"Huh?" I didn't understand for a while: "Grandma, I don't understand, how can the roots of the tree get into the cracks of your bones?" ”

"Oops! It's the roots of the tree that are stuck in the cracks of the bones, you and Grandma come and take a look! ”

"Okay."

I followed this grandmother for a long time and came to the cliff.

Looking around, where are there houses and people?

"Grandma, where is your home?"

Grandma pointed to the bottom of the cliff and said, "Look, there is a tree growing there at the bottom of the cliff." ”

I looked in the direction she was pointing, and there was indeed a tree growing on the edge of the pool, but there was no house.

I was about to ask her something more, but when I turned my face, Grandma was gone.

"Grandma? Mother-in-law! What about people......"

Suddenly, I was pushed and jolted.

I saw my grandmother come up the mountain and call me: "Girl, why can't you wake up?" Went home for dinner. ”

I just felt that my body was very heavy, and I didn't get up for a while, but I just asked, "Grandma, have you seen a grandma with a cyan towel wrapped around her head?" ”

Grandma frowned: "Where did Grandma come from?" Isn't it just me an old woman? You're dizzy, you girl. ”

I went home with my grandmother and had dinner, and I was lying in bed tossing and turning, thinking about it all the time, and it was too real to be like a dream.

So I decided to go to the place in my dream tomorrow morning.

The next day, I took my grandmother's baked bread and went up the mountain early, and with the memory in my dream, I came to the edge of the cliff.

When I looked at the waterhole at the bottom of the cliff, there was really a half-sized camphor tree.

It is said that this waterhole has been around for 100 years and is the source of mountain spring water, and the water that my family eats comes from here.

There was a path that could be detoured, and I was sweating profusely, and by the time I got to the waterhole, I had long since lost my strength.

I drank two sips of water by the waterhole and sat for a while before rolling up my sleeves and going to pull out the tree.

Don't look at this tree, the roots are deep, you have to take a shovel.

I decided to go back first, have lunch and come over with a shovel.

After eating at noon, it was unlikely that anyone would come to sweep the grave, so I took a shovel and walked quickly down the path to the waterhole.

After digging for two hours, the pit was already very deep, and I pulled out the little camphor tree with great effort.

Just as I was pulling out the small camphor tree, I suddenly heard a 'boom' mountain shaking and the ground moving.

The ground shook so badly that I sat down on the edge of the pool, and the water in the stone pool was suddenly reduced by half, and I don't know where it flowed.

When I woke up, I looked into the pit and saw a corner of the blackened and worn straw mat.

I broke the branch and peeled off the brittle rotten straw mat, only to see a pair of white bones wrapped in the straw mat.

Immediately, I bowed to the people in the pit, muttering, "If you have offended, please blame it by mistake." ”

After reading, I filled in the pit again, and the water in the stone pool did not rise back.

Just as I turned around and was about to leave, a small stone door opened under the stone cliff behind me.

The stone gate is very narrow, and it seems that only one person can enter.

I swallowed, reminding myself not to go in, I don't know what will be in there!

But his feet seemed to be disobedient, and driven by curiosity, he walked to the small stone door.

I squeezed sideways into the stone gate, and the rock wall inside was soaked by the water and pressed against my back, which quickly got wet.

After walking a short distance, the world in front of me suddenly opened up, and the road was wider, enough for ten people to go down in parallel, and there were delicate stone steps polished from granite.

There was no light inside, and I fumbled to walk back, when suddenly I heard a gust of wind in my ears.

The torches on both sides spontaneously combusted, illuminating the cave.

After walking ten or so steps, you will come to a stone room, which is equipped with a lot of blue and white porcelain and some well-made bowls and jars.

There were several secret doors around the stone chamber, and I didn't know where they led, so I looked up overhead.

He actually built a stone ladder and circled up, and there was no end in sight.

I suddenly remembered a local legend that in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China, we used to live here with a large family surnamed Chu.

The young master of this family suffered from an incurable disease at a young age and died early.

The Chu family was very sad, and in order to make this young master Chu live comfortably underground, they spent all their wealth to choose a treasure land and build a big tomb.

As early as the seventies, there were people who stole them, but I heard that the stolen tombs were fake, and no one knew where the real tomb of the young master of the Chu family was.

If you can find the true tomb of Young Master Chu, it is estimated that you will not have to worry about it for a few lifetimes.

And I accidentally opened this small stone door because I pulled out the tree and touched the mechanism buried in the edge of the stone pool.

Spontaneously combusting flares should be coated with phosphorus powder and have a very low ignition point. The ghost fire I saw when I was guarding the mausoleum at night was actually based on this principle.

I didn't dare to stay longer, whether it was a real tomb or a fake tomb, I didn't have the courage to do this.

I ran out in one breath and took a few deep breaths of fresh air before my mood calmed down.

The small stone door was still open, and I didn't know how to close it again, so I ripped off Teng Man, who was hanging on the stone cliff, and covered the small stone door.

After I went back, I didn't dare to tell anyone, but my grandmother muttered that night: "It seems to be an earthquake today, and the earthquake will stop for a while." ”

"Poof!" I squirted the white rice out of my mouth and choked and coughed.

"You girl, why are you so distracted when you eat?" As he spoke, he put chopsticks on my plate.

When I was about to finish eating, I pretended to be casual and chatted after dinner: "Grandma, before we went to town, did we really live in a big family surnamed Chu?" ”