Chapter 36: The Burial Objects in the Lotus Jar

"Water tank?" Bao Datong's eyes widened in surprise, "When will the water tank also become a cultural relic?" ”

"Possibly. If it's very old. Wan Li said, "But the cultural relics are generally burial goods unearthed from large mausoleums, I don't know archaeology, but the burial water tank seems a little strange." I've heard people say that in a place like Xi'an, you might be able to dig a few times with a small shovel, and you might be able to find something good, but the water tank - how does it sound so - so-"

"I didn't say it was a very precious, archaeological and crafty tank." Ruan Zhan said helplessly.

"Then you say it's a 'relic'? Sounds so noble! Bao Datong blinked, "Don't make a fool of yourself, okay?" ”

Ruan Zhan sighed lightly, not knowing what to say. These people, just listening to what he said, kept guessing on their own thoughts, which gave him a chance to explain.

"When I say that these three lotus pots are 'unearthed relics', I mean that they were indeed dug out of the soil, and they are indeed two or three hundred years old, or even longer, and that some strange things have happened. It's a metaphor, do you understand? ”

"That means these three tanks have no value, and the only thing worth studying is the strange things caused by these three tanks?" Bao Datong asked.

Ruan Zhan nodded, "That's right." These three water tanks are very large, and they are painted with lotus flowers, if there is material value, that is, those bright red lotuses painted on the surface of the tank, why can they be buried in the soil for so many years without changing color. ”

"You said these three tanks are big, so what are they for?" Xiao Xia, who had not spoken, interjected, "Is it named Lotus Jar because it is full of lotus flowers?" Or is it used to raise lotuses? If it has anything to do with supernatural events, I've heard people say that some places use water tanks as shelters for the dead, aren't they—"

"Wait!" Wan Li interrupted Xiao Xia's words and turned his head to look at Ruan Zhan, "You said there are three water tanks?" ”

"It's three."

"We have two demons attached to children here, and there won't be a third one, right?" Wanli was startled, just these two are enough to kill people, or three? Wouldn't that kill them?

"If you don't keep asking questions, you'll understand after listening to me." Ruan Zhan was tortured by these three people, and he was full of powerlessness.

This is one of the reasons why he doesn't like to be close to people, there are too many people to make trouble, not too many people can solve problems quickly, sometimes a person can do things better.

"You say, you say, we don't intervene anymore." Little Shalawan sat on the edge of the bed and glared at Bao Datong again.

Seeing that the three of them finally quieted down, Ruan Zhan said slowly, "I just said it, because with this address, I found the place where the accident happened back then quite easily." However, the people in the small place are more superstitious, and there is a legacy of that strange incident, so the locals did not dare to talk about it at first. I thought I was looking for trouble, just like the reporter in the big city five years ago. From this point, we can conclude that Zhang Zixin did disappear from this place, at least he came here, and did something hateful to people. ”

"It's easy to get in touch!" As soon as Bao Datong spoke, he received a pair of white-eyed flying knives from Xiao Xia, and hurriedly stopped.

"But there must be a brave man under the heavy reward, and something happened in the village at that time, the grandson of the village chief got lost on the mountain on a rainy night, and he was a little delirious after returning home, and he had been making trouble for more than half a month, so I helped them, so they told me what happened back then." "Xitoudian is quite dry, so five years ago, they wanted to build a reservoir, which is really just a reservoir to store some water during the rainy season. For this matter, the county only gave a little financial allocation, and all the labor was paid by the village itself. But because it will be good for everyone after this is done, as long as there are strong laborers, everyone will contribute to digging the reservoir. Everything went well until one day, a villager dug up something hard. At that time, everyone was very excited, and they all guessed that it would be a treasure or something, knowing that the terracotta warriors and horses were also accidentally discovered by a farmer when digging his own vegetable patch. But just as everyone was looking forward to the prospect of making a fortune and becoming famous, a few strong laborers had already dug up the thing that was buried deep in the earth. As soon as this thing was unearthed, everyone was disappointed and strange, because they were three things that were locally called lotus pots, which were not very special and precious, and it was only strange why someone would bury this kind of lotus pot in such a deep place. ”

"I'll interject." Bao Datong whispered, and gestured with two fingers to prove how insignificant his words were, "If you dig a reservoir, it should be daytime, but I want to know what day and hour made that thing see the light of day, have you asked?" This is important! ”

"How could I have forgotten this, after that thing comes out, whether it is evil enough or not, the day and the hour are quite important." Ruan Zhan said, and then told Bao Datong these details, and added, "Because this incident is so terrible, the villagers even remember that the sky was not very good at that time, and it was very gloomy, but it never rained." ”

"What's next?" Wanli reminded Ruan Zhan to continue.

