What's wrong with stealing some of your yang energy!

Their room was in the corner of the first floor, shady, with a remote forest mouth behind.

The "creak" sound of shoes stepping on dry grass is clearly filled in the silent and bright moon night, and there is also the lingering sound of insects in October.

The hotel is at least two counties away from the blockade line marked by Xie Chongsen. It is impossible to walk to the original Wuqing square tomb, Bai Ling knows it very well.

But he is still like a desert traveler, knowing that there is no water source in the dead end ahead, he still moves his numb legs in vain and walks towards the denser forest.

What's waiting for him there?

Bai Ling's mind went blank, and he abruptly stopped several times, wanting to turn his head, turn around, and return to the hotel room isolated from the outside world. Although simple, it is a safe "outside area".

But he quickly changed his mind: let's go, let's go... let's go.

He stopped in front of a clearing.Somehow, he just knew that this was the purpose of this trip.

This scene perfectly coincides with the dream - the dark and dense pine forest, with the lush dwarf evergreen forest in between, can't name it.The vivid green queen is a huge and blurry dark behemoth, waiting for an opportunity to lie dormant.

In this green and black that breaks through the seasons, there is a sword standing upright.

In fact, this scene is very abrupt. In the woods of modern society, there is actually a sword.

The sword body is tall and firm, and you can feel the majestic sword intent ready to strike just by glancing at it from a distance, as if the sword is about to burst out of the ground in the next second and strike the sky and destroy the earth.

Ke Jian's whole body was dull and dull, densely covered with shocking lines.

Bai Ling carefully looked closer, but couldn't tell whether it was rust or cracks.

He is 1.7 meters tall, at least reaching the average height, not short, but standing under this sword, he looks like an ant trying to look down on an elephant.

According to his estimation, the sword is at least five meters high and half a meter wide, which can completely cover Bai Ling's small body.

This is the source of the dream picture.

Bai Ling remembers clearly that in the dream scene, the place he was about to enter did not have such a giant sword with bad intentions; and in the narration of "Lin Qiming", it was "the little boy broke it with his fingers" - Bai Ling thought of you This "little" boy is really small enough, I am afraid he is not blind.

He is fully conscious now, at least he thinks so, but he doesn't have the slightest thought of leaving.

This is really a wonderful experience, he thought, it is really wonderful that life can experience thousands of strange things.

Thinking about it this way, the sword lost its sense of mystery and intimidation, it was just a giant iron block.

Bai Ling approached him again, and under the giant sword was a square-shaped stone platform, with a sense of age, and the fine and crafty lines could be vaguely seen, like the ancient lines of gods hundreds of millions of years ago.He stepped onto the stone platform, and the mighty shape of the giant sword made him feel the evil spirit and the pressure of empowerment, as if the giant sword would fall towards him in the next second.

The blade of the sword was buzzing softly.

It's not an illusion, it's very subtle, mixed with the cries of insects lingering in the autumn night, only when you get very close can you feel the tremor of the giant sword.

Is it rage, anger, or... ecstasy?

Bai Ling turned and ran.

A very bad feeling hit him, he stumbled off the stone platform, rushed out of the jungle, and ran towards the way he came.

He couldn't tell what was wrong with this feeling, but the fear that swept his whole body caused his hormones to burst out, the desire to survive filled his mind, and his thoughts were running at high speed——just now the blank and indescribable "drive" thought carefully: What is it? Something trying to control him?What do you want to do again?

Hearing his messy breathing, he couldn't help but look back, but this glance made him feel chills all over.

He didn't run far.

Standing in the darkness between the heavens and the earth, the giant sword that seems to reach the sky is still behind it not far away.The oppressive feeling of the unknown, the fear of knowing the body and mind, he was almost out of breath.

Finally, he stopped, turned around slowly, and walked up to the square platform a few steps away.

Unable to go back, he gave up completely, because in the distance where he came from, there was only a mass of gray darkness with no tentacles.

Where is he now?

Maybe only the giant sword knows.

He took a deep breath and reached out to touch the buzzing blade—

"Wake up, don't sleep here."

Bai Ling stood up in a jerk, the cold, rough ground beneath him hurt him, and his entire back felt uncomfortable.He was surprised that he could fall asleep in such a place, and he was also surprised by the appearance of the man in front of him——

With a gentle and clean Buddha-like face, and a pair of metal-rimmed glasses that come standard with beasts to cover up the hostility between his eyebrows, it's not just Li Xuewen.

