Twenty years later, Zhang Ren, who is over forty years old, already has two sons under his knees, and the eldest Zhang Bing has also taken the college entrance examination, and his exam results are not bad, majoring in archaeology, which can be regarded as a son inheriting his father's business.

One day, I had nothing to do to chat with Zhou Yangguang, this Mr. Zhou was amazing, with the silk book back then, mixed with the position of a professor of history at Beijing University, and the entrance and exit seemed to be full of books.

As a professor at Beijing University, naturally I can't run all over the world like before, I am older, no matter how good my spirit is, my body and bones can't keep up, the cold air that used to go to the ground seeped out from the cracks in my bones, and I don't even need to blow the air conditioner on a hot day, and I feel that my skin and flesh are cold.

Zhang Ren's family is on the edge of Beijing University, when the older generation had a vision, he got a school district house early, he is now guarding his son, thinking that the quality of teaching here is better, and the child can be nurtured from an early age, so he moved here early.

The tomb robber family sounds good, but in fact, the population is thin, maybe it is like what the older generation said, this matter is detrimental to Yin virtue, so to be able to have a son to inherit the lineage, basically do not ask for anything else.

Zhang Ren and his brother are not close, they are cousins, that kid is not as bold as Zhang Ren, since he suffered a crime, he no longer dares to go down, and the relationship between brothers is not so close.

Zhou Yangguang is different, he is the best in the same generation, he is the best in this industry, and he naturally has something to talk to Zhang Ren.

He has long stopped going to the ground, and he can only say something that sounds like Chen Sesame rotten grain in Zhang Ren, the two of them sit in the garden of the community, one person has a small Maza, and there is also a feeling of sitting in the courtyard, chattering about those stories.

During this time period, those who go to school go to school and those who go to work go to work, occasionally some old men and old ladies who don't go to work don't want to take their grandchildren for a walk under the sun, so only these two brothers who are not afraid of the sun and are afraid of not having enough yang sit in the shade and chat.

“...... Have you watched the auction two days ago?" chatting about his children, Zhou Yangguang bragged about the students' respect and admiration for him, and after changing the topic, he asked about the auction.

Zhang Ren knew what he was talking about, there were a lot of things that a group of them brought out from that underground palace back then, only the seven repressive things were hard to find in the world, the first one was the drum, this name is still said in the silk book, and the role of this thing may be known to few people.

Kui is an ancient beast in myths and legends, with only one leg, and if it enters and exits the water, it will cause a storm. After the Yellow Emperor captured Kui, with its skin to make a drum, its bone for a mallet, and Chi You in a battle, beat the Kui drum, the sound shook a hundred miles, and finally won a big victory.

Everyone in the world said that this is a legend, and they never thought that there really was such a drum, and it could not be beaten by other drumsticks.

Yes, at that time, the only thing that was suppressed was this drum, and there was no drumstick, and this drum was not as huge as imagined, and it seemed that it could not reach the scale of the snare drum in ancient times, so many people doubted it.

"I didn't expect He Nai to be really willing. Zhou Yangguang asked himself, if he took that thing, he would not sell it anyway, but would only use it as a collection and leave it to his descendants in the future, which is also a kind of mythical evidence.

In fact, the existence of that silk book confirms that in the era of the Yellow Emperor and Chiyou, there was actually a more rapidly advanced country, if it was not for a certain "national teacher", I am afraid that there would be nothing to do with the Yellow Emperor.

The history of that era almost does not exist, it is all myths and legends, if it weren't for the fact that the silk book is really mysterious, it is also the kind of material that is inviolable, plus the handwriting on it has its own specifications, not everyone can easily arrange it, and it will not cause such a big sensation.

"His family has no money, and he can't give up what else he can do, this thing can't knock, and it takes up space when it's placed. Zhang Ren didn't have a good heat-resistant physique like Zhou Yangguang, so he moved the fan next to him, blew it on himself, and drank a big sip of cold water, and the ice in the ice basin in front of the fan was half-melted.

This year, no family will have a good time, the He family is at the bottom of their family, and the investment in the first two years was wrong, and now it is not to eat the old capital.

