-eight that have been lost over the years, I have only heard about it from Master, but I have never seen it with my own eyes."
"Five hundred years ago in the Central Plains, was it common to use descending techniques as a way to prevent theft of tombs?"
"...That's even less. The head-down originated in Nanyang. Most northerners don't know it at all, and they are punished for their sins. Basically, no one uses it."
Yin Zhou's expression changed, Lin Yan glanced at him, and said softly, "You noticed."
"Maybe we thought the story was too simple, thinking that the temple owner had a grudge against Xiao Yu and used me to kill him, but now that little female ghost suddenly appeared, the descending technique to control the female ghost and the anti-theft technique of Duan Ze's tomb are both rare It's similar again, is there any connection between the temple owner and me, or Duan Ze?" Lin Yan said, using a pen to draw the word "Jiantou" with "manipulating the little girl and Er Xiangu" and "Duan Ze's tomb" with a line. "Connected together to form a circle connected end to end.
"Jiantou (female ghost and grandma)—Arrange an internship, bring out Xiao Yu, separate me from Xiao Yu—kill me, kill ghosts—Duan Ze Tomb—Jump the head."
As if a gloomy wind was blowing, everyone thought of the meaning implied by this speculation, and couldn't help trembling. Xiao Yu lightly hugged Lin Yan's shoulders, Lin Yan didn't hide, raised his head and said slowly: "If The temple owner is really related to Duan Ze's tomb, and arranged for me to pick him up from Xiao Yu's tomb, I guess the temple owner knew that I knew Xiao Yu in the previous life."
"Although I can't guess what kind of deep hatred he and I have, but I think if he still wants to kill people, entering the tomb tomorrow may be his last and best chance. If the mechanism in the tomb is weird, he doesn't even need to do it himself. "
Yin Zhou sucked in a breath of cool air through his teeth, and glanced around. The night sky was covered with tiny curly clouds at some point, and the moon was fluffy, forming a soft line: "Maybe he is now Nearby."
What is real horror? The person on the beam, the skeleton in the closet, a bleeding face in the toilet mirror in the middle of the night, the female corpse slowly sitting up from the coffin in the mourning hall... The real horror is a pair of eyes, no one knows where or why, like a pair of eyes The ubiquitous ghost, a malicious spider, is silently spying in the corner, watching every move of it, but no one knows its existence.
The meaning of horror comes from "unknown". When people know that their life trajectory is being monitored all the time, and even secretly guided, they can't help being horrified. On a railway track leading in all directions, a man with a wrench stands on the side of the road, secretly turning the direction at the bifurcation point, and the train will drive in the direction predetermined by "it" without knowing it, and may drive to hell in the next second .
Black and white impermanence can always find the dying person at the first time, take a look around you, maybe they are waiting in the cabinet, silently counting the moment when your death is approaching.
When walking towards the camp, Yin Zhou dawdled behind Lin Yan, grabbed him and whispered, "Lin Zi, we heard what you and that ghost said, I don't think you understood what he meant..."
Lin Yan froze for a moment, and said coldly, "I know it well."
Yin Zhou stopped talking.
Everyone didn't sleep well that night. Someone in the tent kept turning over. Yin Zhou kept telling jokes to ease the tension. It was windy outside, and the nylon cloth was blowing loudly. Da Chuan and Xiao Chuan were still taking turns On duty, Lin Yan was sleeping on the far left side of the tent, Xiao Yu was beside him. Whether intentionally or not, he pinched one of Lin Yan's fingers and rubbed them lightly with his fingertips.
Lin Yan pulled his hand back, Xiao Yu clasped his wrist, and whispered in his ear: "If I can't hold on at that time... I'll send you back."
The false sleep was seen through, and Lin Yan opened his eyes in the dark, staring at a section of the window rope of the tent: "What's the use of going back after being caught by the thief, jumping off a building and having a car accident, she has plenty of ways."
"I'll be watching you downstairs." Xiao Yu said, "The soonest your soul will be gone will be next year's Dragon Boat Festival. I can always keep you safe this year."
"You're not reincarnated? Don't want your Yihan?"
Xiao Yu was silent for a while: "... There is nothing to miss in this world, reincarnation or not, let it go."
"I don't know why I always want to see Yihan, the more I walk forward, the more I feel like he is waiting for me." Xiao Yu said lightly, "If you really don't see him, it's fine, and I'm sorry to ask you to take risks."
"Yes, he waited for you until he was full of beautiful wives and beautiful concubines. Mr. Xiao is really the most infatuated person in ancient and modern times. For such a person, he can say that he has nothing to love in his life." Lin Yan sneered, "Self-cultivation, family management, national peace In the world, Mr. Xiao has great ambitions, and we are ashamed of ourselves."
