Origin

Hearing Hua Shirt's shout, the two hurriedly turned around, only to see Hua Shirt standing by the pit with a ghostly look. Because he was too frightened, he threw away his mobile phone, and almost didn't turn around and ran away.

Seeing this situation, the two walked to the pit with doubts. If the coffin contained the bones of a dead person, the flower shirt would never be frightened like this, because he already knew that there was a dead person in the coffin before taking the picture. It can be seen that this guy It's possible to see something unexpected.

However, judging from the details of Hua Shirt running without turning around, the things in the coffin were no more frightening to Hua Shirt than being threatened to break his legs.

Seeing the two walking this way, Hua Xie waved eagerly, "Come and see, you all come and see."

"What?" Wu Zhongyuan asked casually.

"Your master, your master..." Hua Xie hesitated.

Wu Zhongyuan was already puzzled, and seeing the expression of the flower shirt, he became more and more puzzled. The reason why this guy hesitated was undoubtedly considering the vocabulary, lest he might offend the two masters with the wrong words. This also means that the coffin is still human bones. Inside the coffin is a man's corpse that hasn't rotted?

Eager to know the truth, Wu Zhongyuan walked quickly. When he got to the pit, he lowered his head and looked down. At first glance, his brows were wrinkled. It turned out that his guess was not right. The corpse is the skeleton of an adult male. It is 90% similar to a human being. The difference lies in the face. To be precise, it is the mouth. The bird's beak, about ten centimeters long, is grayish-yellow in color, sharp and sharp, very similar to the beak of a falcon raptor.

While Wu Zhongyuan looked down, Lin Qingming was doing the same thing. After looking at the situation in the coffin, the two looked at each other suspiciously again. The corpse in the coffin was really weird, and it was no wonder that Hua Xie was so frightened that he was not possessed.

At this moment, Hua Yi still thinks that the corpse in the coffin is the master of the two of them, "How did your master become... Oh, I know, your master is a Taoist priest, this is the feathering into a fairy."

If you deny that this corpse is not your master, it will lead to the real burial place of master. Wu Zhongyuan was still worried. Hearing Hua Xie's words, he immediately got off the donkey down the slope and cast a secret look at Hua Xie, "There is no secret. Give way."

"I understand, I understand, I understand, I understand." Hua Xie nodded again and again.

There was a lot of noise from the engine, and the gangster driving the excavator couldn't hear what the two were talking about, but seeing the difference in the expressions of the three, he curiously leaned out of the cab and wanted to see what was going on at the bottom of the pit.

Seeing this, Hua Xie hurriedly yelled, "It's bad luck to see dead people, go in, go in."

Pushing the gangster back to the cab, Hua Xie looked at Wu Zhongyuan with questioning eyes.

Because the wound on his head has been bleeding slowly, Wu Zhongyuan felt a little dizzy, and he didn't want to delay further research.

"My mobile phone." Hua Xie pointed at the coffin in the pit. Because he was too nervous before, he took off his mobile phone while taking pictures and just fell into the coffin.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't want to go down, "Even if you pick it up, can you still use it?"

As soon as Wu Zhongyuan finished speaking, Lin Qingming's voice came from the side, "Come here."

Wu Zhongyuan turned around and walked over. When he approached, Lin Qingming pointed to the half-section of the coffin lid hanging on the bucket's grabbing teeth and motioned him to watch it carefully.

After looking closely, Wu Zhongyuan looked at Lin Qingming suspiciously. Coffins are rare now, and few people are familiar with this kind of thing, but the two of them know it very well.

It is only because Master once built a coffin for himself in front of the two of them before his death. According to the theory of Yin-Yang and Five Elements, iron is a murderer, so the coffin cannot be nailed, but must be fixed by mortise and tenon. The mortise and tenon on the lid is A kind of golden nanmu, and the coffin lid itself is local oak wood, which is the same material that Master used when making the coffin for himself, and the style of the mortise and tenon is also the same, which means that this coffin is likely to be Buried while the master was alive.

The two of them didn't know who the bones in the coffin were and what was their relationship with the master, because the master never mentioned it before his death.

After a brief exchange of glances, Lin Qingming gave Wu Zhongyuan a wink, and the two worked together to remove the half of the coffin lid from the digging bucket and carried it to the side of the pit.