Compared with those rare antiques that you can know at a glance, this drum is not small, but in fact, it is not much use, although the drum skin is not rotten for thousands of years, it seems to be a little special, but it is too special, and not many people believe it.

After the news of the auction was released, it was a reason, maybe there were really people who were stupid and had a lot of money who would buy it as an object collection.

In fact, there is no shortage of that kind of person anywhere in this world, who can't spend it all their lives while lying on the pile of money, so they can only change their ways to lose, and then rely on this to show off and satisfy their vanity.

So, the final auction price of that drum really became a sky-high price, hundreds of millions? Zhang Ren didn't care too much about this.

"Hey. Zhou Yangguang rubbed Zhang Ren with his elbow and whispered, "Have you ever thought about it, let's go back and have a look? In the past few years, I have always thought of this, what do you say is the middle one?"

Back then, Xuan Yin made it clear that there were a total of nine array eyes, so in addition to the eight array eyes corresponding to the eight pseudo-tombs outside, the one in the center was the most precious, I don't know what kind of thing it would be.

After coming out, Zhou Yangguang also inquired with those people about what they saw and heard, but none of them were the same, and one road was still full of illusions, if it weren't for the amulet that was always hot and reminded, even they themselves were not sure if they could go to the right path, and they couldn't remember what they were going to do.

Such a magical place, such a magical formation, the more you study and understand, the more you can't suppress that curiosity.

Zhou Yangguang asked himself that he had been to many places in his life, not to mention the underground palace at the bottom of the sea, it was more mysterious, he had not seen it, but those places could not be compared with here, is it because in ancient times it was really a powerful Yunyun, so he was able to lay down this kind of rare treasure?

Zhang Ren's heart moved, saying that it was false that he didn't want to see it, in fact, he thought about it a lot more than Zhou Yangguang, but ...... Shaking his head, he smiled bitterly and said, "I still have two amulets here, and I have used a lot of them over the years, but these two, should we just go?"

"Ahem, I'm just curious, otherwise, let's not go in, let's take a look outside. Zhou Yangguang retracted his head, the two of them were not safe.

"It should be okay to realize it there, hasn't it become a tourist area? Those experts are also useless, such a big array has not seen anything, and said that the pseudo-tomb is the tomb of the Western Zhou Dynasty, get the ball, the tomb of the Western Zhou Dynasty is like that? I don't know how to learn archaeology!"

Zhou Yangguang scolded as he spoke, on other things, he may still be a little stunned, after all, his half bottle of water is all loose, it really can't compare to those experts, but when it comes to looking at the tomb, it's not him who blows, and how many are more powerful than him?

Zhang Ren didn't speak, and listened to Zhou Yangguang belittled those experts with a smile, maybe it was the occupational disease of being a professor in the past few years, Zhou Yangguang's mouth cannon is getting more and more powerful, and it is well-founded and well-organized, which still sounds quite interesting.

The two of them chatted in the garden for a long time, and finally went back to their respective homes, Zhang Ren didn't put this matter at ease, went home and saw that the eldest son did not come back and asked, I heard that the trip went, patted my head before I remembered, I forgot that the child said that he was going to play after the college entrance examination.

**In the mountains of the region, Zhang Bing led a group of friends to the mountains, and told them about his father's adventure while walking, the friends are all in a circle, for this action plan for a long time, no one knows less than anyone, Uncle Zhou's big mouth is poured out, they all know.

They are naturally not interested in being discovered, but here, because they didn't know it clearly, Zhou Yangon kept chattering, which made these young people also curious and wanted to come and go.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, so a few people prepared their equipment according to the cat's drawing, found the direction, and began to dig a thief hole with a few shovels, and cleaned up a road down in style......

In the dark green hole, the glow is a tree in the center, not big, about a person high, the branches and leaves are not dense, the tree has some faint blue, the strange light looks like it is poisonous, but the leaves are too good-looking, green, and luster, as if made of jade.

There is also a bud-like thing in the heart of the tree, the lower half is red, the more red the stem, the deeper it is, the stem is almost black, but the tip is snow-white, and there seems to be a faint fragrance.