The person behind was stunned for a moment, and let go of his hand: "Do you have to be so mean?"
Lin Yan couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to lift the quilt and want to have a fit, but Xiao Yu held him down: "I probably lost all conscience in my lifetime, and ended up in this situation. I have been a ghost for hundreds of years, and I was scolded as treacherous every day by those who waited for me. Lin Yan, If one day you really find someone you love, a person who 'you care about him, not only because he loves you', don't believe in Sansei III, don't miss him."
"If you are ruthless, I will quit?" Xiao Yu smiled faintly: "Xiao Yu is incompetent, he can't be so decisive and free and easy like you, but as long as there is still a trace of soul, I will definitely protect you and die safely with the one you love."
The fingernails pinched the palm of his hand fiercely, causing pain. Lin Yan stared at a piece of window rope on the tent, the end was stained a little, like an earthworm, kicking and kicking in the mud, making a mess.
Nothing to say all night.
There was a moon halo at night, and the next day was a windy day. The whole hills echoed with sharp wind whistles, and the forest sea was like rolling green waves.
It was dark, and it was very bright at this time, and the people hurriedly began to observe the surrounding mountains. Compared with the North Mountain and the East Mountain, the terrain of the West Mountain was steeper, and the foothills faced the east and slightly tilted to the south. In summer, the southerly wind blows. The sun shines on the hillside during the daytime. Compared with the greenness of the North China Plain, the landform here has begun to show the characteristics of loess. The dwarf pine forest and wormwood grassland are exposed to the loess land. When the south wind passes, the sand is rolled up, making it a bit desolate.
Most of the tombs are built with soft soil. According to the information found, although the Ming tomb adopts a multi-chamber structure, the total area and scale are not large. Several people planned to dig a hole to get in, but they didn't dare to act rashly after knowing that the tomb had been laid down. Each of them took a Luoyang shovel and went separately to search for "Shinto" and "Guiding Stones".
It turns out that in the era when funerals were valued, many people had already repaired their tombs at a young age, and only opened the tomb door when they were buried. In order to find the tomb and send the deceased to the tomb at this time, the craftsmen often did not leave the tomb at the main entrance. A "guiding stone" is left far away, indicating a life gate that will not trigger the mechanism. It takes time, manpower and material resources to enter the tomb from the main gate. The Shinto is blocked by many tomb gates. During Yan's first archaeological practice, they were blocked outside a white marble door that was locked from the inside, and it took two weeks for Qisi Guangyi to open the door to enter the underground palace.
It is difficult to get through the main entrance, but there are few crooked ways. This anti-theft method not only provides convenience for the owner, but also "prevents villains but not gentlemen", and is specially punished by tomb robbers who go through the back door and try to break into the coffin.
The wind was strong on the mountain, and the few people poured a mouthful of sand in a short while, and their eyes were red from the blowing.
"What exactly is the place to be dug?" Yin Zhou pulled out the Luoyang shovel from the ground, took the mud off the head of the shovel and put it in his hand. After studying for a long time, he couldn't bear it and said, "It's all mud. Same."
"Patience, be patient." Ayan looked at the dug out mud, took some and sniffed it with his nose, "It's still dead soil, if you don't reach the place, move it one meter south."
"Is this soil still alive?" Yin Zhou shook his head, put the Luoyang shovel on his shoulders and walked south. The head of the shovel was connected to a steel pipe. It was three meters long. , Just like Wukong reincarnated, "I must have a back pain tonight. If I knew this thing was inserted several meters deep in the ground, I would have to turn it. I would have to hire a few coolies from the village. Now it's good, let's rush to be the king of shoveling."
"It's not living soil, it's called Wuhua soil, it's variegated soil mixed with different materials. When building the tomb, the original sandy soil is cleaned out first, and filled with impermeable white paste mud from Jingdezhen to keep the tomb dry. What’s the point of burial.” Lin Yan explained: “In addition, the walls of the tomb have collapsed over the years, and the top of the Ming tomb is covered with glutinous rice paste and porcelain bowls several meters thick. Wuhuatu, when you see Wuhuatu, you have arrived at the tomb."
"A master can know the specifications and location of the tomb with a shovel of mud. We don't have that ability, so let's dig slowly."
When the wind blows the sand away, everyone is silently busy with their shovels, just like a construction site, Ah Che made a mark on his shovel, slipped aside to eat canned food, his shovel seemed to be held by an invisible hand, Digging hard into the soil.
It's a pity that the fox's magic skills are not good enough. The shovel often suddenly loses control, flying over out of thin air, and smashing a large piece of mud on the workers. Spilled down, he choked and sneezed.
After being hit on the head by a flying clod for the third time, Yin Zhou angrily grabbed the fox by the collar: "Do it yourself!"