"Mobile phone." Hua Shirt was still thinking about his mobile phone.

"Don't ask for it, just give it to my master." Wu Zhongyuan was reluctant to help him get it back, mainly because he was afraid that he had already taken the picture before the mobile phone of Hua's shirt was taken off his hands.

"It's okay to send. If someone calls me, the old man must not answer it." Hua Xie grimaced.

Wu Zhongyuan was too lazy to answer, he leaned down to the bottom of the pit and picked up the mobile phone. He wanted to put it in his pocket temporarily, but at a glance, he found a white jade-like object in the coffin, and threw the mobile phone to the flower above. Shirt, taking advantage of the time the flower shirt was picking up the phone, he picked up the white thing and put it in his pocket.

He did this purely out of curiosity, and Lin Qingming naturally saw it, but he didn't stop it, and jumped down to cover the coffin with him.

After jumping out of the pit, Wu Zhongyuan stumbled again. The wound he suffered from the stick on his head was quite serious. Although he had a simple bandage, the wound was still bleeding slowly.

Lin Qingming stretched out his hand to support Wu Zhongyuan, turned his head to look at Hua Shirt, "Open the phone."

Hua Xie vaguely guessed what Lin Qingming was looking for, hurriedly entered the password, and handed over the phone, "I didn't take a picture, I didn't take a picture, the secret must not be revealed."

Lin Qingming didn't answer the call. After confirming, he returned the phone to Hua Xie.

After Hua Xie took over the phone, he turned around and shouted, and the excavator started to fill in the soil.

Hua Xie was guilty and timid, and after filling the earth pit, he folded his hands together and bowed to the coffin.

"The two trees are dug up and moved, and they are all turned over within 100 meters." Lin Qingming said in a deep voice.

Hua Xie agreed, without asking why, because he knew that Lin Qingming did this because he didn't want others to know the specific location of the two masters' burial, but he didn't know that the two masters were not in the coffin just now.

The excavator was busy, and the two went to the ruins of the house to search for available utensils.

Wu Zhongyuan lost too much blood and had no strength. After moving a few stones, he felt exhausted, so he sat down from the corner of the ruins.

Hua Xie worshipped from the east, ran over and bowed at the ruins, and then leaned close to Wu Zhongyuan with a shy face, "Hehe, hehe, little brother, ah no, little Taoist priest, little Taoist priest, I'm really blind. For the gods, I will pay, and pay more, do you think?"

"Are you afraid of retribution?" Wu Zhongyuan was not angry, no matter how good-natured he was, he would not be polite to those who demolished his own house, not to mention that he was not a good-natured person.

"Afraid, afraid." Hua Xie nodded awkwardly.

"Demolishing the houses of the living and digging the graves of the dead are the things that hurt Yin the most. If you really believe in retribution, you shouldn't earn this kind of money to cut off your descendants." Wu Zhongyuan said.

Wu Zhongyuan said it harshly, and the flower shirt was frightened. In fact, he didn't believe in retribution before, but now he believes it. The reason why he believed it was because he saw the corpse with a bird's beak. It seems to coincide with the legend of the Taoist priest who died and ascended to immortals. After feathering, he became a bird, at least he thought so.

"I'll send someone the money right away." The only way Hua Xie could think of atonement was to give money.

Wu Zhongyuan was a little moved. People care about what they need. In all fairness, the two do need money.

Wu Zhongyuan hesitated, but Lin Qingming did not hesitate, "What should be given to us can't be less. It's not ours, and we don't want any."

Hearing Lin Qingming's words, Hua Shirt became more and more frightened. He also found that Wu Zhongyuan was better at talking than Lin Qingming, so he looked at him with pleading eyes.

Wu Zhongyuan tilted his head aside, not looking at the floral shirt. Although the two were only three years apart, he listened to Lin Qingming's words very much. Since Lin Qingming said no, he definitely couldn't.

"Little Daoist." Hua Xie felt guilty and fearful, and bowed to Wu Zhongyuan again.

Seeing that he was almost scared, Wu Zhongyuan said, "Okay, don't be afraid. Seeing the light once won't affect the master's emergence. If the corpse is seen again, you can wait for the disaster to affect your children and grandchildren."

