The exit of this short underground cave is a naturally formed falling water bridge.
Under the bridge, the Yin River flows.
After crossing this natural stone bridge, the terrain in front suddenly opens up.
I don’t know what the light source is, but there is a gray light and a hazy light.
Among the ancient buildings, it is difficult to distinguish their scale and layout.
We can't tell which dynasty the ancient relics of those houses and palaces are from.
We only know that the carved beams and painted columns are all ancient and unusual in shape.
It's hard to imagine why such an ancient palace is buried in the Hundred Eyes Cave.
There seemed to be many dark shadows walking back and forth in this classical and gloomy house, and the noise of people could be heard from far and near.
Although the building was old, it did not look dilapidated at all, as if there were still people living there.
The three of us were stunned.
Could it be that we had really entered the underworld where the dead and their souls gathered?
We even began to wonder whether we were alive or already dead.
Otherwise, how could we have seen this hellish scene?
I saw there was water under the stone bridge, so I quickly squatted down and took out a few handfuls of cold water and poured it on my face.
The water was bone-chillingly cold.
I was indeed not wandering in a dream.
The scene before me was real.
Fatty and Ding Sitian also followed my example and washed their faces with cold water.
Fatty said, "This Falling Water Bridge reminds me of my home in Fujian.
There is also such a bridge formed by an underground waterfall in our cave over there.
The natural stone bridge cave is called Immortal Bridge by fellow villagers.
The old man, Hu, confuses the public with his monstrous words, saying that the bridge was nourished by the peeing of immortals.
The front is like an underworld.
Once you walk in, you don’t know if you will have the chance to go home and see the immortal bridge in this life.
Let’s do our best.
Let’s be prepared for the underworld to put up big-character posters on the faces of bulls and horses.”
I saw that Ding Sitian also had a sad look on her face.
Maybe she also thought of her hometown Beijing when the fat man mentioned going home.
At that time, I didn’t know that people, under great pressure, would often have an incomparable attachment to the hometown where they grew up.
I looked at the gray area deep in the cave, sighed and said to Ding Sitian and Fatty: " How can we still have home?
Our parents have either been censored and quarantined, or have been arranged to step aside, and our houses have been sealed.
Since revolutionaries regard the world as their own responsibility, from now on Let’s all be at home."
When I said this, I felt an inexplicable fire in my heart.
I gritted my teeth and stood up, calling Fatty and Ding Sitian: "We have completely buried the imperial cultivators, why are we afraid of his underworld?
Since I, the King of Hell, have come this far, I will never look back until I find Lao Yangpi.
I think we should just go there and see what this ghost town has to offer."
The three of us were stimulated by the cold water, and we all felt much more energetic.
We sang a struggle song about concentrating our firepower against gangsters, and walked step by step into the gray shadow.
The will-o'-the-wisps are floating on the walls of the cave.
The will-o'-the-wisps are actually phosphorus fires.
Once a living person's Yang Qi approaches, a ball of green and faint fireballs will flicker in and out along with the person's trace.
We relied on a tragic feeling of fighting against heaven and earth in our hearts to dare to go deeper.
But as we got closer to the city shrouded in clouds, we felt softer under our feet, as if we had stepped on a cotton sheath, which was suddenly deep and then shallow. , it was difficult to stand firm.
I secretly cursed myself for being useless, why my feet were so scared when I walked.
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In the future, when I see the enemy's bayonet red on the battlefield of the Third World War that liberates all mankind, I won't be scared to pee my pants.
At this time, a gray figure floated straight towards us.
The three of us were shocked and hurriedly hid aside.
A dark wind blew from the entrance of the cave, and the figure immediately disappeared into the dark underground.
The strange wind At the volume, the original lights and figures flickered The large moving buildings suddenly disappeared in an instant, leaving only countless will-o'-the-wisps flickering between the cracks in the rocks.
We were greatly surprised: "We've seen a ghost market."
The fat man waved his arms and touched the place where the figure disappeared for a long time.
Qi said: "Why did it get buried in the soil?"
I felt that my feet were getting more and more rootless, so I quickly pulled Sitian and Fatty to lean against Shibi Mountain.
Only then did I realize that it was not fear that made my feet weak, but that the ground was not flat, and I would step on many arc-shaped objects when I walked around.
Stones make it easy to lose focus.
The floor of the cave was covered by a layer of light smoke, and every foot sank into it.
It was impossible to see what was under my feet.
I reached out to touch the ground to see what it was.
Ding Sitian asked me nervously what was on the ground, whether it was the head and bones of a dead person.
I said how could a dead person’s head be so big?
It looked like the bottom of a pot upside down on the ground.
It felt quite smooth.
As I talked, I Touching the gap, he used one hand to lift up a large protrusion on the ground.
A closer look amidst the pungent smoke and stench revealed that what I had lifted up was a huge piece of turtle shell.
There were also the remains of the old turtle in the shell, all of which had emerged.
It seemed that there was something piled up underground in the cave.
How many turtle bones were there, both Fatty and Ding Sitian were baffled as to what was going on.
But I suddenly realized: "This is the turtle's resting place, the real turtle's resting place.
It is the place where the old turtles in the sea climbed onto the land to bury their bones when they knew they would not live long.
