I looked into that eye, and it seemed to be staring at me with a domineering and ferocious gaze.

Probably driven by curiosity, I suddenly walked up boldly and looked carefully into that eye. The eyes were carved into a stone slab, which looked relatively ordinary, without much polishing, and seemed to be a piece of granite picked up at random on the mountain. The eyes are carved, although there are only a few simple strokes, and there is not too much color modification, but if you stare at it, you can feel a creepy sense of oppression, as if it is staring at you too much. Coupled with the strange inscriptions and strange patterns all around, a strange atmosphere arises spontaneously.

"This is Tsukasan." At this time, my grandmother also walked up to me, crouched down beside me, and looked into that eye. Then she stretched out her hand, knocked twice on the stone slab, and said, "Xuan'er, listen." ”

I pricked up my ears to listen, and after my grandmother's hand knocked, there was a thump on the slate. Although there are only two sounds, they last for a long time, and the sound is a little long, with a feeling of being long and empty. It soon dawned on me that there was nothing under the slate!

I immediately expressed my opinion, and my grandmother nodded after hearing this, and said: "That's right, what is hidden under the mound's eyes is the entire demon mound buried underground, and if you want to enter the demon mound, you just need to open the mound eye." ”

Me: "I don't think this stone slab is too hard, as long as you smash it open, you can enter the demon mound, right?" ”

Grandma shook her head: "Have you forgotten what I told you, the mound eye is mainly blessed by the mana of the demon, the stronger the mana, the more difficult it is to open the mound eye, and the more difficult it is to enter the demon mound, which has nothing to do with the hardness of the object it is attached to." ”

"Then how do we open this mound eye?"

Grandma didn't answer immediately, but silently took a small object out of her pocket. I looked over and saw that it was an ancient copper coin. At that time, there were many ancient graves on the hills behind our village, and no one cleaned them up, and they were lazy and afraid of bad luck. When our children go up the mountain to play, we can often pick up some broken tiles and copper coins, but at that time, whether it was adults or children, did not take this seriously, in the eyes of our native-born rural people, only gold and silver are valuable, these things are the same as broken bricks and tiles, often taken by our children to throw away, but now, an ancient urinal can be sold for a sky-high price, that thing is so angry, but someone paid to buy, think about the "broken things" that were thrown away at that time There are a lot of valuable treasures in it!

But the copper coin my grandmother was holding was different from what I had seen before, it was the color of brass, round on the outside and square on the inside. There is a hole in the middle, and the hole side is four-character.

"This is the Five Emperors of the Qing Dynasty." Grandma spoke, and after a pause, she continued: "Whether it is folk tradition or our understanding of the demon tomb stealing industry, the Five Emperor Coins have the effect of warding off evil spirits, and are often used as folk magic weapons. The five emperor coins are made of copper, the copper is rigid, and the five elements belong to gold, which can suppress evil spirits; It is the most prosperous coin minted by the five emperors in ancient times, bringing together the qi of heaven, earth and man plus the wealth of hundreds of schools of circulation, which can avoid evil. And the five emperor money corresponds to the five elements of the five emperors, Shunzhi belongs to water, Kangxi belongs to wood, Yongzheng belongs to earth, Qianlong belongs to gold, Jiaqing belongs to fire, and the five emperors are matched with five elements, with the essence of the five elements of heaven and earth, yin and yang, which can resolve the defects of the six gods and no owner. ”

Grandma's words are so obscure, just like the classical Chinese in Chinese textbooks, you will feel very profound, but the general meaning can be heard for a reason.

After speaking, Grandma took the Five Emperors coin with two fingers and put its edge on the eye of the stone mural. I hadn't guessed what I was going to do next, but at this time, my grandmother swiped her eyes with five emperor coins. Immediately afterwards, I saw that after the five emperor money was dragged under the grandmother's hands, it left white marks on the stone slab, and those white marks were like cut skin, and bright red blood slowly appeared! My eyes widened in surprise for a moment, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but I was sure I was right, it was real blood! It's as clear as solidified honey, and it seems to be hot! This. The mound on this stone slab looks like a living being!

"The mound eye is formed by the demon's demonic energy, and after a long time, it can naturally be regarded as the prototype of a demon, and it is also a living existence. Since it is a demon, it is naturally afraid of yang qi, but this kind of little demon formed by "qi" has no substance, it is ethereal and ethereal, so people have no way to kill it, they can only borrow these evil things to deal with it, so that the mound eyes are forced to "open". ”

When my grandmother spoke, I saw that she had unconsciously used the Five Emperors to draw a character on the stone slab, which was a traditional Chinese character: 鎮, which means "town". Every trace that was drawn out had blood flowing, and the blood did not converge together, but each formed a line of blood, and the blood lines were intertwined to form a blood character.