"Brother Xuewen?" Bai Ling yelled in pain, "Why did you find it... Wait!"

He looked around: "Where is Mr. Xie? Did you meet him on the way here?"

A trace of sophistication and surprise flashed in the eyes of the man with a scholarly face. He pushed his glasses and comforted him in a gentle voice: "I'm really worried. I was afraid that something would happen to you, so I came here. As for Brother Chong, I haven't met him."

Accompanied by his own family, Bai Ling's unsteady sense of fear weakened a bit, and he began to survey his surroundings.

He was leaning against a very high bluestone wall. The rough ancient historical materials were covered with fine and spreading lines. The stone wall was at least seven or eight meters high, and the dome was high and far away. It was sunk deep in the pitch blackness. I don't know what is there.

It was difficult for Bai Ling to judge whether the lines were "text" or ordinary decorations at that time. After all, after he lost his memory, he had no impression of many common sense and knowledge points.

"Where is this?" Bai Ling felt the lines and walked forward in a daze. The bluestone wall extended to nowhere, and he could only see the outline of the building in front of him. "I don't remember how I got here..."

Li Xuewen frowned: "You have no impression? I came in through the ceiling."

He raised the wolf's eye flashlight and pointed it at the dome above, where there was a hole with a diameter of less than one meter.

Li Xuewen wore a very professional outfit, a combat uniform with a lot of pockets, and the clothes were tightly bound with a suspender belt, and various functional cold weapons and charms were pinned to the belt; his lower body was military trousers and military boots, and he carried a small pocket, which should be medicine. such as.

He wore this outfit to make his waist look slimmer and his legs longer. Bai Ling felt that it would be fine for him not to be a celestial master or a model actor. Perhaps the military boots could best set off a man's figure. This outfit made him look taller.

Bai Ling looked at the warm sweater and sneakers and jeans on his body, and shed tears of self-ashamedness.

QAQ feels like he is here to add to the chaos...

Li Xuewen introduced that when the group of people who came in 2012 left, they suffered heavy losses and wanted to seal the tomb completely, but there were still people who were greedy for money and fearless of death, and secretly replaced the cement with loose soil in one place. The breakthrough he found.

He didn't ask how Bai Ling got in, maybe because he thought ghosts had their own way of getting in.

He said that at the beginning, the group of them walked along the bluestone wall at the southernmost point and slowly groped forward. The big house should not be dangerous, it is just a ventilation hall and a connecting bypass for the tomb.

He changed the subject: "But this time, I want to go another way."

Bai Ling could understand that the three of them went down to the grave to investigate what happened to the brothers and sisters of the Lin family.

But he hesitated and grabbed Li Xuewen's clothes: "Let's wait to thank the boss, it's too dangerous to place an order. The boss must be very worried if he can't find us."

Hearing this, Li Xuewen stopped exploring the bluestone wall, raised one corner of his mouth, and said coaxingly, "Brother Chongsen should have already gone in."

"Impossible." Bai Ling frowned. He glanced at the child's watch, but it was only in the early eight o'clock. "He's not someone who leaves his companions behind. Besides, it's less than an hour before I leave the hotel, and the boss can't catch up. "

"Can this tomb be discussed with common sense?" Li Xuewen squatted down in front of him patiently, and comforted him, "Think about it, can you walk here normally from the hotel in less than an hour? No way. Brother Yi Chongsen If you know you are lost, you will definitely look for him right away, he may have gone to the tomb to look for you, if you wait here, you won't be able to wait."

What he said really made sense, Bai Ling opened his mouth and didn't know how to refute, so he had to let him go.

Walking along the bluestone wall, the pattern on the bluestone wall has undergone two or three major style changes. First, it changed from an unrecognizable square pattern to an ancient script with complicated strokes.

Li Xuewen recognized it as the writing of a small country during the Warring States Period, but it has been lost. He said that it roughly meant "evil beasts disrupted the farmland, tortured and killed humans, and many warriors went to suppress it."

The ancient inscription only lasted less than three or four meters in length, and then turned into a slightly recognizable Xiaozhuan. It seems that after the unification of King Qin, there were additional records.

This kind of situation is very common in China's ancient relics. On Mount Tai, the five mountains, there are hundreds of inscriptions of ancient Ming emperors, all of which were written by this emperor. Write it up, or erect a monument next to it, to show that you are shoulder to shoulder with your predecessors, like sending out bullet screens.

Li Xuewen said that the content of the small seal script is similar with minor differences, and it is likely that the sculptor added a translation after the unification of the writing in the Warring States Period.

Bai Ling thought to himself that bilingual education had been established so early on, and the fact that China values ​​education has a long history.

To be reasonable, is bilingualism in the tomb meant to teach ghosts to keep pace with the times?

A gap appeared in the bluestone wall.

Under the light of the wolf-eye flashlight, the gap extends from the feet to the dome, closely fitting and extremely deep, not just floating on the surface.

On both sides of the gap, there are two seven-clawed angry dragons carved in relief.

"Seven claws?" Li Xuewen couldn't help murmuring, "Why seven claws? This dragon..."

"What happened to Seven Claws?"

"Four-clawed dragons, five-clawed golden dragons. Therefore, in ancient times, even the emperors only used five-clawed golden dragons to decorate their official uniforms. Six-clawed dragon sons and seven-clawed dragons are divine dragons with names and surnames."

Bai Ling half understood: "Aren't these two dragons used to guard gates and decorate?"

Li Xuewen gave him an approving expression.When he became interested, he turned on the portable headlight and asked Bai Ling to help hold it up. He took a picture and kept it.

The overwhelming white light of the spotlight spreads like daytime, and the bluestone wall is instantly illuminated. The two angry dragons with a diameter of more than five meters are roaring, and they are so lifelike that they seem to fly out in the next second.

Even the beard on the stern dragon's face and the powerful and sharp claws of the dragon's claws are all carved with great effort.

Li Xuewen put away the camera and turned off the spotlight.

They don't know what is hidden in the darkness, and the headlights only dare to turn on once in a while to illuminate important affairs.

This perfectionist couldn't care less about the Panlong Eagle, and he was still muttering: "...it can't be Qinglong, the Qinglong is the head of the dragon, and it must have four claws; it's not the ancestor dragon, the ancestor of the candle holding the nine claws... Damn, I really can’t remember for a while.”

The two of them thought about it, the gap should be the gap in the door, that is to say, they just walked from the corner of the tomb hall to the middle of the gate in the past ten minutes?

The two couldn't help but be tongue-tied—the tomb was much bigger than expected.

Li Xuewen's memory of that year is already very faded. He was only in his teens at that time, and he followed behind a series of seniors. He only remembered the sharp sense of fear and the grief of losing his companion.

There were no less than eight forks in the hall of the tomb chamber, and the wolf-eyed flashlight scanned it around, and Li Xuewen scanned it again unwillingly.

It's so clean.

Although it is reasonable to say that the good things in the tomb are in the tomb, the ear room where the coffin is located, and even the special burial room, but the hall is so clean when you enter the door...is it too embarrassing?

"It's all been stolen?" Li Xuewen was shocked. He didn't care about the danger or not, and walked straight to the center of the hall, constantly sweeping the dusty ground, "Isn't it too miserable to have nothing?"

Bai Ling doesn't understand this, and he can feel something is wrong. It stands to reason that if you go to someone else's house to play, it would be fun if you don't put anything in the living room, right?Otherwise, how many lights are there?

However, the four walls of the hall are extremely clean, not to mention the lampstand, there are no raised stone shelves.

"I didn't keep the lamp, because I don't think anyone can find it, or... I don't think there are any living beings in the tomb."

The ancients were in awe of ghosts and gods, which is reflected in the placement of some unnecessary objects, which seem useless, but are actually used to ward off evil spirits and keep safe.

It's like hanging a red string on a doorknob, like hanging a mirror outside the door of a new house, or like putting a lampstand in a tomb.

Some experts said that the setting of the lampstand was for the convenience of the construction craftsmen at that time, but it was not the case at first thought.To decorate the new home, for the convenience of the craftsmen, and help them install a scaffolding at home, and not dismantle it when it is used up?Can't they bring their own lights in?

Bai Ling trembled: "Indeed, I didn't see any wild ghosts along the way..."

Bai Ling can still see ghosts after he has a physical body. Just now at the hotel, he saw a ground-bound spirit. He was slurring his words. Bai Ling almost thought it was a beggar pretending to be deaf and dumb. It can be seen that there is no ghost who will not come and hug his thigh. The situation is really miserable, Bai Ling gnawed at the duck's neck and said so.

Li Xuewen glanced at him unexpectedly, then turned his gaze away: "I remember, last time we walked through the door at the far right corner, where are we going this time?"

They crossed the hall all the way along the center line, and came to the nine doors on the other side of the hall.

