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The light from the room shot out and struck us like a long knife, separating us both like an insurmountable chasm.

There is also a gap between people, ideologically and in status.

I don't blame the old couple of the Sha family, because it is one of the bad roots of human beings to have bad intentions when they see gold, and no one can avoid it. Empathy, if I were them, maybe they would do the same thing.

Except for what happened tonight, Sha Lao Fist is still a good old man in my heart.

"Sha Ye, forget it. I said.

"Child, make it clear, Grandpa Sha is old and can't understand. Sha Lao fist was not at ease, and bent down to ask.

"At this point, when you go out of this gate, forget about it, and go back and fill in the great hole in the courtyard, and tread it firmly. I forgot about it, and I just thought that nothing had happened without this jar. I explained further.

"Good, good. Sha Lao nodded happily with his fist, like a chicken pecking at broken rice.

I was going to kick him out, but after thinking about it, I changed my mind and pointed to the eaves at the door of the north house: "Shaye, come and sit, I still have a few questions, you have to answer me truthfully." ”

Sha Lao nodded hurriedly: "Okay, as long as I know, you just ask." Why don't I move the jar to your house?"

I shook my head: "Just put it under the eaves." ”

There are ice coffins and Ming Qianying in the house, and they must not be seen by Sha Lao's fist.

With a "meow", a big fat cat scurried over the ridge of the North House, stepped on the mud with its paws, and rolled down the ridge with a stagger.

Sha Lao looked up with his fist, his expression slightly flustered.

"What's the matter, Shaye?" I looked at the words and knew that he had discovered something.

"Son, I've seen this big cat a lot since your grandfather left. As the old saying goes, when the big cat enters the mourning house, strange things will follow—you are the only one left in the house, so be careful!" Sha Lao replied with a fist.

If it were in normal times, I would definitely be grateful for the care of the elders in the old neighborhood, but now that Grandma Sha is robbing gold, no matter how much Sha Lao Fist says that he is more sympathetic and caring, all I can feel is hypocrisy.

I looked up to the west, and the big cat fluttered over the two roofs, and then came to a high place on the west side, and sat on a higher cornice, facing this way. It looked like I was looking down on my yard.

"Don't be afraid. I shook my head.

After the change of the "mirror room", these little things can no longer touch my nerves.

"Be careful to sail the boat of ten thousand years, child, you are now the only seedling of the Xia family, take care!" Sha Lao said with a fist.

He put the jar under the eaves, dragged two more small marzas, helped me open one first, and invited me to sit down, and then sat down on his own side.

"Sha Ye, repeat to me what my grandfather said and did when he entrusted you with the altar, the more detailed the better. I said.

The jar is the only relic left by his grandfather, since he has such a foresight, he must have deliberately left a lot of key clues to entrust the jar to Sha Lao's fist. It's a pity that he didn't see the future of his eldest brother clearly, so that there was a change in the Tiegong Temple on the shore of Daming Lake.

"Back then—" Sha Lao scratched his fist and looked towards the gate, "I remember it was a light rainy night. It was very dark, and Brother Xia invited me to this courtyard, made two dishes, and drank two bottles of Beijing Erguotou. When the wine was hot, Brother Xia said about entrusting the altar. I said yes without hesitation. This incident itself is very normal, and many old neighbors have entrusted themselves to each other, beware of their sudden death in the middle of the night, and their descendants will fight over the house and money. When people get old, they always think carefully. Heaven and earth together, I don't know what's in the altar at all, and when I stand up, I have to carry the altar away. Old Brother Xia grabbed me and asked me to bury it in the dead of night, these things must be known by God, he knows and I know. We drank for a while, and at two o'clock in the second half of the night, we went to my house together, dug a sacred pit, and buried the jar. I thought it was just a normal jar, but after we put the jar at the bottom of the pit, I had just picked up the shovel and wanted to bury the earth, when your grandfather suddenly stopped me and did a very strange thing-"

Sha Lao frowned with his fists, his eyes kept blinking, and his right hand scratched vigorously at the back of his head, making a piercing "click" sound.

