The years of reselling the haunted house

From the outside, the house of this old returnee professor is obviously much more advanced than other houses.

First of all, this house has a yard, and the walls of the yard are also very particular. The dark gray walls are neither high nor short, and the top of the wall is also beautifully shaped.There is a small iron gate at the main entrance, and the iron fence on the gate is already rusty.On the wall next to the small iron gate is the house number of this house: No. 7, Jiajia Road.It is still marked in both Chinese and English.

The house at the back also has western characteristics, which is very different from the house on our side.

From this point of view, in order to attract the old professor to return to China, the chemical fertilizer factory really spent a lot of thought on everything.Building a house with western characteristics can help the old professor adapt to the environment here more quickly. After all, he has lived abroad for more than 30 years.

Pang Dahai didn't speak all this time. When he saw the house, he said: "This place is so cold."

Indeed, we walked all the way here and felt that the temperature here was much lower than that in the city.I don't know if it's because this place is too desolate and lacks popularity, or because of the existence of this haunted house, which makes the Yin Qi flourish.

I looked up at the sky, and it was already afternoon, the sun was gradually sinking to the west, and it was almost at the critical point where yin and yang converged.

According to my common sense, if you want to go into this house to explore, you should do it now.Otherwise, it might be even more dangerous inside when the sun goes down completely.

But the third uncle remained indifferent, staring at the house in a daze, as if thinking about something.Seeing his focused expression, I am not easy to bother.I had no choice but to wait with Pang Haihai.

In fact, it is a rather contradictory topic to enter the house to investigate the murder.If you go in after dark, the risk factor will be much greater.But if you don't wait for the dark to go in, you may return in vain. Under the sun, many problems will be covered up.

So when my third uncle and I visited the haunted house, we simply didn't insist on time. Most of them would be very random, and there was no fixed time period.

We waited for the third uncle for a while, and he suddenly shivered, as if he felt the cold temperature here.

I stepped forward and asked, "Third Uncle, are you alright?"

Uncle San shook his head: "This place is interesting."

I said, "Since it's a haunted house, it's normal for it to be a bit more cloudy, right?"

The third uncle waved his hand but said, "This yin energy probably didn't come from the room..."

"Didn't it come from the room? Was it... from the ground?"

The third uncle nodded and said: "That's right, it did come down from the ground. But why is there such a heavy yin energy rising from the ground here?"

As the third uncle spoke, he walked around the wall to the side of the house.

Seeing that Uncle San didn't intend to enter the yard, I hurriedly motioned for Pang Dahai to follow closely behind Uncle San.

The third uncle still took out his special compass from his bag as usual, and observed the changes on the compass as he walked.

Soon, Uncle San led us around the house for a full circle, and returned to the small iron gate again.

The fat man asked impatiently, "Master, did you find anything?"

The third uncle nodded: "It's not Fang...it's not Fang..."

"Not from Fang? What is not from Fang?" Pang Dahai and I were taken aback for a moment, unable to understand what the third uncle said.

But before Uncle San answered, I soon understood what Uncle San meant. We walked around the yard just now, and Uncle San should mean that this yard is not square.

But this is unlikely. When we walked around the yard, the wall was always there, and it had edges and corners. It should be four corners. It is indeed a square yard.Besides, under normal circumstances, there is a yard at home, isn't it all square?Are there other shapes?What does this mean?

The third uncle muttered for a while, and finally made a judgment: "Yes, I'm sure, it's definitely not square. It's round."

I heard it in disbelief and asked, "Third Uncle, don't you mean that the yard is round? Are you kidding me? We can all see clearly that it is indeed square..."

The third uncle shook his head: "You believe in your eyes, I believe in my compass. Some things can be hidden from your eyes, but not my compass. This yard is definitely not square."

Fat Dahai didn't understand what he meant, and asked, "Uncle Shi, is it meaningful to worry about whether this yard is square or round?"

Uncle San nodded: "Of course it makes sense. If it's square, it's normal. If it's round, it means there's something weird in the yard. I wasn't sure there was something wrong with the yard. When the yin qi came out, I had doubts. I just tested it with a compass, and it proved my suspicion even more."

Pang Dahai and I looked at each other, but neither of us spoke.

