The Most Thrilling Tomb Tour: Tomb Raider

Chapter 1 Laoshan Taoist loquat ghost (1)
When my grandfather was young, his family was in the bank and cloth business, and his ancestors were well-known big families in Shandong.The local people left a joke: It is said that when the Yellow River was flooded, there was a beggar who was fleeing famine and begging for food. He passed by my grandfather’s house and wanted to come in to beg for a bowl of food. Such a touch of vermilion lacquer on the edge of the gate.Seen by my grandpa's mother, my great-grandmother, she just took a broom and drove the beggar out.

The beggar stood at the door and scolded the street for a long time, causing all the men, women and children in the village to come to watch the fun. Later, an older old man couldn't stand it anymore, so he said to the beggar: "Go away, you scold her, she You can’t lose two catties of meat. You have to forgive others and forgive others. If you scold until dark and you’re hungry again, don’t you have to continue to beg for food?” The beggar made a reasonable decision after hearing this, but suddenly felt a stomachache. I walked in the corn field above for convenience, and then thought, "Damn, I don't want to fatten your land if I have shit." A sorghum field by the roadside was resolved.

When he came out, he saw a passer-by, and asked, "Brother, which village is this?"

Passers-by replied: "Da Liu Zhuang!"

"Hey! Then this piece of land belongs to your village?"

"The old Sun Village in the back is his family's land." The old Sun Village mentioned by passers-by is my grandfather's village, and his grandfather's name is Sun Guangxian.But this piece of land is still my grandfather's land.The beggar was so angry that he jumped up and cursed with his trousers up, and at the end he cried and sang with snot and tears: "Oh! My God! This family is not good! God, you don't have eyes." Ah! Why did you tell me to fatten his family's land?!"

Of course, this is a joke that everyone joked about after dinner, and it somewhat has the taste of the rich "being rich and not benevolent", but in fact my family is not like this.

Grandpa loved reading since he was a child, especially books about gods and monsters: "Sou Shen Ji", "Shan Hai Jing", "Journey to the West", "Feng Shen Yan Yi", "Yuewei Thatched Cottage Notes", "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio" and so on. He watched everything he could, and he also watched what he couldn't.All children have one thing in common, their ability to imitate is particularly strong.Grandpa watched and learned the characters in the book. For example, Nezha, grandpa wore a strip of red silk around his waist (anyway, the family is in the cloth business, and no one knows if he steals two). "Ling", wearing a longevity lock around the neck (silver, in China, both north and south have this special, I hope children wear it to live a long life) it is regarded as a circle of heaven and earth, if it doesn't feel like it And put on a stove hoop... holding a broken wooden stick in his hand, dancing around in the yard all day long.I don't know how to solve his "Hot Wheels" at that time?Anyway, when I was young, I heard my grandfather say that, and I felt very sorry.I told my grandpa, I heard that there is a thing called roller skates, if you had this thing at that time, put it on your feet, sprinkle some gasoline, and hold a match, wouldn’t it be more like Nezha?Every time I mentioned this suggestion, Grandpa would blow his beard and stare at me, but I always thought it was a good idea until I was sensible.

When my grandfather was 16 years old, he was fascinated by reading, and instead of doing a good job at home, he cried and clamored to go to Laoshan to become a Taoist priest.Worse than me, every time he puts forward this idea that he thinks is very good, what he invites is a scolding from his grandfather, or a beating from his father.But this idea did not evaporate because of the tears that evaporated after each time he was beaten, but became stronger over time, which prompted him to run away from home for the first and last time.

According to his recollection, the day he ran away from home was a sunny day.He packed his luggage the night before, and secretly hid it in the corn field next to the only way to the bank he opened at home. On the way to the bank the next day, he took the luggage and fled like flying.

