"Then what?"
Zhang Yicheng kept asking.
"Guess what the words on the pillar are?"
Zhang Guozhong said.
"Then it's just a waste of time.
Do you think I'm as stupid as the ancient people?"
"Hehe, you are worthy of being my son.
Let me tell you, the reason why there is a record of that thing in Maoshan Shu is because the Taoist priest Guangyang of Song Dynasty was one of the inventors of the death text.
During the Southern and Northern Dynasties, there were talented people in Sutu and Zhongge.
This formation was finally restored, but there is no record of where it was used.”
"One of the inventors said that someone else had a hand in inventing that thing," Zhang Yicheng asked.
"Well, it is said that the ancestors of all the pavilions invented the death inscription, but it only had pronunciation and no words.
It was all transmitted orally, which was very troublesome.
So later on, someone came to invent the writing for the death inscription.
Song Guangyang was just the earliest one."
"Oh, then this formation is called the Jingzhong Formation.
Is it to commemorate the great martyr Chen Ke?"
Zhang Yicheng was quite good with his words.
"Not entirely.
Do you know why the assassin fainted?"
Zhang Guozhong said.
"I said, Dad, can you please stop acting like the nursery school aunt?
If I want to know the principles, I will become the master of Maoshan, and you will have to go to school to memorize political topics.
Come on, tell me."
"Hey, I'll beat you to death."
Zhang Guozhong was really making his precious son angry.
"Let me tell you, in fact, when the assassin fainted and went crazy, he didn't really invite God, but This ghost belongs to none other than Taoist priest Song Guangyang.
When the person's formation takes effect, the person who casts the spell is actually dead.
The caster must use his soul to defend the things in the formation, so it is called the Jingzhong Formation and this formation recognizes people and objects.
For whom it is laid, it is You can only protect who you are, and no one else can take advantage of it."
"Oh, it's dead."
Zhang Yicheng looked surprised, "Why, what are you trying to do?"
"I asked you to read more books but you didn't read them.
Don't you know that there is an old saying in China that a scholar will die for his confidant?"
Zhang Guozhong said.
"We became close friends after kneeling for a while.
Why are these ancient people so easy to get rid of?"
Zhang Yicheng said with a fresh look on his face.
"The word "righteousness" has always been at the forefront of Chinese history.
Back then, the three brothers Liu, Guan, and Zhang kowtowed and became sworn brothers within a few minutes of meeting each other in the market.
They were all so moved that they cried.
You, please read more books when you have time to go out with me.
Don't make a fuss about everything."
Zhang Guozhong wanted to take this opportunity to give an example to teach his son to read and understand history, but he didn't expect that his frequent words would get him into trouble again.
"Why are they crying?
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By the way, Dad, tell me about the Three Kingdoms."
The vermilion Santana was speeding along the national highway, and inside it sat a collapsed father and an increasingly excited son.
After driving for two days, I finally arrived in Wuhan.
After meeting Shen Guantang, I just shook hands and before I could say anything, I was dragged to the hotel by "Secretary Shen".
At the dinner table, Zhang Guozhong quickly learned about Shen Guantang.
Why is my belly bigger than that of a pregnant woman?
The dishes for this big table cost over thirty even for less than ten people including the host and guests.
This is a dish.
I never enjoyed such treatment when I was recuperating at Uncle Qi’s house.
In the past, I only heard that Hubei food was delicious and I had never been to a big banquet.
But this time I experienced it, especially the food mentioned in Chairman Mao’s poems.
The Wuchang fish is not only delicious, but also the local Xingyinge brand beer.
According to Zhang Guozhong, it is "refreshing" in one word.
"This is the reporter Luo you are looking for," Shen Guantang introduced one by one.
"This is Xiao Wang, my secretary and driver.
This is Mr.
Wang from Dongrui Trading Company.
This is Mr.
Chang from Guangcheng Real Estate Company." , this is Liu Li──a friend of mine Friends, and Xiao Lu, this is the young boss of Tianlong Decoration City, ah, you are young and promising."
Facing this group of strange people at the dinner table, Zhang Guozhong turned pale and said to himself that he was just looking for a reporter, this Shen Guantang Did you find a bunch of people?
"This is Zhang."
Shen Guantang pointed at Zhang Guozhong and opened his mouth for a long time, apparently forgetting his name.
"My name is Zhang Guozhong.
I am."
Before Zhang Guozhong could introduce himself, Shen Guantang took over the conversation, "Zhang Guozhong, ah, a cousin of mine came to Hankou for some business this time.
The reception was not good, Guozhong." , you have to be more tolerant."
It is not difficult to tell from the tone of the chief who cares about the masses.
In conclusion, this Shen Guantang is 100% the kind of person who sits on the podium during a staff meeting and says, "Let me just say a few words."
He is a typical "familiar" person.
Even counting phone calls, he has said less than three sentences in total. , I called her by my nickname.
This is great.
When I come to Wuhan, I will have two more relatives.
But what makes Zhang Guozhong strange is why this reporter didn't ask himself why he was looking for him?
The group of people changing cups and cups was quite lively, and they completely thought that Zhang Guozhong was here for tourism.
"Comrade reporter, I'm here this time."
Zhang Guozhong was about to ask, but was immediately stopped by Shen Guantang, "Hey, Guozhong, today is Sunday.
Let's not talk about work.
Ah, let's not talk about work.
You represent the people of Tianjin and I represent Wuhan.
People, let me toast you first."
Zhang Guozhong was about to cry, thinking to himself: How can this person be so good at talking nonsense?
How come Liu Dongsheng knows such a thing?
