If there is the craziest era of tomb robbery in China, it is the Republic of China.

Official thieves, thieves, thieves, foreign thieves, and even foreign missionaries with horse faces will collude with ruffians to dig graves and steal treasures.

It was at this time that the second master formed an indissoluble bond with tomb robbery.

After many times, many people found that those obscure qi or obscure things under the ground, once others get involved, they will not be seriously ill or killed, but only the second master is safe and sound.

This kind of ability makes others jealous and envious, until later, a person who knows some ways learned about the corpse pattern on the second master's body, and respectfully respected the second master as a guest.

But there is no doubt that with this innate mysterious ability, the status of the second master is getting higher and higher, and even the commander in the army remembers him, and every time he is used, others will scold him sourly: "His grandmother's, this kid stole the elixir of Taishang Laojun in his last life!" ”

Gradually, the second master became a veteran oilman, and the veteran who fooled him into the army was killed by the Japanese during the war.

This kind of good life lasted until 1943, in April of this year, the troops to which the second master belonged were defeated by the Japanese in Taihang Mountain, and the commander took the lead in surrendering the Japanese.

According to the words of the second master, since he put on this dog skin, the old men in their twenties seem to have been sucked away from their backbones, and they can't raise their heads wherever they go.

One afternoon in April of this year, it was raining outside, and the second master and a group of soldiers were playing leaf cards in a county town turret in Xinxiang. ”

The second master's eyes widened: "Lao Tzu didn't do anything fucking, wearing this skin, he has the heart to beat the Japanese, and the people don't believe you!" ”

The captain hurriedly pulled up the second master: "Didn't do it?" The little devil who didn't do a son of a bitch, can he name you? You hurry up and pack up your things, Lao Tzu will give you a while, how far can you run! ”

The second master sneered: "I ran away, can you fucking live?" Lao Tzu was born, he didn't starve to death, he didn't freeze to death, he didn't die with a gun when he went to the battlefield, and he can still be scared to death by Japanese dogs today? Look at your little bit of talent! ”

Not long after he finished speaking, there came a partial three-wheeled car with a sun flag outside, and the person who came down was equipped with a saber and had three bronze stars on his shoulder.

At that time, the second master was down-to-earth in his heart, if it was a fatal matter, it would not be the turn of an officer like the Japanese Osa to come to him. At the same time, the second master was also thinking in his heart, on this rainy day, Dazuo has been sitting on three wheels, either he is in a hurry, or he is almost the same as this little Japanese family.

Putting aside the second possibility, what is there for the Japanese to be so eager to name themselves as a pawn.

I can't figure it out, the second master simply doesn't want to, whether it's a blessing or a curse, he can't hide from it.

The little devil has a good attitude, at least the second master thinks so.

The translator said a lot, and the second master understood that the Japanese had something to help themselves.

The Japanese didn't say anything specific, but only sent two Japanese soldiers who knew Chinese to him the next day and accompanied him on the train.

When the second master later recalled, he said that the two Japanese soldiers were different from other Japanese devils, as if they had studied, but the palms of their hands were full of calluses, and those calluses had no rules, not from the handle of the knife, nor from the butt trigger, they couldn't tell, and these two Japanese soldiers spoke Chinese fluently.

The second master knew very well that he was accompanied, but it was better to monitor himself in case he ran away halfway.

The train ran for a long time, and during this time, in the carriage, the two Japanese soldiers looked at the second master more than once, as if they wanted to see the second master up and down thoroughly.

A few days and nights later, the train stopped in the Northeast, which at that time was still the so-called puppet Manchurian regime, and Pu Yi was still his puppet emperor.

After getting off the train, the two Japanese took the second master to a very remote place that night, there was no one to see, and the radius of several miles was surrounded by barbed wire, and when they entered the gate, the second master was blindfolded, and he only felt that his two feet had been stepping down the steps.

The second master didn't even know how long he walked blindfolded, but he remembered that when he removed the black cloth in front of him, the whole of the whole underneath was hung with that kind of miserable white horse lantern, and there were some things that the second master couldn't understand painted on the wall, there were yellow umbrellas with long eyes, black cats with tails, green eyes with three heads and six arms**, and some ghost paintings that smelled fishy.

There were Japanese everywhere in sight, but they were not wearing military uniforms, and the second master could not describe what they were wearing, black or white robes, with solid colored high hats on their heads, some of them were embroidered with red-crowned cranes on their chests, and wooden plaques painted with Taiji diagrams were tied around their waists.