The word was carved into the center of the eye in the middle of the stone slab.

I don't know if it's because of my eyes, but when my grandmother finished the last stroke, I seemed to see that eye move, as if it had opened its long-dusty eye.

Then I heard a low rumbling sound, and I really saw that eye move! But it's not the pattern on it that moves, it's the slate that moves, and shakes, and shakes violently, like some terrible monster sealed inside is about to run out now. Then, a crack was heard in the middle of the slate, splitting the slate and the eyes on the slab in two, and the left and right parts of the slit were still shaking, as if some force was pulling them, so that they began to retreat to both sides, like a door that had been pushed open.

When the two stone slabs were pulled open, I saw a dark opening the thickness of an adult's waist - this was supposed to be the entrance to the mound. Grandma took a kerosene lamp out of the package, lit the wick with a match, and a flickering flame lit up our vision. Grandma approached the gap with a kerosene lamp, and the light quickly illuminated it, and we saw that under the gap was a passage that went deeper and deeper, and the passage was full of brown earth, which looked like the belly of a lamb, and seemed to be bottomless.

Grandma suddenly poked me lightly with her elbow at this time, and before I could react, she said coldly: "You go down first." ”

When I heard this, I immediately became flustered, waving my hands in a panic, and at the same time I said inarticulately: "I, I don't know how to walk, I'm afraid there is something wrong ahead." "Actually, I'm just scared, but I'm afraid that my grandmother will be counted out as timid, and I don't know where to make up such a set of serious rhetoric, Tang plugged it.

After all, it's ginger or old spicy, grandma immediately knew what I thought, her eyes glared at me, she didn't say anything, and just pushed me.

I wasn't prepared, I stumbled at the push, and my head almost stuck in the gap. My face was full of reluctance, but there was no way, my face was ugly like a bitter melon, my head was drooping, and I didn't know what I was muttering in my mouth, but where did I dare to resist anything, so I had to grope for a gap.

The light in the gap is okay, and I don't know if it's because of the kerosene lamp in my grandmother's hand, or because I opened my own eyes in the sky, so I can't reach out and lose my fingers. The soles of my feet were full of potholes, and many solidified clods of earth protruded unevenly, very resting on my feet, and I often tripped over several times, which forced me to be more cautious. The whole passage seemed to be natural, and it didn't look like there were any traces of polishing, so I was always worried that the passage would collapse and bury myself alive.

I walked slowly and tiptoeing, my eyes rolling around and around, very vigilant and sensitive, and sometimes even frightened by the echo of my own footsteps.

Fortunately, my grandmother didn't say anything about me or dislike me at this time, but silently followed behind with a kerosene lamp, and neither of us made a sound, and the two of us walked quietly, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the passage and my slightly rapid breathing. After a long silence, my grandmother suddenly coughed and told me a story:

Fifteen years ago, I was not yet born. One day, most of the chickens in the village became listless overnight, and they didn't even scowl in the nest, and they didn't even move in the nest, and they didn't flutter for three days, and they all died, and everyone felt puzzled and anxious, after all, the money from the eggs laid by the chickens every day was also a lot of money. At that time, the government also sent people from the health station to come down, checked and said that it was chicken plague, which was difficult to treat, and left a few packets of medicine and left after a few words. But the medicine didn't work, and the chickens were still lifeless after eating, and they died one after another. The people in the village were very anxious, but they didn't have the money to go to the city to hire a doctor, so they found a Taoist priest and thought about "driving away" the chicken plague.

After simply setting up an altar, the Taoist priest began to practice it inside, not allowing people to look at it, saying that the heavenly opportunity should not be revealed. During this period, the villagers also slaughtered a lot of chickens for him to eat, and no one knew what he was doing in them, and he was never seen out at all. Three days later, the Taoist priest came out with a greasy face gnawing on the chicken bones, and he told the people of the village that the chickens had not died of chicken plague, but had been plagued by demons. The Taoist priest said that the demon was two yellow-skinned demons, one male and one female, who were husband and wife, and after cultivating into a demon, they ran to the village at night to suck the essence of the chicken, which led to the chicken's appearance. When people heard this, they hurriedly asked what to do, and the Taoist priest said that the poor Dao had already established a law realm in the village, and the two yellow-skinned demons could not easily enter.

As a result, as the Taoist priest said, from the end of his practice, the chickens in the village stopped dying and began to slowly come to life, and began to crow and lay eggs normally.

