I found a place to sit down, and after a long time, my fluctuating thoughts finally calmed down a little, and then I began to carefully observe the golden seal that Uncle Li gave me.

The gold seal is not big, only the size of a ten-year-old child's fist, but the weight is not light, at least eight or nine hundred grams away, just these gold are worth a lot of money, look at the wear marks on it I am afraid that this square seal has been circulated for at least more than a thousand years, the wear and tear lines are fine, different shades, this is the traces left by people who are constantly playing, very round, and it is also something that cannot be faked, the rounded wear marks are naturally formed, and the external force portrays it is too blunt, and Xiaobai who doesn't understand anything is okay, But in the eyes of the old oilman who does our business, it is basically a trick that can be seen through at a glance.

At the top of the gold seal sits an animal that resembles a lion but has two wings.

I recognize this animal, it should be the legendary mythical beast Pixiu. It seems that this gold seal should not be the ancient official seal, and the official seal will not be engraved with Pixiu, after all, although Pixiu is a Rui beast, but it is fierce and the most brutal, so it is generally used to enlarge the door to ward off evil spirits, but I have never heard of carving a gold seal.

For a while, I was a little unsure of the origin of this seal, and now I couldn't help but look more and more carefully. Beneath Pixiu, the gold seal was engraved with some very mysterious patterns, resembling words, but I couldn't recognize what kind of words it was, as if all the ancient characters in my memory did not have this tadpole-like text.

Turning over the gold seal, there are eight big characters printed below: Heavenly officials bless, no taboos!

Uncle Li watched with a smile as I tossed over and over with this gold seal, and waited until I reluctantly put down the gold seal before finally asking me: "Xiaotian, do you recognize this thing?" ”

"I can't recognize it, I can only roughly infer from the craftsmanship of this Pixiu carving that this gold seal should be cast in the Eastern Han Dynasty, with a large mouth without anus, and the fangs are bent back, which is more in line with the characteristics of that era."

I shook my head helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "But if I want to tell the origin of this thing, I can't do it, I think I know more about these things, and I know all the treasures of various eras, but I have never heard of this thing, not like an official seal, not like a private seal, I can't figure it out." ”

"It's right if you can't recognize it, because I'm afraid there is only this one seal in the whole world now!"

Uncle Li lifted Erlang's legs, lit a cigarette for himself, and said, "Xiaotian, do you know what your Ge family's ancestor does?" ”

I nodded: "I heard my dad say that he was a tomb robber in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, but later died in a large tomb." ”

"You know that's too general!"

Uncle Li said lightly: "In that era, tomb robbery was much more exquisite, divided into official thieves and private thieves, anyway, there was no law to punish this tomb robbery at that time, so it was very rampant, and even evolved into a school, large and small, no less than a hundred, among which there are four factions that are the most famous - General Faqiu, Captain Touching Jin, Mountain Mover, and Xieling Lux!"

Among them, General Faqiu and Captain Touching Jin belonged to official thieves, and in the troubled times when the wolf smoke was everywhere, in order to make up military expenses, the various anti-kings began to hit the idea on the dead people, and set up General Faqiu Zhonglang and Captain Touching Jin, excavated tombs everywhere, and took out burial goods from the hands of the dead.

And the mountain movers and the two factions of the mountain lifter belong to the private thieves, most of them are the heroes of the green forest at that time, when there is a tomb to rob the tomb, when there is no tomb to occupy the mountain as the king, to the Ming and Qing dynasties these two factions of people have become the mainstream of tomb robbery.

In a sense, the people of these four schools have evolved this craft to the extreme, not to mention finding a quasi-child in the tomb, even the dirty things in the tomb can be dealt with, and even each of them has made a treasure to prevent the intrusion of dirty things after going down to the tomb, so that the folk have such a saying - there is a seal on the mound, there is a charm for touching gold, there is a skill for moving mountains, and there is a armor for unloading the mountains! ”

I fell into a long contemplation after listening, Uncle Li can't tell me these stories for no reason, I looked at the seal in my hand for a while, and thought back to what Uncle Li said for a while, and gradually a bold idea popped up in my mind, and I asked Uncle Li in disbelief: "Isn't this seal in my hand the seal of General Faqiu?" ”

"You are very smart, this is indeed a mound mark, and the evil spirits on your body are retreated, you have been putting it on your body for this time, and you don't dare to harm you rashly if you think of it."