"The three lotus pots are one big and two small, the big one is in the middle, and the two small ones are separated from each other, and they are swinging sideways. Although the unearthed thing disappointed everyone, because of such a mysterious appearance, the village chief still ordered people to lift the three water tanks out of the pit. After carefully sanding the soil off the top, the villagers saw what made the lotus pot special. Not to mention that the lotus flowers painted on the surface of the tank are still so fresh after being buried for so long, as red and bright as soaked in blood, and even the lids of the three water tanks are not ordinary things. Normally, the lid of the tank is made of wood or the same material as the tank, but the three cylinder heads are made of a pale yellow stone with strange black lines like charms. At that time, people said that this cylinder cover was afraid that it was jade, and it would be worth the old money. As soon as some people said this, others said that this lotus pot is buried so deeply, I am afraid that there are a lot of years, but the head of the pot is so valuable, and it is impossible to say that it contains gold and silver treasures. When I saw that when I carried the water tank up just now, it took four or five strong laborers to carry it, and there must have been a lot of things in it. Since everyone said so, the village chief took the initiative to carry the three water tanks to the ancestral temple in the village, and then opened the tanks in front of the whole village after dinner that day. ”

"Big murderer!" Bao Datong said a word, which startled Xiao Xia.

Since he heard Ruan Zhan talk about the days and hours just now, he has been frowning, and he has not pinched his fingers like the Taoist priest in the film and television drama, I don't know what he is thinking, at this moment he heard Ruan Zhan say that those villagers opened the jar in the ancestral temple, and suddenly a sentence popped up.

"Yes, it's the big murderer." Ruan Zhan nodded.

"What you just told me was the day of the Gregorian calendar, and I calculated for a long time before I figured out that it was originally the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar." Bao Datong said, "When they were unearthed, the sky was cloudy but not rainy, so the gas condensed and did not go, and the result was carried to the ancestral temple, borrowed the yin qi there, and only opened the cylinder after the next night, it is simply the time, the place, the people and all occupied, not to mention that they themselves are fierce, even the things that are not fierce will also carry evil spirits." Now it's good, and it's worse than worse, so we've suffered a lot. ”

"Don't be afraid, we're the Boss Terminators." Wan Li smiled, "Ah Zhan, you go on, what's in that water tank?" ”

That night, all the villagers came to the ancestral temple happily and opened the cylinder under the auspices of the village chief. At that time, everyone was very excited, but they didn't expect that the cylinder head couldn't be opened, as if it was sealed by something intangible, and it was impossible to call several young men with the most strength in the village to move it together.

But the more this is the case, the more everyone thinks that there is a treasure in it, so they try their best to open the cylinder, tossing until almost midnight, a reckless young man finally couldn't bear it anymore, ran home and got a sledgehammer, wanted to knock down the stone cylinder head, but the day was hot and sweaty, his hand slipped, and the hammer smashed into the big vat in the middle, and the vat was broken at once!

As soon as the tank cracked, the lid of the heavy stone collapsed, sending a cloud of dust to the ground. When the scene calmed down a bit, and the people around instinctively dispersed, everyone saw that the water tank was completely broken, and the stone lid was also broken, and there was no gold and silver treasure in the tank, only a dry bone, which had been smashed to pieces by the collapsed stones!

At that time, many people were frightened, but they didn't expect to carry people's 'coffins' to the ancestral temple in their village, so they turned around and ran away. But there were also brave people who stayed, and looked carefully at the broken jar, and found that the dry bones in the jar were scattered, and the teeth were broken, but between a few teeth that were still intact, there was a golden bell, and there were several pieces of funeral jewelry piled up next to the broken tiles, and there was a copper handle engraved with incantations on the ground, and it was obvious that he was an old Taoist priest before he died.

With the lure of gold and silver, and so many people present at the same time, people were not so afraid, and even the people who ran to the door came back, curious about the life of this old way, and wondering why it was buried in their village, but more of a greed and covetousness for wealth. This can't be blamed on them, the natural environment of Xitoudian is harsh, people are very poor, and they are naturally extremely hungry for money. Now these things have been found, although there are not many, but everyone suspects that those two small jars are the funeral goods of this old way, and there must be more belongings!

