Chapter 28 Devil

"Guanshan Taibao" excavated ancient tombs from all over the country and filled the treasures and other objects into the "Dixian Village". These incomplete murals should be decorations in an ancient tomb of the Tang Dynasty. However, although the three of us read countless ancient objects, it was difficult to judge which "mountain tomb" these two murals came from.

Walking along the slightly tilted tomb passage, incomplete Tang Dynasty murals continued to appear, all of which were rich and numb, and the evil old man, who was a rich lady with a numb expression. I didn't know what to do, but in the wet and water seeping environment, the murals were still as bright as new. I was anxious to find Master Sun Jiu, but I didn't have time to pay attention to the evil paintings in the tomb. I just wade forward, but I secretly raised my guard and did not dare to slack off at all.

As far as I know, the tomb passage at the bottom of the mausoleum of "Wuyang King" is an extremely ancient tomb structure form. The "golden well" inside the tombs in later generations is degenerate. In ancient Feng Shui, the four words "situation and qi" are still second. Ancient people paid the most attention to the "good and evil" in soil intuitiveness.

Because whether the tomb soil is backfilled or not, a large part of the soil in the tomb site will be dug out, and the soil at the "hole" is extremely precious. Therefore, in relatively large tombs, several vertical shafts will be dug at the bottom, and a part of the original soil will be filled into the well, which can keep the internal vitality of the ancient tombs from being dispersed. It can also serve as a "drainage channel" to invade the underground lake water that invades the underlying tomb passage. In most cases, eight out of ten vertical shafts that backfilled the original soil will be penetrated. Because the groundwater is soaked all year round, the tomb bricks under your feet have been loose and scattered, and the terrain cannot be seen through the accumulated water. Every step you take is extremely difficult and the forward speed is also very slow.

In order not to be slipped by the rocks under the water, I had to walk against the tomb wall. The tomb bricks were cold and slippery, and I couldn't breathe smoothly. After walking for a few steps, I suddenly heard a sound in the wall. I felt strange and put my ear on the wall and listened. I faintly heard someone shouting deep in the tomb passage. The sound spread across the tomb wall. Although it was not true, it was definitely a human voice, and it was a woman's voice.

The only expedition team composed of five of us was Xiaomeier and Shirley Yang, who were women, so my first reaction was that Xiaomeier was at the far end of the tomb path and quickly said to Shirley Yang and Fatty: "Listen, it seems to be Xiaomeier..."

The fat man lay on the tomb wall and heard it, nodded and said, "That's right, but the distance is far enough, and I can't hear anything you shout. When I encounter this situation, I must be shouting for help or something. Let's go and catch her quickly. If you delay for a while, in such a dark place in Longdong, scaring can scare my girl to death."

I said that the girl, the youngest girl, is very brave. She has obtained the true teachings from Fengwo Mountain and has participated in militia training. She probably won’t be scared to death. She would even shout for help, which means she has nothing to do, but she didn’t hear Master Sun Jiu’s voice, and I don’t know whether the old man is dead or alive now.

As I was about to fumble forward again, shirley Yang grabbed me and said, "No... Listen again, the youngest girl is Chuanyin, but the sound from the depths of the tomb passage does not look like... a middle-aged woman. I can't judge what she is calling, but she is definitely not the youngest girl."

I heard Shirley Yang's ears sounds far more sharp than me and the fat man, but besides her and her youngest girl, how could there be a third woman in the ancient tomb? And she was a "middle-aged woman"? I couldn't help but feel suspicious. If Shirley Yang hadn't heard badly, would it be a "people" in the ancient tomb of Dixian Village? In that case... it's hard to say whether it's a "people" or a "ghost". How could there be a living person in the ancient tomb that has not been in for hundreds of years?

I listened again on the tomb wall. The woman's cry in the depths of the tomb passage was intermittent, as if there were nothing, and her voice seemed ethereal and empty. Although it was not true, it sounded carefully that it was not the accent of the young girl. If I believed that someone had lived in the tomb for hundreds of years, it would be better to believe that it was a "ghost" for the evil spirit. But no matter whether she was a ghost or a charm, she would have to go over and see it with her own eyes, so she would make her heart clear and pluck her courage to walk in the water.

As soon as I took a step in the water, someone grabbed my shoulder from my back. At this time, Shirley Yang and Fatty were both in front of me, and my attention was completely focused on the front of the tomb passage. I suddenly came from behind, which made me unprepared at all, and I was really surprised.