Zhang Bing looked at the tree blankly, not even noticing that he was approaching the tree step by step......

"Ayu, don't mess around. ”

The soft shouting stopped in Zhang Bing's ears, he shook his head, and then looked, only to see a monk sitting cross-legged under the tree, it should be a monk, he was wearing a monk's robe, but his hair was black and long, naturally draped behind him, his eyebrows were soft, he was holding a rosary in one hand, and holding it in front of his chest in the other, at this time he was looking up at him, the corners of his mouth hooked, revealing a smile, "It's the son of the old man, it's not fun here, go back quickly." ”

Along the way, all the friends around him were scattered, Zhang Bing remembered the difficult and dangerous mechanisms on the road, and became more and more curious about this person, and wanted to ask a little more, how did he get in, why didn't he go out, what was he doing here? What was the tree next to him? Also, what did he mean by "son of the old man"?

"If someone asks Xuanyin, please tell me that there will be another ten years. The monk folded his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.

With this sound, Zhang Bing only felt that the vision in front of him was quickly swept away, the speed was dizzying, and when he came to his senses again, somehow, it was outside the underground palace, the shovel was still there, the backpack was still there, but the hole in the ground was gone, and the friends who were scattered around because of the mechanism were lying crookedly next to them, and some of them still had some injuries on their bodies, but they were all bruises, and it didn't seem to matter.

"This, what's going on?" Zhang Bing was shocked in his heart, he clearly remembered those, but ...... Pick up the shovel and quickly shovel a few times in the place where the hole was dug and it was not hollow, so ...... Could it be time rewind? No, it can't be, the memory is still there, so ......

After thinking about it and thinking about it, there was no conclusion, and in the end they went home honestly, such a strange thing, they are still young, and they have not yet lost their lives and have the consciousness to know the truth.

After returning home and telling his father about the matter, Zhang Bing asked with some curiosity: "Xuanyin, it sounds like a monk's name, who is it?"

Zhang Ren also came from this time, naturally knew that he couldn't blindly reprimand, thought about it, talked about the matter briefly, and joked: "If this talisman wasn't safe and sound, I'm afraid I would have thought that it wasn't my son who came back, but a monster who didn't know what it was, and I didn't dare to think about what kind of existence it was in the dungeon." ”

This conversation between father and son made Zhang Bing's heart awe-inspiring, and when he looked at his former friends, he always felt that they were a little strange, they were not from the same university, and then they became more and more estranged.

Even though he studied archaeology, four years later, Zhang Bing stayed in school as a teacher, and did not really engage in archaeology, but recorded his father's various experiences in his spare time with great interest, compiled them into a book, and later published them, and became famous.

Just when the book was made into a movie and staged for the first time, Zhang Bing met the monk Xuanyin again.

He shaved his head again and changed into a new monk's robe, although it was a gray color, and it was not the bearing of a robe, but that person, even if he was wearing leggings, still had a fluttering bearing, which was difficult to describe and very suspicious.

"Look, this is my eldest son Zhang Bing, you have seen it, thanks to you, otherwise I don't know where to find this kid. Zhang Ren now has some elder bearing, his hair is gray, and there are folds on his face that can't be concealed when he laughs, "This kid is not doing his job, he is a good professor, and he has to write a book, and the book he wrote is really ...... You will know when you read it, how do I think the mystery is written about you, but it is not well written, don't laugh when you read it. ”

"I haven't seen anyone write about me, so I have to check it out. Xuan Yin said with a smile, his face was very young, as if it was still the same as it was back then, and there was not much change, which made Zhang Ren wonder as early as when they first met.

Xuanyin didn't hide it, and said directly, this is all the credit of Nazhilan Yushu.

The suppressive thing above the eye of the central array is the Zhilan jade tree, all people do not think that the plant is alive, even if the Zhilan jade tree is so special, just like Cordyceps, the people who set up the array are only used as a dead thing, and the result is stimulated by the resentment in the array, for a long time, this Zhilan jade tree also has a soul, its root system is developed, firmly controlling the entire array, and there is resentment to provide nutrition, and the burial brings blood food, if the yin and evil bloody qi really makes it "live", it is a big disaster.