Uncle Li said: "And your ancestor is not a simple tomb robber, he was the general of Faqiu under Cao Cao back then, and he lost his hand once in his life to rob the tomb!" ”

I asked, "That one miss killed him, right?" ”

Uncle Li nodded a little heavily, and said slowly: "At that time, it was the time when Cao Cao's army was defeated in Chibi, in order to recover his vitality and fight again, he wantonly collected money everywhere, so he ordered your ancestor to steal a big tomb, otherwise he would have to destroy the full door, your ancestor had no choice but to go, but not long after entering the main tomb and lighting the candle, he encountered the omen of the ghost blowing the lamp. In the end, it didn't come out at all. ”

I was also stunned when I heard it, and my gaze when I looked at Uncle Li was also a little complicated.

My father never told me about these things, so how did Uncle Li know about them?

But before I could ask, Uncle Li suddenly raised his head: "Xiaotian, do you know where the tomb where your ancestor died?" ”

I shook my head.

"It's the largest tomb in that tomb group in Qinling!!"

Uncle Li said: "That tomb group is very fierce, some time ago it was dug up again, and more than 2,000 cultural relics were circulated, 80% of which were bought by a foreigner, and the foreigner died violently before he went abroad, and the death was very miserable, and all the soft parts of the body were gone, as if they had been eaten!"

Except for the foreigner, all the rest of the people who touched the writing artifact ended up encountering some strange things, the ones who took less things and the way to live, and the ones who took more all died, and the deaths were particularly ugly, which is why I didn't let you take the hundred knives, that tomb was too fierce. ”

I fell silent, and I had a few more questions in my mind.

Extrapolating from the perspective of time, that tomb group should have existed before Cao Cao's time, but this Baipi knife is Cao Cao's thing, which was lost after he died, but now it has been dug up from the ancient tomb group in Qinling!

Could it be that in later generations, there will continue to be people buried in that place, and Baipidao was buried in it at that time?

If that's the case, how many ages of tombs have been gathered in that tomb complex......

For a while, I became interested in that tomb, and I wanted to know what was the reason why so many tombs could be buried together.

However, these thoughts flashed in my heart, and soon I thought of a question - since Uncle Li knew about the Qinling Murderous Tomb and my ancestor, then my father must also know, it was impossible for him not to understand the danger of that tomb, it was a ghost place where even people like my ancestor could fall into it and lose his life, what did he run to?

Thinking of this, I looked up and asked, "Uncle Li, shouldn't my father go to Qinling to collect 'wild goods'?" Can you tell him what he's doing? ”

Uncle Li's face was stunned, he sighed softly, and was silent for a long time before he looked at me very seriously, and said, "There are some things that you really don't want to know now, and it's not good for you."

Xiaotian, if you believe your uncle's words, don't ask, when the time comes, your uncle will definitely tell you! ”

Again......

I was a little irritable and a little powerless, after this series of things happened, I suddenly felt that my father and Uncle Li in front of me were so strange, I no longer knew them, but I wanted to understand everything but I didn't have the strength, this kind of feeling...... It's fucking uncomfortable!

At this time, it was already getting brighter, Uncle Li glanced outside, got up from the chair, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to meet an old friend and ask him to help you see what is pestering you." ”

As soon as I talked about this, I didn't care about the problem that entangled my father, so I quickly got up and started to put on my coat, after all, this is the most important thing at the moment, and I don't know if I can survive tonight if I don't solve it, even if I carry this mound print, I really don't have a score in my heart.

Uncle Li and I packed up our things, closed the door and left.

When I went out, I realized that the place where Uncle Li took me was not far from my shop, in the south end of the antique street, which was a place that sold wreath coffins, and there was a small wooden sign hanging at the door, with four words written on it - Iron Mouth Divine Calculation.

Fortune teller?

I'm a little apprehensive, I know the fortune tellers on this antique street, basically they are some tricks, I didn't expect Uncle Li to take me to find a fortune teller, could it be a dead liar? But since Uncle Li has brought me here, I can't say anything, so I can only take one step at a time.

It was early in the morning, and the wreath shop was deserted, with no customers, only a child about eight or nine years old feeding the chickens at the door.

Uncle Li went up with a smile on his face and asked the child, "Is Zhou Shen counted?" ”

"Looking for my grandfather's fortune teller?"

The child squinted at Uncle Li, and finally focused his gaze on me, pouted and said, "Let's go, my grandfather doesn't tell fortunes to the dead." ”

“……”