A blue-gray cloth hexagram and a pair of mille-feuille shoes.

Although my head was lowered, I recognized him at a glance.

It's just that today's uncle has been dried up and down into a dried corpse.

Apparently, he had been dead for at least a year.

And the location of this cave happens to be the location of a wind outlet.

The furnishings in the house are too simple, and there is a table for tea next to the bed.

Even the teacups are still on them, but there is no tea in them, and some are just full of dust.

I came to the uncle, looked at the dead uncle, and there was no need to say anything about the feelings in my heart.

I felt very uncomfortable, but I couldn't cry.

Maybe I've been crying too much with my mother.

"Uncle, what the hell is going on here?"

I shouted softly and reached out to touch the uncle.

At this time, the four-winged cicada fluttered its wings and flew over and landed on the top of the uncle's bowed head.

There was a chirping sound from my mouth, and my hand that was about to help my uncle stopped at this moment.

Poisonous?

My eyes narrowed slightly, I took a step back, looked cautiously at my uncle's corpse, and didn't take the initiative to move.

But just looking at it, of course, it is impossible.

I said to the four-winged cicada, "Is there something on Uncle?" ”

"Can you get it out?"

As if they could understand what I was saying, the four-winged cicada chirped twice and was just about to fly.

Uncle's head suddenly lifted.

As I lifted it, I saw two red things fly out of the uncle's two hollow eye sockets.

In this regard, I had already prepared, and I hit it with one foot, and immediately pulled one of the red things in half.

The other red light was absorbed by the four-winged green cicada.

I looked at the four-legged snake that was broken in two, rolling on the ground, and I couldn't help but be shocked.

This is, the four-legged golden snake.

This kind of thing is something that only connoisseurs who use poison will carry with them and cultivate it in a big way.

The four-legged golden snake is a general term for a type of snake, which is distinguished by three colors: black, red, and gold.

Black is the cheapest, and the toxins are not as good as red and gold, but they are more abundant.

Red, scarce in quantity, the toxin is so powerful that it only takes a few drops to poison an elephant.

The nemesis is the colorful cockscomb blood, and the two can basically be said to be the most poisonous and the most pure yang.

And gold, that's the symbol of the dragon.

Although everyone knew that it would only end up being a golden lizard.

But in the southern Xinjiang area, some people still believe that this four-legged golden snake is the incarnation of the dragon.

The golden four-legged snake is a kind of dilute poison, although it also has toxins on its body, it is full of treasures, and it can also help the owner refine Gu, find Gu, and so on.

That's right, there is only one kind of thing that people have.

Over there are Gu cultivators in the 100,000 mountains of southern Xinjiang, and the four-legged golden snake is a big help for him.

Gu cultivators, unlike Gu poisoners, are generally only responsible for raising Gu people, which can be regarded as a merchant profession playing with Gu.

They live in the mountains for a long time all year round and never come into contact with the outside world, and many people of the three sects and nine streams want to obtain rare Gu things from this kind of person, it can be said that it is difficult to climb to the sky.

It's just that even if I think about it, I can't understand why the people in southern Xinjiang would interfere with things in the feng shui circle?

Could it be that this also has something to do with grandpa?

Then he is an old man, he can't offend people too much, right?

The four-winged cicada had already penetrated through the uncle's empty eyes, and flew out not long after entering.

When it flew out, the uncle's head fell again.

I don't even have to guess, I already know that my uncle's body has been hollowed out.

Because, one of the steps in cultivating a four-legged golden snake is to reproduce in a dead corpse.

I knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Uncle three times, and got up to carry his body out.

It's just that as I moved his body, there was a soft sound that caught my attention.

It was a few copper coins that had fallen from the uncle's dry hand.

Scattered on the bed, I only glanced at it and understood.

Uncle was not killed by a sneak attack, but voluntarily.

Uncle not only looks great, but also has a relative study of fortune-telling and divination.

The copper coin that fell on the bed is a dead hexagram, a hexagram with no solution.

The reason why I can see the meaning of this hexagram at a glance is because the uncle is now holding a broken turtle shell in his hand.

Uncle told me that most of the so-called fortune telling is based on Zhou Yi and the five elements.

In fact, it is not, the real hexagram calculation of the fate of the heavens and several bodies relies on the combination of Hetuluo and the stars.

And the turtle shell is one of the ways, when the uncle hexagrams, he likes to combine the turtle shell and the copper coin with each other, which plays a mutual corroborating effect.

And that fragment of a turtle shell has proved that this hexagram is a hexagram of mortality.

The magic weapon was shattered, and the hexagram was exhausted, and the uncle knew that he was powerless to return to the sky.

Seeing this, I can't actually do anything, my mind is completely muddy now.

I don't know what's going on here.

I don't know what happened in the intervening three years.

I don't know what happened to me.

But what I do know is that I will figure out these things one by one, and even eventually figure out my grandfather's death and Mr. Wu's death thoroughly.

The ultimate goal is to find out what kind of existence my Coffin Mountain School and my Coffin Mountain Feng Shui is.

Why, everyone is eyeing this, and everyone wants to come up and get a piece of the pie!

In the end, I even swept away all the traces of the existence of everyone around me, and found nothing.

It's as if Uncle has become the last grave keeper here.

Finally, at noon, I took the four-winged cicada, took the iron and hoe I found, and came to my grandfather's grave.

And the uncle put me on a rock and leaned against it.

At this time, I didn't have any tools to make a coffin, so I wanted to bury my uncle with the means of their Kowloon secret guards.

If the grandfather is in the coffin, then choose to press the coffin and bury it.

Uncle is grandpa's own son, so naturally nothing will happen.

And if grandpa is not in the coffin, then I will put the uncle's body in the coffin, overtake him, and then rush back to Jin City as soon as possible.

As soon as I said it, I rolled up my sleeves and began to dig the grave.

When I was taking a break and wanted to smoke a cigarette, I remembered that I was wearing a shroud, and I had no pockets at all, let alone any cigarettes.

At this time, the weather is not too hot, but after a busy time, I still sweat a little.

I habitually turned my head to look at the body of my uncle, leaning against the stone.

It wasn't a big deal, but when I turned my head for the second time, something suddenly came to mind.

Just now, the copper coin fell from one of the uncle's hands.

But the uncle's hexagram is usually used with both hands, what is in the other hand?

Thinking of this, I threw down the half-dug hoe and came to the uncle.

Seeing that the uncle's other hand was clutched to death, he didn't notice this situation at all when he moved the body just now.

I just want the uncle to enter the ground as soon as possible.

But now the more I look at it, the more wrong it becomes.

Because, all cultivators know the most basic thing.

That is, the heavenly way of cause and effect cycle, there is life and death, and there is death and life.

There can be no absolute dead end, and there will be no absolute way to live.

Uncle is a very rational physiognomy teacher, he is not a fool, he can't sit back and wait for things to happen.

That's not his character at all.

But when I saw those copper coins and fragments of turtle shells just now, I found that they were dead hexagrams.

The so-called death hexagram is a hexagram that cannot be deciphered by manpower, and it means the meaning of great murder in the hexagram.

"Uncle, I'm sorry ......!"

I looked at the corpse and spoke, and directly crushed the uncle's clutched hand.

A flash of silver light shook in my heart.

It's not because my uncle's hand was crushed by me, and I feel guilty.

Rather, if I didn't do it, I wouldn't have been able to break a weathered fist.

What shocked me was that the uncle was not holding a turtle shell in his hand.

It's not a copper coin, but a long-lived lock without a chain and an inch in size......!