How did this stuff end up in the belly of a wild boar? Cha Wenbin is a Taoist priest, he doesn't think about why, he only believes that this is a fixed number, everything is predestined, since it is in his hands, he accepts it. However, he didn't mean to mention it at the dinner table for the bulging mountain bag at the top of the mountain, he rolled a lot on the rivers and lakes, and the current Cha Wenbin is no longer the Cha Wenbin of the year. He would not believe anyone but his own people.

An experienced old hunter would never let his hound provoke danger, and Cha Wenbin, who was standing behind the mountain, saw it clearly, he deliberately let go of the dog. Any movement or verbal panic can be presented through performance, except for the eyes, after the mountain killed the pig, the old farmer's eyes were calm.

Tomb keeper, this is the identity that Cha Wenbin can guess.

Northwest Zhejiang is the favorite burial place of the Wuyue nobles, because there is a southern dragon here in the Tianmu Mountains, which is the largest dragon vein in the whole of South China, and they are proficient in astronomy and geography as early as thousands of years ago to find this resting place for themselves. It is no exaggeration to say that until the 80s, before the country began to carry out a large-scale cultural relics protection campaign, the phenomenon of ancient tombs in northwest Zhejiang was very rampant, and a large number of pottery, jade and even bronze and lacquerware unearthed from here were flowed into the black market. Most of them are the ancient tombs of the six dynasties from the Western Zhou Dynasty to the Han Dynasty, and most of them are aristocratic tombs, distributed along the winding Tianmu Mountains in various deep mountains and old forests.

This small col on the side of the ridge can be concluded to be a large burial ground, but there is no sign that it has never been excavated, and there is only one explanation: it is guarded.

Cha Wenbin didn't mean to fall asleep at night, he was waiting, looking up at the stars in the sky, a meteor suddenly flashed and fell to the northwest, leaving a long drag mark.

Someone behind Cha Wenbin spoke: "The sky is on fire, and it is impossible to escape." When he turned his head, it turned out that the old farmer had risen.

"Haven't slept yet?" "Drink too much, wake up at night, why don't you sleep?" "Wait for you to wake up at night." "Wait for me? You're kidding. ”

Cha Wenbin pointed to the small window in the room that was still lit with candles and said: "I have never seen him drink and get drunk, even if you take two more pots out, he will not get drunk, so, is there a problem with wine?" ”

The old farmer didn't shy away from it, just laughed. Cha Wenbin continued: "I'm not here to rob the tomb, the old man doesn't have to be so guarded. ”

The old farmer laughed and took out a long rope from behind him, and the important thing was that he also had a sawn sand troll pinned to his waist: "You are a good man, I think that if I come out and you are not there, I will be ready to tie up your accomplice, it seems that you are really not here to rob the tomb." ”

Cha Wenbin picked up the ball and said to the old farmer: "Can you give me this thing?" He thought for a moment and added, "It's for me." ”

The old peasant laughed again: "Take it, it's not a good thing, it's just a stone." ”

"It's not an ordinary time, it's a treasure." Cha Wenbin said truthfully: "It is very likely that what is recorded on this is a long-lost astrological chart, if it is taken to the black market, this thing can really be exchanged for a lot of money." ”

"It's a bad old man, why do I want so much money?" The old farmer shook the long rope in his hand and said: "Our Cheng family has been here for generations, but I didn't expect that the ancestors' graves would not be able to be guarded, and the young people ran out for a word of money. ”

"Do you know how we got here?"

The old farmer smiled and said, "It's that piece of iron, I know that young man, and he looks like he is doing that." ”

Cha Wenbin was a little puzzled, since he was a mausoleum guard, how could it be? "Then you ......"

"I can't bear the wolf, that thing did wash down in this river, and I was going to take that one to lure more grave robbers. I'm too old to hold this mountain, so I'm trying to make some noise so that the government can pay attention to it, and it's better to hand it over to the government than to pry my coffin at that time. Cha Wenbin thought so, it turned out that this old farmer's mind was so meticulous, but fortunately it fell into the hands of Chaozi, if it really fell into the hands of tomb robbers, this old farmer is afraid that it is now more than lucky.

"Don't worry, there are people from the government with us, but this place doesn't seem to be very peaceful, you have lived here for so long, have you encountered any strange things?"