These nine doors and gates are more than normal, and they are no more than two meters high, so they are ordinary stone gates.

Nine lifelike four-clawed dragons are carved on the door, each with a different expression, some playing in the water, some roaring ferociously, or hunting fiercely.

Since there are nine different doors, each of which is so far apart, there must be a saying.

Li Xuewen said that he speculates that it is related to the eight gates of life and death, that is, Qimen Dunjia and different angles determined according to the eight trigrams and eight directions, namely, birth, death, death, rest, injury, opening, scene, and startling door.

Last time, for the sake of safety, they chose the far right where they were playing and playing in the water. The journey was full of thrills, but there was no real harm.As for those who followed the principle of seeking wealth and wealth and did not listen to dissuasion, only one out of a dozen people came out.

"The eight gates of life and death, here are nine," Bai Ling wondered, "Could the extra one be the gate leading to the real thing to be hidden?"

This idea is in line with Li Xuewen's point of view.

There is no rush to find the door, and the two of them try to distinguish the meaning of the dragon picture on the door one by one.

Opening, rest, and birth are the three auspicious gates, death, shock, and injury are the three evil gates, and Du gate and Jing gate are the middle way.

Playing in the water, sleeping comfortably, big dragons and small dragons can correspond to Sanjimen; hunting, roaring, and bleeding are the gates of death, surprise, and injury.

But Zhongping's Dumen and Jingmen are difficult to distinguish.

The dragons at the second gate on the left are similar to smiles but not smiles, with only one pair of eyes fixedly looking out; the dragons at the third gate on the right are expressionless, neither happy nor sad, coiled on the ground; Don't smile, the malice and sarcasm in a pair of copper bell eyes send chills down your back.

From the traces beside the door, Bai Ling saw that apart from the "open door" and "shock door" which were opened ten years ago, there were also obvious traces of opening the "life door" and the undetermined second door on the left.

His little mind was spinning quickly, not thinking about which door was the one he was looking for, but—did the boss really enter the tomb?

Not to mention the footprints, the tomb is huge, maybe Mr. Xie didn't walk the same way with them, because they didn't see the footsteps; but there are only nine doors leading to other places in the hall, which one did Mr. Xie enter?

Exclusion is obviously a matter of life and death, second from left?If the boss goes in, will the boss forget to leave a mark for Bai Ling?

The most important thing is the sense of contradiction that lingered in my heart since the first meeting.

At first, Bai Ling thought that the source of the conflict was the tomb, but now that he thinks about it, it might be Li Xuewen's inexplicable abnormal behavior.

He called softly uncertainly: "Brother Xuewen?"

Li Xuewen was focusing on the flashlight, carefully discerning the strangeness of the door.

He raised his voice again: "Brother Xuewen?"

Li Xuewen finally turned around: "What's wrong?"

Bai Ling twisted the corner of his clothes: "How did you come here without telling Brother Yi Hai? I mean, why didn't he follow?"

"Both of us are here, who will do the work?" Li Xuewen smiled maliciously, "The honest man will be thrown home."

This answer was in line with Bai Ling's cognition, and it was also Li Xuewen's usual tone, so Bai Ling was slightly relieved.He also secretly stood behind Li Xuewen to see a section of snow-white neck exposed under the combat uniform. It was the delicate human skin without wooden texture.

The two finally chose the third door on the right, who was expressionless and neither sad nor happy.

There is no other reason, just my intuition, only the third door on the right does not have a sense of evil at a glance.

There was a sunken semi-circular handle on the half-waist of the Shimen. Li Xuewen took a deep breath and opened the door. The Shimen was smoother than expected, and "Kaka" revealed the dark aisle inside.

Li Xuewen took out a headlamp from his pocket and handed it to Bai Ling, and gave him a small saber for self-defense.He said that there are many hallucinations inside, so you must calm down and don't be confused by visions.He then teased and said, if you can't, just call Brother Chongsen's name, he won't let you have an accident.

Bai Ling's little face was a little red, and he hid well in the dark, he retorted, no matter which younger brother shouted, the boss would protect him.

Li Xuewen gave him a sideways glance with a half-smile, and the headlight shone on him with a partial light, his fair facial features were somewhat ghostly.

Like the dragon figure at the left door just now.

The aisle was long and silent, and Bai Ling was timid, so he pestered Li Xuewen to chat.

