Zhang Da Buddha is the head of the three gates of the old nine gates, and it is also the largest of the nine gates. Legend has it that there is a big Buddha stolen from nowhere buried in the courtyard of the house, so it is called Zhang Da Buddha. His real name is Zhang Qishan, and he robbed tombs in the early stage. In the middle of the army, in the later stage of politics. Zhang Da Buddha is one of the few people in the old nine sects who can do great things, and he has the world in mind. So when listening to the chatter of the older generation, the legend of Zhang Da Buddha always makes people sigh.

Before, I always suspected that Zhang Da Buddha had a relationship with Zhangjia Gulou. Because when the second uncle told me at that time, he said something very vague. Zhang Da Buddha moved to Changsha from the north, and it seems that he was an out-migration ethnic group of the Zhang family, which was dispersed by the Japanese at that time.

If it is not the same name and surname, then this Zhang Qishan should be Zhang Da Buddha.

Then this "Zhang Qiling" Zhang Ruitong is the grandfather of Zhang Da Buddha. The first clan of the old nine sects is indeed the Zhang family.

"In this way, what your second uncle said turned out to be true." The fat man said.

I said, "My second uncle is very smart. If he wants to hide something, he will tell you inconsequential but true. After listening to it, you think you know, and it's all true when you check it, but no one knows if there is a secret behind it. Therefore, what he can tell me, he must not be afraid of me to verify. ”

The fat man sighed. I continued: "Master Zhang is in charge of the whole thing. It must have been no accident that his procession entered the funeral hall and they opened the door to this room. It can't be so coincidental - I found the tomb of Grandpa Zhang Dafo. Therefore, I believe that the person who opened this place must have been instructed by Zhang Da Buddha. ”

Zhang Dafo may have some clues in his hands, he asked a group of people to find his grandfather's tomb, and then stole three of the burial goods.

However, why did the black gold ancient knife end up in the hands of the third uncle?

"If Zhang Qiling is a title, then what is the real name of the little brother? Could it be something like 'Zhang Ergou'? The fat man asked.

I said, "Judging by the epitaph." As long as he was selected as Zhang Qiling, this person's name was replaced by Zhang Qiling. The little brother is called Zhang Qiling, and he should have been selected. This is Zhang Qiling's black gold ancient knife. finally came into the hands of the new Zhang Qiling. I always feel that there is something strange about the situation. ”

The fat man looked at the epitaph again: "Wait, I just had an idea. Look. This Zhang Qiling, how did he die? ”

I was quiet. Searching for this message in the little petty tugs on the wall, it was soon found in his life.

Unlike the previous two, this Zhang Qiling died of illness. In his biography, he suffered a "loss of soul" during a fight.

"What is 'Lost Soul'?" The fat man asked me.

I took a breath: "It's amnesia." ”

At that moment, I had a delusion: Could it be that this Zhang Qiling is our Zhang Qiling?

Because there is also a black gold ancient knife, there is also amnesia. Could it be that they are the same person?

But there are bones in this coffin, and. This "Zhang Qiling" is considered to be the grandfather of Zhang Da Buddha, doesn't he have to be more than 200 years old? If it's the same person, then won't our little brother become an old goblin?

We explored that room for a long time before we came out. I'm a little distracted, though I don't dare to make assertions yet. But. My previous hunch that "you can get a lot of secrets by finding Zhangjia Ancient Building" seems to have come true.

I was wondering whether to move on, find a few more rooms and see if I could get more information, or immediately look for an opening to the next floor, when I smelled a puff of smoke.

"You're sucking in lungs and smoking so much." I yelled at the fat man: but I saw that the fat man's face was pale and there was nothing in his mouth.

"Not me. It's not the smell of cigarettes, it's the smell of burning wood. The fat man said. I glanced at him. It immediately occurred to me that we had set the floor on fire, but then we had extinguished the fire. In fact, it was not completely crushed, and after we left, it came back again?

We immediately rushed back. After a few turns, I saw the fire and smelled the strong smell of smoke. It seems that the corridor behind the turn is already burning. We walked around and a wave of heat hit our faces, and we were all stunned.

One of the rooms we had explored earlier had all burned down and had spread to more than a dozen. Flames raged throughout the hallway.

"Mamma Mia!" The fat man scratched the dantian. "I don't pee so much!" We covered our mouths and noses and ran over and found that the most intense burning was the window paper. The fat man took off his clothes and used them as a broom to fight the flames. Put out the fires that have just burned in the nearest rooms. Then rush to the core area that is already on fire.

I followed. We were beating hard there, and I don't know how long it was. and all the flames were extinguished.