It is exactly the same as described in the sixteen-character Yin and Yang Feng Shui secret technique." .
The dead bodies buried in the upper cave must be trying to ascend through the aura of the Turtle Sleeping Treasure Land.
Ding Sitian asked me: "Then this is the underworld."
I shook my head.
My knowledge is extremely limited.
Who knows what ancient people thought.
However, it is said that there is a legend in coastal areas that a turtle turns into a mirage when it enters the sea.
A thousand-year-old turtle will lose its body when it crawls from land into the sea, turning into the phantom of a mirage.
It will see a non-existent fairy mountain in the sea.
In fact, it is a miraculous wonder formed by the sea air when the turtle encounters it.
The sight of the giant turtle during his lifetime produced this elusive sea air in the sea.
However, in Qingwu Shu, it is said that there is actually no turtle in the sea.
What he wants to explain probably refers to the lunar air and the turtle fish in the sea.
Dragons and other spiritual beings are connected.
Old turtles that have lived in the sea for thousands of years have a large amount of sea air in their tortoise shells, so the place where the turtles' bones are buried must always be filled with sea air.
The gray buildings we saw were most likely where a group of turtles gathered in the sea.
I estimate that the dead people buried here, as well as the folklore of ghost offices, most probably regard the image of phantom cloth caused by the floating sea air in the turtle bones as the underworld.
At that time, I only knew a little bit about Qingwu.
I was reading the sixteen-character Yin-Yang Feng Shui secret technique when I was idle in the mountains.
In addition, I had always heard these stories from my grandfather Hu Guohua, so I knew a little bit about it.
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I didn’t know the specific theory at all.
Understand, anyway, Fatty and Ding Sitian couldn't understand it in general terms, so we had to put it aside for now and continue to search for the old sheepskin in this large cave full of ghosts.
Walking further in, the cave has reached the end.
There are milkstones above the ground on the ground, and light smoke is lingering.
There is a big stone bed here, and under the stone bed there are many small stone coffins.
Each one is human-shaped, less than half a meter long, and they are swaying here and there.
It's very scattered.
There are different male and female figures engraved on it.
Although the expressions are vivid, the faces are very hateful.
The fat man was upset and kicked over a small stone coffin.
The stone coffin had been pried open long ago and then closed again.
The lid was not tightly closed.
When the fat man kicked him, the stone coffin fell over and the contents rolled over.
On the ground, it turned out to be a dead yellow man, and the fat man couldn't help but scolded him for being unlucky.
I found that this stone platform was carved with many scenes of masked women performing divination and witchcraft.
Many people worshiped devoutly.
I reminded the fat man not to move around.
This place may be where the corpse of the masked witch was placed, but maybe it is It's not quite appropriate to call it a corpse.
The woman's hollowed-out body should be a tool used by magicians to deceive people's hearts with yellow leather.
The feeling of panic and uneasiness I felt when I saw the witch's corpse in the secret room for the first time seemed to appear again now, perhaps not far from the old sheepskin and the copper box.
While I was talking to the fat man, Ding Sitian turned to the opposite side of the stone platform and suddenly let out a soft cry.
I quickly went over and took a look, and saw Lao Yangpi passed out behind the stone platform holding the copper box.
The flat rectangular stone platform was like a cover.
He had pushed open a gap, revealing a cave underneath.
Inside were huge bricks with black dragon-shaped marks on them.
The dragon's body was completely simple.
If it weren't for its claws, it would look very simple.
It can easily be mistaken for a loach.
I saw something different, so I took a closer look.
The dragon-shaped marks on the bricks were almost identical in shape.
The most puzzling thing was that none of these dragons had eyes.
As the saying goes, "a dragon must be the finishing touch", wouldn't a dragon without eyes become a blind dragon?
There are also layers of turtle bones in this cave, which seems to be a "golden well" in the Yin Cave of Feng Shui, used to condense the vitality in the earth's veins.
I don’t know the meaning of the dragon painting.
I guess the dragons on the wall have no eyes.
Is it done by Japanese Japanese devils?
However, looking at the marks, it doesn’t look like it.
There is no sign that they were artificially scraped off.
I finally breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that the strange copper box had not been opened.
The three of them went over to help Lao Yangpi up.
They rubbed their chests and backs, and called out again and again, and finally woke up Lao Yangpi.
It turned out that he had pushed away the box.
When the stone slab was laid, it was The gloomy energy accumulated below collided with him, and he fainted to the ground.
Fortunately, it was a golden well in an ancient tomb.
Although the gas inside had been accumulated for many years, it was the vitality of a geomantic treasure land.
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Otherwise, if it was washed away by corpse energy, the three souls would at least be removed.
Two souls.
Lao Yangpi calmed down and still didn't understand how the three of us found him.
Although I had many things to ask him, I saw that the wind in the cave came and went, and when there was no wind, the hazy houses took on shapes again, and the ghost atmosphere increased sharply when the shadows were dim.
It seemed that this place was not suitable for staying for a long time.
This was not the place to talk, so I wanted to take everyone and leave quickly.
But Lao Yangpi's eyes were distracted, staring at the copper box on the ground: "Put that copper box into the gold well quickly."
He repeated this sentence over and over again, turning it over and over, just saying this to us
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