He walked for tens of miles, and took another section of carriage. After a day and a night, he finally arrived at the foot of Laoshan Mountain, which he admired.Laoshan is the main mountain range in Jiaodong Peninsula. There is an old saying: "Although the clouds on Mount Tai are high, they are not as high as Laoshan in the East China Sea." As for why he chose Laoshan, I think the first is that Laoshan is close to his home. The second is that he has read "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio" Everyone knows the story of "Laoshan Taoist".Laoshan has been a famous Buddhist mountain in our country since ancient times. According to legend, Emperor Qin and Han Wu both came here to seek immortality. There is a "Taiqing Palace" on the mountain.When this mountain was at its peak, there was "Nine Palaces, Eight Views and Seventy Temples". At that time, there were countless Taoist priests on the mountain. Zhang Sanfeng once practiced here.Of course, those who come here are not necessarily emperors, like my grandfather; and those who are here are not necessarily all gods, like this master he worshiped.

Grandpa walked to the foot of Laoshan Mountain, and suddenly it rained heavily, drenching grandpa into a drenched chicken.Grandpa hurriedly looked for shelter from the rain, and found a towering ancient pine tree not far away on a small hill. An old man was sitting with his eyes closed and meditating, so he forgot about the rain and hid under a small tree far away. Looking at it carefully, not daring to approach.Who knew that just after watching for a while, the old Taoist waved his whisk, and the rain stopped!The old man looked up at the sky and smiled triumphantly.He found that his grandfather had been looking at him for some time, and was a little annoyed, so he walked towards his grandfather, stood on a huge rock not far away, and shouted to his grandfather: "Hey! Who is here to disturb the poor Taoist cultivation? Hurry up and go down the mountain!"

Grandpa was taken aback, but he saw this old man walking lightly, with white hair and a childlike face, wearing a green cloth priest robe, holding a dust whisk in his hand, a white beard fluttering in the wind on his chest, and wearing a lotus crown on his head .Knowing that he had met an immortal, he quickly knelt down in both surprise and joy, and said with sincerity and fear: "Master, I came up to the mountain to learn art from a teacher. My surname is Sun, my name is Guangxian, and my name is filial piety. It happened just now. It’s raining, I went up to the mountain to hide, I never wanted to disturb the master, it’s really a crime! But please accept me for the sake of my disciple’s sincere learning, master?!”

"Huh?!" The old Taoist counted in his long sleeves with his fingers, and said to the heaven, "Infinity Heavenly Venerable! No matter, no matter! Since the two of us are destined, the poor Taoist will accept you as a disciple. Before he finished speaking, Grandpa knocked his head on the ground ecstatically, and kept saying, "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

From then on, my grandfather learned from this Taoist in such a muddle-headed way. The Taoist told him that he was the No. 70 ninth-generation disciple of the Quanzhen School, named "Xue Lingde" and named "Zhengyangzi".Since grandpa worships him as his teacher, he should be given a Taoist name, let's call him "Chi Lianzi"!Grandpa was so happy that he knelt and kowtowed three times to Master again.The place where Zhengyangzi practiced is not on Laoshan Mountain, but on a small hill at the foot of Laoshan Mountain. There is a cave there. In the words of the master, this place is really a blessed place.

Grandpa followed Zhengyangzi to learn drawing symbols, alchemy, Zhouyi gossip, astronomy and geography.Grandpa likes to get to the bottom of things when learning knowledge, but gradually finds that Master does not give him a satisfactory answer to all these things.But grandpa didn't doubt Master. At that time, the Taoist priest still charged tuition fees and asked grandpa for a piece of ocean each month. Grandpa brought some ocean from home, which was enough for him to learn for three to five years, so he didn't think much about it.

One day, the master was teaching grandpa the "64 hexagram money lesson". When the master and the apprentice were performing, suddenly a young man came up from the bottom of the mountain and shouted before he reached the entrance of the cave, "Help, Taoist! Help, Taoist!"