About ten days later, when the village watchman was on duty in the middle of the night, he suddenly saw a yellow figure penetrating into the yard of a house, and he was curious at that time, so he followed up to see, but he was startled, it turned out to be a yellow skin as big as a winter melon! The husband didn't care about anything at the time, so he thought that this was the yellow-skinned demon that the Taoist priest said, so he picked up the bamboo stick and smashed it. The yellow-skinned man was caught off guard by the beating, and cried out to run away, but the husband quickly stepped on its tail, raised his hand and struck the yellow-skinned man on the head several times, and the blood was out. Just when the yellow skin was beaten and dying, a large cloud of yellow smoke suddenly burst out in front of the husband's eyes, and a pop obscured the vision, and when the yellow smoke dissipated, the yellow skin had disappeared, leaving only a pool of blood.

The husband suddenly felt palpitations, after all, the yellow skin had become a demon, but it was estimated that he would not live long after being beaten like that, so he didn't think about anything, and after the fight, he went home and went to bed and closed his eyes to sleep, but he didn't know that once the eyes were closed, he couldn't open them again.

The next day, the husband's family found his body on the husband's bed, his whole face was deflated, the flesh became dry and black, and the eyeballs were gone, leaving only the deeply sunken eye sockets, like a long-rotting corpse! That look, just like the description in the novel, was sucked out of essence by the demon!

At this point, Grandma's story stopped abruptly. I looked back at her. She continued: "At that time, there was some negligence in the Dharma Realm of that Taoist Priest's knot, and there were still a few gaps. The yellow-skinned demon that was beaten was the mother's one, when she had just cultivated into a demon, her mana was weak, and she wanted to come in that day to suck some of the essence of domestic animals, but she was caught by the husband. When the male one rescued her, it was too late, and the female yellow skin died that night, and it was also that night that the male yellow skin sneaked into the husband's house and sucked the husband's essence away. ”

Grandma suddenly met my gaze at this time: "In this demon mound, the one buried is the female yellow-skinned demon." ”

Although this was expected, I still felt a little trembling when I listened to it. I frowned and tilted my head to think for a while, and said, "Then the yellow-skinned demon we saw in the black forest, is it the male?" ”

Grandma nodded. Then she motioned for me to keep going.

After about another four or five minutes of walking, the passage in front of us began to widen and widen, and we always felt like a brighter and brighter light source was shining in front of us. I'm starting to realize that we're probably going to have to get out of this passage right away.

Sure enough, after walking for another minute or two, we came to the end of the entire passage, which was connected to a wide stone hall, and suddenly the vision became wider and brighter. I looked up at the stone hall, which was supposed to be a natural cave, with uneven stone walls on all sides, and many potholes seeping out of the groundwater, which looked like countless eyes, staring at me in unison, and I was panicked.

Suddenly, my eyes stopped in the center of the stone hall. In that place, there was a raised round staircase, and on the round staircase was a large coffin.

The coffin was made of stone, with a moist glow that shimmered with cold light. There are not many patterns on the sides of the sarcophagus, all of them are strange and rare inscriptions, a bit like hieroglyphs, and I can vaguely see the appearance of the sun, moon, and sacrificial figures. The weirdest thing for me was that when I approached the sarcophagus, I suddenly felt a chill, as if a cold air wrapped around the sarcophagus and spread out in all directions.

I turned my head to look at my grandmother and asked softly, "Are you going to knock on the coffin board directly?" ”

Grandma glared at me fiercely, scolded me in a daze, and didn't say anything more, took out a pillar of purple incense from the package, and quickly scratched it on the wall of the coffin, like a match, only to hear the fluttering sound, and the pillar of incense immediately burned. Then, the grandmother walked to the side five steps away from the sarcophagus, inserted the incense into the stone crevice on the ground, then got up and took a few steps back, stared at the pillar of incense with a serious face, bowed down, and said:

"The immortals are above, dispelling evil and avoiding demons, turning evil into good fortune, bless the disciples this time, open the coffin!"

After that, Grandma bowed respectfully three times. Then, she turned her head to look at me and said, "Xuan'er, help me see this pillar of incense." This is the rule of the road: there is only one pillar of incense to open the coffin and take things, once the incense is burned out, be sure to close the coffin! ”

I nodded. I saw my grandmother rubbing her hands together and staring at the sarcophagus like an arrow, almost trying to uncover all the secrets it contained.

Grandma slammed her mouth - it seemed that the addiction to cigarettes had returned.

"Prepare to open the coffin!"