Chapter 218 Three Foul Soils

Brother Yaozi and his friends took more than half an hour to go.

Finally, I couldn't hold back my curiosity, so I used the Tianguan Blade as a crutch and limped to the yard.

Chen Lian was like a curious baby, lying on the entrance of the cellar and looking inside. Unfortunately, the cellar was very deep, so what could he see at the entrance? He could only vaguely see the flashlights in Lao Bai's hands swaying back and forth.

Lao Bai was complaining in dissatisfaction: "How many potatoes and cabbages have you stored for the winter? I'm so tired!"

It turned out that they had been rummaging through these things in there.

Chen Lian said somewhat embarrassedly that during the autumn harvest, he sold grain and mountain products. This year's harvest was not bad, so he stored a little more, and bought more than 2,000 yuan worth of potatoes and cabbages.

A series of scoldings came from Lao Bai in the cellar.

In fact, I can understand this way of life. It is the same in my hometown. Every family has such a cellar in the yard. In autumn, they buy a lot of potatoes and cabbage at one time. This stuff is cheap, unlike the big supermarkets in the city. They stock up a few thousand kilograms, which is enough for the whole family to eat until the autumn of the next year. Even if the potatoes sprout, it doesn't matter. They can break them off and continue to eat. It's only the New Year now. I guess the inventory in the cellar is scary. For a while, I also have some colleagues like Lao Bai and his brothers.

You see, sometimes bullshit is not all bad.

The three people in the cellar were cursing while working. In the blink of an eye, the sun had already set in the west. At this time, the sound in the cellar suddenly disappeared.

I put my face close to the cellar entrance, and a smell of earth hit my nose. I asked: "What's going on?"

There was still no response from below.

After a long time, Lao Bai burst out a series of "Wow, Wow" exclamations like frying beans.

Brother Yaozi said faintly: "What on earth did this grandson do..."

Zhang Xinya responded: "It's simply... unimaginable!"

When I heard this, I understood that there must be a discovery. I let go of my worry and smiled.

Not long after, the three climbed out, holding a large bag in their arms, which looked heavy.

I wanted to go up and take a look, but Brother Yaozi stopped me with his eyes. Then, Brother Yaozi looked at Chen Lian and naturally saw the questioning intention on his face. He thought for a while and said to him: "You'd better not know what's in this bag, otherwise there will be a great disaster. Moreover, seeing this thing, I think Hu Wa's current situation is even more dangerous. Let's rest for a night today. We must go into the mountains tomorrow. By the way, did Hu Wa tell you how he went to find that thing?"

Chen Lian had been frightened too much, and after hearing what he said, she was even more at a loss. She didn't ask about the things in the cellar. She didn't hide anything and told him everything she knew like pouring beans.

She said that the road was actually in the south. After leaving the village, we plunged into the Taiyue Mountains and went straight south. After passing the skull graves where the dead were buried in their village, we walked about a hundred miles and then saw a large area of ​​rolling hills. There were no other plants on these hills, only caragana. After crossing these hills, we could see a vast open area, like an alpine pasture, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Hu Wa always went to that place to look for the fairy. It was also there that he saw the blue moon and the blue lake.

At the end, Chen Lian knelt down and kowtowed to us repeatedly, asking us to bring Hu Wa back.

I sighed and nodded.

Then, we left Hu Wa's house.

Now that I was injured, I definitely couldn't leave today. In desperation, we could only go back to Liu Ma, paid 500 yuan, and once again moved into the so-called five-star luxury suite...

Bang!

After entering the house, I immediately closed the door: "Quick, open the bundle, let me see what the hell is in it, making you look like you've eaten shit."

"What do you mean by eating shit?"

Lao Bai sneered: "This is a pujie meeting a master, a newbie meeting an old hand, we are paying tribute to him, we brothers have been through life and death, and we thought we had seen a lot of ancient tombs, but compared to Hu Wa, it's nothing!"

After saying that, he shook open the bundle with a "clatter".

There were no antiques inside, just soil.

"Isn't it scary?"

Lao Bai said: "No wonder Chen Lian didn't notice anything after going in several times. That Hu Wa is so cunning. He just poured the soil on the ground and stomped it down, and then pressed it with a sack of potatoes. If it weren't for Zhang Xinya's sharp eyes, even we couldn't figure out what was going on!"

At first glance, the soil in the bundle was just ordinary soil, but the color was quite dark and it looked quite fertile.

However, since Lao Bai and the others said that the soil was unusual, I naturally kept a watchful eye, so I turned on the flashlight and shone it on the soil. At the same time, I leaned back slightly and looked carefully. This pile of soil immediately became unusual.

The soil actually has colors! !

Red, black, green...

The three colors of soil were mixed together.

I picked up a handful of soil and put it to the tip of my nose to sniff. There was an unpleasant fishy smell, and this fishy smell was not the kind of earthy smell brought by moist soil, but more like... the smell of a corpse.

My face changed, and I asked in doubt: "Is this... Sanxingtu?"

Brother Yaozi nodded.

I understand. What Hu Wa's grandson did for that thing turned out to be tomb robbing!!

This Sanxingtu, that's a big deal.

In a standard tomb, after the coffin is put into the tomb, it cannot be thrown directly on the ground. People who are more particular will build a coffin platform under the coffin. The height of this coffin platform depends on the tomb layout, the identity of the tomb owner, and even the birth date of the tomb owner, etc., which needs to be considered comprehensively. Some are shorter, maybe only a few centimeters, and some are a few inches high. The highest coffin platform must be built to nine feet and nine inches, but those are the specifications of the imperial tombs, and not every emperor has to use this specification. Ordinary people certainly can't use it. Stopping it so high is equivalent to hanging the dead, which makes sleeping very uncomfortable. Probably, except for those lonely people who claim to be alone, no one will like this taste.