Respect first, then respect later.
After three rounds of drinking, Zhang Guozhong got drunk even though it was beer.
After the meal, he was carried to a hotel in a daze.
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Zhang Guozhong fell asleep and waited for him to wake up.
It was already evening.
"I forgot about my business."
Zhang Guozhong was about to get up and wash up when the phone rang again.
As soon as he answered it, it was Shen Guantang calling again, "Guozhong, wake up.
I have booked a hotel and will pick you up.
You You must come” "Didn't I already take it at noon?"
Zhang Guozhong was still dizzy, thinking that he would be drinking again.
"Oh, lunch is beer.
How can beer catch the wind?
It's a work meal, a work meal."
"By the way, where's the reporter, Brother Shen?"
Zhang Guozhong also began to imitate Liu Dongsheng's tone and call him Brother Shen.
"Ah, he has gone home.
Do you have anything else to do with him?
Then call him up later."
At this point, Zhang Guozhong completely collapsed Zhang Guozhong's guess was absolutely correct.
The purpose of attending the banquet this time was still to drink, and it was the real 53-degree Moutai.
The most terrifying thing was that although the CEO of Shaodong and the real estate company was not present at noon, there was another one The so-called Secretary Wu, Mr.
Chen from a certain building materials group, Mr.
Liang from a certain securities institution, and Mr.
Lu from a certain engineering company were said to have weighed one and a half kilograms, and brought along two subordinates who were extremely drinkable.
Bang bang bang, more than a dozen bottles of Maotai were placed by the waiter on the short cabinet specially placed for tableware in the private room, like a stone forest.
"Ah, my cousin has something to do tomorrow, so please don't drink too much today and don't talk about me being a fan of old Shen Cai."
The more Zhang Guozhong listened, the more frightened he became, but what was more frightening was still behind him.
After finally finishing the bottle of Maotai assigned to him, the waiter started serving beer again, euphemistically calling it "gargle."
To be honest, Zhang Guozhong felt that what he drank was not wine at all, but his own tears.
After drinking, drinking, and a bottle of Maotai, Zhang Guozhong managed to cheer up and moved next to Luo Jinming.
Just when he was about to ask about business, he was stopped by Shen Guantang again.
The reason was the same as at noon.
He did not talk about work on Sundays and concentrated on drinking.
Zhang Guozhong was so angry that he almost fainted.
He thought to himself, what is the reason for inviting this fool?
There was no other way.
Zhang Guozhong could only ask Luo Jinming for a business card.
He thought that if he asked Luo Jinming again in the future, he would have to do so in private.
As long as Shen Guantang was present, it would be basically impossible to do business.
The next day, Zhang Guozhong called Luo Jinming as soon as he got up.
It had already been delayed for a day and could not be delayed any longer.
"Mr.
Luo, I saw on TV two days ago that you reported news about an ancient tomb."
In a small restaurant next to the TV station, Zhang Guozhong made an appointment with Luo Jinming.
"Just call me Xiao Luo."
Luo Jinming was quite easy-going.
"Brother Zhang, do you think so?"
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Luo Jinming gestured with his hands like a thief picking up a wallet.
"Hey, Ronaldinho, you misunderstood.
It's a long story, but I hope to stop those archaeological teams from digging any more.
It may be dangerous," Zhang Guozhong said, "What else do you know about the internal situation, Ronaldinho?
Can you Can’t reveal it” "It's embarrassing to say that," Luo Jinming said, "I asked my friends on the archaeological team, it's not an ancient tomb at all.
The one in Jiangbei that was transformed by the Kuomintang is real, but it's so completely changed that you can't tell it's fake.
How much?
There are also some clues.
Judging from the one in Jiangbei, that thing was the earliest, that is, it was built in the Republic of China, maybe later than the Republic of China."
"It's later than the Republic of China."
Zhang Guozhong frowned, "Is it after liberation?
How is this possible?"
"It must be something from before liberation, but with the construction technology, experts have locked the construction time within a hundred years.
Brother Zhang, to be honest, Hubei is such a palm-sized place, how can there be so much news like this?"
Even if the thing is new, to be honest, if it is reported as an ancient tomb, the mystery will be stronger.
If it is something from the Republic of China, first of all, the station will not pay attention to it, let alone the audience.
However, the archaeological team My friend also revealed that although it was built late, the materials used were all cultural relics.
What is certain now is that the stone pillars that have been unearthed must have a history of one or two thousand years at least.
But the bonding materials around the building and the engineering techniques are all modern technologies.
It is precisely because of this that the province sent people to dig up.
Brother Zhang, what danger are you talking about?"
"The danger is the pillar you mentioned."
Zhang Guozhong went through everything about the "Jingzhong Formation", which made Luo Jinming's eyes get weirder and weirder.
In the end, he just looked at Zhang Guozhong as if he was observing a psycho.
"Ronaldo, don't you believe what I said?"
Zhang Guozhong also found that what he said was indeed a bit confusing, and it was difficult for a layman to accept it.
"Brother Zhang, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just that it's hard for me to imagine what you said," Luo Jinming said rather tactfully.
"Have you ever seen a ghost?"
Zhang Guozhong suddenly asked.
"Uh, I haven't seen it and I don't want to see it."
Luo Jinming shook his head.
"If I let you see that there are indeed some things in the world that science cannot explain, would you believe me?"
Zhang Guozhong smiled slightly.
"Oh" Luo Jinming didn't catch a cold when talking about ghosts, but when it came to things that couldn't be explained by science, Luo Jinming got excited.
What kind of reporter is he looking for everywhere every day?
Why can't he find something like this?