Hua Xie was both happy and scared when he heard it, "Don't worry, from now on, I will send someone to watch it every day."

"Are you afraid that others will not be suspicious?" Wu Zhongyuan shook his head helplessly.

"Then what should I do?" Hua Xie was at a loss.

"Okay, okay, you can do it." Wu Zhongyuan waved his hand impatiently.

While the two were talking, Lin Qingming kept rummaging in the rubble. Almost everything that could be used at home was smashed, and nothing was picked out. The only gain was a bundle of books, a dozen large or small.

Lin Qingming walked out of the ruins and put the bundle of books beside Wu Zhongyuan, "I don't have time to read it, and there is no place to put it on the mine, so take it."

"Where did it come from?" Wu Zhongyuan patted the dust on the book.

"It may have fallen from the ceiling." Lin Qingming said casually.

When the dust on the top was patted off, I saw a thread-bound "Tao Te Ching" on the top. This bundle should have been the Taoist scriptures collected by Master when he was alive.

"Brother, I'm a little tired, let's go." Wu Zhongyuan said, in fact, he was not tired, but apathetic caused by excessive blood loss.

Lin Qingming nodded and walked towards the motorcycle. Wu Zhongyuan carried the bundle of scriptures and walked behind.

"Are you going now?" Hua Shirt also followed behind.

"Why do you still want to keep us for dinner?" Wu Zhongyuan was annoyed.

"I'm afraid the two of you won't appreciate your face." Hua Xie sneered.

"You're right." Wu Zhongyuan said.

Lin Qingming started the motorcycle, Wu Zhongyuan sat on it, and the motorcycle went down the mountain and headed east.

Watching the two go down the mountain, Hua Xie turned back and shouted at the excavator, "Just grab a piece of land, you really have to dig three feet in the ground, hurry up and leave soon, you've been downed with blood mold for eight lifetimes."

After a while, the motorcycle left the village road and went to the town road. Wu Zhongyuan said, "Brother, what do you think is that thing in the coffin? What does it have to do with our master?"

"Master didn't tell us before his death, he just didn't want us to know, so don't ask." Lin Qingming said.

Wu Zhongyuan couldn't hold back his curiosity, and said, "Did you find that the man was buried naked? If he was wearing clothes, there would be no trace of rot."

"What did you take from the coffin?" Lin Qingming asked without answering.

Wu Zhongyuan took out the white thing from his pocket and looked closely. It was flat and round, with an irregular shape and a smooth surface.

"A small pebble may also be jade." Wu Zhongyuan handed it to Lin Qingming.

Lin Qingming didn't have any interest, he rode his motorcycle without squinting, "Don't take dead people's things in the future."

"Oh." Wu Zhongyuan responded.

Arriving in the town, Lin Qingming went to a health center and re-treated Wu Zhongyuan's wound. The wound was very deep and long and needed stitches, but the needles needed to be shaved off. Wu Zhongyuan thought it was ugly and refused to do so. , to stop the bleeding.

After a simple meal in the town, Lin Qingming rode a borrowed motorcycle back to the mine, and Wu Zhongyuan took the pile of broken books and got on the bus back to the county town.

Not long after getting in the car, Wu Zhongyuan fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up, he was surprised to find that he was no longer in the bus, but was lying on a hospital bed.

The ward was very large, and there was only his bed. There were dozens of doctors and nurses standing around the bed, all of them quite old.

"Why am I here?" Wu Zhongyuan sat up suspiciously.

"You are infusion, don't move," an old nurse with two bars on his hat stepped forward and said, "You fainted in the car. The driver brought you to the hospital."

"Oh." Wu Zhongyuan nodded. After nodding, he found that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes, "Why are you looking at me?"

No one answered.

Wu Zhongyuan was a little nervous under the strange gazes of everyone. If it was just a simple trauma, it would be impossible for so many doctors to come, "Did I have something bad?"

"That's not true," a tall and thin old doctor walked to Wu Zhongyuan's bedside, "lad, let me ask you something."

"What?" Wu Zhongyuan became more and more nervous, because he could see that although the old doctor spoke very kindly, he was very excited.

"Have you ever had a blood test since you were a child..."

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