"What's the matter, and the epitaph?" Zhang Ziming looked for the place where Ye Bingfeng was squatting and walked over, and also squatted down and smacked for a while, "The following half should be written in the inscription, you said that these ancients are so particular about digging a grave..." ”

"Is that book with you?" Ye Bingfeng asked, Zhang Ziming nodded suspiciously, "What are you doing in my bag?" Do you still want to translate here? ”

"It's not!" Ye Bingfeng smiled bitterly and shook his head, here is the translation? If there is an inexplicable thing that pops up, the family will be dead, so I turned my head and asked Huang Yingcheng, "Mr. Huang, please copy the words on this stone tablet..."

"All of the above?" Huang Yingcheng didn't know what the text was, first looked at the words on it, it was engraved on a small seal, and the general meaning could be understood, and then glanced down, Huang Yingcheng was blindfolded. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Mr. Ye, what kind of word is this, why haven't I seen it..."Huang Yingcheng put down the flashlight, took off his glasses and wiped his eyes, and he was sure that he was not mistaken, "Where is this word, how to draw symbols?" ”

"If you want to copy it, you will copy it! Do you still want to find "Luo Shen Fu"? Zhang Ziming suddenly said, Huang Yingcheng had nothing to say with a dark face, the two silver needles longer than a fountain pen just now were still fresh in Huang Yingcheng's mind, and they were inserted to the end at once, even if he had a little grudge with Zhang Ziming, it would not be so ......

"Mr. Huang, the following is written in the inscription! It's a long-lost text! Hearing Ye Bingfeng say this, Huang Yingcheng leaned over the stone tablet suspiciously, "Yanwen? As he spoke, he touched the inscription on the stele with his hand, "It's really strange..."

"Strange? Hey! Zhang Ziming interjected on the side, "There are many strange things, when you are played to death by evil ghosts in the future, and you are bored below, I will write you a thousand and ten articles to relieve your boredom..."As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Yingcheng brushed and ran out of the stone monument more than a meter away, his scalp was numb, "You mean that these words are written for dead people?" ”

"Almost!" Ye Bingfeng said, "Death text is a special kind of writing, to put it bluntly, it is a way to communicate with the dead!" Saying that, he glanced at Huang Yingcheng suspiciously, "It's just a word, what are you running?" ”

"No, no, no... Mr. Ye, in my senses, this stele exudes a powerful fear..."

"Gotta get it, Master Huang, don't make any excuses, just say if you're timid, you can copy it!" Zhang Ziming picked up Huang Yingcheng's pen from the ground and threw it to Li Dazhuang together with a flashlight, Dazhuang heard Ye Bingfeng say that this word was written for the dead, and he felt a little uncomfortable when he drew a scoop according to the gourd, but he saw that Ye Bingfeng and Zhang Ziming were next to him, and he was lying on the stele with his scalp and drawing it one by one.

"Senior brother, come and read this passage!" Zhang Ziming pulled Ye Bingfeng with his hands behind his back, and shone it line by line with a flashlight, "In March of the fourth year of the Huang Dynasty (223 years), the seven stars above the nine heavens were bright, but they fell out of time, Wenhe (Jia Xu) exclaimed that this battle would never be feasible, and those who went against the sky would be punished by heaven."

"March of the fourth year of the beginning of the Huang Dynasty?" Ye Bingfeng frowned, "According to history, it should be the year when Cao Pi first conquered Eastern Wu!" ”

"That's it!" Zhang Ziming nodded slowly and continued to shine down.

"Wen He persuaded Emperor Wen, Emperor Wen laughed and talked about Wen and the rats, so he forcibly conquered Eastern Wu, Wen He saw that the will of heaven had been decided, the number of numerology, and sighed gracefully, but Cao Pi returned from the battle in vain, and hurriedly summoned Wen He, Wen He did not see, Emperor Wen was puzzled, and he found out that Wen He was already sick, as good as a hundred, and was dying!"

"How can this be, it stands to reason that even if Jia Xu calculated that it was impossible to win this battle, just let Cao Pi fight, winning or losing has little to do with Jia Xu, what kind of heart does he have, why did he come back from a battle and Jia Xu was like that?" Zhang Ziming said.