When the master and the apprentice looked at each other, the young man was already standing outside. Grandpa used the "64 hexagram money lesson" taught by his master to perform it, but he couldn't figure it out.But the master had already closed his eyes and counted with his fingers in his sleeves. This move is called "Sleeve Qiankun". Arrange each joint of the finger according to the gossip. Seven kun eight", calculated by analogy, because the ancients had big sleeves, so it was called "the universe in the sleeve".I saw the master frowned slightly, and before he could speak, the young man couldn't wait any longer, and shouted out of breath, "I said, I am from Shangguanzhuang, Pingqiu Lake at the foot of the mountain, and my master is Shangguanzhuang. The big family Shangguan Chongliang, now something strange happened in the village, the master told me to invite the Taoist priest to go down the mountain to catch the monster, you hurry up and come with me?!"

"No, there is still something strange about this matter, wait for me to pinch my fingers and make a calculation." Master closed his eyes and said.

"What is it?! A few lives have been lost. My master said, if you are willing to go down the mountain, I will give you ten yuan first, and then I will give you another 20 yuan if you can do this!"

"Oh? Ah, hehe, that poor Taoist would rather be respectful than obedient, apprentice, I will take you to see and experience with me as a master." Grandpa and his master followed the young man down the mountain with a smile on his face.

It was already evening when we arrived at Shangguanzhuang on the edge of Pingqiu Lake.Zhengyangzi used to come here often to wander around for alms, and the big family in the village, Shangguan Chongliang, treated him well, and the two of them had a bit of friendship.Seeing that Zhengyangzi was invited down, he stepped forward and sang a promise respectfully, and quickly ordered his servants to bring tea and water, the meal was already ready.Zhengyangzi and grandpa's stomachs were already growling, so they couldn't control much, and they started to gobble up the food when it was served.After eating, Zhengyangzi took a sip of tea, only to hear Shangguan Chongliang choked up and said: "A few days ago, my son just married the youngest daughter of Zhang Buer's family, a big family on the east side of the village. Go fishing in the lake. There is a small island in the middle of the lake. They boarded it when they had nothing to do. Later, a fisherman who returned late said that there were a few screams on the island, which was very scary. The son never came back." After saying that, he wiped his tears with his hands.

"Oh?" Zhengyangzi felt a piece of meat stuck between his teeth. He was picking his teeth at this moment, and he didn't understand what Shangguan Chongliang said. Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, he realized that he had finished.

"Master, have you listened?" Grandpa asked in Zhengyangzi's ear.

"Impolite! Hiccup!" Zhengyangzi burped grandpa aside, and then said to Shangguan Chongliang with a flattering smile, "Have you reported it to the government?"

"Master Daoist, on weekdays you come to my village for alms, and I, Shangguan Chongliang, treat you well, right? Right? Now my son's life or death is uncertain. Although you are a monk who wants to be quiet and do nothing in the morning, but you also You can't sit idly by and ignore these things! These years are full of chaos, and the reeds in front of the yamen are more than three feet high. Alas!" The "three cleans" mentioned by Shangguan Chongliang are the three highest realms of a Taoist's cultivation. They are "Yuqing", "Shangqing" and "Taiqing", among which "Taiqing" is the place of gods and the realm of inaction.

"That's it! Hey?" Zheng Yangzi slapped his thigh and asked: "That's right! Did you ever send someone to invite the Taoist priest in the Taiqing Palace on Laoshan Mountain? They are all real Daoists! "

"Hey! A dozen servants were sent to invite them, and they all used retreat as an excuse, and they don't like to go into this muddy water!" Shangguan Chongliang became more and more excited as he spoke, and couldn't help crying.

"Look! I am in a hurry to go down the mountain. I didn't bring any magical artifacts. I will go back to the mountain again. After I go up the mountain again, I will bring them all. Let's make a long-term plan! What do you think?" Zhengyangzi heard that even the real people in the Taiqing Palace dared not go down the mountain. God knows what monsters and ghosts there are on the island in the middle of the lake, so he hurriedly found an excuse to go back.