I exclaimed, swung the engineer shovel with my hand and looked back. I saw the youngest girl standing behind me with wet bodies. She said to me panting: "What are you doing? I shouted behind me and my throat broke and didn't wait for me."

I said wonderingly, "Sister, where did you come out? Why did you run behind us? Didn't the shouts in front of the tomb passage be made by you?"

Shirley Yang saw that my youngest girl and I asked each other in a daze, "It's all inappropriate, so she told her not to worry and make it clear. Are you injured?"

The youngest girl calmed down and said that she had just passed by. She had just lie on the lid of the coffin and went downstream to the tomb passage of the ancient tomb. She was pouring groundwater into the tomb passage of the ancient tomb. She didn't know where the paint coffin would be brought to. She wanted to jump into the water to escape, but she didn't know the depth of the water in the tomb, for fear of drowning in the water. When the coffin was washed into the bottom tomb passage by water, she felt that the eyes were dark, and her hands fell into the water. Then she was drowsy and was carried into the side room by the lake. When she woke up, she saw the lights flashing outside the tomb door, so she hurried out to find the source of the lights.

At that time, Fatty and I were passing through the tomb passage with Tang Dynasty murals, neglecting to search the half-collapsed side chamber and heading straight to the direction of the surging sewage. My youngest chased after him, but in this sloping tomb passage, the sound could only be transmitted upwards, and there was no sound above the bottom of the gap. She had to follow all the way, until we stopped, we were able to catch up. It was extremely courageous and it was hard to stop at this moment.

I saw that my youngest girl was fine, but I still couldn't rest assured. One reason was that Master Sun Jiu was missing, and the other was that the woman's shouting in the depths of the tomb passage was indeed another "person". At first, I guessed whether the tomb passage had a special structure, which caused some distorted sound echo, which made people feel illusioned and misheard the youngest girl's voice. But the reality immediately denied this possibility, because the shouting sound at the top of my lungs in the tomb passage was still coming.

My mind turned around and a thought flashed through: "The woman deep in the tomb passage? Could it be the lady in the murals of the Tang Dynasty?" I felt that this was incredible, and it would be useless to think too much. If I had gone too late, Professor Sun might have been killed by the female ghost in the Tang Dynasty tomb. Now that things have come, we cannot tolerate any more concerns. I asked Shirley Yang to follow me and the fat man behind me and the fat man. The four of them held their breath. Under the faint light beams, they waded to the end of the tomb passage. It seemed that they felt some kind of alarm. The shouts of the woman in the ancient tomb suddenly fell silent.

This is a stone-built room in the tomb. There is a vertical shaft for backfilling the original soil under the tomb bricks in front of the room. Although the terrain is the lowest in the entire ancient tomb, the groundwater flows here and seeps into the underground rock cracks in front of the tomb door. There is no water accumulation in the tomb room. The two vermilion coffins with Zhong Kui eating ghosts were stranded in the tomb room one by one.

The lacquer coffin near the door hole of the tomb chamber flashed in a faint light. Master Sun Jiu was still lying on the coffin lid, holding the iron chain on the coffin board with both hands and not put it on. The lighting spotlight on his hiking helmet was damaged, and it flashed light like a ghost fire.

I saw that Master Sun Jiu was still motionless and said something was wrong. Master Jiu might have returned to his position. Everyone hurried forward and was about to look for his pulse to see if he had any signs of life. Unexpectedly, Professor Sun was like a corpse, and sat up from his order cover. His pale face was full of fear, which scared us.

Before I could ask him, Master Sun Jiu said, "You...have you heard it just now? Is there any strange sound in this ancient tomb?"

I knew Professor Sun might have heard that "strange" sound, so he asked this question, but he didn't immediately reveal it and asked him: "What sound are you talking about?"

Master Sun Jiu said in a daze: "It seems...the ghost sound, yes...I'm sure it's the ghost sound! I was lying on the coffin and was rushed into the tomb at the end of the ancient tomb by the lake. I was dizzy. I don't know if I fainted, but I could hear it clearly that someone was singing the ghost sound in this tomb..."

Shirley Yang asked in a flash: "Professor, you often say that people should not mention the strange powers and chaos. Why did you suddenly say that the sound you heard just now was... a ghost sound?"

Professor Sun said: "What? Don't you know? Ghost sound is a singing style in the Tang Dynasty. In a quiet night without accompaniment, it is sung by a woman's clear voice. The tune is extremely strange and ethereal, imitating the things that the dead souls cried and lamented. Now Ghost sound is completely lost. The Tang Dynasty once flowed into Japan, but Japan has remained to this day. When I went to Japan for academic exchanges the year before, I heard the Ghost sound performance, so I heard it as soon as I heard it."

Only then did I understand what Professor Sun said about "ghost sound". However, regardless of whether the "ghost sound" imitates the ancient music lamented by ghosts, at least it should not appear in this ancient tomb. Wouldn't it really become a veritable "ghost sound"?

The terrifying murals of the Tang Dynasty that I saw along the way, the "ghost sounds" that had been lost for thousands of years, as well as the empty ancient tomb of the "Wuyang King" and the "Dixian Village" that disappeared, only the first half is the real "Miscellaneous Fu of Viewing the Mountain". Countless questions are entangled in one place, and there is no clue at all, making people wonder where to start. It is not easy to steal the "Dan Ding Tian Shu" hidden in the tomb. It is necessary to find a new "breakthrough point" to solve these mysteries.

Thinking of this, Fatty and others looked around, trying to find out the source of the "ghost sound", but the tomb chamber at the end of the tomb passage was as empty as the entire ancient tomb, with only some disgraceful bricks, stones and tiles, or the two vermilion coffins.

The coffin under Professor Sun was still intact, but another lacquer coffin hit the tomb wall. A large hole cracked at the front of the coffin and pressed upside down to the ground. From the cracked casket, a dry and rigid female corpse's arm drooped out. There were jade bracelets and rings on her hands. She was shook by the "Wolf Eye Flashlight" and looked jewel-like, which was particularly eye-catching.

The fat man looked straight and swallowed his saliva and said to me: "Old Hu, Lao Hu, there is a saying: "The remains of the castile people in the deserted village, and the ghosts sing. Could it be that the rice dumplings in the coffin are singing? We might as well light a candle on the spot and open the coffin and pull it out of the coffin to see clearly, so as not to suspect that the dark ghosts become more and more afraid the more they think about it."

I shook my head and said, "This time I entered the coffin gorge and came to the alchemy tripod and the Zhoutian hexagram. It is important to do serious things. It is best not to have any troubles. No matter what the ghost sound is, it has nothing to do with us. If you have any worries, just set a fire to burn these two lacquer coffins."

I kept doing it all the time, and it was not bad for the vague and vague "ghost sound" to be bad, so it would be better to try to pass on the hidden danger in advance. I wanted to go over and set the fire, but when I got closer, I suddenly saw some handwriting on the life board at the bottom of the coffin, so I hurriedly came to me and looked at it carefully.

Shirley Yang saw that I was acting strangely, so he followed me. He focused his mind to identify it for a moment, and read out the inscription hidden at the bottom of the coffin word by word: "The girl is not bad..." Professor Sun lay on the coffin and heard it clearly, and said in surprise: "Is it the content behind the puzzle essay on Guanshan?" He was about to ask something, but Shirley Yang made a ban on everyone's voice: "Shh... there is a sound in the lacquer coffin!"

While Shirley Yang was speaking, I also heard something strange in the coffin. The "ghost sound" that was crying and complaining appeared again. I hurriedly pulled her back. The vague voice was like a "ghost", which made people frightened, but how could a sound come from the coffin?

Master Sun Jiu was shocked by the phenomenon in front of him that violated physical common sense. The cosmic view that had been formed over the years was overturned at this moment. He rolled and slapped off the painted coffin, hid behind me and said, "What is it in the coffin?"

I was indeed a little panicked at first, and then I felt that there were "people" talking in the coffin, which was nothing more than three possibilities. The first was that it was really haunted; the second was that the person in the coffin was not dead and lived until now; the third was that there was a "record" in the coffin. I have never seen any strange things in my life? Only these three things have not been seen. Today I will have a mother-in-law and teach my eyes and ears. In the future, I can have more "talks" to talk with my colleagues, and I cannot show panic at this time, so as not to pass on this emotion to my young sister and Professor Sun. So I told them: "I see that there is probably an old recorder in the coffin that is buried. You can listen to its babbling movements... It is mostly about the play of the little widow crying in the grave."
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