The so-called knowing the destiny of heaven, before entering the tomb, it is necessary to choose an auspicious time to open the coffin and take things, and there are some essential differences between the real tomb robbers and those who do not enter the stream. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

During the Three Kingdoms period, Cao Cao set up a special department for tomb robbing, which was not intended to become the later four professions, in fact, under a closer look, there are still inextricable links between these four doors.

Faqiu Zhonglang will command the four gates, the captain of the touching gold is responsible for finding the dragon point, the unloading force is responsible for opening the tomb, and the mountain movers are moving the mountain to find treasure.

Later, the four major tomb robbing sects that were originally working together were gradually divided into four factions, each with its own rules.

Old man Yi said that the difference between us and the four gates of touching gold is that the system is complex, the ancient seal of the Qimen is responsible for recording, the person who listens to the wind is responsible for finding a way out, the person who knows the destiny of heaven chooses a good day and a good day to open the coffin, and the person who looks for the treasures in the tomb, and so on, a total of eighteen doors.

What you learn is the most important breakthrough in the eighteen gates, to put it bluntly, after entering the tomb, you are responsible for breaking the tomb mechanism, without this door, once you enter the ancient tomb, it is nine deaths and one life.

Since then, I have also understood why Na Guan Ji retreated without destroying the gate of the ancient tomb, if it were not for the absolute understanding of the design of the mechanism in the ancient tomb, where would he have such a ability.

Old man Yi did not hesitate to compromise Yangshou for me to count a hexagram, for me I really feel ashamed, no matter how kind my grandfather was to him, but for me it has been turned into dust with the death of my grandfather.

Fifty years ago, my grandfather went to the mountains to learn art in order to make a living, and there were 19 people including the master. From the mouth of Old Man Yi, I learned that their master is called Ming Candle Daoist,.

At that time, there was a war in the middle of the war, and there were wars everywhere, and the Ming Candle Daoist took eighteen apprentices to practice on the mountain, and the eldest apprentice had the highest comprehension, but his mind was not right, and most of them were related to his origin.

His parents were killed in front of him when he was five years old, and since then, his lively personality has become silent, and he has been living on the streets since then, often bullied.

On this day, on the streets of the county seat, the Ming Candle Daoist who came down the mountain happened to encounter the five-year-old Na Guan Zhi who was bullied, and out of the compassion of the monks, the Ming Candle Daoist reached out to rescue him and kept him by his side.

At first, the people of Ming Candle Dao just felt that the disease was pitiful, and took him in on the mountain to teach him the ability to settle down, so that he could live a life when he went down the mountain in the future.

But I never thought that Na Guan Ji had been particularly interested in all kinds of carpentry work since he went up the mountain, and even made some large and small objects by himself.

The Ming Candle Daoist wanted to teach him the method of breaking the level, no matter what he would do in the future, at least this technique would not be lost. After that, Na Guan Ji showed his talent for traps, only about eight years old, he was able to make his own traps and go up the mountain to hunt, a 200-pound wild boar, he used the tools he made, and brought it back to the mountain.

But at this time, there are only two people on the mountain, the Ming Candle Daoist and the Na Guan Disease, although the Taoist cultivation is not rich and expensive, but the life can be regarded as passable. The good times did not last long, as the war in the outside world continued to escalate, families were destroyed everywhere, more and more refugees were displaced, and life in the Daomen became more and more miserable.

Seeing that the outside world was full of displaced refugees, Ming Candle Dao felt pity for him, and brought some of his younger, brighter children back to the mountains.

It was precisely because of this incident that the seeds of hatred in the young Na Guan Ji's heart began to sprout again, and as there were more and more junior disciples, Na Guan Ji found that he didn't know anything about what the junior and junior disciples had learned, and often blamed the master for being eccentric.

One day, the Ming Candle Daoist gathered all the disciples together, and at this time my grandfather had not yet gone up the mountain, and said to the disciples: "If you are separated, you can also eat the skills you have learned, and if you want to make a difference, you must be of one heart and one mind, and help each other." ”

My grandfather didn't know this passage, and after the Ming Candle Daoist said this passage, my grandfather was picked up by him on the mountain, and although he hated the junior disciples for robbing him of the ability that should have belonged to him, he was pressed by the master and did not dare to make a mistake.

A few years later, the Ming Candle Daoist was injured in an accident, and after he came back, he never got up again, and before he died, he called all the brothers to the hospital bed, and everyone said something, but only did not see the disease.

After the death of the Ming Candle Daoist, the brothers and sisters buried his body on the back mountain of the Taoist Temple, and the place was chosen by the Ming Candle Daoist himself before his death.

The conditions were not good that year, and it was already very good to be able to have a coffin to be buried, and the one that was buried, the disease did not appear, because the Ming Candle Dao people had words first, and after that, the brothers and sisters planned to go outside together. But it was as if the world had evaporated, and it never appeared again.

Seventeen brothers and sisters also joined the team of resisting Japan and saving the country, and in the face of the rain of bullets and bullets of the Japanese, although they were inevitably injured, fortunately there was no sacrifice.

