"Co-authoring the crane is to let the consciousness draw lots on its own?"

"Almost...... That's what it means. Eight? One Middle School ? Wenwang ???.? ８?１?”

Talking and talking, I always feel that there is a little bit of a taste, how can I say more and more like the ancient burial people, after the disconnection of the generation, it is best to be a young person, almost every one of them is in line. When I was thinking about it, I hadn't been able to think so clearly, but as soon as I said it, it seemed that some invisible knots were suddenly untied.

Qin Chuyi and I had the same opinion, thought about it carefully, suddenly patted his head, looked at me with round eyes and said, "You say, it shouldn't be in the Ming Tombs......

I was startled, and suddenly I felt something hit in my head. This inference seems to have some truth. There must be a burial pit near the emperor's mausoleum, so now, do we have to carry a hoe to the Ming Tombs scenic area to dig the soil? Even if you don't get caught by the police and security, you will be treated as a psychopath......

The brain made up the scene, and almost didn't laugh out loud.

"I say, be serious." Qin Chuyi didn't think it was funny, and poked my head with his finger, "There are only a few burial pits in the Ming Tombs, all of which have been dug up and protected, so the crane shouldn't have picked such a conspicuous place." ”

Also, if it's that simple, it's a bit too hasty. But since I thought of the Ming Tombs, maybe the direction is right, try to see if you can continue to dig deeper.

"Where are the Ming Tombs, what else is there besides the emperor's tomb?" I suddenly asked, "I mean, how about Feng Shui?" ”

Qin Chuyi's originally frowning body suddenly sat up, turned on his phone and began to search: "I understand what you mean, I'll take a look first." ”

That's what it says on the webpage. The Ming Tombs were built in the seventh year of Yongle, that is, in 14o9. In order to seek an auspicious cemetery, Ming Chengzu gathered a lot of feng shui masters, and finally found a large * mountain in Changping, after Zhu Di's personal investigation and confirmation, it was named "Tianshou Mountain". After that, the twelve generations of Ming Dynasty emperors buried themselves here.

But now many feng shui masters have proposed that the feng shui of the Ming Tombs is not good, and there are even some "bad omens". But after generations of people know that the royal mausoleum is buried here, in order to win the wealth and wealth of future generations, some people will definitely take advantage of the loopholes to bury themselves nearby. It can also be regarded as a "dragon spirit". It would be great if a young man had died of a violent illness at this time and had been placed nearby by his family.

Therefore, the person that the crane is looking for is not in the Ming Tombs, but may also be near it.

"Can you find out who is buried nearby?" I leaned my head over. Staring at the road.

Qin Chuyi shook his head, stretched out one hand and touched my head very naturally: "Ancient times are not as good as modern times, it is impossible to tell others where you are buried, and generally only your own family knows." If someone else changes the feng shui, it will be a bad thing. ”

Indeed it is. I'm a little gloomy, if I can't find a trace of information on the Internet, just think about it, unless I turn the whole city of Beijing upside down, and don't try to find that target person, in this way. It's a big deal.

This day was tossed hard enough, a lot of brain cells died, I hunched down and lay down, my head resting on Qin Chuyi's arm, I faintly felt that his arm trembled slightly, and it seemed that he was still sliding the phone.

"They all said they couldn't find it on the Internet, what are you still watching?" I closed my eyes and didn't have much strength to speak.

"Profile," he said to himself, looking down and kissing me on the head. "You go to sleep first, I'll watch for a while."

My eyelids were so heavy that I snorted in my nose, and I didn't know if I was making a sound. Hit the ground and fell asleep. Nowadays, sleep is better than day by day, and even dreams are gone, I really don't know if this is a good thing, a good thing, a bad thing.

I slept in a daze, and I felt that the person next to me was constantly moving, going to bed for a while and going down for a while, and the quilt was lifted and closed several times. After repeating it a few times, I felt a little uncomfortable, and squinted at Qin Chuyi on the side.

Strange, what about people?

As soon as he touched the air, his heartbeat seemed to have missed half a beat, and he quickly opened his eyes and saw that he was sitting upright on the desk on the side, and the mobile phone was sitting on the desk lamp in front of him, while burying his head in writing something, and the hanging heart finally let go.

