The fourth uncle called me, he and Teacher Zhao had Yin Mountain, let me go over, it seems that I have encountered some trouble.

I went over, to Yin Mountain, I didn't see them, I was looking around, the fourth uncle beckoned on the opposite mountain, the position in the middle, that position turned out to be a platform on the cliff, how to go up?

I called and asked the fourth uncle.

"You come around from the back mountain, there is a path."

Walked to the opposite side of the mountainside, it took more than an hour, and then I looked for the way, and sure enough, it was a road, close to the cliff, only the size of a foot, and I walked terrified.

Around there, the fourth uncle and teacher Zhao sat on the platform and looked at me.

"What's the matter?"

"There's a word on the door in the back, look at it."

The two of them were sitting, facing the outside, and I saw the door behind them, it was really a door, a stone gate, tall and big, at first glance it was a big stone, and it was as big a stone as the mountain shape, not to mention the door, I really couldn't see it.

There are words on the stone, vaguely there are words, I looked at it carefully for a long time, it is a witch word, just a "strip" word, I don't understand what it means, I go forward, there should be six doors, that should also be words, is it connected? I think it should be.

The second door is still the word "strip", it's really weird, and then go forward, it is the word "hair", in turn, and finally it is a sentence "strip braided hair on the head", what does it mean? I went back, sat down and said.

"What do you mean by braided hair? Seven doors, seven words, connected together is such a sentence, I really can't think of it. ”

The fourth uncle and teacher Zhao didn't understand, I looked around, the tomb should be Chengxiang, I can't see it, it may be a murderous tomb.

I can't feel it.

I stood up, and suddenly I felt that I had read such a sentence somewhere, absolutely, I couldn't remember it for a while, probably the knowledge was miscellaneous, I thought, think slowly.

Suddenly I screamed.

"It's a hanging poem, and the so-called 'hanging poem' literally means "to be hung (poetry)." In ancient times, it was said that during the Jahiriyah period, the annual 'forbidden moon' was held in the Okaz bazaar, 100 kilometers east of the city of Mecca, and the poets of various tribes competed to participate in the competition, and the poems that topped the list every year were written on linen in gold water and hung on the wall of the white temple of the Kar in Mecca as a reward, so it was called 'hanging poems'. The representative poet is um Rul. Gus. His masterpiece is the first part of "Hanging Poems". ”

After I finished speaking, Mr. Zhao stood up, and he looked at me and read it for a long time.

Friends, please stop! Cry with me, and remember:

Remembering lovers, hanging old homes, in the dunes, in front of ruins.

The south and north winds blew back and forth like shuttles, but the falling sand could not hide the remains of her former home.

This place used to chase joy, unbearable to look back and recall the past, now everywhere antelope dung, grains like pepper pills.

It was as if I had returned to the day when they were leaving, under the gum tree, I was like gnawing bitter melon, and its suffering was unspeakable.

My friend Lerma was busy with me:

"Cheer up, don't be too sad!"

Knowing that people go to the earth and empty to be sad, but when it comes to curing heart disease, only these tears are stringed.

It's like back then? Hurashi and his maid um ? The history of Lai Bab repeats itself.

Back then, the names of their masters and servants were spread everywhere, like the wind blowing lilacs all over the sky.

Thinking of this, I can't help but tear up tears, lovesick tears, and drop on the sword.

I hope that one day I will reunite with the group, and it is rare to be like Dalai? The day Jules Julie rejoices:

That day, I slaughtered my own camel for the girls, and I didn't have to make a fuss! I will share the luggage with someone.

The girls tossed the barbecue to each other, and the smell was fragrant and tender, like pieces of silk and satin.

That day, I got into Ou Neza's camel sedan chair, and she was half coquettish and half angry: "Damn it! You're squeezing me out of the saddle! ”

Our camel sedan was already on the side, and she said, "Go down!" Lo and behold, the camel's back is wearing out! ”

I said to her, "Loosen the reins and let it go!"

Don't mess with me! How can I go up to the tree and pick the fruit, and I will return it empty-handed! ”

I have come to my house at night to have a tryst with a pregnant woman, and I have asked a nursing mother to leave her baby aside.

The child was crying behind her, and she turned her upper body, which was under me but refused to move.

One day, behind the dunes, she turned her face and vowed to break me off.

Fatima! Don't be pretentious!

If we really break up, we have to talk about it and break up!

Is it that I love you so much and obey you that you are so carried away and arrogant!

If it is true that my character is not satisfied with you, is it not calm to remove me from your heart completely?

And why throw tears in the eyes, like sharp arrows, to shoot a broken heart to pieces?

Staying at home, hiding bird eggs in the depths of the boudoir, waiting for me to enjoy and play slowly.

The Pleiades are like jeweled jade belts, shining and hanging in the sky.

I evaded the guards to pick her up, and if anyone saw me cheating, it would kill me.

By the time I arrived, she had undressed to sleep, with only a shirt behind the curtain.

She said, "Oh my God! I really can't take you, you are so nonsense, when will it be over! ”

I slipped out of the boudoir with her hand, and she swept away her footprints with her embroidered robe, afraid that people would find out.

Passing through the open field in front of the tribal camp, we came to a flat field, among the dunes.

I tugged at her hair, and she collapsed into my arms.

The breasts are tight, the legs are plump, the skin is fair, and the waist is slender.

The smooth chest is like a mirror.

White and yellow, like a complete ostrich egg, the nutrients absorbed are a rare sweet spring.

She pushed me away, but she showed a pretty melon seed face and a pair of antelope-like eyes.

The jade neck is raised, without a necklace, like the neck of an antelope, neither long nor short.

The jet-black hair was long and draped over the shoulders, and the wisps of green silk were like strings of jujube spit ears.

