The evening breeze is slow, the bright moon is hanging high, the thousand-year-old trees in the Mojia Valley stand in the night sky, the dense leaves are rippling layer after layer of waves in the gentle evening breeze, and the sound of swaying is like the sea caressing the desert without people. On the ground, there were all kinds of unnamed leaves and weeds that had accumulated for thousands of years mixed in the soil, and some of the withered yellow leaves sailed in an unknown direction with the evening breeze. A path of weeds and sentient beings, lonely and crawling to the deepest part of Mojia Mountain, the middle of the road crawling mossy bluestone slabs, cracks, mottled, as if telling the people who walk here the glory of the past and the vicissitudes of the present. However, looking at the mountains full of weeds and rotting leaves, it seems that no one has come to pay attention to this Mojia Valley for a long, long time.

At the end of the path, an ancient tomb is located in the deepest part of the valley, nine feet and nine feet above the ground, covering an area of nine square meters. The vague handwriting on the tombstone can only vaguely distinguish the five words "Seventh Ancestor Mo ......", and the others are difficult to recognize. In fact, the people of Loushui Village know that this is the ancestral tomb of the Mo Qiang family in the same village, and it is rumored that the ancestor of the Mo Qiang family was the official of the first rank of the minister in the ancient dynasty, and the official above 10,000 people under one person. Mo Qiang himself knew that it was just inappropriate, and he didn't believe that it was true, and the name of Mojia Valley came from this. A few years ago, when Mo Qiang's parents were still there, he also came to worship together, but after the death of his parents, he never came again, and because of his idleness and lack of business, he was timid and afraid of being bullied by the same people in the village, and was laughed at by the people of the village as "Mo Qiang Mo Qiang, really not strong at all," really responded to his name, if his parents named him Mo Weak when he was born, maybe it would be very strong. So "Mo Qiang, Mo Qiang, it's really not strong at all" has become a joke among the villagers after dinner, adding a little fun to the busy rural life.

"Since childhood, he has been reading poetry and calligraphy. Practicing martial arts to strengthen the physique, studying to a junior college. When you first enter society, there is no place to earn money. When I got a job, three or two thousand a month. Poetry, calligraphy, painting, and martial arts, what is the use. It's really hard to tell me how to live. Once I heard the feng shui, the day suddenly opened. Resolutely gave up his job and only put feng shui drills. When I have the experience, I will rob the tomb. Ah, what is a thief, this is called archaeology, archaeology, understand. I will steal and steal a piece of heaven. Ah, it's a thief again, and a thief is a thief, who knows, ah quack." The abrupt sound resounded in this lonely and desolate Mojia Valley, and the birds and insects in the frightened valley stopped abruptly, and after a few minutes, they chirped intermittently, and the valley became even quieter. Chenyang, a native of Loushui Village, his mother is a high school Chinese teacher, his father is a traditional Chinese martial arts instructor in the county and a member of the County Calligraphy Association. After graduating from college, he went to other provinces to find a job that was not very prosperous, lived a 9-to-5 life, and always wanted to find a job that could earn a lot of money, but he has not been able to do so, one day on the Internet I saw someone relying on Feng Shui knowledge to do the "business" of tomb robbery, and can also find one after another ancient tombs in some seemingly inconspicuous places, resell a large number of cultural relics, and earn a lot of money. So on the weekend, Chen Yang walked to Xinhua Bookstore and began to check out books on feng shui knowledge, and then he was deeply attracted by the content of the book, fascinated, and infatuated. So the next day, when his parents did not agree, his girlfriend did not support, and his friends did not understand, he resolutely quit his job, bought a full set of books on feng shui, and locked him in his room for three months to "devote himself to studying" his "career". Everyone knows that stealing ancient tombs and selling cultural relics is against the law and will be imprisoned, but he was not intimidated by his boldness, and still insisted on his so-called ideals and stole a piece of the sky.