Since the third uncle has made a judgment, we all choose to believe him.

Uncle San went on to explain: "Since ancient times, people have believed in the theory of the round sky and the earth. The round sky and the earth are actually a manifestation of the theory of yin and yang. Its essence originates from the evolution of the innate gossip, deduced from the movement of heaven and earth. In the picture, the hexagrams surrounding the outside represent the law of the sky, and the hexagrams arranged in a square in the middle represent the law of the earth. Among them, the sky is the master, the earth is the second, the sky is yang, and the earth is yin. Both Mutual induction creates all things in the world, and human beings are just composed of the essence of the world. Therefore, they are regarded as the spirits of all things in the world, and they are the most spiritual ones. Traditional Chinese architecture pays more attention to the roundness of the sky. Place. The Temple of Heaven and the Temple of Earth built in Beijing during the Ming and Qing Dynasties were built in accordance with the principle of a round sky and a place. It symbolizes the sky as yang. The altar of earth is square, with eight steps on all four sides, all of which are even numbers, that is, yin numbers, which symbolize the earth as yin.”

After listening to the third uncle's explanation, I probably understood what he meant, so I followed his words and said, "That is to say, the heaven and the earth cannot be confused, and neither can yin and yang. This courtyard is built according to the ground, so it should be square. "

The third uncle nodded: "That's right. If the yard is round, it will be a mess of yin and yang."

Chapter 436 Stele, Inscribed

Pang Dahai then asked: "What will happen if Yin and Yang are messed up?"

The third uncle snorted: "The yin and yang are messed up. To put it simply, the place where the living people live here is a yin place. What is a yin place, a grave. Think again, what shape is the grave?"

As soon as the third uncle's words came out of my mouth, Pang Dahai and I had a slight cold war.

Indeed, the graves we often see are the destination of people after death, and they are also people's private houses.The shape of the tomb is round.

The third uncle went on to say: "Actually, the disorder of yin and yang will cause strange things to happen frequently if you say it lightly. People who are in the middle of the Tao will be in a trance or even insane. If it is serious, it will hurt people and kill them. But I only use this house from the outside. The compass measured something strange, and the situation inside is still unclear, and I dare not make a conclusion. I don’t know if the people who died inside have something to do with it.”

I looked at the house. It looked like an ordinary house on the outside, but after the third uncle's test, it also became spooky in my eyes.

Especially when Uncle San linked this house with the grave just now, I now feel that the shape of this house looks more and more like a big tomb.

"Shall we go in then?" I asked in a low voice.

The third uncle seemed to be thinking about something just now. Hearing my question, he hurriedly said: "Go in, of course you have to go in. If you don't go in, how will you know what's going on?"

As he said that, Uncle San stretched out his hand and pushed the small iron door, only to find that there was a latch inserted into the inside of the small iron door.But it wasn't locked, so Uncle San stretched out a hand through the gap in the iron gate's grating, and pushed the latch open.

As soon as the iron gate opened, the three of us walked through the iron gate and stood in the courtyard of No. 7 Jiajia Road.

The area of ​​the yard is roughly estimated to be about [-] square meters, and the ground is paved with bluestone slabs.If it wasn't built later, then the specification of this house was quite high at the beginning.

There was basically nothing left in the yard, but the ground was also covered with fallen leaves, and the thick parts were more than half a foot thick.

There are many moss-like plants growing tenaciously in the exposed gaps of the bluestone slabs.It seems to be proving that this house is still alive.

At this time, the fat man suddenly pointed to a corner of the yard and said, "Look, how did that stone slab stand up?"

We followed the sound and found that under the afterglow of the setting sun, a stone slab was erected.

The third uncle was also more curious, and after yelling, he walked over to take a closer look.

We also hurriedly followed.

As a result, when we got closer, we discovered that this was not a stone slab laid on the ground at all, but a stone tablet.

Tombstone?

Why is there a stele in this courtyard?

Pang Dahai stopped in his tracks, and his third uncle squeezed up from behind.

Pang Dahai and I stood behind Third Uncle, looked at each other and found that each other's faces were ugly.

Because we coincidentally thought of the topic of the grave mentioned by the third uncle.

In front of the tomb, there is usually a stele.And in front of the house where the people lived, there was actually a stone tablet.

