Zhang Xiaowei'er touched a furry old cat.
When he heard the cat's meowing, it was pitiful and sad, like a ghost calling for death.
He couldn't help but secretly cursed: "Stones sprout and roosters lay eggs.
Maybe if you didn't practice it in the previous life, why do all the weird things in the world happen?"
The Third Master bumped into me.
Your dead cat’s ancestors will never be wronged.
"Come back to haunt me if your soul is still alive."
Although he kept cursing in his heart, he was actually extremely frightened.
The three souls rolled leisurely on the ground, and the seven souls were flying all over the sky.
He wished that the wind would blow under his feet and run away quickly, but he was frightened and frightened, plus the five internal organs in his belly.
The temple has not enjoyed worship for a long time.
Although I want to escape, I am only helpless.
When he was in a trance, Mr.
Zhang felt a big tabby cat crawling on top of his head.
He thought the cat was a ghost, and he dared not touch it at all.
He let the tabby cat jump up between his head and shoulders.
I jumped down and walked back and forth a few times.
Zhang Xiaowei'er secretly cursed the dead cat for bullying others too much, but he couldn't get angry.
At this moment, a man suddenly stood up in the corner of the tomb.
The four corners of the golden coffin tomb where the imperial concubine died were dark and dark.
Zhang Xiaobian never thought that there would be someone hiding there.
Moreover, this person must have come in before he and the two tomb robbers.
God knows.
The man was either a human or a ghost.
He was so surprised and horrified that he didn't know what to think about it.
He could only sit there and watch what the man wanted to do.
He was in this situation, and whether he lived or died, he had no choice but to leave it to fate.
I saw that the man was thin and stooped.
He looked like an old man.
He was wearing a shabby gray cloth robe with a black cloth covering his face.
It was impossible to tell how old he was.
With two shining eyes exposed, he didn't look like a living person.
Zhang Xiaowei'er looked at this person's appearance and felt bad.
No wonder the imperial concubine didn't have a coffin, and her body was lying upright on the bed.
It turned out that the coffin board had been refined and turned into a skinny old man.
Those who come are not good, and those who are good will not come.
If you come out at this time, you may take the life of the third master.
But the lean old man who walked out from the corner ignored Zhang Xiaowei'er.
He walked straight to the tomb bed and saluted the corpse.
Then he added some oil to the lamp on the wall and put the lamp in the tomb into the room.
The situation became brighter, and then he groped around the bodies of the two unlucky tomb robbers and found a bag of dry food.
The old man held up the dry food, then walked tremblingly to Zhang Xiaobian'er, threw the dry food noodles in front of him, and then stared at Zhang Xiaobian'er carefully without saying a word.
His gleaming eyes seemed to be able to see through a person's bone marrow and blood.
The sight made Zhang Xiaopian's skin tremble and his whole body felt uncomfortable.
With a cat on his head, Zhang Xiaobian looked at the old man opposite and then at the dry food thrown on the ground, feeling hungry.
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He was a poor man with short ambitions.
The old coffin man put the dry food here, most likely for Mr.
Zhang to eat.
How could he not bow his head under the low eaves?
He quickly reached out to grab the noodles and stuffed them into his mouth randomly.
The pancake was so dry that it cracked, but Zhang Xiaopian'er knew that living people could not drink the spring water in the ancient tomb casually, so he rolled his eyes and swallowed it hard.
While he was gobbling up the food, he was motivating himself by saying, "Don't fight with your life."
It seems that the Third Master is going to be in dire straits for a while longer.
As the saying goes, "Don't bully a young man into poverty."
If this person is young, his future will be long.
Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, it might be his turn one day.
Time will come for Mr.
Zhang, and when the time comes, he will eat large portions of meat every day Zhang Xiaowei didn't care about the old man staring at him, just filling his stomach, but suddenly thought: "Oh no, the old coffin needs to eat people and drink blood when it becomes a spirit.
Could it be that it saw that I was thin and weak, so it wanted to feed me first?"
I have to eat it when I'm fat."
Thinking of this, he looked stunned and looked at the old man with his face covered in front of him, holding several large pieces of dry flour cake in his mouth, and he didn't dare to chew any more.
The old man suddenly said to Zhang Xiaowei'er: "Don't panic, young man.
Do you know who I am?"
His voice was like sawing wood, and it was indescribably weird.
When Zhang Xiaopian'er saw the coffin man talking, he thought that if he could establish friendship, the matter would probably turn around.
He has been wandering around for many years, witnessing the current situation of the world, and he knows some of the principles of the harsh world.