The two Japanese who came with him respectfully called them adults, and there was also a word that the second master had never heard before, Onmyoji.

After the two Japanese said a few words in Japanese, those people in robes and high hats surrounded them, one of them cut the palm of his hand, dripped blood on the Taijitu wooden plate on his waist, and pressed it on his eyebrows, the second master's first feeling at that time was anger, I can't tell where that anger comes from, the second master is actually a person who is afraid of death, but at that moment, this inexplicable sense of anger is much higher than his fear of death, as if something in the depths of his soul has suffered great humiliation.

Fortunately, those people only stopped the wooden sign on his forehead for a short time, and after that, the second master was locked in an iron gate, and inside the iron gate, the second master once again saw the black and white haired corpse of the elder.

As expected, the moment the corpse covered with black and white hair pounced on, the corpse pattern on the second master's body appeared again, and the corpse touched the corpse pattern on his body, as if it had touched a red-hot iron plate, and the whole room was filled with piercing screams and an unpleasant scorching smell.

The second master panicked, but saw that the Japanese wearing robes outside the iron gate had shocked and excited on their faces.

It's a pity that the second master can't understand the words of those people, and he only feels like a fish on the chopping board that can be slaughtered.

After coming out of the iron gate, the two Japanese, who could speak Chinese, interrogated the second master for a long time with red and white faces, and the questions asked over and over again were all the same in the final analysis, that is, where the corpse patterns that emerged from the second master's body came from, and the inheritance of the magic that engraved these lines in the soul.

How does this second master know, he doesn't even know what the corpse pattern is.

The Japanese, who were destined to get no results, angrily lit forty-nine red candles beside him, firmly surrounded him, and pasted the second master with messy rune paper, one of the Japanese who interrogated him said that this technique can strip people of their three souls.

The second master remembered that the Japanese onmyoji in those robes each held a plain white folding fan with a picture of the sun and the moon in their hands, and in the other hand they shook a long-handled thing like a rattle, and each drum had a grimace painted on it.

That night, the second master's mind was full of the sound of these Japanese singing mantras.

With such a curse, the pain like a tear in the depths of the second master's brain was about to open, but there seemed to be an indescribable force in the depths of his soul, fighting against it until he couldn't bear it anymore.

The second master felt that he should have been in a coma for a long time, but when he woke up, the red candles around him were only half burned.

And those Japanese faces were difficult to see, and one of the elderly old men came over and told the second master in blunt Chinese that the Japanese art of yin and yang has the same root as the Chinese technique, and if he is willing to go to a place and take out something, not only will he be let go back, but he will also be rewarded with a lot of money......

Then someone brought a big box and put it in front of the second master, opened it, and it was full of earth-colored gold and silver jewelry, and the second master only glanced at it, and knew that these things were burial goods dug up from the grave, and it would not be too long.

At the same time, in front of the second master, there was also a loaded pistol.

The second master chose to live.

The Japanese do things very closely, just after the second master made a choice, those robed Japanese took him to the deepest part of a tunnel, there was no light in the tunnel, the second master couldn't see the situation inside in the dark, but after touching the unique wall for a long time, the second master reacted violently in his heart, this is a cemetery, the whole place surrounded by these Japanese with wires is simply a big tomb.

Thinking of this, the second master's guilt in his heart for his identity as a Chinese has been reduced, after all, in recent years, there have been more tomb robbers, and the tombs he has gone down have long been uncountable, not bad this time, besides, the commanders have all voted for the Japanese to be traitors, and they are small people, just save their lives.

So until the end of the tomb, the second master stretched out his hand and touched a huge stone door, the Japanese behind him took out a flashlight, and shone the miserable yellow halo the size of a bucket in the past, and saw the stone door for the first time, the second master was strange, because, the first thing that came into view on the stone door was a line of vertically engraved characters, the second master and the veteran had learned a few words, but they couldn't recognize what was written on it, not a big seal or a small seal, not to mention a book, he had never seen this kind of writing on the tomb door.

The Japanese man with a flashlight told the second master that it was engraved in Sanskrit, and it was written "I should destroy immeasurable sentient beings", which came from the Buddhist Diamond Sutra.

The second master was stunned, subconsciously whispered a few words, and then his heart was a little cold, from this independently carved scripture, the second master did not feel the slightest mercy of Buddhism, on the contrary, what he felt was a sense of killing that was in the bone marrow.