Mountain and Sea Treasures

Chapter 1

Since ancient times, China has had a tradition of lavish burials. From princes and generals to ordinary people, everyone likes to bury the rare objects around them with them in Jiuquan.

Therefore, all large and hard goods must be buried under nine layers of loess!

For example, Qin Shihuang had a bone mirror, which not only could see people's internal organs, but also distinguish the loyalty and treachery of his courtiers.

For example, Emperor Song Ming had a yin soldier's horn, which was blown during a battle, and he would invite the underworld yin soldiers to help in the battle.

For example, Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty had a beauty cup. When drinking on a full moon night, a long-legged beauty in tulle would appear in the cup.

These things are not only classified as national treasures, but their prices on the black market have even surpassed hundreds of millions.

Because of this, for thousands of years, countless tomb robbers searched for dragons and shared gold, just to find them, but in the end, due to the existence of a group of treasure protectors, all of them returned home.

My story begins with these treasure protectors!
My name is Liu Changan, and I live in a special era. In that era, in response to the call to catch up with Britain and the United States in ten years, every household donated iron pots and plowshares to make steel, which eventually led to ten villages and nine villages being barren. It's hard to get enough food.

But my house is full of rice and vegetables, and I can see meat once every month!
After a long time, there were gossips. People in the village said that my father didn't do farming or helping labor, but he was able to get a lot of food stamps in exchange for a lot of food stamps at home all day. He must have done something shady.

I was upset, but I couldn't say anything, because my father's behavior was indeed a bit weird!

After my careful observation, I found that he has three problems. First, he sleeps during the day and goes out at night; He will carry a heavy basket.

My father did all this secretly, for fear of being known by outsiders, even his own son, me!

Once I was really curious, so I used an awl to dig a hole the size of a little finger on the door of my father's room while he was sleeping during the day, and the cat peeked there.

The night was gradually falling, and the moment the pointer fell to twelve o'clock, my father opened his eyes and sat up from the head of the bed like a dead body.

This scene came so suddenly that I couldn't help shivering in fright.

In the darkness, he lit the kerosene lamp, bent down and took out an old enamel cylinder from under the bed.

Although my father turned his back to me, I knew that there should be delicious meat in the enamel tank, because he took out a piece from time to time and put it in his mouth to chew vigorously. I could even hear the sound of his teeth breaking the brittle bones and tendons .

Now I feel very uncomfortable. My father gets up in the middle of the night every day, is he stealing meat behind my back?

I didn't dare to say anything to my father, so I could only cat secretly outside every day, thinking that it would be good to have an eye addiction.After three or four days like this, I was peeping outside as usual, but this time my father changed to a copper washbasin, and the meat was piled to the top. come to eat.

But before my hand opened the door, my father inadvertently turned his body to me because he was looking for water because he was thirsty.

Seeing this, I sat down on the ground, scrambled back to my room, and shivered under the quilt.

I can see clearly, where is the delicious meat in his hand?It was a human palm, only half the size of my palm, with blood on it, and my father just stuffed it into his mouth and chewed...

This year is not good, and I have heard of cannibalism incidents, but I think they are all to scare children.Who knew that not only saw it now, but it was the father who did it, and what he ate was obviously those baby girls who were abandoned in the mass graves.

After about ten minutes, my father finally wiped his greasy mouth and went out the door. The click of the door lock made my heart pound, but I couldn't help my curiosity, so I got up and followed him quietly. behind the father.

My father was carrying a hoe, a basket, and a dim kerosene lamp in his hand. He sneaked out of the village directly, turning around from time to time, and almost spotted me several times. Fortunately, I was not tall. , Shrinking in the ditch on one side, it was not discovered.

When my father arrived at Jiangjunling outside the village, my heart couldn't help beating.

Jiangjun Ridge is a mountain with several surrounding villages intersecting in the middle, but the villagers would rather take an extra detour than hit it, because this ridge is so evil!

Legend has it that there is an ancient tomb here that has been passed down from the Western Zhou Dynasty. It is buried with a general surnamed Ji, who is of the same family as Ji Fa and Ji Dannai. He was invincible on the battlefield and made great contributions to the Western Zhou Dynasty.It's just that he was tyrannical by nature, and he organized a team called the Black Spirit Army many times in order to pay for the army, digging graves everywhere, causing complaints.

