Lao Xu couldn't let go of the doubts about the mirror in his heart, so he used buying the mirror as a threat and asked Jin Buhuan to take him to the well in Anyang again. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info At first, Jin Buhuan didn't do it, took the mirror and went out, and then made up his mind to come back, the two sides said okay, Lao Xu will give another million, Jin Buhuan will go to find a few helpers, there is luck to bring out the things, Lao Xu doesn't want a piece, all belong to Jin Buhan, and go to Anyang to go down the well three months later. After that, Lao Xu sold his house, sold things, borrowed money, made up enough expenses, and went to Anyang.

Gossip aside, Lao Xu and his entourage arrived at the old house, next to the well, Lao Xu was also taken aback, one is that the well platform is mottled, and the dents on the rope have been worn for a long time has been more than a finger deep, and it seems that the age is very old. The second is that the well is surprisingly deep, sixty or seventy meters away from the edge of the well, and the cool air that comes up from the bottom of the well can almost freeze people. So, together with the local helpers found by Jin Buhuan, a group of seven people pulled on the rope and went down the well. Sure enough, about four or five feet away from the well water, there was a small dark hole, high and wide enough for one person to climb into. After crawling about a foot or two, the cave became spacious and one could walk upright. Lao Xu touched the wall of the cave, it was all bluestone, covered with moss, and I don't know how many years of history. But what can be topped with bluestone walls is a tomb road. After walking a few hundred meters inside, there was a faint sound of flowing water, which became clearer and clearer in the deep dark and silent cave. Lao Xu stopped and listened, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, so he stopped Jin Buhuan and asked, "Last time you came down, did you see any living creatures in the cave?" Jin Buhuan thought for a while, shook his head, and said, "I didn't see it, but it may be that I didn't pay attention." "No, in the general cemetery, if there is water flowing through, breathable and good, there must be some snakes, rats and insects, but here, it seems that there is not even a living thing. “

Lao Xu was talking, and suddenly in the sound of the water, there was a faint sound of the guqin breaking through the air, ethereal and sonorous, more and more clear, piercing the eardrums. Jin Buhuan's face changed greatly, and he whispered to Lao Xu, hurry up and find a way around, the last time his brothers were fascinated by the sound of the piano, and they fell off the cliff and died. Lao Xu was puzzled, how could there be a cliff and a broken valley in this tomb, and before he could ask, Jin Buhuan had already led a few people, turned left and right, and walked to the depths of the tomb. When Lao Xu raised his feet again, he suddenly felt that the blood flow all over his body was like coagulation, and his thinking slowed down, and he struggled to walk. The light of the flashlight in his hand also flickered and dimmed, and when it penetrated the water curtain, it was no longer a straight line, but became distorted like a snake. Maybe ten minutes, maybe an hour, or even longer, Lao Xu has been walking slowly in this unreal space, the only thing he can do in this dead silence is to count his steps, and when that strange state fades, he knows that he has taken a total of one hundred and ninety-four steps forward, and these hundred steps are as heavy as walking through life and death.

Walking a little further, the sound of running water and the sound of the piano gradually became inaudible, and Jin Buhuan and the others were sitting by the wall of the tomb, panting, and they all seemed to be physically exhausted. Lao Xu walked up to Jin Buhuan and asked him how he found the fork in the road. Jin Buhuan pointed to the mirror in his hand and told Lao Xu that the place marked with the whirlpool pattern was not far from the water flow and the sound of the piano, and the whirlpool could be bypassed along the deeper pattern. The hidden pattern of this mirror is actually a map of this tomb? Lao Xu felt that this statement was a bit unbelievable, but Jin Buhuan urged Lao Xu to leave quickly, and the Yin Mansion was not far away.

When I heard this story, I couldn't hide my desire to speak at all, and when I thought about it, Chang Ye, the governor of Jiumen, told himself that before he died, the story of Haiyanjing and Xuanmen could not be told, and now there is no restraint, and Lao Xu obviously entered Haiyanjing in Anyang, and I am likely to solve this long-lingering secret. So, the second half of the old Xu family's big living room belonged to me, who was already out of time and space. In my excitement, Lao Xu arranged me into the company of the Ministry of Culture, talked about the many supernatural things in Duanmen, and focused on the terrifying past in the Beijing subway, especially Chang Ye's explanation and speculation of Haiyanjing and Xuanmen, and Lao Xu looked like an old monk who had settled down, and he didn't say a word until I finished speaking. Could it be that Lao Xu didn't meet what Chang Ye experienced? I was a little puzzled, and after a pause, Lao Xu opened his mouth, it turned out that the process of the story was completely different from Chang Ye's.

Lao Xu and Jin Buhuan walked for a while, Jin Buhuan stopped, took out a small metal wine jug, handed it to Lao Xu, and said that it was too cold below, so take a sip of liquor and leave. Lao Xu usually doesn't drink much, but seeing that the guys who Jin Buhuan found took out the wine jug and drank it, his body was indeed bitterly cold, he didn't think much about it, he poured two sips, although his body was immediately warmer, but as soon as he took a step, he felt dizzy, and he saw that the person became a ghost, and his strength was as if he had drained it, and he sat down against the wall weakly. At that moment, Lao Xu suddenly understood that Jin Buwan's wine was wrong. Before he lost consciousness, he saw Jin Buhuan squatting in front of him in a haze, and said to him, "Master Xu, I'm sorry, the last time I came in, I knew that this mirror couldn't do without the Yin House, it was too evil, but I threw it in a lot before and after, and I had to earn it back, didn't you? You really like this mirror, just let it be here with you, I know you have to go to the Yin Mansion to see, but I don't dare to go to the second time, you take care of yourself, if you are lucky to go out, don't bring the mirror out, stay below, I remind you." After speaking, he put the bronze mirror next to Lao Xu and the guys and turned back the same way. And Lao Xu was weak, the sky was spinning, and he fainted.

