Lower Eight Gates of the Tufuzi

Everything in the world can be done

The Buddha lost his hand and his relatives were scattered

Gone are the past

As the old saying goes, there are three hundred and sixty lines in the world, each has its own place, each has its own ability, each line has its own rules, and each line has a champion of each line. And among the three hundred and sixty lines, seventy-two lines are partial doors, and they take the road that cannot see the light.

Tufuzi is the most detrimental to yin virtue in these seventy-two lines.

According to legend, Tufuzi is divided into four factions: Touching Jin Captain, Faqiu Zhonglang General, Xieling Lux and Mountain Movers, and the earliest appearance of Touching Jin Captain can be traced back to the Cao Ying of the Wei Army during the Three Kingdoms period.

Today, more than 2,000 years have passed, with the change of the times, the overlap of dynasties, countless royal and noble tombs have been stolen and excavated, some are well preserved, some have long been destroyed, some are gathered to excavate, some are warlords bombarded the mountain, no matter what, after entering the 21st century, the line of Tufuzi has gone into decline, and few people even talk about it, and even remember the line of Tufuzi.

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Early October, early autumn. Four o'clock in the afternoon.

It was supposed to be a crisp autumn day, but somehow, the weather was suddenly surprisingly cold, and the pedestrians on the street put on cotton clothes early, and from time to time they could hear someone cursing on the street, "This damn day, are you going to be cold?" ”

Tianjin, Shenyang Road, the whole country has a famous cultural market. This is the paradise of all the stubborn masters, there are many things here, antiques, jade, Bodhi, Vajra, everything, only what you can't think of, nothing you can't find here. As long as you want, you can even get "Spiritual Weapons" here.

However, at this time, Shenyang Road has passed the time to catch the market, the noisy shouting, bargaining crowd has long dispersed, many shops have been closed, only a few are still open to welcome customers, the depression of the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, instead of the previous prosperity, such a scene makes people can't help but rise a chill in the bottom of their hearts.

A gust of wind blew, and the last bit of heat in the air seemed to be taken away, and a middle-aged man in his fifties couldn't help but wrap his clothes, "It's so fucking cold!" Then, he took a deep breath and walked to Zhen Pinzhai's door.

Zhen Pinzhai, this is the largest antique shop in Shenyang Road, established during the Republic of China, although the store is not large, but the qualifications and reputation, as well as the status in the industry, that is irreplaceable. It is no exaggeration to say that as long as Zhen Pinzhai passes through the eyes, the value will at least triple. Today's Zhen Pinzhai has been passed down to the third generation, the boss's surname is Chen, called Chen Tianming, but people in the industry call him Chen Shopkeeper, and few people know his tuba. Chen shopkeeper has bad eyes and is born with weak eyesight, but his nose is naturally sensitive, as long as he smells an antiquity, he will know its year, dynasty, and unearthed place, of course, the truth is also known by smell. However, with the development of the times, in recent years, the antique porcelain and cultural jade markets have begun to decline, and Zhen Pinzhai has also started another business, "ghost market"!

The so-called "ghost market" is naturally not visible, and of course it is not something that "people" can participate in. Although it sounds quite suspenseful, it is actually a black market, to put it bluntly. And the people who trade here are not only all-encompassing, but even the people who trade are nowhere to be found. Everyone who comes here is wearing the same white mask, wearing exactly the same black robe, the seller will sell what he wants to sell and the price on the brand, and the buyer can not bargain, as long as you feel the value, the two sides shake hands and the transaction is reached, and the Chen shopkeeper charges 30% of the commission as a profit, the whole process of the transaction can not say a word, once someone makes a voice or makes a little noise, he will be immediately invited out of the ghost market, as for his fate, most of them are evaporated from the world, and his whereabouts are unknown.

This man came to Zhen Pinzhai at this time, naturally for the "ghost market".

He gently slammed the door three times, "Dangdang"!

After a while, a little girl opened the door, "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

The man smiled slightly and said, "The ghost prophet of the world, thousands of miles to find this way!" Thousands of daughters scatter ghosts, everything in the world is here! ”

The little girl stared at him with wide eyes for a while, then looked around, and after a while said slowly, "Please come with me!" ”

After entering Zhen Pinzhai, the little girl took the man to the edge of a dry well in the backyard, only to see her reach out and pull up a wooden board on the edge of the well, and a cold air accompanied by a musty smell rushed up. The man couldn't help but cover his nose, and the little girl smiled slightly when she saw this, and said, "The market will open in ten minutes, please!" ”

The man glanced at the steps at his feet, arched his hand and said, "Good work! With that, he took out a wad of bills from his jacket pocket and stuffed it into the little girl's hand, turned around and went down the steps.

The little girl, though she was young, seemed to be accustomed to such scenes, and she did not refuse the man's favor at all, and with a smile she took the wad of money into her arms, and watched him disappear into the darkness, and then turned away after returning the plank to its place.

