Dragon Seeker

Lao Bai was shocked by what I said. He trembled all over, and the fat on his face shivered: "You mean, we are all dead? This is the underworld?"

To be honest, I have never seen such a coward.

I don't know how he got the reputation of being a good writer.

"Did you leave without a brain?"

Brother Yaozi scolded impatiently: "You can breathe and sweat, how can you die?"

"That's right..."

Lao Bai smiled awkwardly, scratched his head, and was embarrassed for a rare time: "Isn't it that I have experienced so many weird things that I am a little confused..."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pulled them to sit down. Unfortunately, it was really hard to describe the weird situation we were facing now, so I thought about it and just told such a story.

This story is not made up out of thin air, but an elder in my family experienced it personally. That incident happened in the Wuwu year, which was the seventh year of the Republic of China. The feudal dynasty had just ended, and the ritual officials had no livelihood. Even the living sacrifices had no buyers. In addition, there were wars everywhere, the landlords had no surplus food, and the common people had no spare money to ask about ghosts and gods. The elder in my family was in a dilemma. Not to mention three meals a day, even one meal a day was not guaranteed.

Coincidentally, at that time, a Shanxi merchant who traveled around came to my hometown and said that a big family in Huainan wanted to repair the ancestral tomb and bought a piece of land by the Fei River. Unfortunately, they couldn't find a good gentleman, so the Shanxi merchant recommended my elder. When the other party heard that he was the former imperial funeral ritual official of the court, he was naturally a hundred times happy, and paid a deposit of 20 yuan on the spot, saying that there would be a big reward after the matter was completed!

In the seventh year of the Republic of China, the Yuan Datou had just been issued, and the purchasing power was not ordinary strong!

My elders had been broke for a long time, how could they refuse this temptation? They would go even if they had to pay for it, so they immediately packed their bags and set off.

He had seen the cemetery chosen by the other party, which was surrounded by mountains and water, without turbulence, and with many hometowns. It was really a good place to be a ancestral cemetery.

As a result, on the day of the groundbreaking, both my elders and the workers fell into a coma without knowing it. When they woke up, the place was still the same, but it was dark and there was no one around. At first, they didn't care. Some workers got up and prepared to go home, but after walking for a while, they actually came back!

They were all trapped there!

The workers were scared and asked if my elders had encountered a ghost.

My elders were at a loss. After thinking about it, they said it was a ghost wall. It would be better to sleep here for a night and it would be broken naturally at dawn. Fortunately, a wealthy family on the construction site left them rice and grain. They were also open-minded and immediately started cooking. Who knew that as soon as the steaming hot food was placed in front of them, there were suddenly shouts of killing and flying arrows like locusts.

Those arrows fell on their heads with a crackling sound, scaring my elders so much that they almost jumped into the Fei River. When the arrows passed through their bodies, they suddenly realized that everything was fake. Those arrows were not life-threatening at all. Instead, several workers fell to the ground. When he went over to see, those people had no wounds on their bodies, and yellow-green juice was overflowing from their mouths. They were already dead. Some people said that they were actually scared to death. Others said that they thought they were dead, but they really died.

After my elders came to their senses, they began to pay attention to their surroundings. They found that a large camp had been set up on the dark riverside. Ancient soldiers who could not be seen at a glance were busy gathering in the camp. However, judging from their clothes, they seemed to be soldiers of some nomadic peoples.

Before they could react, something changed again.

A group of soldiers in black clothes and black armor suddenly rushed into the camp. These soldiers were very few in number. Compared with the barbarians in the camp, they were no different from the difference between a stream and the sea. However, they were fearless and roared into the enemy group. In just a moment, they defeated the barbarians.

My elders saw with their own eyes that some people raised the heads of barbarians and howled to the sky, some people sang and cried, and some people had their arms cut off, leaving only a trace of flesh and skin. However, they did not change their color and cut off the broken arms with a knife, and continued to fight with the enemy.

My elder was just a ceremonial officer who had lost his ability. Seeing this scene, he was frightened and turned pale. He thought it was a battle between ghost soldiers. He immediately took many workers to hide and used all the few ways to avoid ghosts and gods in his stomach. Finally, he escaped from the battlefield with great difficulty. When he saw no ghost soldiers, he turned around and the sound of fighting had disappeared without a trace. There was only a rushing Feishui in front of him.

At that time, he suddenly realized that it didn't seem to be ghost soldiers. He might have seen a moment of history. Looking at the Feishui in front of him, he thought of a famous battle - the Battle of Feishui.

In that battle, 80,000 soldiers of the Northern Palace of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, armed with sharp weapons, defeated Fu Jian's million barbarian soldiers, which became one of the most famous battles in history.