"Your grandpa fox is so fucking wise to lock you up to practice spells. It's obvious that you are causing harm to the public at your level. If it's me, if you dare to be lazy for a day, I'll pick you up and make a scarf..."
Before Yin Zhou finished speaking, the fox sat cross-legged on the ground, wagging its big fluffy tail, opened its eyes wide, and cried out loud.
"If you don't work, you will cause chaos, and you will cry. Look, you have eaten all the beef jerky in just a short while!"
The fox cried even harder.
The people scattered on the hillside had no choice but to drop their work and come over one by one to hug and coax them. This time, the fox sat on Xiao Yu's neck and refused to get off. He sobbed and cried for a while, and secretly turned his head to make a face at Yin Zhou. , Yin Zhou was so angry that he raised his hand to hit him, the fox cried again, Xiao Yu didn't know that the little guy was pretending, he felt sorry for the child, and almost fought with Yin Zhou several times.
Those who worked for a while, those who coaxed the children, and those who quarreled and tried to persuade them made a mess.
The sunset glowed in the sky, and the setting sun slowly sank. Broken porcelain bowls and cups began to be unearthed at the determined positions, mixed in the colorless soil mixed with glutinous rice pulp. After a while, there was only one person left to work in the pothole.
Seeing that the twilight was coming again, everyone had a question hanging in their hearts. It was obviously not big in terms of feng shui, and it was smaller than the size of Xiao Yu's tomb. Why did they not see the entrance of the Shinto after digging to the top of the tomb for so long
Just as he was thinking, Ayan suddenly shouted in a muffled voice: "The wall of the tomb has been dug, it's a brick room!"
The people who were busy clearing the earth and rocks gathered around in a hurry, and saw that the pothole began to go straight down, and when it reached a depth of six meters, it turned to the inside of the mountain, and A Yan was lying on the corner and hooking his feet to retreat , from the knee up to the top was completely covered by the cave, and finally retreated, slapped off the sand and gravel on the head, and raised the wind lamp to signal upwards.
All of a sudden, everyone regained their energy and hurriedly widened the entrance of the cave. Before dark, a large flat area was finally opened in the soil layer six to seven meters above the surface, where seven people could sit and move around. Hemp rope, special rope for climbing, with steel bars twisted inside, enough to bear the weight of ten people, put one end into the bottom of the cave, and the other end tied to an old tree outside.
Several people climbed into the cave one by one, and seven wind lanterns illuminated the tomb wall in front of them.
The old blue bricks are smooth and damp, and the floating soil on the surface has been cleaned. Nearly five hundred years have passed, and everyone can't help being nervous. This is the first time I touched a complete yin house with my own hands. There is a story buried behind the tomb wall, a period of time, maybe some warm past, waiting for them quietly in the bottomless darkness and depth.
Lin Yan moved to the tomb and stroked the nearest blue brick. He couldn't tell what it was like. His past, his memory, his rival in love, and the body he left behind like a cocoon hundreds of years ago were buried here, and his soul was reborn. , the secret of the previous life is guarded by the decayed body.
Who knows what unspeakable sorrows are buried in the tomb
A Yan touched Lin Yan, her fingers were cold: "Shhhhhhhhhhh brother Lin Yan, look at this." She signaled him to silence with her eyes.
Blocked behind by Ayan's soil was a green brick with characters engraved on it. Lin Yan didn't dare to disturb the crowd, so he used his body to block the sight of the people behind him, and the wind lamp illuminated a line of simple official script on the brick.
"Whoever sees this curse and enters this door will die within seven days and three months will be boundless.
What is puzzling is that there is actually a small painting outlined with engraved lines on the blue bricks, which shows Guanshiyin in the South China Sea driving a flat boat, sailing with mercy.
"Is this... scaring or saving people?"
"What should I do?" The little Taoist's face turned pale.
"The ancient tombs often have this, most of which are written indiscriminately to scare people, but this time..." Lin Yan thought for a while, "Let me tell Dachuan, the rural people believe this, if they are afraid, let them go back."
A Yan shook her head: "No, no, we are short of manpower, they left us five, and there is a demon and a ghost among them, the yin energy is too strong, if there is magic in the tomb, it will be more powerful."
"I will try to find a way to avoid evil first."
Lin Yan nodded.
Xiaochuan and Dachuan passed everyone's equipment bags into the cave in bamboo baskets one by one. According to Ayan's instructions, two live chickens were passed from behind. When the rooster saw the tomb wall, it flapped its wings violently as if disturbed by something. , the feathers all over his body exploded, and there was no end to the noise. When Lin Yan hugged the chicken out, he was pecked hard, and blood flowed.