Since the jar contained so many amazing things, I could guess that Grandpa couldn't just bury it in the pit, and there must be other follow-up means.

I've read some very unpopular Feng Shui texts that mention that many thaumaturgists have special "burying techniques". Under normal circumstances, the "burial technique" will be applied to the process of sealing the tomb after the death of the emperor and nobles, and it is a very important process, through some mysterious and abnormal strange door techniques, so that the entrance of the tomb has a change similar to "underground displacement", so that tomb robbers and treasure hunters can not enter the door even if they know the exact location of the tomb.

The Tomb of Qin Shi Huang and the Tomb of Genghis Khan Water King have become a mystery in history, it is precisely because of the use of "burial technology" in the construction process, so until today, the whereabouts of Genghis Khan's Water King Tomb are still unknown, even if the descendants of craftsmen who participated in the construction of the mausoleum that day, with the topographic drawings left by the ancestors, still can not find the exact location of the mausoleum.

The design and use of the "Buried Technique" is very paradoxical, which is mixed with too many theories of Qimen Dunjia and Five Elements Bagua, and is close to the five ghosts and the strange techniques such as crossing the sea in the sky. Today, this thaumaturgy has become a secret art that simply serves the big names of the country, and ordinary people have no chance to contact it at all.

"What did he do?" I asked.

On my surface, of course, I didn't have surgery, lest Sha Lao's fists be too tense and turn a lot of real memories into fictional fragments.

"He was holding a live chicken whose mouth had been tightly wrapped in scotch tape and could not make a sound. When he got to the edge of the pit, he said a series of things that I didn't understand, and then he broke the neck of the chicken and sprinkled the blood on the jar. In the end, there was not a drop of chicken blood left, and the outside of the jar was already stained red with blood. He threw the dead chicken at the bottom of the pit, took out a knife, and cut his wrist, dripping his own blood on the jar. After doing this, he motioned for me to fill in the soil, half a foot and a layer of soil, and trample it layer by layer. Sha Lao said with a fist.

According to him, what Grandpa did was exactly the program in the "Art of Burying". Chicken blood and human blood are the introduction of thaumaturgy, but what really matters is the spells that Grandpa said before doing it.

Each thaumaturgist's spell is different, just like the Miao Jiang Gu Refiner's Gu, each spell is different, and only the person who does it can lift it.

"Anything else?" I saw that Sha Lao's fist seemed to have something to say, and he didn't mean to end it.

"This ...... This, and one more thing, I don't know if it has anything to do with burying the jar, but it's weirder than burying the jar. He knelt down on the ground where the altar was buried, and slowly kowtowed to the southwest, and pressed his forehead against the new soil for five minutes without lifting up, as if he were asleep. At that time, the rain that had been sparse suddenly became extremely violent, just like going back to the rainy season in August, and in just a few seconds, half a foot of rain accumulated in the yard. He was still kneeling there, below the knees, half of his body in the water. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I took the shovel and retreated under the eaves and watched him silently. The new soil was very soft, and as soon as the rain soaked, it immediately fell down, and his body fell with it. By the end, he had sunk more than two feet down, and the rain had reached his chest. In normal times, I might have run over and pull him up and try to wake him up, but at that time, I didn't dare to do anything, like I was in a nightmare, I didn't dare to move. If you think about it, the rain mixes with the dirt and turns a very cloudy yellow-gray color. His head was in the water, and only his back was left on the surface, like a dead fish that was half sinking and half floating......"

As Sha Lao spoke, he entered a state of self-hypnosis, his eyes were dull, he was in a trance, and he just talked to himself.

"Tianyu!" I was shocked more than Sha Lao's fist.

"Heavenly Rain" is the most profound path in the "Art of Burying Things", and it is also the highest level of the three paths of "Heavenly Rain, Earth Wind, and Popularity".

As for the "heavenly rain, earth wind, and popularity", there are also the four supreme realms of "divine realm, immortal class, cloud mountain, and fog cover", all of which are knowledge that ordinary people cannot get a glimpse of.