"God! You want our Shangguan family to be extinct!" Shangguan Chongliang understood Zhengyangzi's meaning, and suddenly wailed like a pig, ignoring the presence of others, throwing his fat body on the ground At Zhengyangzi's feet, he clung to his Taoist robe, and the family members and servants next to him also knelt down in unison, begging Zhengyangzi with tears and snot.Zhengyangzi was wondering why he suddenly became God?But everyone likes to be put on a high hat, and being begged by Shangguan Chongliang makes him feel a little light.

"Master! Master, I'm back!" Zhengyangzi was in a dilemma when he suddenly saw a servant running in from the yard outside, shouting out of breath with a bundle in his hand.

"I told you earlier! Don't come back until the real person is invited. What's the use of you coming back alone?!" Shangguan Chongliang's face was like the sky in August and September, the wind and rain were unpredictable, and he would stop as soon as he said it.

"I've invited you all over, and I heard that no one dared to come!" Jia Ding said stupidly.

"Hey! Isn't it just a few brats? Why didn't anyone dare to come? I think they have become monks in vain!" Shangguan Chongliang's small eyes stared at Jia Ding.

"Yes, yes!" The servant knew he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly responded.

"What about the money?"

"I brought them all back. 50 yuan of ocean is a lot! Look, sir!" The servant opened the bundle, and showed Shangguan Chongliang the white ocean wrapped in red paper. His eyes were fixed on these oceans, but his grandpa, who was born in a wealthy family, didn't pay attention.

Shangguan Chongliang secretly saw that Zhengyangzi's eyeballs were about to fall off, so he hurriedly asked, "Taoist, Taoist?"

"Hey, ah?!" Zhengyangzi was still on the pile of silver with no master!
"Look, there are only a few little ghosts, maybe they are not little ghosts, as long as you go to a dojo and find my son back, all these silver dollars will be yours, I have another generous gift!"

"That's it!" Zhengyangzi rolled his eyes, "The poor Taoist would be more respectful than obedient. I want to see what monsters are there on the island in the middle of the lake!"

Shangguan Chongliang hurriedly sent two servants to go together, and the four of them arrived at the lake together.According to my grandfather's recollection, it was late autumn at that time, and the entire lake was like a bright mirror.The ruined weeping willows on both sides of the river are blown by the bleak autumn wind, and the Pingqiu Lake in the evening reflects the last sunset glow with a faint mist.

Grandpa had an ominous premonition, but he couldn't tell why, he just felt cold all over.The two masters and apprentices boarded the boat, and the servant rowed forward and backward to the island in the middle of the lake.Looking from a distance, the fog around the island in the middle of the lake was thicker, and there were faint and strange sounds, as if something was screaming on the island.The two servants paddled to the edge of the island tremblingly, but they dared not paddle until they reached the shore, and let Zhengyangzi and grandpa go down.Grandpa and Zhengyangzi also had no choice but to wade across the ocean for the sake of those white flowers.

According to the fishermen on the village, no one has been to this island for many years.At night, there is heavy fog on the island, and fishermen returning late can still hear some voices coming from the island from time to time, sometimes like whispering, sometimes like a hoarse woman singing.

Since Zhengyangzi and Grandpa came to the island, they always felt that there were eyes staring at them from the depths, and their scalps felt numb.Suddenly he heard a sad singing sound coming from the dense fog not far away, which made Zhengyangzi feel uneasy, so he quickly recited the "Calm of Heart" silently in his heart.Grandpa was still a young man, but nothing happened, he was just very scared, dragging Zhengyangzi's Taoist robe to hide behind him and walking forward.

Zheng Yangzi thought that the young master of the Shangguan family had hidden his mistress on the island, thinking of finding him quickly and taking the money and leaving, so he followed the sound.It is strange to say that all the leaves of the trees on the island have fallen off cleanly, as if they had been wiped out by someone, and there is not even a handle left on the branches.

(End of this chapter)