"It is estimated that it is a lost life, the resentment caused by the war is too great, Jia Xu must see some doorways by stargazing, you look at the following!" Ye Bingfeng directly began to read: "In June of the same year, Jia Xu took a fortune and measured his fate, laughing and saying that his life was exhausted, but he was unable to return to the sky, Cao Pi was shocked, and asked it, can it be solved? Wen He replied: There is no other solution to the non-Kong Ming Seven Star Life Renewal Lamp, however, the Seven Stars have fallen to three stars, the Three Kingdoms are combined, and the number of qi has been lost. ”

"The three kingdoms are combined, and the number of qi is gone... Did Jia Xu calculate the fate of the Three Kingdoms? Zhang Ziming glared in surprise, "Seven stars have fallen to three stars, could it be that these three stars are the veins of national luck?" So NB..."

"According to the meaning of the words, I can probably understand whose life Zhuge Liang borrowed with the life-sustaining lamp!" The corners of Ye Bingfeng's mouth twitched, "It's the fortune of the country, the vein of the earth!" ”

"Impossible!" Zhang Ziming said, "This is not a joke, even if our ancestor didn't dare to move the earth's life, he is a Taoist priest who is a monk halfway, and he can't be killed by a thunderbolt, besides, whether there is a seven-star life-sustaining lamp is still one thing..."

But Ye Bingfeng is right to think about it, the seven-star life-sustaining lamp has been a legend since ancient times, and whether it is or not is really that thing.

Ye Bingfeng was too lazy to fight with this goods, and continued to look at the rest of the stone tablet: "Jia Shen Ri, Wen He, leave four sentences of residual poems, and make a will, bury the eighteen-mile mountain road in the south city of the Jin Kingdom, suppress all grievances, fix the corpse, and accumulate virtue and longevity." ”

"What do these four verses mean?" Zhang Ziming stretched out his hand to wipe the dust on the stone stele, and four lines of poetry were engraved in the lower left corner: "There is no virtue in the past ten thousand years, there is more than one number in the world, sixteen corpses are resentful, and the soul bones of the eight directions will live forever!" The number of dragons..."There is no one behind, and the last words don't look like they were deliberately omitted from the inscription, and Jia Xu should have braided his hair before he finished writing.

"Why the hell is this down to business? Died so coincidentally? Zhang Ziming didn't give up, wiped the dust down with his hand, wiped the blank two lines, and then went down to the text, Zhang Ziming died of his heart, "It's really amazing!" ”

"Ziming, I feel that these four lines of poetry are implying something like the person who erected the monument, you look at these last two sentences, what do the sixteen corpses mean? My Taoist Mortal? Ye Bingfeng wondered.

"What? Hades? Zhang Ziming almost jumped up, "Impossible, impossible, this Jia Xu knows how to do Taoism, but he has nothing to do in his grave, don't you..."

"What if it is used to guard the tomb and look at the dragon picture? Don't forget that Jia Xu is also a captain, so there will be fewer funeral goods? As for the inside of Jia Xu's tomb, I really don't understand..."Ye Bingfeng said.

"Then there is no such thing as the eighteen underworld formations changing into sixteen underworld formations..."Zhang Ziming and Ye Bingfeng said that the head is the way, and Li Dazhuang and Huang Yingcheng around him were stunned for a while, and there will be a Zhuge Liang for a while, and Jia Xu for a while, and in the end, what is the Underworld...

"Mr. Ye, do you mean that this tomb belongs to Jia Xu?" Huang Yingcheng asked tentatively, curious and the two of them discussed this stele with their heads bored, so they approached Ye Bingfeng to take a look at it.

"It's not Jia Xu's, is it still yours?" Zhang Ziming said coldly, "Hey? Mr. Huang, didn't some people say that there was some kind of fear in his feeling that this stone tablet was exuding? ”

Huang Yingcheng ignored Zhang Ziming with a dark face, helped the frame of his glasses, and went to see the inscription on the stone tablet.

"Da Zhuang, have you remembered?" Ye Bingfeng asked.

"That's it!" Li Dazhuang stuffed the notebook and pen into Huang Yingcheng's bag, took back his bag and took out a light machine gun, and pulled the bolt with a click, "Look at it, don't care about him!" Go in and have a look, it's a big deal to get a shuttle! As he spoke, he walked in with his head up, his gun on his shoulder.

Walking through the stele, the space can be said to be getting bigger and bigger, shining a flashlight on both sides, piling up wooden boxes, and there are some copper coins and jewels scattered next to the wooden boxes, Li Dazhuang turned on the flashlight again, walked over, seemed to have tripped over something, and looked down, ", it's a Japanese devil again!" ”