Grandpa's use of "Heavenly Rain" to bury this mysterious jar can illustrate two problems, one is that Grandpa attaches great importance to the altar, and the other is that Grandpa's use of "burying art" is very pure, and he should have a very high attainment in this thaumaturgy.

It's a pity that in our Xia family's old mansion, we can't find anything related to the "art of burying things", which shows that grandpa didn't think of passing on this thaumaturgy to me at all.

Thinking deeper, maybe the object that grandpa really wants to inherit is the eldest brother Xia Cheng, not me.

I'm just a dispensable member of the Xia clan, and no one is ready to push me into a certain position. On the contrary, those in the "mirror room" felt all kinds of differences in my body. Ultimately, where do I go and what do I believe?

Then the rain stopped, and all the water in the yard went into the pit where the jar was buried. Old Brother Xia has turned into a clay figure, dripping all over his body. I boldly walked over and grabbed him by the arm, pulled him up, and wiped the muddy water off his face with my sleeve. I was an uneducated person, and I couldn't tell what he looked like at the time, but I just felt that his eyes had changed. Originally, his eyes were shining, like two jewels, and he knew at a glance that he was a very intelligent man. However, from that moment on, the light in his eyes was gone, and only something hazy remained. I can't say why, I just felt the change. Stones, although the common people are not educated, but their brains are not stupid, they can see that they are good and bad. Brother Xia later became Alzheimer's, perhaps it started when it rained that night......"

The feeling of Sha Lao's fist was completely correct, and I could hear it from the description just now. My grandfather used all his energy to launch the "burial technique" of "Tianyu", and hid the jar secretly, which was equivalent to completing the final mission, and also used all his wisdom, and finally became a senile dementia.

In my vision, I once saw a person who looked like a grandfather - or that was a grandfather, who was using the "Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens Dragon Sorrow" acupuncture method to change the baby's life against the sky. Therefore, he has all kinds of thaumaturgy, including all aspects, and is a rare thaumaturgical superman.

His Alzheimer's disease, his death, are great losses to the thaumaturgical world.

As the old saying goes, God is jealous of talent.

A person who is too smart will never end well, because he always overdraws his wisdom and can see through the heavens, so he is punished by heaven.

This is the truth of life that "the extremes of things must be opposed, and the extremes of things will come".

After Grandpa suffered from Alzheimer's disease, it has become a joke on Qushuiting Street, and the old neighbors in the old town will hide their mouths and laugh when they pass by the door, mocking the gray-haired and undressed old man. No one knows his former glory, and if history were to repeat itself, I believe he would show his skills and impress everyone.

"What happened after that, nothing special. Sha Lao said with a fist.

When he lies, his right leg shakes. Now, I see him shaking his legs again.

"Really?" I asked.

It seemed that Sha Lao wanted to refute with his fist, but under my forced gaze, he shrank and replied, "No, he buried things, I always feel uneasy." Then one day, I told your grandmother Sha about this, and she reminded me to dig out the jar first, and if there is nothing forbidden in it, then bury it again, but the two of us started from the position where the jar was buried, until we dug up the whole yard ground, and we didn't find the jar, which is really strange. Later, your grandmother Sha said that I lied to her, which made me have a hard time explaining. I remembered the strange rituals that Brother Xia did after burying things, and I also realized that it was a very strange thaumaturgy, so I died. A few days ago, Brother Xia was critically ill in the hospital, and your Grandma Sha and I started digging the jar again, but we didn't dig for half a night, so we got the jar out. ”

His explanation was reasonable, but I knew that he was digging the jar in order to keep it to himself.

In fact, if he didn't take me to his house to see the gold bars, this matter would be better solved, as long as he secretly hid it, no one else would know about it except Grandma Sha, wouldn't it be more thorough?

Why, then, did he come to me again and take me to get the gold bars?

In addition, as soon as grandpa died, the "art of burying things" was already unsolvable, and the fate of this altar should be buried forever in the ground and never seen the light of day, how could it be suddenly found by their old couple?

Sha Lao fist told the old mansion in the past and revealed the secret of the altar entrusted by his grandfather, but then brought more strange things that violated common sense, which could not be dismantled one by one.