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Time is a strange thing, and when you want it to go by faster, you tend to feel like years, and when you want it to go slower, it flies by.

In the blink of an eye, six months have passed.

Northeast, Shenyang.

As an old industrial city, Shenyang can be said to be the first in Northeast China in terms of economic development. The bustling streets and the scenery of the lights and wine attract many people to come, but also make many people regret to go.

In early spring, April, this season is very embarrassing in Shenyang. You may not believe it, in the morning you may still see a lot of people wrapped in thick down jackets, shuttling in the cold wind, but at noon, you can see the short skirts and long legs all over the street, and the flesh is hidden, which may be the unique charm of spring in the Northeast.

My name is Liu Tianyi, I am a native of Shenyang, I love this city, to be honest, I never thought of leaving it, more precisely, until my grandfather passed away, I never thought of leaving my own one-third of an acre.

If I ever seriously admired anyone in my life, or who I used as an idol in my life, then my grandfather was definitely one. My grandfather's name is Liu Junxiao, born in 1920, I can't remember the specific year. My parents were scientific expeditioners of the Exploration Institute, and when I was very young, they died in the line of duty because of a violent collapse of the cave during a geological exploration mission, so I have lived with my grandfather for as long as I can remember.

I heard my grandfather say that his family was very good in the past, because his grandfather was a craftsman and made a lot of money, and he was the richest man in ten miles and eight towns at that time. However, when it was passed on to his generation, he caught up with "a very special period", beating landlords and fighting local tyrants, in addition to the usual confiscation of land at home, almost all the soft things of a little value were all looted, and the only thing left was a broken book called "Qin Long's Secret Art" that my grandfather hid under the floor tiles behind the door. My grandfather once read this book to me when I was a child, but at that time, I was only interested in Saint Seiya, and I really wasn't interested in this kind of old yellow calendar with yellowed pages. I haven't seen this book since.

In my opinion, my grandfather's ability to survive can be said to be extraordinary, after surviving the hard days of the criticism, he sold breakfast and cooked stew for life, and finally opened a restaurant called "Deyi Xuan", but also with his own good dishes, in Shengjing at that time to create a fame, the name of the second master of the east of the city, is also getting louder and louder, if you want to eat the dishes he made, then you have to book in advance. However, my father had no sons, and my father really didn't know anything about cooking, so in desperation, my grandfather had to give the restaurant to his apprentice, and he himself went into seclusion in the market, and stayed with me all day.

In my memory, the elderly grandfather is very much like the 83 version of Hong Qigong, with a Chinese face, snow-white hair, snow-white beard, and he doesn't smile or talk when he sees people, and he is very kind. The old man is also a person who can't stay, when he has nothing to do, he often wears a dark blue robe, a wisp of white hair scattered on his chest, a fairy wind bones, standing in front of the door of the Taiqing Palace to set up a stall, giving people fortune telling, observing feng shui. To be honest, until now, I don't know if my grandfather is really good at calculations, or if he is pure nonsense, but don't say it, every time he makes him speak very accurately, so he also got the name of Liu Banxian, and he is still famous in that generation. Listening to my grandfather, the divination techniques he learned were all from the book "The Secret Art of Qin Long", although I was a little interested in that book, but I was daunted when I thought of the Chinese that I couldn't understand on it. My grandfather didn't force me to learn this craft, but when no one was around, he would teach me some things about divination and feng shui metaphysics. I was very young at the time, and I was very interested in some interesting things, such as looking at faces, observing expressions, and speculating about these things in my heart, but when it came to the complicated calculation of Zhou Yi, I was a little sleepy. However, now that I think about it, that time was the happiest day for me.

The good times didn't last long, I grew up with my grandfather until I was sixteen, and I wanted to drop out of school and work to see what the world was like. But who knew that he entrusted me to another person, that is, my master, Uncle Duan. And the day I left Uncle Duan was my birthday.

Uncle Duan is a native of the capital, and the older generation knows him, the Buddha who is one of the best in the four or nine cities of the Eight Classics, and he is nicknamed Thousand Means. The word "Buddha" first came from the capital. That's another name for a thief, and it's also a jargon. There are 360 lines in our country since ancient times, but in these 360 lines, there are eight crafts that are not visible, and the people in the line also call them the outer eight lines, or the lower eight lines. The Buddha is one of the eight outer elements, and what he pays attention to is touching, taking, shunning, stealing, taking, and touching wealth without touching life.

Don't say it, I don't know if it was my grandfather who saw that I had the talent to be a Buddha, or if Uncle Duan really had the ability, after a few years of hard work, I became famous in the capital, and after a few big goods, I got the name of an eight-handed Liu. However, as the saying goes, pigs can be slaughtered fat, and birds can be beaten, just a few years after I was born, I folded on a job, not that I am not good at craftsmanship, but that someone around Uncle Duan has become an internal ghost, and that time, we almost even served the pot. Due to the relatively large amount, I was closed for 10 years at once.

This year is the time when I am released from prison, but I heard that my grandfather is no longer there.