Speaking of which, Lao Xu stopped, took his cigarette, and stared out the window blankly. That's when I noticed that it was already dark. "Then did you go to the mansion of the underworld?, and how did you come out?, and is there anything wrong with this mirror?" I asked, still with a lot of mysteries in my mind. Lao Xu shook his head, "I know my guts, even if Jin Buwan doesn't take the drug, I may not dare to move forward, and no one wants to try again with that vacuum feeling of losing time." It's not complicated to go out, Jin Buhuan didn't want to really hurt me, but he didn't want to go to the Yin Mansion again, he didn't take me too deep, and I had a mirror in my hand, and it didn't take long to walk back. The evil spirit of the mirror itself is very heavy, after taking the mirror back to Beijing, I have insomnia for a long time, not that I can't sleep, but I dare not sleep, and when I fall asleep, I will dream, the kind of dream that is not your own at all, a stranger's dream, and it is very real. “

I couldn't understand what kind of dream Lao Xu said about strangers, Lao Xu saw my confusion, scratched his head, and continued, "I know this sounds very incomprehensible, for example, I will dream that I will enter the tomb again, and enter that frozen time, and it took a lot of effort to walk, keep walking, walk all the way, come to the side of a river, and hurriedly go to the river to wash my face and drink saliva, but when I saw the reflection in the river, it was not myself but another stranger. For example, sometimes when you start dreaming, you know that it is not your dream, the environment in the dream, the name of the person in the dream, and the way the person in the dream behaves is not you at all. I nodded, understanding what Lao Xu meant, but how did these dreams that didn't belong to me come about, and were they really related to the translucent mirror?

"At that time, I was haunted by these dreams, I could sleep for more than ten hours a day, and I would not wake up, and I would go to some places and meet some strangers for some reason. To a place that has never been before, but is extremely familiar with that place. At that time, it was rumored in the circle that I had gone back to my big eyes, and my family wealth had been lost, and I didn't dare to mix in the circle anymore, which is actually how I came from. When it is more powerful, he often sleepwalks, and he can walk more than ten miles when he goes out, and he will chat with others during the day, and suddenly he is unconscious, and he stands up and walks out, and speaks some dialects of Henan and Shanxi. Later, I really didn't dare to go out, and I always felt that one day, this dream would not wake up, and I would become a different person. Not long after, the marriage was divorced, and the daughter-in-law felt that she was a stranger sleeping next to her every day, and she couldn't stand it. At that time, my master, monk, and immortal Dao saw countless people, except for saying that I had hit the evil, there was no other way, and I slowly felt that these were all related to the mirror, put the mirror away, and the symptoms were better. Later, I wrote down all the dreams I could recall in a notebook, writing, and writing that I didn't even have my own handwriting. At that moment, I was really scared. It can be seen that those things have a great impact on Lao Xu, and even when he mentions it now, his whole body will tremble unconsciously. Lao Xu lit a cigarette again, paused for a while, and then said, "Fortunately, later, a classmate of mine, an expert in psychological counseling at Anzhen Hospital, helped me do a period of psychological adjustment, hypnosis, and drug therapy, and then I came back to life." “

Lao Xu took out the white brocade, wrapped the translucent mirror, put it back in the wooden box, patted me on the shoulder, and said to himself, "Xiaojie, what happened to Chang Ye is very similar to me, I don't understand the matter of feng shui, the Haiyan Well he said, the Xuanmen should be what I met in Anyang, and your jar in Jinnan should also be related to this, but how is my insomnia good later? So, those symbols are evil, and you don't want to track them down. I nodded, but thought to myself, if I don't check, I can't stop it from coming to me. I looked out the window, it was late at night, and I was tired from seeing that Lao Xu was also tired, so I took my leave.

Lao Xu sent me to the door, looking like he wanted to say something, I was very strange, but he returned to the house, took out a photocopy of the mirror book manuscript and a notebook, handed it to me, shook his head and smiled and said, "I still understand your temper, you are modest on the outside, but in fact you are stubborn, you can't keep it right, and you have to find out the reason, this mirror book may help a little." The notebook recorded my strange dreams, you may be useful in the future" I took the mirror and the notebook, and asked him, "Lao Xu, have you been to the Yin Mansion, have you figured out whether the casting process of the translucent mirror has been transmitted to the Song Dynasty?" Lao Xu sighed lightly and said. Looking at the broken porcelain you brought, I suddenly had a guess that if these symbols really represent an amazing feng shui secret as Chang Ye said, then someone must want to hide or cover it up, so the mirror itself is from the Han Dynasty, and when it needs to be covered, it becomes a Liao mirror. But it's not a good thing that people know too much. Lao Xu flipped through the mirror and pointed to a handwritten phone number on the back, "If you are entangled in insomnia in the future, call this person, of course, I hope you will never use this number." “