"Zombies?"

As a craftsman who built the royal mausoleum, Qin Customs knew what was going on with the corpse transformation.

Since ancient times, there have been many records of corpse transformations. Some say it was because of the thunder and lightning, while others say it was caused by the feminine cat jumping over the heart of the remains on a moonless night. There are as many as 18 kinds of corpses, such as zombies, bloody corpses, flesh corpses, walking corpses, fraudulent corpses, hairy corpses, walking corpses, and awakened corpses. The third part of Pu Songling's "Strange Tales from Liaozhai" is called "Corpse Change". The great monk of Yunju Temple said that this is the transition period between life and death, the so-called "bardo body".

"Master Qin, it's really hard to speak! In order to solve this problem as soon as possible, I have brought the coffin. ”

Qin Customs took his son to see the coffin on the carriage, and sure enough, there was a rumbling sound from time to time, as if someone was kicking the coffin board inside, and the coachman was so frightened that he hid far away.

The son of the deceased did not dare to approach the coffin, and roared from afar: "Father, please rest and rest, don't toss around!" He died early in the morning, and now it is the Chinese Empire, with Yuan Shikai as emperor. Tonight, you will be reincarnated in peace and reincarnated with peace of mind. ”

If it is really the unjust soul of the six gentlemen of Wuxu, you can't be angry when you hear this? Qin Beiyang secretly wanted to laugh.

"It's not like you're not dead yet, is it?" Qin Beiyang asked.

"On the day my father died, Chinese doctors and foreign doctors all came to see him and confirmed that he was completely dead. Don't look at the cold winter wax moon now, on the first day of the mortuary at home, there were flies flying over. The person who came cried and mourned, "The door is unfortunate, this coffin has been making trouble for three days and nights, and the movement is so big that it has alarmed the neighborhood." ”

Qin Beiyang boldly approached the coffin on the carriage, and faintly heard someone chanting poetry loudly, intermittently, it was actually Tan Sitong's desperate poem before he was killed-

"Look at the door and stop thinking about Zhang Jian, endure death and wait for Dugan. I smiled at the sky with my horizontal knife, and went to leave the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun. ”

There are several descendants of the old Hunan army in the camel village, Qin Beiyang heard this voice, and there was a tone of Hunan dialect, and Tan Sitong happened to be from Hunan.

The mourner shook his head again and again: "My family is from the north, and my father is a Beijing official, how can he speak Hunanese?" It must be the souls of the six gentlemen of Wuxu who will not be dispersed. ”

Qin Customs immediately pulled his son back, turned his head and asked the bereaved family: "May I ask why you are coming to us?" ”

"The outgoing Minister of the Interior is a close friend of my family. He said that in such a situation of the late father, it was necessary to find a suitable place to bury him in the ground as soon as possible. If you exceed the first seven, I am afraid it will cause a catastrophe. ”

"There is indeed such a saying in ancient books, saying that it is the most terrible corpse transformation, which will climb out of the coffin and kill the whole family, and also endanger the neighbors and towns, and become a demon of one party."

"That's right, the Minister of the Interior said that in today's world, only Master Qin, who has built the imperial mausoleum, can help me solve the problem. If it is buried in an ordinary grave, it will not be able to hold this coffin at all, and I am afraid that it will break through the ground the next day. You must find the pure masculine dragon veins and dragon dens to suppress it. The person who came took out fifty silver yuan as a deposit on the spot, and almost knelt down for Lao Qin, "Master Qin, I found this place after several journeys. Today is the first seventh, please be sure to find the dragon's lair before dawn, so that the father can be buried in the earth. ”

Qin Customs took the heavy fifty pieces of ocean, and the other party promised to give another fifty pieces of ocean after the matter was completed. Lao Qin worked hard for a year, and he couldn't earn so much money. What's more, the New Year is approaching, and with this money, you can pay off the rent, buy a few catties of good meat for your son, and make two good clothes. Wait until tomorrow when spring begins, and you can still marry your daughter-in-law.

Lao Qin thought beautifully, so he took over this business, which can be regarded as doing good deeds. As for Qin Beiyang himself, he thought about being a craftsman for the rest of his life. Occasionally, he would dream of the tomb beast "Dayi" designed by himself, wishing it peace in the Chongling underground palace of Emperor Guangxu.