There are many materials for the coffin platform. In ancient times, stones or even mixed soil were mostly used. In modern times, many people use bricks and cement. However, no matter how high the coffin platform is or what material it is made of, before placing the coffin, the eldest son will sprinkle a thin layer of soil on it, which means that the coffin has landed, is grounded, and is about to go down.

This layer of soil is called descendants soil.

If the quality of the coffin is not good, the dead body will rot in the coffin, and the corpse water will penetrate the coffin and merge into this layer of descendants soil. This soil is called three-smelling soil! !

Why is it called this?

Because there are three colors of three-smelling soil. When the corpse rots in the first few months, it will seep into the descendants soil. At that time, the descendants soil will appear bloody. After a long time, it will turn into black, which is only found in silt. The soil at this time is also the smelliest. After brewing for hundreds of years, the stench will dissipate, but when you shine white light on it, the color of ghost fire will emerge on the soil.

This kind of soil is not very common, and it is rare for the corpse to rot and penetrate the coffin! !

Moreover, there is only a thin layer under the coffin, not much at all...

Look at this big bag in front of me, who knows how many tombs this grandson Hu Wa has robbed! !

Compared with him, we brothers are really nothing.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and couldn't help saying: "Just this bag of three-smelly soil, this grandson has opened at least hundreds of dead dens."

I am not talking nonsense at all, and I even underestimated it!

From ancient times to the present, there are too few people who really follow the funeral specifications. There is no such condition at all, and many people don't understand this. If we really follow the specifications, the mounds of these tombs now have to be shoveled away in most cases. Why? Because building soil is a tomb, digging a hole is a tomb. Which person nowadays doesn't have a pile of soil on top? Strictly speaking, they are all tombs. How do you write the traditional Chinese character for tomb? Cong Tu Cong Ben means a tomb that rises to the sky. This is because the deceased was wronged and buried like this. A flat cemetery is the burial specification for normal deaths.

Whether to build a grave mound is related to the life of the deceased. This is the most basic consideration, right? But how many people understand it? Almost no one! ! !

Not to mention the coffin platform under the coffin. Not to mention the coffin platform, the quality of your coffin must be very poor to form three-smelling soil.

This determines that there are very few tombs with three-smelling soil!

Whether there is this thing in the tomb cannot be seen from Feng Shui. It must be dug up to know. If you want to find this thing, you can only use a stupid method, dig more graves, and the probability must be higher.

"I knew that grandson was a bad guy the moment I saw him. He is worse than us!"

Lao Bai smacked his lips and cursed us all unconsciously. Then he said, "But I don't understand. What does that thing in the mountain need these three-smelling soils for?"

I know a little about this. In the book of Yanshi Mechanical Techniques that I got, there are many records about witchcraft, among which this three-smelling soil is mentioned.

"It should be a huge witchcraft ceremony."

I said, "Three-smelling soil, soaked in dead blood, in witchcraft, this thing can communicate yin and yang. It is usually used in a dialogue between yin and yang, or in a ritual of transformation between yin and yang. If you meet some old ghosts who are too old and don't understand human language, but can only speak in extermination language, if you don't understand, you can put a handful of three-smelling soil in your mouth to communicate with the other party..."

Lao Bai shuddered, looking like he didn't dare to learn, saying that he would rather eat insects to serve the Gu King than stand this.

"So, when it comes to the Three-Fouled Soil, it's basically all witchcraft!"

I sighed softly, "Now I am more and more certain that Cheng Yi is probably the soul-collecting messenger of this fairy. He and Hu Wa have the same master. This thing should be a big witchcraft ceremony, which has been prepared for a long, long time. Now it seems that the soul that Cheng Yi took away may not be swallowed by herself. It may also be related to this witchcraft ceremony. But what does this guy want to do?"

Another living soul and another Three-Fouled Soil.

I vaguely feel that it seems to have grasped something, but I really can't figure it out.

Brother Yaozi brought up the old things again, thinking that this fairy still wants to revive Shi Kuang.

"It doesn't seem like it. There should be a bigger plot."

I thought about it. Although this statement can make sense, it's... not good enough!

I recalled what Chen Lian said. When Hu Wa came into contact with the fairy, the other party said four very important words-Jupiter Holy Land, how dare you set foot?

This Jupiter is actually Jupiter, one of the nine planets in the solar system, and it means longevity.

I suspect that Jupiter should be the belief of a certain ethnic group, and this relic in the mountain may involve a certain ethnic group, so it is called the Holy Land of Jupiter! !

This fairy lived in it and struggled for a long time just to revive her lover? This is unacceptable, the pattern is too small! !

Unfortunately, I searched through my memory and couldn't think of which ethnic group would regard Jupiter as a belief, so I couldn't confirm the identity of this fairy, otherwise, many problems could be solved!

We discussed it for a while, but it was really difficult to draw any conclusions. Fortunately, we stopped talking and went to bed early after eating the cheating meal sold by Liu Ma.

Just as Yin Nu said, my injury was not serious. After applying hot compress, I would be fine after waking up. At most, it would be a little painful when I walked. I would get used to it after a while of activities. When the sky just got light, we went to the car at the foot of the mountain to get dry food and luggage, and then plunged into the vast Taiyue Mountains, embarking on the journey to find this relic.