I took the clothes from the bedside table and put them on, but I didn't dare to put on my shoes, for fear of startling him, and tiptoed to the desk. Qin Chuyi wrote seriously, and I really didn't realize that I was already awake. After a while, he suddenly put down his pen, turned back to me and smiled, "Wake up." ”

I stopped, and the little expression of my sinister eyes was reflected off the screen of my phone*.

His eyes were bloodshot, red like a rabbit, and the dark circles under his eyes were up, and his skin was white, which could be seen at a glance. I felt distressed, pulled him and said, "Let's sleep for a while." ”

He grabbed my hand on the back of his hand with his backhand: "I'm not tired, I'll write for a while, I'll have a clue." ”

Looking up at the white paper on the desk, there are bits and pieces of words written on it with a black signature pen, which at first glance look like names, stacked vertically and arranged in a column. But the name is not so long, it should be the title of the book or something, and there are arrow-like symbols in the middle, which has some traces of logical thinking, but many words have been crossed out and have been excluded.

"What is this?" I asked, pointing to the top rank.

Qin Chuyi put down his pen, leaned back on the chair and stretched: "Who is buried near Tianshou Mountain, these nets will not tell you directly, but there will always be a record, after all, this is the dragon vein of the imperial tomb, it is not easy to be buried here, it must be specially found by Mr. Feng Shui." So I decided to start with Feng Shui. ”

It sounded quite reasonable, and I suddenly came to my senses, pulled up a stool, and sat down to listen to him continue.

"Our Qin family started to enter the industry from the generation of my grandfather Qin Sanyou, and we are considered a junior in the world of feng shui, and we are not as good as those who are not in the climate. From the Qing Dynasty to the modern border, the soldiers were in chaos, the people were displaced, sick and died, and there were many people who died on the battlefield. ”

"At the height of the Ming Dynasty, the people did not dare to blatantly lean on the imperial tomb. Later, the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, and Ming didn't do anything, but he slaughtered the city in private. Although the fall of the Ming Dynasty seems to be a bit unlucky, the people are still the people, and whoever has been the emperor is powerful, so at this time, there are more people who rely on the edge of the imperial mausoleum. ”

Feng Shui Master. Most of them were inherited from the master, and some of the apprentices were very serious, and they would write down the master's words and deeds in a notebook, which could later be compiled into a book. This is how the Analects of Confucius, the great sage, came about. So what Qin Chuyi is looking for on the Internet now is that those times are probably between the Ming and Qing dynasties, and Mr. Feng Shui's notes are very likely to have the clues we want.

"It's a pity, I looked around. Either it has been tampered with by later generations, and it has become a monster, or it has been lost, and there are only a few fragments left in the museum. ”

I pulled the piece of paper to the door and roughly swept my eyes. Indeed, most of these books have never heard of their names, and if they did, they would have been hidden by later generations. After all, the country has been eroded culturally for several years, and many valuable things have been lost and destroyed.

I read it once, and I didn't think it was interesting. Pushed back again. But as soon as I pushed it halfway, I seemed to remember something, pulled it over and put it in front of me again.

"Why, do you know?" Qin Chu turned his head to look at me, but I didn't say anything.

It stands to reason that none of these books have anything to do with me, and I shouldn't have that sense of déjà vu. But it's like that bead, hidden in a pile of stones, I can just feel its presence, and in the mess of titles. There was also a pair of invisible hands that grabbed my collar, as if to say, look closely. Am I not right here?

yes, isn't it right here! I got excited, picked up the pen on the table and copied it on the side again. It was a book title that had been crossed out by Qin Chuyi, and the three bars on it seemed to be in a hurry to judge and cut off the name.

Qin Chu leaned over and read along with my strokes, word by word.

"Megumi ...... Clan...... Blame...... Sniff...... Assemble...... Copy? ”

"Yes. That's it. I asked him, "What is the origin of this book?" ”

It's a long story, Qin Chuyi briefly explained it to me.

This Wyeth, whose full name is Hui Youfang, is the same as Qin Chu's family in the previous generation, and is regarded as a feng shui master who became a monk halfway, known as the fortune teller Hui San. This Hui San has the habit of recording, and he likes to write a diary until now, what ghosts he has driven away today, and where he will go to see feng shui tomorrow, all of which are written clearly and clearly. Later, the Hui family fell into the middle of the road, and the son did not inherit his father's business, but took out his old father's handbook and copied a few copies with slight modifications and sold them on the market to make a living.