He thought that those brave warriors who were not afraid of death might be the sons of the Northern Palace soldiers.

After telling this story, I looked up at them and said with a smile: "How is it? Is it similar to what we are facing now?"

All of them fell into silence.

"Afterwards, my elders talked about this matter like this - those who know they will die and dare to die are called warriors, their feelings can move heaven, and their merits and glory are engraved in heaven and earth for future generations to admire!"

I smiled and said: "However, I think the engraving of heaven is bullshit. Think about the situation at that time. The 80,000 Northern Army soldiers attacked Fu Jian's tiger and wolf division that could break the flow of the river with a whip. They must have been determined to die. As far as I know, when people know they will die and dare to die, the Shuangling in the three souls will change, and even come out of the body. If the person does not die in the end, the Shuangling will return. If he really dies, the Shuangling will be lost forever.

My master said in the "Qingwei Neidan Technique" given to me that the Shuangling in the three souls is mainly the change of Yin Qi.

When countless Shuangling gather together, unimaginable changes may occur.

As the saying goes, people have their own way, ghosts have their own way. When countless Shuangling gather together, they may form a place that belongs to them. People can't see it, and ghosts can't see it either. It depends on the real world, but it transcends the real world. People will break into it under certain conditions and be trapped in it! "

Zhang Xinya's understanding ability is better, and she said: "You mean, when a person is fully prepared for death, the three souls and seven spirits will subconsciously determine that the person is dead. However, among the three souls and seven spirits, only the Shuangling in the three souls is the main change of Yin Qi, and the other souls depend on the body, so only the Shuangling will leave first.

If there are many such people, countless Shuangling gather together, and finally form a unique space, in which the moment before their death is constantly staged?

And we are exhausted after being poisoned, and accidentally break into such a world belonging to Shuangling, and finally get trapped here? "

I snapped my fingers: "Absolutely correct!"

"What's the use of saying a lot of incomprehensible words?"

Lao Bai glanced at me: "We are still trapped here and can't see anything!"

"If my guess is correct, then it won't be difficult to leave here!"

I said unhappily: "Shuangling is one of the three souls. It is indeed a residual soul. People can't see it, and ghosts can't see it. I'm not afraid to scare you to death. There may be a Shuangling lying in front of you and licking you crazily. According to the record of my elder's escape, if you want to leave here, you must avoid these Shuangling. If you are entangled by them, you will encounter the situation we encountered before, over and over again, from the starting point back to the starting point, and never see the end!"

Lao Bai rubbed his arms and got goose bumps on his body. He muttered: "I know the most important thing is to get rid of Shuangling, but you also said that this thing is a residual soul. People can't see it, and ghosts can't see it. How to avoid it!?"

Looking back at what my elders encountered, it is not difficult to find such a thing. At the beginning, they couldn't see anything. It was only when they started to live and cook that abnormalities appeared...

Zhang Xinya and I said the same word almost in unison: "Rice!"

Unfortunately, we only brought dry food with us on this trip to the tomb. Where can we find a bowl of brown rice? It is impossible to replicate the experience of my elder!

"Without brown rice, what do you think... fried rice will work?"

The old man suddenly spoke up and took out a small cloth bag from his dirty cloth bag.

The fried rice he was talking about was naturally not fried rice, but a kind of grain made from millet. The villagers called it "Mongolian Leamu". The villagers like to add some when drinking pot tea and milk tea. There is a very unique fragrance.

There is no doubt that my elder must have accidentally attracted Shuangling with food, and then he saw a moment of history.

Shuangling, under normal circumstances, cannot exist alone for a long time. After forming this strange space, it can live in it for a long time, but in the final analysis, it is still a three souls, and it should still have some characteristics of ghosts.

As far as I know, the favorite food of ghosts is actually rice, which has a strong essence!

However, there is no rice at the moment, and fried rice is still rice. After a little thought, I thought of trying it out and dumped the fried rice that Old Diaoye brought with him at the crossroads!

As a result, after waiting for a long time, there was no movement.

"Did it fail?"

Lao Bai looked disappointed: "These grandsons really only like rice?"

I also frowned, wondering what I missed.

Is it because we didn't make a fire to cook fried rice?

It shouldn't be!

The soul sees whether the rice is fragrant, not by smelling the smell, but by smelling the essence. This is fishing for residual souls, not fishing. The bait must be fragrant, and the better the atomization, the better the effect.

After thinking carefully for a moment, with the intention of giving it a last try, I asked Brother Yaozi for two cigarettes and inserted them directly in the middle of the fried rice...