On a winter day in 39, there was neither a battle nor a sneak attack by the enemy. Several brothers and sisters were seriously injured in a row, and they were about to die, but fortunately, at that time, the living Yama Luo Zhao, who inherited the medical skills of the Ming Candle Dao people, was still there for three days, and after his careful conditioning and treatment, several injured brothers and brothers gradually recovered.

When I woke up, my grandfather asked them one by one why they were so badly injured, and the answers they received were almost the same—that they were sick.

In order to prevent similar situations from happening again, his grandfather Mao Hongwu arranged these injured brothers and sisters to places that he didn't even know.

It was announced to the public that these departing brothers and sisters were all dead, and they came to paralyze the disease hiding in the shadows.

Yi Xinnian quietly calculated a hexagram for his grandfather before leaving, and the hexagram said that he and Na Guan Ji might not have a chance to see each other again in this life, but he would die because of that Guan Ji, and the final result was of course similar to the hexagram he calculated, except that he missed my father - Mao Wenxuan.

If Yi Xinnian is responsible for cleaning up the door and betraying the teacher. If it weren't for the fact that I saw the disease in the ancient tomb of Baishan County, I am afraid that when facing an old man who was in the age of the cane dynasty, I really didn't dare to say that I could do it.

Zou Yanchang recovered and was discharged from the hospital, I was worried that he would have another accident, and at the same time, I was afraid that the disease would come to him, so I bought a new house in a high-end community not far away. After settling the husband and wife, I was relieved to step on the southbound train.

There was a long bumpy ride, I didn't buy a sleeper ticket, and sat in a hard-seat car all the way to Guangzhou.

Opposite me was a white-bearded old man, the old man was very talkative, liked to tell stories, attracted people around him to ask him to continue to talk, I am naturally also a person who likes to listen to stories, and constantly follow the crowd to coax.

The white-bearded old man took a sip of water and stroked his beard: "Let's say okay first, this is the last one, although we sit on a hard seat, but my person is not a hard thing, and I have to sleep, right?" After talking about this one, I'll talk about it tomorrow morning, and I'll talk about this one after I promised it. ”

When everyone heard this, they hurriedly shouted, "Okay." ”

The white-bearded old man pouted his teeth and thought for a while: "Hmm... I'll give you two stories of secret burials, saying that this is in the Republic of China, when the warlords were in chaos, the world was in chaos, and the landlords and tyrants everywhere set up their own armed forces in order to protect their own property. ”

At that time, superstitious ideas were more important in remote rural areas, and special attention was paid to feng shui tombs. There is a place at the junction of western Hubei and Hunan, called Maodong, a total of eight surnames live here, because it is in the mountainous area, it is located in a remote area, and the war in the outside world is chaotic, here is still a paradise, the eight surnames are unusually united, and they also want to be rich.

There was a young man in a neighboring town whose family was poor, and his father was bedridden all the year round. On this day, I happened to hear a gentleman in the neighborhood who taught a private school talk about this place, and the young man laughed at him for being a fool and dreaming, and there were wars everywhere in these years, and we have the life to eat today, and I don't know if we will have the life to see the sun tomorrow.

Mr. Private School is a scholar, not only stubborn, but also can't tolerate others to question himself, where can he stand such ridicule, so he said angrily: "You yellow-mouthed child, do you know what Feng Shui is?" It is also known that it is a treasure land of dragon veins buried in Yin, how can you talk nonsense here. ”

Although the young man is poor, he also has a three-point earthy nature, and said: "You are a poor and sour talent, you are talking nonsense, the whole world is at war, where does it come from, is it not that you are stupid to read and read, and take the things in the book seriously, I want to see if your feng shui can be stopped when the guns of the Japanese devils hit your head." ”

Mr. was almost fainted by the young man's anger, trembling and saying a few words in a row, and then threw his sleeves back. When the young man saw that a teacher was speechless by his own arguments, he felt a little proud in his heart, and as soon as he pushed open the door of the house and saw the four walls of the house, the pride was immediately washed away.

The old father has been sick in bed for a long time, and the family really can't afford to treat him again, and he is about to die, the old mother has passed away early, and his only relative will die soon.

Looking at his home with four walls, heavy rain outside the house, light rain inside the house, strong wind and snow outside the house, and biting cold wind inside the house, where can I get half a penny to buy longevity materials for my old father, not to mention wanting to buy a good piece of land, this year I have no money to buy land, which is equivalent to throwing corpses in the wilderness, and there is no place to bury myself.

The young man sat on the edge of his old father's bed, looking at the body lying on the bed, and his mind was constantly thinking nonsense, and he didn't know what to do.

At this time, a figure walked by outside the dilapidated window, and when I looked closely, it was Mr. Private School, who was arguing with me in the morning.

At this time, the young man thought of Mr. Private School's words, more than ten miles away from the Mao Cave, where there is a treasure of fast feng shui. (To be continued.) )