He also understands the tricks of flattery.
He speaks human words when meeting people, and lies when he meets ghosts.
In addition, he is easy to use with words and has a good tongue. , when the old man asked, he quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and replied: "Little man Zhang San, although I don't know who the old man is, but the sense of loyalty can be seen in his eyebrows, I guess he must be a hero in the world today."
When the old man heard this, he already understood that Zhang Xiaobian'er didn't know his origin.
He immediately nodded and led Zhang Xiaobian'er to a tomb wall.
He wiped off the dust on the wall with his sleeves, revealing a large area of ancient colorful murals.
There are countless cats in the painting.
Tabby cats, white cats, and black cats are either sleeping soundly, playing, or catching birds.
The cats are of various types and poses.
Although they have different expressions, they are all lifelike.
It turns out to be a lifelike painting.
Picture of a hundred cats.
Zhang Xiaowei'er secretly stuck out his tongue.
He dared to love the imperial concubine.
She had raised many cats in the palace, and she wanted to paint them in the tomb to accompany her after her death.
But she didn't know what the old man's intention was, letting the third master watch the pictures of these cats. do what Just as he was doubting, he heard the old man whisper behind him: "Find a way to count how many cats there are in the painting.
If you count one wrong, you will stay in the golden coffin tomb like me for the rest of your life." , never want to see the light of day again.”
Zhang Xiaobian'er was shocked when he heard this.
He had always known that the underworld was not a lie.
What's more, he had personally experienced the haunting in the tomb just now, and he couldn't help but not believe it now.
Could it be that this old man was also trapped by the resentful spirits in the tomb and couldn't escape?
The old man was as calm as a wood carving, with only two dull eyes exposed on his covered face.
Seeing Zhang Xiaopian'er stunned and stunned, he had no choice but to say something to him to let him know.
Among them are root seedlings.
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It turns out that the imperial concubine in the golden coffin tomb was fond of keeping cats during her lifetime.
She often kept over a hundred fine cats and gave them exquisite little beds, brocade curtains and many other playthings.
Relying on the emperor's favor for her, she seemed to use the heavily guarded palace as a cat garden.
However, the cats she raised were all rare, and they often showed supernatural powers.
As a result, the Queen Mother was frightened, and she was forced to hang herself by a silver bell.
The imperial concubine died with hatred and was buried in a golden coffin tomb.
The Queen Mother was so cruel that she hanged all the hundreds of cats she raised, good and bad, and buried them under the golden well in the tomb.
A clear spring in the golden well was filled with the resentment of the dead cats.
Anyone who drinks from this spring by mistake will surely see a fierce ghost.
Zhang Xiaobian'er was lucky just now.
The cannon fired by the tomb robbers knocked him unconscious for a moment.
Otherwise, he would have gone to Senluo Hall to register his name.
Zhang Xiaowei'er almost burst into tears when he heard this, and choked with sobs he said to the old man: "I wonder how the villain Zhang San was so desperate that he was chased by evil dogs and accidentally entered this place, and yet he didn't even damage the imperial concubine's corpse at all.
He drank a few sips of spring water like a ghost, which caused many troubles to him.
I think this old senior also suffered from the same thing.
"How many cats are painted on the wall?
I am young and ill-informed, and I am afraid that I have no hope of asking my seniors by their surnames.
How could they know so much about the story in the golden coffin tomb in the fairyland?"
He looked forward to following him.
The old man sympathized with him, and if he couldn't get out and had to live in an ancient tomb, he hoped that the old man could take care of him, so he quickly got close to her.
But he still had doubts in his heart, and he couldn't help but probe the other party's tone at the end.
The old man seemed a little impatient.
He snorted coldly and said, "I have traveled all over the world and made my home everywhere.
I can't even remember my own name for how long I have lived.
Nowadays, everyone who knows me in the world calls me Lin."
I've been waiting in this golden coffin tomb for many years.
Day and night, I guard the mausoleum for the imperial concubine without distinction of right and wrong, just waiting for a man with great fortune and destiny who can count hundreds of cats' ecstasy pictures."
When he said this, the old man laughed dryly like sawing wood.
Staring at Zhang Xiaobian'er with evil intentions, "Hey, I wonder if this person could be you Zhang San."
Zhang Xiaowei'er was shocked.
Seeing the dim light in the tomb and the ghostly atmosphere, he felt more and more that the old man with his face covered was not a living person.
What's more, even he himself claimed to be some kind of "old ghost in the forest", so he was afraid that he would be called "the old ghost in the tomb".
