The crowd in front of him was too weird, and for a moment everyone stood at the entrance of the corridor, losing their minds.
"Let's go? If these things turn into ghosts like just now, we probably won't even have bones left." Yin Zhou said.
"Go, the key is how to go. The craftsmen must pass through here when sending the master to the burial. How did they do it?" Lin Yan stared thoughtfully at the newly healed scar on the back of his hand. blood?"
Ayan squinted her eyes and carefully observed the scattered human heads in the hall, and suddenly took a breath of cool air: "You, look at these human heads, they seem to be chaotic, but if you look closely, they are actually arranged in different areas, such as There is a piece of land here, obviously there are fewer on the left than on the right, and there is a road in the middle!"
"Qimen Dunjia." A Yan said happily, "The person who arranged this tomb must be a master."
Lin Yan suddenly thought of Huang Yaoshi, who was proficient in strange arts, and set up a formation of peach trees and rocks on Peach Blossom Island to prevent others from intruding. A fit of nausea.
"Qi and Qimen Dunjia are the techniques of prediction and decision-making. They were used in ancient times to raise troops and fight wars. In modern times, they are used for fortune-telling and divination, analyzing affairs, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. Open the eight gates, use the solar terms, times and azimuths to set up the hexagrams. If we want to pass, we only need to start the divination according to the method of prediction, and it does not need to be too precise. As long as we avoid the evil gates, we will open the four auspicious gates. Anything works."
"It's amazing." Lin Yan praised.
Ayan's pale face flushed a little, and he said in a whisper: "W-Where, Taoist people must learn kung fu."
Immediately, he placed the cloth on the plate, murmured words, and after a while, he figured out the four directions. Sure enough, following his fingers, he could really identify four paths in the densely packed ghost formation.
Yin Zhou picked up his bag, said loudly that I will come first this time, and stepped out along the life gate indicated by the little Taoist priest. Suddenly there was a series of creaking sounds from all around, like rusty old parts slowly urging. With the sound, all the skeletons turned slowly towards Yin Zhou. The strangest thing was that the skeletons seemed to still have expressions. The haggard face was facing Yin Zhou, and the "gaze" of the two black holes was gloomy and resentful.
"What's the matter with me?" Yin Zhou was shocked, "Taoist, did you point the wrong way!"
A low whimper sounded from the depths of the hall, long and deep, and then responses came from all directions. The ghost voice was faint but like weeping. In the dark, it only felt cold and bone-chilling. Then, under the illumination of the miner's lamp, one by one The black shadow wobbled up from the skeleton formation and turned into a painful human figure, struggling to break free.
"No, no, come back quickly!" Lin Yan dragged Yin Zhou back to the tunnel, but unfortunately, the skeletons seemed to have noticed the whereabouts of the outsiders, and there were faint ghosts crying, whimpering, moaning, and screaming intensified in every corner of the hall , like a densely woven net, buzzing into one piece, Xiao Yu took a step back, propped his forehead with one hand, gritted his teeth and said: "Go quickly..."
"How come? Shengmen is the most auspicious gate, everything is suitable..." Ayan panicked.
"If it's really that simple, I'm afraid the two people outside won't die in the tomb..." In desperation, Lin Yan's brain turned extremely fast. Lin Yan bit his lower lip and thought, what went wrong...
Ghosts are used everywhere in the tomb to guard the spirits, and the array is activated. There are many ghosts, and the resentment is soaring. Even Xiao Yu can't avoid it. The three sets of heaven, earth and human were put out, intermittently said: "Du Men... go to Du Men and the gate of death!"
Qimen Dunjia has four evil gates of scaring, wounding and killing, forcefully going out of the door to meet panic and strange things, going out of the door of injury to see bloody disasters, going out of the door to hide and hide for refuge, the door of death is a big murderer, and the master hangs himself to death.
"Dumen takes refuge, mourning at the death gate!" Lin Yan suddenly understood Xiao Yu's meaning, "We are in the tomb, and we want to worship the dead. The murderous gate is auspicious!"
As he spoke, he dragged Xiao Yu to leap towards Dumen, and the rest of them also reacted and followed. When the last person in the tunnel stepped on the path leading to Dumen, the whole ghost formation suddenly trembled, as if someone sighed Heaving a sigh of relief, everyone dared not delay, taking advantage of the weak cry of the ghost, they rushed forward all the way, knocking down many wooden sticks, stepping on how many innocent souls who wanted to get out of the hole, piles of broken bones under their feet, and the bones of Karakala. The crackling and howling are endless!
Finally, the sound of ghosts became silent, and the direction of Dumen came to an end. In front of you was the stone wall of the hall, but a deep cave entrance loomed in front of the gate of death. Everyone followed the planned route obliquely, and finally rushed in before the ghost formation broke out again. Another passage on the opposite side.
Heads and grievances were left behind, and everyone survived the catastrophe, holding their knees and gasping for breath.
"It's... come here, it's still, it's still possible to use the knowledge of the ancients to break the formation of the ancients." Yin Zhou wiped the cold sweat from his forehead in horror, and when he looked back, he saw that the skeletons were all facing the direction of the new corridor. , looking at them with venomous faces, but there was silence, as if recognizing the intruder's whereabouts.
Lin Yan was worried about Xiao Yu. For some reason, he always felt that the tomb was strange. There was neither backstabbing nor the Western traps that were popular at the time. After waking up from the chaos just now, his eyes have been staring at the depths of the corridor. Everyone proposed to rest, but he seemed to be unable to wait, ignoring everyone's suggestions, and walked silently towards the end of the darkness.
Yin Zhou leaned against the wall to drink water, looked up and saw Xiao Yu's reaction, spat on the ground, and said angrily: "Why is this man so unreasonable? He almost threw his life away because of him. He didn't even take a three-minute break. No!"
"Forget it, he only has one wish left, let him alone." Lin Yan said wearily, "We'll rest when we get there, the outside is already heavily guarded, I don't know what else is waiting for us in the coffin."
"When I see the coffin and say anything, I have to spend a few night pearls as hard work, and the rich Duan family is not short of this money, so don't stop me." Yin Zhou said, seeing that Lin Yan was only staring at Xiao Yu absent-mindedly, he sighed Tone, "Cowardly, I really look down on you."
Ah Che wrung his hands and swept his tail behind him. Lin Yan pointed to Xiao Yu's back and told Ah Che to follow him. Ah Che shook his head, held Lin Yan's hand and said, "Brother Yu is very annoying, don't you Leave him alone."
Just as Yin Zhou wanted to praise Ah Che, the little fox looked up at Lin Yan with long and charming eyes: "When I grow up, let's be together!"
Yin Zhou spouted out all the mineral water he didn't swallow, screwed on the bottle cap three times and twice, and carried the fox on his shoulder: "Be honest with me at a young age. , looking for the upper house to find the next house, a little thing that no one cares about."
Ah Che was fussing and hammering his back vigorously, but suddenly stopped moving after hearing the last sentence.
"What's the matter, little boy?"
Ah Che's eyes were red: "I just don't care about me. I deserve to be caught and skinned to make a collar! Leave me alone, you all leave me alone!" With a sweep of his face, he turned his head and jumped off his shoulders, and ran towards the depths of the tomb passage.
Yin Zhou stood there in a daze, Lin Yan came over and patted him on the shoulder: "Dude, I have a bad feeling, be careful in the backyard."
"What backyard?"
"A swarm of foxes is approaching, and pea shooters will suffer."
Yin Zhou was confused.
Lin Yan gave him an inscrutable look: "It's okay, let's go, let's see how much gold, silver and jewels the Duan family has. According to the specifications of this tomb, if the burial inside is less than 100,000 gold, I will cut off the head and put it in the grave." Watch in the hall."
The new corridor is obviously much more refined than the previous one, and it is also narrower. The walls are polished into a regular square shape. There are brass lampstands on both sides. The walls are covered with green bricks. They are smooth and cool, as if leading to an unknown world. .
Judging by how well repaired this section of the tomb is, the coffin chamber should not be far away.
Sure enough, the corridor was not long, and it came to the end in a short time. At the end, there was an old wooden door made of wooden pieces, which was already decayed. Open a gap, revealing the unfathomable darkness inside.
Xiao Yu and Ah Che were waiting by the door, Lin Yan walked to the door and glanced at him: "Why don't you go in?"
"Does it hurt you?"
"No, let's make it clear, I don't want you anymore." Lin Yan said lightly, "My lord, don't take yourself too seriously, even if you want to stay here with that coffin bone forever, follow me It doesn't matter."
"Okay." Xiao Yu looked at the tomb door in front of him, "Let's go."
"Wait, wait." A Yan unloaded the bag from her shoulders, took out a handful of living talismans and distributed them to everyone. In the eyes of ghosts, living talismans are equivalent to another life of a person. The man set aside time for escape, took another layer of nitrate powder and blew a layer on each person, prepared peach wood stakes, wooden swords, compass, copper coins, incense ash, etc. to drive away ghosts, lit a candle and held it in his hand, "Let's go, there are dirty people." Stuff blows lights first."
Lin Yan nodded, took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand towards the decayed wooden door in front of him.
The feeling of familiarity in my own grave makes people shudder.
The door creaked open.
The air that hasn't flowed for a long time is filled with a choking smell, with a trace of dead body smell rushing towards the face. The smoked person wants to cough, but no one dares to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the unknown strange mechanism behind the door. The darkness is endless. Lin Yan sniffed it carefully. The rotten smell here was mixed with the musty smell of wood, silk, and paper. It was the smell of the coffin.
Lin Yan's heart was beating wildly, and for a while his hand was so trembling that he couldn't hold the flashlight.
A group of people stepped into the room one after another, and the miner's lamps were lit up, one after another, and the light filled the coffin chamber, which was guarded by strict guards. The stagnant time, the hidden secrets, the dead who slept forever... Lin Yan didn't even dare to open his eyes. Opening his eyes, he couldn't help comforting himself, what he wanted to see was an old man who had finished his life, sleeping in a peaceful coffin, recalling the past, peaceful and joyful, without desire or desire.
A faint sigh came from the darkness.
"This... is this a study room?" Yin Zhou asked in surprise, "So simple?"
Lin Yan raised the miner's lamp and carefully looked around.
He had imagined the life of that man named Duan Ze thousands of times, a wealthy family, virtuous wives and concubines, filial sons and daughters, and even someone who turned into a ghost would be infatuated with him for the rest of his life. What kind of place would such a perfect person rest in peace? This place does not fit any fantasy, there is no coffin bed, no luxurious burial, no carved beams and painted buildings and beautiful silk, just a simple study room, a table, two chairs, a pair of bookshelves, and a broken Guqin .
In the middle of the room was an unpainted thin-skinned wooden coffin, which had already decayed and collapsed, and the tablets fell to the ground.
Upon closer inspection, everything was old, the paint on the furniture was peeled off, there were black marks left by candles on the table, the shelves were full of decayed old books, smoky yellow pieces of paper were scattered all over the floor, and the two window lattices They are all just frames made of wood, with stone walls and blue bricks in the middle, and it is impossible for sunlight to penetrate forever.
Lin Yan picked up the memorial tablet, which was erected by Duan Ze's descendants, with white characters on a black background, and a simple sentence: "First test the spiritual tablet of Duan Gongze in Jinyang County, and died on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month in the Bingwu year of Jiajing."
"This is the coffin?" Yin Zhou held up a miner's lamp to look around, "Why is it so different from Xiao Yu's tomb? It's just broken tables and chairs. What about the mausoleum's underground palace? Porcelain? Ancient paintings? Ye Mingzhu and gold ingots Woolen cloth?"
Yin Zhou picked up a writing brush on the table, looked at it, and threw it aside: "It's still stained with ink, and I didn't wash it before sending it in to be buried with me. The brush is almost bald. This broken tomb is safe from robbers."
A sheet of snow-wave rice paper on the table has turned black under the immersion of the years, half of the words written on the paper, Liu Yong's "Watching the Sea Tide", "Smoky willows draw bridges, wind curtains and emerald curtains, hundreds of thousands of families scattered, cloud trees Raodisha..." I didn't finish writing the words, and stopped on Lingge Fanye's "Ye", and there was no more text.
Qingjun's good handwriting.
Lin Yan put the brush back to its original place, and said quietly: "This is the most precious thing that Duan Ze guarded at all costs. This tomb records the past between him and his lover."
Yin Zhou still wanted to ask a question, but Lin Yan stopped him, and pointed at Xiao Yu wearily: "Let him be quiet."
The ghost walked slowly through the old shabby room with a lantern in his hand. His slender fingers brushed across the back of the chair, the edge of the table, touched a cracked inkstone on the table, and said softly: "These are all things I used. I haven't finished writing yet..."
When he closed his eyes, a drop of clear tears slipped from the corner of his eyes, his eyes were empty and sad.
This terrifying and treacherous ghost mechanism is sparing no effort to seal a lost dream. Duan Ze and his lover spend their whole lives together in the eternal darkness, looking at the pen he has held, the book he has read, and the chair he has rested on. And the clothes that have been scented with deep water, an old image under the dim sunlight, recorded here, no one wants to get involved and disturbed, so that I will not be sad, and the years will not be surprised.
"He must love you very much." Lin Yan said, "Young Master Xiao, you know, you can rest in peace."
The coffin didn't even have a wooden outer coffin, and a layer of thin boards couldn't support it, and it collapsed under the erosion of the years. Lin Yan picked up the upper wood chips, revealing a pair of dead bones. The skeleton had shrunk and deformed in his old age, and it looked younger Shorter, with head lowered towards the neck, the corpse is old, only a few teeth have fallen out, and the knees have obvious bone hyperplasia, maintaining the shape of arched body and knees, like a baby conceived in the mother's womb, hugging herself tightly in the dark , Sleeping for five hundred years.
The coffin was empty, the body was covered with a thin mattress, and it was dressed in plain clothes. The only funeral piece was placed between the knees and the chest. It was blocked by the clothes, revealing a corner of white jade. Xiao Yu wanted to take it out, and stretched out his hand in the air. stopped.
"Let me come." Lin Yan said, "I finally know what it's like to die. It's really ugly."
It was a high-quality mutton fat jade flute. It was hollowed out from a whole piece of jade. It had been buried in the soil for many years, soaked in human blood, human flesh and bones. It was no longer as moist and white as it was when it was first formed. Thick patina, was played by people day and night during his lifetime, maybe it was a lonely and long night like death, its owner hugged his name tightly in the dark, lit a candle, the candle was mottled with tears, half-life lonely, Lovesickness for the rest of my life.
"I don't know if the two tomb robbers at the door have entered the coffin room. They have lost a lot. There is nothing valuable in it except this." Lin Yan handed the Xiao to Xiao Yu, "Duan Ze is the most affectionate and sexual person, even a shroud I didn’t buy anything for myself, Yuxiao, Xiaoyu, he was buried with your name on him.”
"He is affectionate, and you are interested. This hundred years of lovesickness is not in vain." He smiled while talking, and there was a blur of water in front of his eyes.
"Hey, come and take a look, there is another tomb room here." A Yan suddenly called out, and pushed open a screen of bookshelves, revealing a small door behind, Lin Yan wiped the corners of his eyes, and forced himself to follow Xiao Yu to have a look. Inside the door was a smaller stone room without any furnishings. In the empty room, a one-foot-high platform was built with stones, on which was placed a large golden nanmu coffin that was exactly the same as that in Xiao Yu's tomb. .
"Why is there another coffin? This one is so well preserved and looks valuable. Could it be that the one lying outside is not Duan Ze?" Yin Zhou stepped forward in surprise, seeing that Xiao Yu and Lin Yan had different expressions, he had to Shaking his head, he called Ayan to push the coffin lid together.
There was a heavy rubbing sound, and both Yin Zhou and A Yan stopped their movements.
"Lin Zi, come over and take a look, why is the coffin empty?" Yin Zhou took a light on the corners of the coffin with a lamp, "It's brand new, there is nothing inside."
Sure enough, this coffin, which was worth tens of thousands of pieces of silver and was built at the risk of a felony, had never been used, and there was still a little bit of new wood shavings in the corner of the coffin.
"It was originally reserved for you?" Lin Yan looked at Xiao Yu.
Xiao Yu shook his head: "I don't know."
Yin Zhou looked at Lin Yan, then at Xiao Yu, couldn't help but take a sip, and grabbed A Yan: "What should we do, I don't think there is any hope for them, they don't know where their souls are floating, blind toss."
It was only at this time that Ayan realized: "Yes, the time has not yet come for a ghost marriage, so let's prepare first."