The old place revisited and wept in my heart

The mystery of the relic suddenly arises

Although ten years is a flick of a finger, ten years in prison is not easy, and the suffering and sin are not something ordinary people can bear. Therefore, after I came out, I didn't plan to be a Buddha, I wanted to find a safe and stable business to do, even if it was not profitable, but at least I was down-to-earth, as for "Eight Hands Liu", let it become history.

After leaving the No. 2 Prison in Nandougezhuang Township, Chaoyang District, I first contacted a few friends who had been relatively close to me, met with me, and had a meal, and they all asked me what I planned to do next. I just smiled and said, "I don't have any specific plans yet, let's take it one step at a time!" ”

Now I can be said to be unaccompanied, almost all of my former friends are people, and it is impossible to ask them for help, and everyone sees me as if they have seen a plague god. Of course, I didn't expect them to help me much. And after knowing that I was released from prison, those who took the initiative to contact me naturally hoped that I could return to my old business and help them build a shelf and see through the skylight. This is the jargon of the Buddha, which means that he wants me to help them make a big deal. And I, of course, refused.

After eating, I walked alone on the streets of Beijing, and suddenly I felt that this city, where I had lived for a long time, had become extremely unfamiliar.

Strange streets, strange people, strange feelings. And this strange feeling made me very uneasy, and even felt a little scared.

I walked all the way back to the house near the South Third Ring Road, opened the door, and the smell of dust came to my face. I smiled, a very strong sense of loneliness welled up in my heart, I remembered my grandfather, the person who loved me the most in the world, is now gone, at this moment I feel as if I am the only one left in the world, that loneliness is indescribable.

I curled up in the corner, letting the tears roll down my cheeks, I didn't care about it, I just wanted to be alone and quiet, not thinking about anything, but the more this happened, the stronger the thoughts in my heart, the thoughts of the past, of my grandfather, of the so-called home.

I don't know how long it took, but I fell asleep in a daze. I don't know how long I slept when the phone rang next to me.

"Hey, who's that?"

"Hello, is it Liu Tianyi?" On the opposite side was the voice of a middle-aged woman.

"It's me, who are you?" Wake me up from my sleep, I said a little angrily.

"I am from the Real Estate Bureau of Heping District, Shenyang City, and my surname is Wang. I called you to tell you that your house has been demolished, because your grandfather passed away, and you just happened to be released from it, so I notify you to come back as soon as possible to go through the formalities, and other people's houses are almost demolished, and your family is left. You should understand that you should be educated in it, and you must actively respond to the government's call, hurry up! "It seems that this woman knows something about me, and her tone is already a little contemptuous and mocking when she says the latter.

"Well, I know, I'll buy a ticket to go back today." Since I was mentally prepared for others to look at me that way, I didn't care about her tone, and after a few simple answers, I hung up the phone.

Since I didn't confiscate all my property when I was in prison, I still have nearly $200,000 in savings. I first called and booked a hotel, then bought a train ticket, and without saying hello to any of my friends, I stepped on the train back to Shenyang.

I didn't say anything all the way, I just quietly looked at the scenery outside the window, thinking back to the days I used to be with my grandfather. It's strange to say, I don't know why for a while now, but I can always think of some things that my grandfather taught me about the secret art of feng shui and the metaphysics of hexagrams.

As the train had already picked up speed, within a few hours I was back in the place I once knew so well.

My grandfather's home is near the Lao Ping Theater, not far from the famous Bagua Street in Shenyang. Due to the high price of the lot and the fact that there are many buildings protected by the government, the bungalow where he lives has only begun to be demolished until now.

I came to the courtyard where my grandfather's house lived, and I saw a big demolition letter written on the door from a distance, and a notice was posted on the door, but after a long time, the wind and rain were drenched, and now only half of it was left, and I could only vaguely see the words of the demolition notice written on it.

The place where my grandfather lives is a bit like an old Shanghai alley, but according to me, it is more like a dormitory in a university, and the nearly 2,000-square-meter house is divided into more than 100 houses, which are divided into upper and lower floors. Each floor is more than a dozen houses connected together, unified by a door in, common kitchen, public toilet, the sound insulation of the house is extremely poor, this quarrel, five rooms outside the place can be heard. However, those are in the past, and the place is a mess now.

My grandfather's house is in the third room on the left-hand side, and the road that was originally not a long way is now full of rubbish. I barely moved my body, trying not to let the dirt rub against me, and it took a lot of effort to get to my grandfather's door.

The door is naturally locked. I stood on tiptoe and touched the door frame for a while, and sure enough, I came across a metal object, yes, it was the key, I was happy, it seems that grandpa's habits have not changed for so many years.

I opened the door and walked into the room. Although everything in the house is covered with dust, it is still so kind, but my grandfather is gone, and I am no longer an ignorant child. At that moment, tears flowed down again disobediently.

I looked around to see what else was valuable, or that wasn't worth remembering. And at this time, I suddenly noticed that less than half a meter behind the door, a piece of floor tiles had collapsed. And a corner of a finely carved black wooden box leaked inside.