In Wyeth's book, there is a volume called "Tibetan Theory", which has been changed homophonically in order not to conflict with the "Funeral Sutra" written by Guo Pu of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. This volume is the diary left by Lao Hui to show people feng shui all his life, which is very consistent with our purpose this time.

"This book was also a little famous at the time, and many people read and played with it after going to the toilet, but after reading it once, it was considered to have been read, either folded in the stove or under the desk. It's not that I said, some people on the Internet said that they had seen those books at home, and the stories were fun, but the writing was really poor, and I couldn't read it. ”

I nodded slowly, agreeing with him, my eyes still resting on those words. No, no, no, no, I've definitely seen it somewhere.

Racking my brains, all of a sudden, a picture flashed in front of my eyes, and it was so fast that I passed before I could see it clearly.

No, no, do it again, I can......

I put down the pen and paper, rested on the stool with my legs bent, and buried my head in my knees. Qin Chuyi just wanted to ask me, but I raised my hand to stop him.

Let me think about it, where must I have seen it......

"Wu's study!" I roared loudly, because of excitement, my arms trembled a little, and my eyes sparkled like gold, Qin Chu was stunned for three seconds, and before he could react, there was a voice next door.

"In the middle of the night, who doesn't sleep!" Then, there was the sound of three heavy knocks on the wall.

I squinted and saw that it was already past one o'clock in the morning, but I was not sleepy at all, and the little secret covered with sand had been dug up by me little by little, waiting to be uprooted the next day.

****

The business world of Liulichang starts at about 9 o'clock in the morning. I found a breakthrough, and I didn't have to get up too early, and finally slept the most restful sleep in the past few days, and even when I got up, my body felt full of strength.

I always thought that we were the first wave of people here, but when we went in, there were already a lot of people walking around, gathering here and there, shaking their heads and smacking. We didn't have the heart to look at the bustle on the side, and went straight to the alley of Wu's study.

Wu's study is not on Liulichang Street, and you have to turn a little into a small bend, like an alley. The people here opened later than on the street, and many of the shops yawned and just opened the sliding doors, when they saw the two of us rushing to that end in a hurry.

"Lao Wu's house is not open!" The shopkeeper on the side saw that we were in time and kindly prompted.

Strange, how do they know where we are going to Lao Wu? I looked down at my hand, on it was the bibliography that Qin Chuyi sorted out yesterday, and on the side was a few words that I copied from Wyeth's Anecdotes, circled it several times, and then hit an arrow on the other side of the words "Wu's Study".

From such a distance, you can see what I write on the paper at a glance, and the eyes of the bosses of these glass factories are really poisonous. I smiled at him as if I thanked him, and folded the paper in half and stuffed it into my bag.

The time was close to half past nine, and the door of Wu's study was still closed. It just so happened that there was a small market-like storefront near the alley opposite, and there was a breakfast seller at the door, so Qin Chuyi and I walked over and bought two special baked cakes, and sat down on the small bench erected at the entrance of the store. The baked cake is a puff pastry, and it is fragrant when you bite it, Qin Chu eats it faster, and it disappears in three or two clicks.

He saw that I was eating slowly, and pointed to the city inside: "I'll buy you a bottle of water." ”

After a few minutes, I just didn't see Qin Chuyi come out. I said in my heart that I could buy water for so long, so it shouldn't be someone who has fine skin and tender meat. Standing up and about to look for him, he saw a wooden stick exposed in the small shop of Dou Da.

In broad daylight, what about closing the door and beating the dog? I was a little apprehensive, and sat back again, until I saw Qin Chuyi, that guy, walking out leisurely with a hoe on his shoulder, still humming a little song in his mouth.

"You...... Is this going to farm? ”

Qin Chuyi shook the hoe in his hand a few times, and two words came out: "Inverted bucket." ”

The breakfast I just ate almost didn't squirt. There are a lot of cameras on the side of the glass factory, and you are carrying a hoe alone and shouting that you are going to the inverted fight, you are really not afraid that the police will arrest you. Just as he wanted to say a few words to him, he pointed to the other side and suddenly spoke.

"Now, it's open." (To be continued.) )xh:.218.2o4.13