Gong Yan looked puzzled and said: "What does passing away mean?"
Wang Jian was speechless for a moment, thinking how terrible it is to be uneducated, and whispered to Gong Yan: "Buddhists say that when a monk dies, he is called Nirvana."
Gong Yan was startled, and then cursed: "Damn it, if you die, you will die.
It's so funny to say it so euphemistically."
Suddenly, a light flashed in Zhijing's eyes and she whispered: "Donor, do you know what respect is?"
Gong Yan was about to scold me for respecting you, but before he could say anything, Wang Jian interrupted: "Okay, okay, my friend has not read any books.
Please forgive me, master."
Zhijing nodded and did not pursue further.
Wang Jian winked at Gong Yan and signaled him to stop talking.
Gong Yan smiled and said "hmm".
"Master, you said that your second uncle often told you about the house at the foot of the mountain when you were young.
What is in that house?"
Zhijing smiled: "Donor, can you tell me why you want to know what happened in the old house so much?"
Before Wang Jian spoke, Gong Yan became unhappy and said, "When my boss asks you, just say, this is for you, don't tell me those nonsense again."
As he said, he took out one from his pocket. wallet, took out a credit card and threw it to Zhijing: "The password is 6 zeros."
Zhijing was stunned for a moment, and then with a smile on his face, he took the card, stuffed it into his arms without blushing, and said with a smile: "Thank you, donor, for the charity."
Damn it, this is the legendary saying that money can make the world go round.
Wang Jian's face was covered with black lines, and he said with a smile: "Then you can tell us now."
Zhijing nodded: "This matter must start from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty.
At that time, the literary inquisition was greatly promoted in the Qing Dynasty.
The literary inquisition was at its peak at that time, and our traditional Chinese culture was also distorted at that time. " "Monk, you're going too far, why are you talking about the literary prison again?"
Gong Yan looked puzzled.
Wang Jian said calmly: "Don't say anything, let the master say that the house is indeed from the Qing Dynasty."
Zhijing continued: "There lived a man named Zhang Shigui in that house.
He had a wife and a son and a daughter.
This Zhang Shigui was born to play with snakes.
He raised two hybrid cobras at home, one named Qiming , and there is another one called wishing."
"What does Qi Ming Yuan have to do with the Literary Prison?"
Gong Yan murmured.
"It seems that the snake's name killed his family."
Wang Jian said.
Zhijing nodded: "The donor is smart.
It is indeed these two snakes that brought his family to a dead end.
Qiming, the homophone of Qiming, is Qiming.
In the eyes of the rulers of the Qing Dynasty, you are going to rise the Ming Dynasty.
In At that time, people had to be beheaded, especially during the Daxing Literary Prison.
One snake was called Qiming, and another one was called Yuanqing.
Isn’t your homophonic pronunciation of resentment for Qing?
The meaning of the names of the two snakes was to resent the Qing Dynasty and the rise of the Ming Dynasty. ” "Puch!"
Gong Yan couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed out loud: "Haha, that's so funny.
It's just a name.
How can you talk so much?"
Zhijing smiled: "Later, Zhang Shigui was convicted of a crime, a remnant of the Ming Dynasty."
"Then what?"
Gong Yan asked.
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"Then there was no more.
The whole family was killed.
It is said that the house is often haunted.
Anyway, I have been staying at Guquan Temple for so many years and I have never been in that house."
Zhijing said.
Wang Jian began to think in his heart.
What the monk said didn't seem to be made up.
It should be true.
In that case, the family of four in this house really turned into ghosts.
Thinking of this, Wang Jian asked: "Master, can I ask you another question?"
Zhijing nodded silently, indicating that it was okay.
"In the 1980s, were there any ancient tombs found near Qingping Mountain?
It was said that a mummy was dug up."
Wang Jian asked.
Zhijing scratched her head and said, "It seems that this happened, but it happened in the back mountain."
"Let's go to the back mountain and have a look."
Wang Jian said to Gong Yan.
Gong Yan smiled, looked at Zhi Jing and said, "Monk, thank you.
I listened to your nonsense for a long time and I even gave you a card.
A card is worth ten yuan."
Suddenly, Zhijing's expression changed.
He took out the bank card and said, "You're kidding me."
"Yes, there is no money in it.
I didn't seem to say there was money in it when I gave it to you."
Gong Yan grinned wildly.
Zhijing's face became more and more ugly, and her body started to tremble slightly.
"Monk, that card of mine is worth 10 yuan, but you made a profit.
Just mess with me and you can get it for 10 yuan."
Gong Yan sneered.
Zhijing gritted her teeth and said sternly: "Donor, I advise you, don't force me."
"Hey, why are you hitting me?"
Gong Yan said, taking out a pistol from his body and pointing it at Zhijing.
The moment Zhijing saw the gun, she was frightened out of her wits.
She squatted down holding her head and said in a trembling voice: "Donor, don't shoot.
If you have something to say, say it well.
Say it well."
"Amitabha, I won't shoot randomly."
Gong Yan imitated Zhi Jing's tone and then grinned.
Wang Jian stood aside and looked at him with a black line on his face and said, "Let's go, don't waste time."
After saying that, he turned around and ran down the mountain.
Gong Yan quickly ducked and followed him.
Zhijing held her head and continued to tremble.
After a long while, he slowly poked his head out.
Seeing that Wang Jian and Gong Yan were gone, he breathed a sigh of relief and cursed: "gb, How did you meet these two b things today?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a hand was put on his shoulder.
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This time, Zhijing jumped up in fright and shouted: "Don't, don't shoot, donor. , I’m not scolding you, I really am not.”
A familiar voice came to Zhijing's ears: "Look at how cowardly you look."
"Master" The fear on Zhijing's face suddenly disappeared.
She turned around and looked behind her, only to see Huitong standing behind him at some point, looking at him with squinted eyes.
"Master, you're here, I was almost killed just now."
Zhijing said, trembling.
Huitong said with a gloomy face: "Follow me."
"Yes, Master."
Zhijing quickly clasped her hands together and followed Huitong towards the temple.
Walking into the yard, Huitong stretched out his hand and fiddled with the wall.
He only heard a "click" sound, and a hole appeared on the ground.
There were stone steps beside the hole leading straight down.
It was dark inside and looked a bit scary. people.
Zhijing's face was filled with disbelief, and her mouth opened wide: "Master, Master, why is there a mechanism here?"
"Stop talking, come down with me.
Master will show you something good."
Huitong smiled, and the moment he turned around, a hint of coldness flashed across his face: