Little hand

I have accumulated a lot of experience in looking at people in antiques and rubbings business in recent years. The most important thing in this line of work is that you can look at things and people. When I look at this fat man, I am not a real person. I want to ask for news from such a man, but to stimulate him with good words. So I pretend that I don't believe him at all. Like what you say, you really know, you can bump here like a headless fly?

Fat man, as expected, took a flashlight and shone it on my face. He said, "Don't you believe it, boy? Before my Fat Master came, he really did preparatory work for more than a month. Do you know what King Lu was doing, what was the problem of borrowing Yin soldiers, and what was the use of ghost seals? Seeing that I did not speak, he smiled proudly: "I tell you, this King Lu Shi, said a good general, in fact, like us, is a fight back."

It suddenly occurred to me that the third uncle had said something similar, but I could not quite understand how they could see it. Fat man went on saying, "But people are more powerful than us, and they all fell down. It is recorded in the silk book that the army of King Lu Shi mostly rested during the day and marched at night. And often all of a sudden, the whole army disappears, and then suddenly appears in another place, and where they have been, they often say,'The graves are broken, and when asked, the Yin soldiers are exhausted'. You say how can we materialistic proletarian revolutionaries believe that there are Yin soldiers in the world? West ah! They must have been digging and robbing graves everywhere. If they were found to have been passive, it would be said that King Lu Shi borrowed the soul of these grave owners. As soon as he said this, he spread it around by means of the Yinbing. At that time, people were very superstitious about it. Later, the gods called for their gods.

I don't believe it very much. It's too arbitrary for you to make this conclusion on the basis of this information.

The fat man glared at me and blamed me for interrupting, saying, "Of course, there is more evidence than that. The most direct evidence is that the seven-star suspicious coffin, recorded in history, was first used by grave robbers because they consciously robbed numerous graves and feared that they would suffer the same fate after death. So, based on their experience, they designed this false coffin situation. . They believe that no matter how clever the organs are, grave robbers can not be fenced off. The only way is to make them hesitate and unable to start! These seven coffins, in addition to a real main coffin, the other six, no matter which one is mistakenly opened, are all nine deaths, and there are no secret crossbows on the set of magic. After the Song Dynasty, the Bureau was gradually promoted by some talented and skillful men. This kind of design came from an ignoble profession. Ordinary people thought it was unlucky. Moreover, seven coffins were placed in a tomb and the cost was too high.

I think the fat man looks very careless, but I did not expect to have such profound knowledge, I can not help feeling a respect, but I think he should have not finished, so I asked, "If you say so, there is no way to distinguish which is the main coffin?" Fat man patted me, probably see my attitude change, very proud: "Look at your little comrade is still very eager to learn, then I will learn Confucius second regret not rolled up well, you listen well, to distinguish the seven stars suspicious coffin, is not helpless!" However, we have rules. When ordinary people encounter a seven-star coffin, they will buckle several heads and withdraw consciously. The old ancestors will not blame it. In the years when soldiers were in chaos, some mountain-moving people had no means of food and clothing, and finally broke the rules. At that time, a senior man came up with a way to break the situation. That was to use two prying poles, raise a corner of the coffin, then cut a small hole in the bottom of the coffin, use an iron hook to penetrate and see what was drawn out. What is it, so that we can judge what is in the coffin.

I can't help sighing that the fighting between the grave robber and the designer is really possible to write a book. Suddenly, the fat man came up mysteriously and said to me, "But the seven sarcophagus here are all fake, I'm afraid the tomb of King Lu is fake."

He shone the smoke of wolves at the stone crossing where we had just fallen down, and saw that nothing had climbed up. Then he went on to say, "I couldn't figure it out, but when I fell into this maze of stone paths, I suddenly found that it was a tomb of the Western Zhou Dynasty." I was shocked. "Isn't this the escape route that the craftsmen dug?"

At this time, Panzi scolded in the corner: "I told you earlier, how can it be an escape passage here? Who have you seen digging the escape passage like a labyrinth? Who would have such a good mood?" I was so confused that I couldn't seem to grasp the point of what I was thinking: "How could someone build their own grave on someone else's grave? Didn't it mean to cut off one's offspring and lose one's grandchildren?"

The fat man touched his mouth and said, "You are also a fighter. Naturally, you know Feng Shui. Those of us who fight back are the least. Besides guiding us to fight back, I really can't see any other use of Feng Shui. This geomantic omen is a branch of learning, but it is the knowledge of the ancients and the knowledge of the dead, which is irrelevant to those of us who are good young socialists." He patted himself on the chest specially. "Besides, this buried himself in other people's tombs, Feng Shui said so, as if to call... Call... What is called? Tibetan Dragon Cave, in any case, is similar to a name, these superficial names we do not care about him, anyway, buried themselves in other people's graves, as long as your fate cooperates, properly arranged, it is also very possible, so, that the coffin of King Lu Shi must be hidden in the tomb of the Western Zhou Dynasty, absolutely not wrong! "

Panzi listened to him and burst out with a chuckle and said, "Why, you bear like that, you can understand geomantic omen?" "

The fat man was furious: "What don't understand, if I don't understand... How can I know? So many things?" Pan Zi laughed, but the wound hurt when he laughed. He said, "I don't know where you heard all these nonsense. If you really understand geomantic omen, you will take us out of this maze?" I can't find my way in seven or eight circles."

When I heard Panzi say it, I thought of one thing and asked, "Yes, how did you leave me and run away? You know I was scared to death! What about Uncle Three?

Pan Zi straightened up and said, "I don't know very well. At that time, the little brother went after the fat man. Although Uncle Three told me not to catch up with him, I thought that if the boy got nervous, there would be something important. Besides, there was something I didn't tell you. I always felt that the boy had followed us. Come on, the purpose is not simple. I don't believe him very much. I want to see it too, so I follow it. He frowned and said puzzled, "I ran for a few minutes and suddenly saw something in the graveway ahead. When I took a light, it suddenly disappeared. I got a little nervous and went to that place. At this time, I saw that there were five fingers in the gap between the stone and the stone. The same length of hand."

The fat man was shocked and his mouth moved as if to say something, but he did not make a sound at last.

Panzi recalled all the details at that time and said, "So I went over and looked. You know I just couldn't control my curiosity and wanted to try one of my stools. Now I'm a little scared to think about it. I didn't realize that something like a hand suddenly rushed out and one of them stuck in my neck. Strength, almost suffocated me, I did not know how to do at that time, fortunately, there is a saber on my body, I went to cut the hand, and found that the wrist of this hand is thin and frightening, almost a little thicker than that finger, and do not know where its strength is, as soon as I knife down, I scratched it. With a long cut, the hand immediately released and retracted back into the crack in the wall. Pan Zi touched his neck: "I think there must be something wrong behind this wall. I went to look at it. I knocked left and kicked right. Suddenly I didn't know what to press and the whole mother fell down!" He patted the wall, "You know later, I fell into the same stone room as here, and then found the stone road, thanks to Lao Tzu's good hand, jumped for half a day, and finally jumped up, otherwise I really don't know when I will meet the third master."

"So you don't know where Uncle Three is?" I sighed, and Panzi apparently had just known that Uncle Three had disappeared, and also showed a very worried look. I turned to the fat man and asked him, "Dead fat man, how did you get down? You tell me the truth. Did you provoke that ghost? "Fat man said:" Well, if you say that, I'm more wronged than Su San. When I got there, the old man who didn't know where he was had brought the monster out. The boy who followed me saw it and turned around and ran when he cried badly. I saw it. If I had to fight hard with the monster, I guess so. Not without success, but the fire of revolution has to be preserved, and I haven't finished the task given to me by the organization, so I turn around and run. After running for a while, I saw the little brother stop in front of me and ask me to stand there. I didn't understand what was going on. He kicked the wall and I fell down. I thought he was going to save me. I didn't think there were so many insects, mother. "At this point, he looked around as if he were afraid of another insect coming out and biting him.

Panzi looked at me and said, "Look, this kid seems to know this ancient tomb very well. It's not easy. There must be a problem. "I always thought that stuffy bottle was good, because as long as he was there, I felt very safe, but Pan Zi said so, I also felt that the fellow seemed to know too much along the way, as if he could expect anything. I can't help but doubt it. In my bag, there are some compressed biscuits found by the fat man. I remember that I haven't eaten anything for a long time. So I took them out and everybody ate a little. Panzi ate very little. I said that in case his intestines had been worn, if he had eaten too much, it would leak out, or leave them for us to eat, because I don't know when he could go out. He said so, although the fat man was eager to eat, he was embarrassed to eat too much. I told them again about what I had come across, and people gradually relaxed.

We were silent for a while and chatted about something else. The fat man said it was impossible to sit like this. Otherwise, we would try our luck in the stone road. Pan Zi thought so too. So we decided to take a rest again and set off.

I was confused, half asleep and half awake, and suddenly saw the fat man squeezing his eyebrows and making eyes at me. I thought the fat man was very unreliable and a little schizophrenic. Who would you say could come up with an earthen pot on the head of an ancient tomb to frighten people? Such people are either too bold or too thin-minded. Now we have a person here who is seriously injured and three people don't know where to go. Under such circumstances, he can even make faces at me with interest. If I am strong enough, I will rush up to him for a while.

But at this time, I found that even Panzi was winking at me. I thought: frighten, neuropathy can also be transmitted? They clapped their left shoulder and their mouth moved as if they were saying, "Hand, hand! "I saw the cold sweat on their heads and felt strange. So I looked at my hands. It's nothing unusual. Is it my shoulder? I turned my head casually and suddenly found that I was carrying a small green hand on my shoulder. "