I was completely blinded, and I don't know if I was choked or hot. I looked dizzily at the large charred area around me, and I was extremely surprised, and my heart said that such a big fire could be extinguished like this.

In the dozen or so rooms where the fire spread, the outer doors with window panes were all burned down, and the farther away from the center of the fire, the lower the degree of burning, and the few near the fire point were completely burned, and even the epitaph was burned to black coal.

The fat man coughed violently. Blood spurted from my nostrils. I went to help him, and he waved his hand and said it was okay. "It's much better, it's a good thing, the blood coughs up, and the breathing is more comfortable."

Our faces were all black, our hair was all curly burned, and there was a faint stinging pain in many parts of our bodies, which must have been burned.

Take a look around. I was speechless, and my heart said that all the bad luck was on us. The fat man spat the bloody spit aside, sat down on the wood that was still quite hot, collapsed a little, and said to me: "* Say, a spark can start a prairie fire." It's right. Naive, I can't walk anymore. Take a break. You'll have to watch it all over again, and you'll have to wipe out all the sparks. ”

I nodded, "You watch your ass, don't burn it too." "I'm going to put out those sparks.

"Speaking of butts, let's press our butts on that flame, and they were all crushed at that time, how could it burn like this so quickly?" The fat man said, "There is no room in this building. ”

I said, "We were pressed against the door, and there was window paper on it, and it was probably Mars that slowly ignited the window paper first. ”

"You say, style thunder doesn't put a few fire extinguishers here! This large wooden building. I'm most afraid of catching fire. The fat man said:

"No one lives, and no thunder can slash here." I said, "It's so damp in here, and the chance of a fire is too small." If your internal organs are injured, don't talk so much, say a few words less if you can, and rest well. ”

"If I don't talk to the fat man, it's better to kill the fat man directly." The fat man said, "Life is impermanent, and if you say one word, you will have one less sentence." I've said a lot, and you'll be able to remember a little more about my demeanor in the future—no, naïve, do you smell anything strange? My nose was so confused with soot that I couldn't smell anything, so I said, "What smell?" ”

"It smells like barbecued pork."

"Char siu pork? Hurry up! "I said." It's not your ass cooked. Are you sitting on coals? ”

"Fart! With the oiliness of my buttocks, it will definitely not be the taste of barbecued pork, at least it should be the taste of Peking duck! That's where the taste comes from. ”

The fat man pointed to the coffin in the burial chamber. The coffin had burned to the point of collapse, and the coffin lid was completely burned. I knew this was the case, so I wouldn't have gone back just now.

"Could it be that the corpse is charred? But just now we all saw that the corpse was a pile of bones, and it was impossible to burn the aroma of burning protein, let alone the smell of barbecued pork. ”

The floor was also badly burned, and I cautiously stepped over and shone a flashlight into the coffin.

In an instant, I saw a strange charred corpse lying in the coffin. Moreover, the coffin was full of charcoal flakes.

This is not the skeleton we just saw in the coffin, where did this body come from? At the same time, I also found out that this is not an ancient corpse, but a modern human corpse. Judging by the equipment, this should be one of the little brother's team. But the face has been completely scorched.

The fat man staggered over, looked at it for a moment, and then pointed the flashlight at the top of his head:

"It fell from above and hit the coffin." I looked up, and sure enough, I saw a crack directly above the coffin, and up was the upper floor of the ancient building.

"The fire burned through the ceiling, and the body fell and fell into the coffin?" I said to myself.

The fat man said: "And then he was burned to death?" ”

"Not burned." "We didn't hear any screams. You see, this man doesn't have any soot in his nose. Before he fell, he was already a corpse. He was supposed to be lying upstairs on the other side of the coffin, and the fire had burned through the ceiling, and he had fallen from it and into the coffin. ”

"And this coincidence?"

"It's not necessarily a coincidence."

With that, I asked the fat man to give me a hand. The fat man shook his head and said, "No, fat man, I'm old, this time I'll replace you below." ”

I looked at the fat man's situation and said in my heart that it was right. So the fat man stepped on my shoulder, stretched out his head, just in time to probe the crack, and then held a flashlight and shone it in.

The fat man was extremely heavy, and as soon as the weight of his whole body pressed on me, I felt that there was a breath in my stomach that was almost about to be squeezed out, so I quickly tightened the muscles of my whole body to resist the fat man.

I couldn't see what the fat man was doing on it, I only heard him cry: "Damn! ”

I gritted my teeth and asked what was there. He said: "I found them, the old woman and the little brother are here, but ......"

"But what?"

The fat man snorted: "Don't come up yet, you may not be able to accept it when you come up." It's not good, I'll take a look first. (To be continued)