The old farmer put away his gun, sat on the stone mill at the door, and said, "Hehe, the little brother is not in the government, right?" ”

"It's not." "So what are you doing?" "I'm a Taoist." “……”

The two began to chat without a word, and the old farmer was also a talker, and the trust between people was based on honesty. Cha Wenbin didn't hide anything from him, and the old farmer was naturally willing to tell him that anyone who had lived in the mountains all his life would have a full stomach.

The old farmer said that their ancestors guarded the tomb here a long time ago, but he didn't know where the tomb was, and the tombs on the mountain were the tombs of the generations of their Cheng family's tomb keepers, and the only instruction of the elders to the next generation was to guard the mountain within a radius of five kilometers. Perhaps it is the blessing of the ancestors' undead, for thousands of years, this small one-third of an acre has escaped natural disasters and ** again and again, and even the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Movement that swept the entire northwest of Zhejiang did not disturb here. But the ancestors of each generation will leave this rule for their children: Don't cross the bridge in the middle of the night!

All the dwellings were built on the east side of the hill, and the cemetery was on the west side, connected by a stone bridge between the east and west sides, and under the bridge was the stream. During the day, people here were allowed to work in the western land and in the mountains, but after midnight no one could cross the bridge that led to the west. The old people said that at night, this bridge was reserved for the ancestors to go home, and if they went out, they would disturb the souls of the ancestors, and they would be punished.

At its peak, there were about 30 families, and the small villages tried to intermarry each other, and when they had to do so, they would choose to go far away to "buy" their daughters-in-law and come back to continue their offspring, and the consequence of this closed model was that the population began to gradually decline. In their generation, there were only four families left, and now all three have moved out, and in the words of the old peasants, they have betrayed the legacy of their ancestors.

A hundred years ago, before the material civilization was sufficiently developed, people only needed land to gain a foothold, but today, people are more eager for urban and modern. Under the impact of **, any faith will be shaken, and the old farmer said that he does not hate them, because the ancestors have already imposed punishment on the greedy descendants.

In 1984, the last family except for the old farmer had moved out. The day before the winter solstice in 1985, one of the people who had already moved out turned back, and that person was the nephew of the old farmer, named Cheng Mingde. On the day he returned, he brought a stranger with him, and the old farmer couldn't understand what he said, like a Cantonese accent. The two of them also stayed at the old farmer's house, the old farmer's house was kind-hearted, and his nephew was of course hospitable, but in the middle of the night, the two were ready to go out in the dark.

In winter, it is cold in the mountains, and charcoal is used for heating in copper basins. Because there was no lamp, the two of them stepped on the copper basin and disturbed the old peasant, who got up and inquired, only to see the two men holding various pickaxes and iron rods in their hands. Under questioning, Cheng Mingde tied the old farmer to the doorpost of his home with his own hands, and then the old farmer understood that the two had come back to rob the tomb.

As the so-called day and night defense, it is difficult to prevent thieves, Cheng Mingde went south to Guangzhou in the 80s to prepare for a fortune, but he did not have any skills and soon ended up on the streets. Later, after being introduced by several hooligans, he got acquainted with a Hong Kong businessman and started a tomb robbery in the Liangguang area. Cheng Mingde mentioned that his ancestors were mausoleum keepers, but any mausoleum guarded by a special person was not a royal family or a nobleman, so the Hong Kong businessman sent a knowledgeable horse boy to come back with him to feel the situation, not wanting to disturb his uncle, so he simply showed his true colors as a robber.

The old farmer was powerless to stop it, so he could only watch his nephew and outsiders run to the mountain that had been guarded for generations, to say that Cheng Mingde had long forgotten the legacy of his ancestors, and the rule of not being able to bridge in the middle of the night had been completely defeated by **. There was no village in front of the mountain and no shop in the back, and the old farmer struggled in vain, until the next afternoon he broke free of the rope and prepared to find the two men with his shotgun. When I got to the bridge, I saw two corpses lying in the stream below, both face up, limbs outstretched.

There was a small pool under the bridge, less than a meter deep, and even if the two men fell, they could not be drowned. The corpse was swirling back and forth in the backflow formed in the pool, and the old farmer chose to declare the customs at that time, and the final forensic identification result was: the bridge was frozen in winter, and the two people drowned because their feet slipped and fell into the water.

At that time, it happened to be a severe crackdown, and the identities of Cheng Mingde and the horse boy were quickly verified, as two people with criminal records, the official conclusion for them was: two hooligans who fled in many places fled in a panic after a burglary and died accidentally.

In this incident, the old farmer always believed that it was the ancestors who appeared to punish the wicked, and it also strengthened his determination to guard the tomb.