So everyone first put away the belongings around Lao Dao, including the golden bell in his mouth, and then they wanted to open the two small jars, but for fear of smashing the baby, they couldn't use it like smashing the big jar. After such a discussion, someone tried to move the stone cylinder head, and the strange thing is that it was easy to move it even though it was clear that it was dead just now. And when the villagers were surprised and delighted, a child's voice suddenly came from the tank, calling for Mom!

At that time, because of the commotion at the scene, and some parents with their children, although everyone was startled, they soon thought that it was the children in the village who were calling, and the desire for wealth made them ignore it at all, and they opened the cylinder head with coaxing. And when the few people who stood closest saw what was in the tank, they all screamed, jumped out of the distance, and as soon as their hands were loosened, the stone cylinder head fell again!

This time, the lotus pot was not completely broken, but split into several pieces as if it had been split, and there was a net of unknown silk mixed in the cylinder, causing the cylinder to break but not to disperse. From these cracks, we can see that there was not a single treasure of gold or silver in the two jars, but a child of five or six years old sitting cross-legged in the jars. Because when they carry the jar into the ancestral temple, they are arranged according to the position dug out, so the men on the left and women on the right can see clearly.

These two little children were not just a pile of dry bones, like the old way, but brightly dressed, picturesque, and lifelike, sitting there with their hearts facing the sky, and it was obvious that they were the ones who accompanied the funeral.

The villagers were frightened and ran home in a puff of smoke, and no one reburied the two children in the middle of the night. But that night, the voices of two children in the village kept shouting, Mom! Mom! None of the dogs in the village barked in the middle of the night, and some villagers heard a child knocking on the door and calling for their mother, so frightened that they didn't even dare to come out of the bed!

The next morning, when the sun was rising, the village chief, accompanied by a few respected people in the village, led a group of strong laborers to the ancestral temple. They wanted to bring the three dug-outs back to the soil, and they also specially invited a goddess who was said to have immortal power in the local area because of the top immortals. But as soon as they approached the ancestral temple, they felt that the situation was wrong, not only a strong smell of blood came, but also dark red blood stains dripped from the entrance of the ancestral temple to the inside.

Everyone was frightened, but they couldn't help but look at the situation, so they lit torches in broad daylight and entered the ancestral temple under the leadership of the goddess and the village chief. As soon as I entered the gate, I saw that there were many dead dogs on the ground, each of which had been bitten by sharp teeth and sucked up blood, and no dog in the village was spared, but I didn't understand why those dogs died here last night without barking. And in the temple, the pair of children who seemed to be alive also changed, except for the blood stains on the side of their mouths, the whole corpse began to decompose, as if because of the light and air, their flesh could no longer be preserved.

The goddess said that because they were sheltered by the spirits of their ancestors, the two imps had already left, but because they had already alarmed them, they had to be buried again, and they had to be buried far away from the village, preferably across a river. This can make it difficult for the people in the village, you must know that Xitoudian is dry land, and the surrounding villages are the same, besides, if you bury this fierce god to others, others will definitely not agree. If you have to cross the river, you have to walk hundreds of miles to have such a place.

While discussing what to do, everyone found three lotus pots that were more common in the local area, and put these three ancient corpses into them respectfully, praying that these ghosts and gods would not be condemned because of the villagers' unintentional offense. But this is useless at all, and what the goddess said about the ancestral protection does not work at all. The old man didn't make a fuss, but that night the voices of the two children appeared again, knocking on the door to find the mother, and the black handprints of the children were found on the doors of several houses the next day. But if it's just like this, it's okay, in fact, from this day on, the village began to die inexplicably, not someone walked well, just fell to the ground, hit his head against a stone, and died on the spot, that is, someone hanged himself for no reason, and good friends suddenly pulled out knives against each other, at that time the people who were closer to these three water tanks were even more crazy and crazy, sick and sick, even if it was the village chief who was super hard, although he was fine, but his wife was crazy.

Now everyone was scared, thinking that they would send these three plague gods away no matter what. Their village is very poor, and they originally wanted to sell the jewels around Lao Dao and share the money, but now they also know that they don't have the fate to fly to foreign wealth. So he secretly sold the jewelry to the cultural relics dealers who came to collect antiquities privately, and with that large amount of income, he tried to bury the contents of the three lotus pots on the other side of the river five hundred miles away. ”

"Are they okay since then?" After listening to Ruan Zhan, Xiao Xia asked.

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