We know very well that this is definitely not a coincidence.

The third uncle approached the stele, took out a flashlight from his bag, and shone it on the stele for a closer look.

The third uncle's flashlight did not shine on the inscription on the front of the stele, but stroked the surface of the stele with his hands.The whole body of the stele turned black, the material was like stone and jade, the color was warm and moist, it was natural, and it also had a simple charm.

But the third uncle's hand just touched it for a while, and he pulled it back like an electric shock.

I looked at it strangely, and tentatively touched it with my hand.As a result, when I touched it, I also snorted, and quickly retracted my hand.

The stone was icy cold, touching it with a hand, it was as if a needle of ice had been pierced into the finger, and the chill spread along the fingertips to the internal organs of the body in an instant, freezing to the bone marrow.

Pang Haihai's curiosity is not small. Seeing our reaction like this, he also tentatively touched it, but he also exclaimed: "Fuck. What is this thing? It's just a lump of ice, so it won't be so cold? "

I recalled it, and it seems that I only felt this kind of coldness on the vanity mirror in the attic near the river.At that time, it was because the female ghost of the Republic of China was hiding in the mirror.Today's stone tablet is colder than that of the Republic of China mirror.

The third uncle should not be able to tell the source of this kind of stele, but he just sighed: "The sky and the earth are so big, nature creates everything. This stone is definitely not an ordinary thing."

While speaking, Third Uncle shook his head, and finally pointed his flashlight at the front of the stele.

Half of the stele was buried in the ground, and only half of it was exposed.On the front of the half stone tablet, there are two big characters written.The third uncle looked at it for a long time, but he didn't recognize what the word was, so he hurriedly greeted me: "Come on, nephew, you are educated, let's see what word is written here?"

I leaned over and found the two ancient characters, vigorous and powerful, three points into a stone, but I recognized them for a long time, but I didn't recognize them.I just feel that this text is not our common text.

Both Pang Dahai and I shook our heads.

The third uncle was suspicious, and went around to look at the back of the stone tablet.As a result, there were more words on the back, which were densely packed small characters.It's just that we also don't recognize half of them.

The words engraved on the back of the stone tablet are like characters, which are not within the scope of our cognition.

The third uncle's expression became more serious, he held up the flashlight and kept shining on the stele, muttering incessantly: "Open your eyes, open your eyes..."

I was very puzzled, so I quickly went up to him and asked, "Third Uncle, what's wrong with you? What kind of eyes are you opening? What kind of words are these?"

The third uncle said: "I wasn't sure at first, but if you and Fatty don't know this kind of characters, then I think it's almost the same."

Pang Dahai and I were originally in a panic, but when we saw this inscription, the fear in our hearts was quickly driven away by curiosity.

The fat man also asked impatiently: "Master, do you know this kind of writing?"

The third uncle shook his head: "I don't know it, but I think it should be a kind of inscription."

"Yin... Yinwen? What is Yinwen?" I asked.

"Yin script is also called extermination script. As the name suggests, it is written for the dead to communicate with the underworld. So ordinary people can't understand this kind of script at all." Third Uncle explained.

"Written for the dead? This kind of writing still exists in the world. Even people who are dead can still understand the writing?" Pang Dahai exclaimed.

The third uncle nodded: "I don't know much about Yin Wen. I only know that Yin Wen was passed down by a man named "Lu Duo Gong" from the underworld by chance and coincidence. He spent tens of He sorted out the inscriptions. He forgot to eat and sleep, concentrated on himself, and the manuscripts of the inscriptions he sorted out piled up like a mountain, filling a whole room. His family members were very puzzled, and they all complained that he was not doing his job for a day. Family matters. He threatened to burn his manuscripts to prevent him from going mad."

Chapter 437

Hearing the third uncle's eloquent speech, I couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Lu Duo? Is this a real person in history, or is it a fictional figure?"

The third uncle gave me a blank look: "I'm not a researcher of history, how would I know. All I know is that Lu Duo is recognized as the ancestor of Yin Wen in Taoism."

I nodded and signaled Uncle San to continue.