Ayan carried the chicken in one hand, and pulled out the dagger in the other, motioning everyone to back off. After silently reciting the mantra, he cut the throat with the blade very quickly, cut off the head of the chicken with another knife, and quickly threw it in front of the blue brick wall. The other one did the same. A gust of cold wind came from nowhere in the depths of the cave, and the wind lanterns flickered a few times, and then the bloody scene made everyone speechless, only to see two headless chickens running and jumping in front of the wall as if they were still alive, The blood from the neck sprayed out more than one meter high, like a water pipe bursting, two red springs swayed and sprayed towards the wall, blood mist splashed everywhere.
The two headless roosters thumped for a while, and fell into a pool of blood. The soil, rocks and chicken blood were mixed together, and it was sticky everywhere.
Just as he saw the tense place, Lin Yan was suddenly hugged from behind. He was so frightened that he was about to jump up. When he looked back, it was Xiao Yu.
The ghost was trembling all over, his face was pale, he hugged him tightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Lin Yan, holding me, it hurts, it's hot, it hurts..."
"Why are you here? Didn't you tell you to go out!" Lin Yan was in a hurry. The rooster crowed as the sun of all things, ghosts, spirits and evil spirits all retreated, and this narrow space was sprayed with chicken blood in all directions, which was useless to ghosts. Different from being roasted by the flames in the kiln, he pushed Xiao Yu back and dragged him to the side of the rope, "Go up first, and wait for the yang energy in the cave to dissipate."
The ghost's hands were so trembling that he couldn't hold the rope. After struggling for a while, he slumped along the wall and sat down. With his fingers resting on his forehead, he gritted his teeth tightly and murmured: "It's so hot, it's so hot... Lin Yan..."
Lin Yan ran around in a panic, and took out things from the equipment bag. What he took out in a hurry was either red nitrate or cinnabar, and a large stack of ghost-suppressing charms. He threw it on the ground in a hurry, and used his body to block in front of Xiao Yu , Resisting the bloody smell gushing from the depths of the cave, thinking of his pure yin fate in a hurry, holding the ghost in his arms, and stroking his back.
"Hold on for a while, it will be fine in a while."
The familiar scent of saponins, the familiar coldness, a pair of chaotic eyes in the messy hair, looking at Lin Yan in confusion.
Xiao Yu turned his face, followed the only cool air around him instinctively, kissed his lips, and eagerly tossed and plundered in his mouth, without any skill, he roughly thrust his tongue into his throat, sucking his lips. The body fluid in his mouth didn't matter. Before Lin Yan could recover, Xiao Yu bit the corner of his lips hard, and a rusty smell permeated the air.
Lin Yan was about to die from his excessively violent kiss, anxious and heartbroken, he squeezed the ghost's arm hard: "You...you wait, I, you let me take a breath first!"
Laughter came from behind, and the one who laughed the most was Yin Zhou.
Even the brothers of the Duan family booed, and Ah Che jumped up and clapped his hands. After a long time, he remembered that he was a demon, what should he do, and conveniently set up a barrier to block yin and yang. Although the quality was not good, it was barely usable. Not long after the rooster died, Xiao Yu regained his sanity and stroked Lin Yan's bitten lip with his fingers, causing him to hiss and suck in cold air from the pain.
"Okay?" Lin Yan blushed to the point of bleeding, with a tense facial expression, and said coldly, "Okay, let's go quickly."
After finishing speaking, he patted the dirt on his pants and wanted to stand up, Xiao Yu grabbed him, hesitated for a long time, and said softly: "Can... let me carry you over..."
The cold bluestone brick wall does not need any adhesive measures, and it is polished to a tight fit. When demolishing the brick wall, everyone wears a mask to prevent the mildew air accumulated in the tomb for a hundred years from damaging the lungs. Sure enough, when the first wall brick was taken out Suddenly, a puff of black air spewed out from the square hole, and the smell of decay choked the nostrils. Then one piece of green brick was taken out one by one, and when the hole was big enough for one person to pass through, everyone climbed back to the ground, set up the pot for dinner, guessed that the rot was almost released, carried the equipment bag on their backs, prepared the lighting measures and came to the wall.
The little Taoist priest lit three sticks of incense to pay homage to the ancestors in the tomb. This is the rule before entering the tomb. Several people worshiped devoutly in front of the incense burner. After tying the rope, Ayan took the lead and jumped in.
Not long after, the rope swayed, which meant it was safe, and then Da Chuan Xiao Chuan, Lin Yan Xiao Yu, Ah Che and Yin Zhou entered the underground palace one by one.
Yin Zhou's figure disappeared behind the dark wall of the tomb. No one saw that the incense burner suddenly changed its appearance. The three sticks of incense were stuck in the burner upside down and had already been extinguished.