"Old ghost" is more appropriate.
This old ghost was neither a tomb robber, nor did he stumble into this place by "opening the door of right and wrong" like himself.
Hearing what he meant, he had been waiting in the tomb for who knows how many years.
He knew what he had planned.
When you think about it deeply, you can't help but feel scared to the very roots of your hair.
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaobian'er wanted to escape and said: "It turns out that the old gentleman is waiting for someone.
I still have important things to attend to, and there is an eighty-year-old woman at home who is waiting for medicine, but I can't forgive you."
I'll keep you company" he said There was wind at his feet and he turned around to run away.
Suddenly he felt his clothes tightened on his back and he was grabbed by the old man who called himself the old ghost in the forest.
He was carried like a chicken to the tomb wall: "If you can't count before dawn, you can't count." , Don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
Zhang Xiaobian'er was pinched so much that it hurt to the bone.
At this time, the calls to heaven and earth were not responding, and the calls to earth and earth were not working.
He had no choice but to be at the mercy of others and was forced to go to hundreds of cat ecstasy pictures.
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At first, I just took a quick glance at it.
Now I calmed down and made a closer look.
I saw that the cats on the tomb wall were evenly distributed, and there seemed to be something famous among them.
In the past, most of the cats Zhang Xiaowei'er saw were not very attractive.
At that time, raising cats for fun was a pastime for the princes and nobles in Beijing.
A pure white lion cat or a Persian cat without any miscellaneous hair would often command a very high price in the capital city; , they are mostly dirty thief cats and wild cats.
Even if there are occasional domestic cats, their fur is gray and their appearance is not good.
On the other hand, looking at the pictures of hundreds of cats in the golden coffin tomb, the upper part is full of the best cats, with rounded faces and sharp teeth, plump and calm bodies.
The black ones are like dark clouds covering snow, the white ones are like jade bottles with silver hooks, and the ones with tiger stripes are like balls.
Roll the hydrangea.
The cat painted in the middle is slightly inferior.
The closer to the wall, the worse the cat on the mural is.
At the bottom are four identical lean kittens, but their eyes are bright and energetic.
These four kittens seemed to be born in one litter.
Zhang Xiaobian'er remembered seeing a wild cat in Jincoffin Village who gave birth to four cats in one litter.
An old man in the village who knew cats said after seeing it that cats have fewer babies per litter.
Being noble, the first is noble, the second is stupid, and the third is cheap.
The four cats born in one litter are called "carrying sedan chairs".
They are worthless and will not live long.
They will definitely die young.
When Zhang Xiaowei'er saw this, he thought to himself: "I must be the emperor who was sad that his beautiful concubine died tragically, so he hired a skilled craftsman to paint all her cats in a golden coffin to keep them company.
From the picture, The noble concubine did not distinguish between high and low when she was alive, and she kept all kinds of cats, but now the third master His little life is worse than that of four kittens carrying a sedan chair.
If you are careless, you will be taken away by that old ghost.
If you cat ancestors and cat fairies are alive in heaven, you must protect the third master from making mistakes in the future.
If you are still alive, I will pay for the monks and masters to perform rituals to save you and ascend to heaven as soon as possible."
While praying secretly, he counted the cats painted on the mural in detail.
He counted them six or seven times.
The more he counted, the more dizzy he became.
It seemed that the cats in the painting were all alive.
They seemed to be motionless, but in fact they were not moving.
Hiding in Tibet, unable to keep an eye on the painting, the painting began to change.
Every time I counted, the number was different.
I kept counting and found that there were about a hundred or so cats in the painting, but it was not clear how many there were.
Too many to count.
Zhang Xiaowei'er became more and more panicked.
He was still thinking about counting, but he heard a strange noise in the tomb behind him.
He hurriedly looked back and saw that although the body of the dead concubine had not moved, the nails on her hands suddenly grew long and stiff.
Knuckles are "rattling" The old man who had been standing behind Zhang Xiaobian'er and staring at him also heard the noise, glanced at Feng Zhi coldly, and said to himself: "Those two stupid thieves have the means to dig graves, but they don't know about zombies.
Can't you take the thing that is holding your mouth?
You took it out and tried to rape the corpse.
You are really seeking death."
Then he raised his hand and grabbed Zhang Xiaobian'er's shoulder, forcing him to ask: "It's not a good time tonight.
Don't disturb the rightful owner.
Tell the tomb immediately."
How many cats are there on the wall?”
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There is a saying: "A few words can cause disaster, but don't speak out without thinking twice."
On the line between life and death, who dares to speak nonsense.
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