The third uncle went on to say: "As a result, Mr. Lu Duo simply drove all the family members out of the house and severed the relationship. He guarded a whole room of inscribed manuscripts. After he sorted out all the inscribed inscriptions, he was able to know everything about the underworld. , can use Yin script to promote life, can change life against the sky, extend Yangshou, etc. Only later did his family members know that there was a reason for him to sever ties with his family. He is proficient in Yin script and leaked secrets. , It is against the way of heaven and will be condemned by heaven, so he did it because he was afraid that his family would be troubled by him. Later, the people in the underworld were really alarmed. The ghost messenger burned down the house containing the inscriptions. After the fire, only a few hundred characters left under the inkstone were left in the inscriptions. Thanks to Mr. Lu Duo, he calculated the evolution of the inscriptions and figured out a way to escape the catastrophe. Only then did he survive. After this incident, Lord Lu Duo was afraid of being plotted by the underworld again, so he relied on his memory to put the inscriptions into his mind, but he never dared to use them to deduce the affairs of the underworld. Therefore, this kind of inscriptions has been kept It has been passed down from word to mouth among practitioners, but they all only hear its name and don’t know its shape, and occasionally those who know its shape don’t understand its meaning.”

After listening to the third uncle, I questioned: "Then third uncle, since the inscriptions rarely appear, how can you be sure that these are inscriptions?"

Uncle San shook his head: "I just think that this writing doesn't look like a human writing. Since it's not a human writing, it's naturally an inscribed writing."

But I waved my hand: "That's not necessarily it? Maybe it's an ancient language? After all, our Chinese civilization has been thousands of years old, and there were many kinds of scripts in the past, such as Khitan script, Jin script, etc. Before Qin Shihuang unified the script , and in many languages.”

The third uncle stared at me and asked me: "Then what do you mean..."

I pointed to the stele and said, "What I mean is, if I have a chance to rub down the words on this stele, I'll ask Lao Ma to have a look. He is very knowledgeable. Even if he doesn't recognize it, he can also ask other professors in the university to have a look." To identify it. Or find the old horse directly to have a look."

The third uncle shook his head and rattled the drum: "Forget it, he is a strange old man who studies biology, how can he understand inscriptions, so don't look for him. If you want to expand, find a chance to expand it, and show it to him yourself. Then will you rub the monument?"

I nodded, "I know how to do it, but I don't have any tools."

Pang Haihai suddenly said from the side: "Boss, can't you just take a picture with your mobile phone?"

A word from Pang Dahai woke me up.

I slapped my forehead, feeling a little silly.Following the third uncle, we usually use some ancient things and props, and the result is almost a set pattern.Now that such an advanced thing as a mobile phone is not used, I have to dig some monuments.It's ridiculous to think about it.

I hurriedly took out my phone, asked my third uncle to take a picture, and took two photos of the words on the stone tablet.

Although the light is not too bright, the handwriting on it should be recognizable from the photo.

When I finished taking the picture, Uncle San waved his hand: "Okay, the stele is here, and we can't escape. Let's not study it for now, let's take a look at this house first. If this is really an inscription, then this The house is really interesting."

Third Uncle took the flashlight and left from the stele, ready to enter the house through the door of the old house.

At this time, it was completely dark.

There was no light around, and the fat man and I each took out a flashlight from our bags to light it up.

The light of the three flashlights seemed so insignificant in the long night.Since this place is located in the wilderness, the cry of some animals can be vaguely heard in the distance.

When I heard that I was going to enter this house, my heart, which had been a little relaxed, became tense again.

Although I have experienced many things, the haunted house is right in front of me. How can I not be nervous?I only have one life, so I can't afford to squander it, right?

The third uncle took out the key left by Yang Yongfu from his body, came to the door of the room, and prepared to open the door.

At this time, I found that there were still a few seals on the outside of the door.

It's just that those seals may have been posted for a while, and were eroded by wind and rain, leaving only a broken part.Since the handwriting has been blurred, I can't see what department posted it.

It is estimated that this should be a measure taken by the government department for the sake of insurance after someone died in the house last time.

The third uncle tried to put the key into the keyhole to open the door, but found that the keyhole was rusted or something was stuffed inside, and he couldn't get in after poking it for a long time.

The third uncle raised his leg angrily and kicked the door: "Damn, what kind of broken door is this?"