Looking at Xiangshan in the distance, the cold moon is hidden into the cold clouds, and the snow is flying in the suburbs of Beijing.

Qin's father and son walked ahead, the mourners wrapped in mink jackets, stumbled and followed, and finally the coachman drove a carriage with a huge coffin and took advantage of the dark night to go straight to Xiangshan.

This area is inhabited by the bannermen of the former Qing Jianrui Battalion, which was originally a special force for the expedition to Jinchuan, and lived here in the future, as well as the martial arts training ground of the Qianlong Dynasty.

After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, these children who had broken down their families, relying on generations to practice martial arts, often beat the teenagers of the camel village all over the ground to find their teeth. Since Qin Beiyang came here, he has beaten the Xiangshan Jianrui Battalion all over the place, and no one dares to mess with him anymore, and he has also made a few flag people's children.

Biyun Temple is located at the northern foot of Xiangshan, it is said that it was built in the Yuan Dynasty by the descendants of Yelu Chucai, after many expansions in the Ming and Qing dynasties, the largest King Kong throne tower in China was built during the Qianlong period, and five white marble dense eaves towers stand on the five-storey Sumeru seat. In the future, Mr. Sun Yat-sen stopped in Biyun Temple for four years, which can also prove that the feng shui here is excellent.

However, no one has ever looked for the dragon vein at night, how to observe the black light and blind fire? There is no way to explore the direction of the sun's rays, let alone this dim and snowy night, and there are no stars in the sky. If it weren't for a hundred oceans, Qin Customs would have been unable to obey its fate.

He also told the bereaved family bluntly that this dragon's lair may not be accurate. But the mourner said that it didn't matter, as long as it was the royal craftsman Master Qin who found it, he would take a reassuring pill - the important thing was not whether the dragon's lair was right, but whether the tomb builder was right.

After a while, the snow gradually began to accumulate on the ground. Qin Customs gave up his attempt to observe the dragon vein, after all, he had built a dungeon and a tomb beast for the emperor for a lifetime, and even if he closed his eyes and felt it, he could sense the dragon's lair.

In the second half of the night, people were sleepy and tired, their ears were frozen, and they still found nothing.

In the coffin, it became more and more lively, like a sleepless dinner. If the coachman hadn't collected a large amount of silver yuan, he would have slipped away a long time ago. Qin Beiyang really couldn't listen to it, so he knocked on the coffin board with his fist and told the dead people inside to stop and stop.

In another hour, it will be dawn.

Walking behind the Vajra Throne Tower, Qin Customs looked at the five white and shiny pagodas in the snow, and asked in a low voice: "Is Ling Zun's will buried here related to Tantric Lamaism?" ”

"Yes, my father believed in secrets."

Qin Beiyang pulled his father to whisper a few words, and the two discussed a solution: "Sir, if it is during the day, I will help you find the best dragon's lair, but if you want to rush tonight, there is really nothing you can do." What's more, heavy snow covers the ground, making it difficult to complete the basic steps of the point. Since Ling Zun believes in Tibetan secrets, why not follow the customs of Buddhism and burn it clean? The columbarium altar can be stored in Biyun Temple nearby, and then find another good day to be buried. Could it be that if it is burned to ashes, it will be a corpse? ”

"This ...... To tell the truth, Chinese looking for a feng shui treasure to bury the ancestors, not for the deceased, but to bless future generations with peace and prosperity, if it is cremation......"

"When the rooster crows and the sky dawns, there is nothing we can do about it." Qin Customs thought that it was not easy to earn this hundred oceans, so he simply said, "Tonight, I am responsible for helping you burn the coffin on the spot." Tomorrow, when the snow is clear, I will go up the mountain again to divide the gold points for Lingzun. I would like to take only the deposit, and not the remaining fifty dollars. ”

The mourner beat his chest and feet, knelt in the snow and kowtowed to the coffin: "Father, the child is not filial, it can only be like this, please go to the Western Heaven Elysium." ”

Qin Customs patted his son on the shoulder: "Beiyang, burn it!" ”