"This is an object from before the Ming Dynasty!" Because when I was learning art with Uncle Duan, Uncle Duan taught me a lot of ways to identify antique artifacts intentionally or unintentionally, and I also exercised my eyesight in Panjiayuan for a while. So I can basically judge the dynasty of this box at a glance, and judging from the carving of the corner of this box, this is definitely not a folk thing, even if it is not from the inner courtyard of the palace, at least it is the prince who exiled the prime minister's mansion to the people.

"How could my grandfather have this thing?" I thought to myself, and I tried to remember the days I had with my grandfather, and after thinking for a long time, I was sure that I had never seen this box. "What's in there?"

Curiosity completely replaced sadness in that moment. I put down the key in my hand and walked quickly to the place where the door had collapsed, and found that the soil here had been quite loose due to the demolition work, so I aimed at the edge of the collapse, and I didn't have much effort to expand the scope of the collapse to the point where I could drag the box out. The box is not heavy, as if it does not contain anything in it except its own weight.

I dragged the box to the center of the room and examined it carefully. The box is not large, about half a meter long, 45 centimeters wide, and the whole is black. This kind of black is not black in the ordinary sense, but a kind of black that seems to absorb all light sources. When I arrived at my grandfather's house, it was two o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was shining outside, but there was no reflection through the window, as if I had been completely sucked in by the box, and even the reflection that should have existed on the ground was faint, and it seemed that some special antiseptic substance should have been applied. The box is carved with strange characters, not Chinese characters, twisted and crooked as if it is Tibetan or ancient Western Regions script, I don't know what exactly is written, whether it is a memoration or a mantra is currently impossible to verify.

And directly above the box is a carved painting.

It is a relief depicting a war scene. The battle takes place in a canyon flanked by endless desert, and the picture appears to be a well-trained army escorting a man with a box into the valley while another army is attacking under the leadership of a man with an ape-head mask. He was unusually tall, standing on a boulder and roaring in the sky, while other soldiers galloped under his feet with spears and short blades. The casualties in this war were quite tragic, and the sides of the canyon were almost full of corpses, and just as the man with the box was about to advance into the canyon, the sky suddenly changed, and a pair of huge eyes slowly emerged from the right side of the canyon, as if to devour everything in the world.

The carving on the box is very exquisite, and almost everyone's expressions on it are vividly depicted, making the viewer feel as if they are in the midst of that tragic war.

"When the Western Night Kingdom annexed the Kingdom of Inai, the last war?" I couldn't help but sigh. I'm not sure, but my grandfather told me more than once a story that was very similar to the one carved on the box.

This story takes place in the Western Regions in ancient times. At that time, there were thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, but compared with the so-called powerful countries such as Loulan and Ruoqiang, the ancient country of the West Night can be regarded as an inconspicuous small country, with only more than 4,000 people in the whole city, they occupied the position west of Pishan and called themselves floating sand, but later generations are still used to calling them the country of the West Night.

In 762 AD, the strength and population of the Western Night Kingdom were greatly improved, and the number of troops also expanded from the previous 1,000 to 6,000, which was the result of their years of foreign conquest and plunder.

And it was at this time that they got the news. That is, in the Pamir Plateau, the country of Inai, somehow obtained a sacred relic from the deep mountains and valleys, and it is said that it is a box with extremely powerful power, and anyone who obtains this box can gain great power from it, so as to rule everything.

At that time, the king of the West Night Kingdom was called Huye Valley, he was a very ambitious, and violent monarch, after he learned the news, he was worried that Wusun and Loulan would be ahead of him, so he took advantage of his advantage in the ground with the country of Yinai, gathered 4,000 cavalry overnight, and launched a large-scale attack on the country of Yinai.

His trick really worked wonders, due to the suddenness of the incident, Yi Nai Guo was not ready to face the battle, and soon the main city of Lucheng was sacked and slaughtered. In desperation, the monarch Murza had no choice but to take the treasure box and the remaining 150 guards and flee into the King's Canyon, hoping that Huye Valley could stop and that he and his people could escape.

However, Hu Yegu was determined to get the treasure box, and he did not intend to let Mulza go, so he led his thousands of cavalry to chase towards the King's Canyon. Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Murza had no choice but to open the box the moment he entered the canyon. As soon as the box was opened, I saw a flash of white light in the box, and then the sky also appeared with a flash of white light, followed by countless thunder sounds, the whole earth instantly began to tremble and roar, and the wind also whistled, an indescribable force, as if a black dragon engulfed the heavens and the earth in an instant, and all the materials that existed in time seemed to be swallowed by this dragon. Hu Ye Gu had a bad understanding and wanted to lead the troops to retreat, but it was already too late, the black dragon roared in front of their eyes, Hu Ye Gu only felt that the wind was blowing, and then the army of more than 4,000 people was swallowed up in an instant. After finishing up the troops of Huye Valley, the dragon roared to the sky, and then disappeared into the clouds, and the earth and sky were once again calm.

At this time, there were only a few people left in Mulza's troops. Knowing that the box was too powerful for humans to control, Murza sealed it in the Valley of the Kings in the Pamirs, and immediately wrote twenty-four secret scrolls, detailing the place of burial. He divided the twenty-four scrolls among the eight remaining guards, told them not to return to the place where they used to live, and to go as far as possible, and that each of them should take care of these scrolls for a good life, and stressed that the eight people should not meet again in this life, and he went into the depths of the canyon and never came out.