Fortunately, the monk who strayed into the law at that time set an example, and used the Dharma every day to resolve the resentment in the array, and the resentful soul of the resentment was connected to the Zhilan Yushu was also influenced by the Dharma, not to be extremely evil and bloodthirsty, and later Xuanyin was accompanied by Xuanyin day by day, although his Buddhism is not as good as the monk Xuantong, but the spiritual power is far superior to the monk, the day is long, after being able to communicate with the Zhilan Yushu, he will tell it a little bit about the sophistication of the world.

Its spiritual wisdom is born from people, and it is logical to listen to these things again, and from not understanding to reasoning.

When this naughty "bad boy" knew the severity and the souls in the big array were all over, Xuan Yin left the dungeon, which can be regarded as the true fulfillment of the great wish.

Zhilan Yushu was about the same existence as the spirit of heaven and earth in ancient times, although Xuanyin never took it for his own use, but he was accompanied by it day by day, in the end, he was edified, and later drank Zhilan nectar, that thing seems to be able to resist aging, or return to youth, and after coming out, he looked in the mirror, and Xuanyin himself was shocked.

"Thank you Zhang Shizhu for taking care of Huishan Temple all these years. Hyun Yin said and bowed.

Huishan Temple is like his hometown, the first time he came back to see, although it has been a long time, the old monk has long since passed away, and the curb has long been vulgar and gone, but there are still people cleaning the room from time to time, he asked the people under the mountain, knowing that the incense here is still not good, it is a boss surnamed Zhang who hired someone to clean up often, so as not to let the temple be deserted.

Who else could the boss surnamed Zhang have besides Zhang Ren, Xuan Yin knew in his heart, and it happened that the Zhang family came to invite, so he came over.

Zhang Ren has always done things properly, and after talking about the old days with Xuan Yin, he took out a document bag and gave the contents to Xuan Yin.

"Back then, the master was bent on the right path, I didn't have anything to do here, so I simply did these identities, Master Guihong is a master outside the world, maybe I didn't think about this, since I thought of it, I did it, and I hope the master doesn't mind me transgressing, this is also our mind, I was able to come out back then, thanks to the master. ”

Zhang Ren said sincerely, obviously he was also a big boss, but he didn't see any momentum at all, and his every move seemed to put himself in a very low position, sincerely.

Xuanyin smiled and took it, this thing is still important to him, if you want to survive in modern society, you must have an ID card.

When I opened it, Zhang Ren did things really properly, he not only gave Xuan Yindu, but also put the name of the host of Huishan Temple on his body, and directly hung that place under the name of Huishan Temple, which was obviously a big piece of industry for nothing.

Xuanyin didn't refuse, no matter how the Dharma was mysterious, he was also a person, it was indispensable to eat, drink and Lazar, these always cost money, he didn't mind not being able to repay the favor, and left a few spirit talismans when he left, which he drew later, compared to the original talisman, the power is naturally not ordinary.

Zhang Ren left him two sentences, and when he saw that he couldn't keep them, he personally drove him back. He also has his own careful thoughts, and can spend thirty years to exhaust the resentment of the underground palace, such a monk can be described as a high monk, so he naturally has to be flattered, especially for people like them, who can't say when there will be evil spirits coming to the door, and when the time comes, there will be a place to find someone.

Xuan Yin didn't know anything about this, and after he returned to the temple, he began to close the temple door, regardless of the gradually growing mountain road outside the door, and when the gate opened again, the Huishan Temple was still so small, but there was an ancient tree in the courtyard that looked like a withered tree, and a sign hung in front of the tree on the almost half-bald branches - "Thousand years of history, please do not climb."

In the heat wave, the ancient tree twisted its waist, Xuanyin, who was standing under the tree, smiled, reached out and touched the trunk, the rough skin was like a thick carapace, wrapped in layers of rare treasures - this is the world on the ground, take a good look, its beauty and ugliness are not so simple. 166 Reading Network