Some of the braids are straight and some are curved.

The waist is soft as a rein, and the calves are smooth as a young trunk.

The bed is full of musk, and the morning glow is full of sky,......

"This is um rul? Qas's hanging poem has had a great influence on later generations and is considered one of the classic masterpieces in the history of Arabic poetry, this is a poem from the middle period, with braided hair and the head on the upper plate, what does that mean? ”

Mr. Zhao can memorize such a large number of poems, he has always been interested in such poems, and he also wants to find something from the poems, the influence of hanging poems is great, but not many people know, Mr. Zhao can memorize a large paragraph, I remember, this poem I also saw in Mr. Zhao's study, and suddenly remembered it.

The fourth uncle said.

"I don't understand any of this, but what does it mean to 'braided your hair on your head'?"

The fourth uncle looked up, we all looked up, and when we looked up, it was a blue sky, nothing, there were braids on our heads, and we didn't see it.

"I'll go to the other side of the hill and have a look, you two stay here."

I went back to the top of the opposite hill to look, I couldn't see anything, if it was a witch to make a tomb door, then it should be witchcraft, I looked with a witch's eyes, God, there were really seven braids sticking out from each tomb door, hanging in the air between the two mountains, knotted together, what should I do?

I went back and told me about the situation, and the fourth uncle said.

"You go to the point where the seven braids are wrapped and see what's going on."

"Got there? It's a kind of witchcraft, and if I suddenly lose my witchcraft, I'll fall down. ”

"The only flying wizard in your world."

"The flight of the nest witch, I'm worried that I won't be able to fly, you don't always use that witchcraft, and sometimes you can't control it."

Teacher Zhao looked at me, I thought I wouldn't spray anymore, it wasn't interesting.

I tried to go up, from one braid, to the knot, I just stood at the knot, I strangled it, the seven braids really disappeared, I fell down one of them, I heard Mr. Zhao's shout, the nest flew up, and almost fell on the stone.

After I stood firm, I heard a deafening sound all over the valley, and the seven tomb doors were opened, and the seven tomb doors rushed out, which was the reason why they had not been opened for a long time, and there was gas inside, and it seemed that the tomb was completely sealed, and there were no air holes.

After waiting for more than half an hour, the fourth uncle looked at me and said.

"I think we should go in."

I don't want to go in, as soon as the tomb is opened, it's not a good thing, a thousand years, you open it, what good can there be.

I glanced at Mr. Zhao, and he also wanted to go in.

The fourth uncle had already gone to the first tomb gate.

Teacher Zhao and I followed, the tomb was not so complicated, it was a large hall when I entered, and there were no other rooms and other passages, but there were more than 20 mummies on the shelves in the tomb, and the walls were depicted with lines of wolves, crows, and dogs, and I was stunned there.

"Fourth uncle, don't get closer, this is the place where shamans practice witchcraft."

"What?"

"Shamans mummified the bodies of their deceased people, buried in the ground, in the sea, cremated, or eaten by vultures or other animals. These are the duties of shamans. In some cultures, it is believed that shamans have a "spiritual" state, which is usually expressed in the form of their totemic animals, and on some occasions, in order to explore the spiritual scale more effectively, shamans even assume the role of their totemic animals, and become that kind of animal for a while, they can become wolves, crows or other creatures, you look at the stone wall, this is the most primitive beginning of shamanic witchcraft, fourth uncle, you must be careful, don't go any further. ”

"It's just a dead man, what are you afraid of?"

"Look at the wall opposite you, it's a statue of Weng Gaode, full body portrait, dressed in armor, tied with colorful striped skirts, nine bronze mirrors on the skirt, nine small copper bells, small colorful flags on his back, holding a sheepskin drum, and many small iron rings hanging on the drum handle. Dancing to a certain rhythm, the sound of drums, bronze mirrors and brass bells suddenly sounded. ”

The fourth uncle said.

"I see it."

"Shamans are spiritual, and they use spirits to practice witchcraft, which is the highest level of wizards, so I can't guarantee that there is no witchcraft in it."

Suddenly, we heard the brass bell slamming and booming.

"Not good, run."

I screamed, and ran out, Teacher Zhao and I ran out, but the fourth uncle stood there and didn't move, we came out, the tomb door was closed, I went up and wanted to push it open, but I couldn't push it at all.

"Dezi, don't worry, maybe the fourth uncle has a way."

"I'm afraid there is no way, I think he should be controlled by a kind of spiritual witch of a shaman, I think it is, otherwise he won't not run, the fourth uncle is best at running."

After I finished speaking, Teacher Zhao looked at me.

"Be steady first, there will always be a way, the fourth uncle is a tomb worm, he knows the tomb."

When Mr. Zhao said this, I think it makes sense, so just wait.

From time to time, I would go to the door and listen, but I would hear nothing.

"Teacher Zhao, this should be the most ancient witchcraft of shamans, the witches that do not always originate, you look at those mummies, the oldest way to send them off."

"You should know about the heavenly burial platform in Tibet, I think this seems to be the same, the platform we are sitting on now should be the corpse platform, put the corpse here, and let the animals eat it."

As soon as Teacher Zhao said this, I stood up, walked to the side, and looked at this platform, Teacher Zhao may be right, this is a corpse table, and the wizard completes a corpse sending ceremony here, and it is right to think about it.

It's dark, and the fourth uncle hasn't come out yet.

"Teacher Zhao, it's not okay to wait like this, I'll go to the tomb over there and have a look, maybe there is something similar."

I passed, the tomb door was closed, all closed, I opened the witch eye again, the braid was gone, it seems that the fourth uncle is in trouble, this is witchcraft, the original shamans are careless witches, that is, spiritual, with spirit to complete a form.