Li Xuewen is well-informed and can talk about everything. He also likes to chat with a pure-hearted person like Bai Ling. The two chatted, but the pressure was relieved a lot.

until it comes to a topic.

"Brother Chongsen told you, why did he insist on going to the tomb?"

Bai Ling was startled: "Don't you want to save people?"

Li Xuewen was noncommittal: "Other than that?"

Bai Ling was stunned: "Also, what else can I have? Is it to make a fortune? This is a by-product. It's not easy to go to the grave once. If you don't take Bai, you won't take it."

At this time, Li Xuewen stopped and looked down at the wall at his feet.

It is different from the tombs in Bai Ling's movies and novels. The long and silent corridor is only wide enough for two people to walk side by side. The endless stone walls seem to hang people inside at any time. Perhaps it is due to the air pressure. Shortness of breath and irregular heartbeat.

There is a line of small characters in simplified Chinese written in charcoal on the wall.

The calf is high and crooked, like a child scribbling.

"Finally out"

Bai Ling went "ahhh" for a while: "There is really something inside!"

Li Xuewen glared at him to signal hiss, but unfortunately the light of the flashlight also began to flicker, showing his uneasiness.He gently wiped the charcoal marks with his index finger: "It's very firm. The days are long gone."

"A child came in?" Bai Ling was confused, "Is someone playing a prank?"

Li Xuewen shook her head in embarrassment: "As far as I know, when I came in in 2012, the youngest ones were Sister She's younger sisters, She Qingshi and She Xialu. They started their apprentices early and were 14 years old."

He looked forward, and at the very end, there seemed to be a square door-like object, which was too far away and too small. Bai Ling tried to open his eyes wide, but his eyelids were sore, and he couldn't be sure if it was an illusion.

The environment was dark and oppressive, and the quiet Bai Ling couldn't help breathing. Even though he didn't need oxygen as a ghost, he still felt short of oxygen and couldn't breathe.

He squatted down, and the posture of embracing his whole body gave him a sense of security, but Li Xuewen asked again: "Brother Chongsen didn't tell you the purpose... Don't you know who he is going to resurrect?"

what with what?

Bai Ling couldn't keep up with his train of thought for a moment: "Resurrection? You mean that prescription?"

"Wait," Bai Ling couldn't turn his tongue, "is there any medicine prescribed in this tomb?"

Li Xue heard that he really didn't know anything, and sighed: "I really don't know if it's good for you or not for him to protect you like this."

He said, don't you think the name of the original Wuqing square tomb is strange?

It was originally called "Yuanwu Qinglong Tomb", which originated from two angry dragon carvings on the bluestone wall.However, a few old seniors thought that calling the "dragon" by the name of "Dragon" was such an evil tomb of uncertain nature, and they were afraid of causing disaster, so they named it "Qingfang" after the extremely square hall.

He also said that it is widely said that this tomb is the tomb of an emperor, and it may be the location of the "celestial snake sloughing bones" in the prescription.

No one has ever seen "Heavenly Snake Slough", it only exists in the literature, and it is described as a medicinal material in a few words. There are different opinions on its true body throughout the ages.Heavenly snake, that is, dragon, can be understood as dragon spirit. It is difficult to search for real dragon bones. Is it possible to replace them with human keel bones?

The one unearthed in modern times, which can be touched by the wild and has not been protected by the state, is the original Wuqing square tomb.

This place is so shabby, is it really the emperor's tomb?Bai Ling felt that Li Xuewen's views were full of contradictions, but he couldn't refute them.

He could only shake his head: "The big brother must have his reasons if he doesn't say it. I'm stupid, and I didn't keep my mouth open. Don't say I slipped my mouth, it's good to keep it from me. Besides... who do you want to resurrect?"

Bai Ling changed from his timid and timid appearance before, and his peach blossom eyes without a smile were fixed directly on the pupils behind the metal-rimmed glasses that could not see clearly.

He raised his voice: "Are your parents? You came here alone... Does brother Xuewen know?"

The calm phoenix eyes behind the glasses twitched suddenly, and the young man suddenly laughed loudly, but his gentle and clean Buddha face gave off a wicked and wanton smile.

Finally, he touched the corners of his eyes lightly with his little finger, and then took off his glasses.

He restrained his smile, and when he lowered his face, a mole of tears overflowed evil in the corner of his eyes.

"Kid, when did you find out?"

"It was very early," Bai Ling obeyed the gesture of the man behind him, took a step back slowly, and compared his little fingers meanly, "To be honest, your acting is not at all similar."