The strange thing about the death of General Ji is that it is said that he was the master of great achievements. He was tied alive in a coffin and buried alive when he returned from a triumphant return. His loyal subordinates dug it out secretly and rebuilt the mausoleum for him. It is now the general's tomb.

This general surnamed Ji had a high prestige in the army, and the soldiers didn't care how they were paid, they only knew that they could eat and win battles with him, so after his death, thousands of black spirit soldiers voluntarily died.

Now the densely packed graves and buns on Jiangjun Ridge are the burial pits of these Black Spirit Army, surrounding the tomb of General Ji in the center like stars surrounding the moon.

It wasn't that the villagers hadn't thought about this tomb when their hungry eyes were shining, but none of the people who dug up the soil on Jiangjunling was alive, either crazy or disabled, and even the corpses were dead. I can't find it, it is said that it was eaten by the zongzi on the mountain...

I retreated involuntarily, but when I saw my father going up with the hoe, I bravely followed.

The General Ridge is full of ghosts, and you can hear some insects under the ridge, but when you come up, you feel like you have stepped into another world. You can only hear your own panting, and even the ground under your feet is soft. few.

On the way to Lingzi, my father put down the basket and lamp, and came to one of the burial pits. After digging down with a few hoes, he dug out the bones.

Then he took out a plate of dim sum from the basket and placed it in front of the pit, lit three more incense sticks, and respectfully kowtowed three times.Only then did he grab some green leather coins scattered around the white bones into the basket, hold them tightly in his arms, and carefully swept them left and right before leaving in a hurry.

I slapped my head, my father is clearly trading ghosts for food!

Our bookcase is full of ancient thread-bound books, all related to Feng Shui and dragon veins. How did these books fall into the hands of an honest farmer like my father?I have no idea.

I only know that it once talked about a folk tradition of exchanging food with ghosts in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, that is, if you have to rob tombs to support your family, if you want to avoid waking up the zongzi, you have to eat a catty of dead human flesh to suppress yourself Yang Qi makes Zongzi feel that you are of the same kind as it.Then prepare three cypress sticks and two taels of mung bean cake in exchange for funeral objects, and you can't take more than one at a time, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

This is a business where the tiger's mouth grabs food. If you take one wrong step, your life will be gone. I instantly understood where the rice at home came from...

My mother died early, and thinking of the sacrifices my father made for the family, I couldn't help but get wet, and I made up my mind to help my father.

At least I can't let him eat that disgusting dead human flesh every day, I should bear the burden of the family!

I did what I said, and I made some preparations the next day, so I went up to Jiangjunling with my best playmate, Er Gouzi. My father just touched it yesterday, so I definitely won’t come up today.

I looked down on the won money in those burial pits. I felt that my father was a bit stupid.

So I fixed my eyes on the main tomb in the depths of Lingzi!

There are a total of nine accompanying burial pits around the main tomb, which means ninety-nine return to one, and I can't help but frown. The ninety-nine return to one is nothing more than the hope that the owner of the tomb can reincarnate, but generally speaking, living people are not used Sacrificial burial, just use some utensils to make a fuss.If people were used... it would mean that the owner of the tomb already had a tendency to transform into a corpse before he was buried, so he used slaves who committed suicide to suppress it, which can be said to be fighting poison with poison.

But this is convenient for me. The door of the main tomb of Jiujiuguiyi tomb is not difficult to find. Just look at which of the nine accompanying burial pits is the smallest, and it will be nearby. This is because I am afraid that the feng shui at the tomb door will collide. The main burial chamber.

I looked around and quickly determined the location, greeted Er Gouzi and started digging.

Digging a hole was difficult at the beginning, but the looser the soil became, the easier it became. Er Gouzi and I worked hard for two or three hours, and when we shoveled down, we heard a bang!
"It's here!" I raised my hand excitedly, and quickly planed a few more shovels, and a bluestone gate about one meter wide suddenly appeared in my sight.

(End of this chapter)