However, the ideal is plump, the reality is skinny, and after looking at seven or eight feng shui "treasure lands", the things dug up are dirt in addition to stones, and sometimes you can see one or two earthworms rolling in the dirt. He never gave up lightly and was not defeated by reality, and then closed the door to "concentrate on studying", and after three months, he went out of the customs and took action, that is, today, he bought a full set of tomb robbery equipment, put it in an oversized travel bag and returned to the village, the goal is the tomb of the ancestors of the Mo family in Mojia Mountain. At sunset, when the tired birds returned to their nests, they carried their tools and went straight to their destinations, although no one believed that the ancestors of the Mo family were ancient officials, let alone that there would be any funeral goods in the small tomb, which is what is called cultural relics and antiques in modern times. But Chenyang just believed it, not for anything else, just for a few "nines" in the tomb, Chenyang firmly believes that the number of ninety-nine, this must be something exquisite, although I can't be sure what it means, and it can be seen how "exquisite" Chenyang's feng shui is.

"Oh yes, I crossed the mountains, crossed the river and crossed the bridge, my clothes were torn, and my hairstyle was messed up to come to this place where birds don't shit, oh no, where birds poop a lot, am I easy, if I can't dig up antiques this time, I ...... I...... I'll just ...... I'll continue to go home and study, hmph, you want me to give up, no way, just rely on my smart and peerless head melon seeds are afraid that I won't be able to eat your feng shui, wait and see."

Mojia Valley, the nearest family in the village is also several kilometers away, and it is dark, although there is a bright moon hanging in the sky, but you can see something, so Chenyang is not afraid of being discovered, so he has been muttering alone, on the other hand, it is also for himself to be brave, Bijing this big night, and in this valley where no one has been in many years, the wind is cloudy, and the shadows of the trees in the distance are so "swaying" under the illumination of the moonlight , It's hard not to think that it's like countless ghosts wandering back and forth, it's scary, no matter how bold a person is, there will be times when his heart is weak, just like the current Comrade Chenyang.

"My dear, you go slowly, be careful of the branches in front of you......" The creature began to sing his revised lyrics again, carrying a large bag of tools, the flashlight in his hand shining around from time to time, and the cat came to the tomb step by step with his feet. glanced at the tomb slightly, "There are more weeds than before", then folded his hands, bent down slightly and said: "Ancestor of the Mo family, you see, no one has come to clean this environment for you for so many years, many places are insected and rotten, you don't feel good when you smell this smell, your uncompetitive descendant Mo Qiang doesn't care about you, who called his parents to name him Mo Qiang, if only he was called Mo Qiang, he won't come to do sanitation and weeding with you." You see how good I am, such a big night, everyone else is resting at home, but I'm here for you to do hygiene, weeding, loosening the soil, I'm a good person, wait until I'm done with it, you can just give me something good, don't remember me, really, thank you first, Amitabha." After finishing speaking, he put down his hands and squatted down and took out the tools, Luoyang shovel, the necessary things for tomb robbery, and then tied the flashlight on his head, picked up the Luoyang shovel with both hands and walked to the back of the tomb, planning to dig a hole from behind that only allowed one person to enter, because this is a small tomb, and it is not hidden underground, so there is no need to worry about any traps and the like.

I saw Chenyang take the Luoyang shovel and shovel a shovel to sprinkle the dug soil around, the soil was scattered among the leaves and weeds, making a sound like rain, about an hour passed, Chenyang crawled out of the hole, and exhaled heavily, "Ya, I'm tired, I've dug so deep, why can't I see the coffin, how can I get the antiquities if I can't see the coffin, what do I take to make money without antiquities, no, I have to keep digging, I still don't believe me." So Chenyang walked into the cave after resting and began to dig, when he heard the sound of "dang", Chenyang was completely puffed, this dug through the entire tomb, dug up the tombstone in front, and it was still in addition to the stone is dirt. "How can there be no coffin, how can there be no coffin, why is there nothing, it shouldn't be." Chenyang, who sighed, sat down without getting out of the hole, thinking and thinking deeply.