Daomu Biji

Chapter 1 The third uncle wakes up

About a month after the expedition to Yunding Tiangong ended, I stayed in Jilin to take care of my third uncle. This time I was cautious. I was afraid that he would wake up and leave without saying goodbye, so I simply stayed in the hospital and lived there. Beside his hospital bed.

What happened later proved that I was very wise, but at the time, no one else thought so.

After his condition stabilized, he still showed no signs of waking up. His breathing was steady and his face was rosy, but he had no thinking reaction. The doctor said this was normal. His wound was very seriously infected. I don’t know if the central nervous system was damaged when he had a fever. Whether he could wake up depends on luck.

I had no choice but to wait. During this period, people at home came to see me several times, but I refused to go out to eat because I was afraid that my third uncle would disappear again when I came back as soon as I walked out of the hospital. My mother also said I was stupid, but I insisted on my ideas. So I’m not going to lie to you, for more than a month before my third uncle woke up, I almost never left him more than ten meters away.

During the long wait, I also did a lot of things. I have almost sorted out all the clues in Yunding Tiangong. After several consultants from Aning Company returned to China, they also successively sent the information they had to It included a dozen metaphorical murals taken by Aning in the main coffin room of the back hall of the undersea tomb, all the translations of Bronze Fish, etc.

To sum up all this, I have fully understood that part of the mystery about Wang Zanghai, and my mood has gradually become lighter. Wang Zanghai can be said to be a genius beyond his time. Now he can rest in peace, because he has carefully planned and passed down the secrets. , someone has already received it, although even in my time, I still can't explain what he saw at that time, but now that the secret has been passed down. There will always be a day when it will be solved.

The other thing I can't let go of is the purpose of Menyouping and Sanshu. According to my guess, those people who entered the undersea tomb twenty years ago seemed to be looking for the giant door under Yunding Tiangong. Everyone wanted to go in, but I saw with my own eyes that Menyou Ping went in in a shocking way. Among the corpses of Li Sidi and others in the treasure room, the two missing ones (I don’t know who they are) may have gone in.

Why do they want to go in? Or what to do in there?

All the mysteries focus on what happened in the undersea tomb twenty years ago. Wang Zanghai should have left something or information in his own tomb. This thing or information allowed them to All of them are the reasons and key to the idea of ​​going to Genting Temple. Unfortunately, I have to wait for my third uncle to wake up. to get an answer.

In addition, I also helped the fat man auction off six pieces of gold that he brought out. This time, he made the biggest profit. The value of these pieces of gold is very high, including a Western style high-leg inlaid with agate. Gold cup. I fetched 400,000 US dollars, but the fat man was still very loyal and gave me some money as a commission, saying it would be used to pay for the lama’s equipment next time. I swore a poisonous oath to him. There will never be a next time.

As time passed day by day, I felt vaguely bored. During the long wait, my patience gradually ran out. In the first few months, there were still a lot of things that I needed to deal with, but after that, I looked at my third uncle. The black and white photo on the computer passed by. I often think about it. That guy who suffered a thousand blows, what is he doing now?

Just when I thought there was no end in sight and that life like this would continue for several more months,

Suddenly, my third uncle's attending doctor came to me and said he had something important to discuss with me.

I thought the third uncle's condition had changed, so I went to his office with him, but I didn't expect to get there. But I saw a waiter from Sanshu's shop there. When asked what he wanted from me, he hesitated. Unable to speak.

I suddenly felt something bad, so I hurriedly ran back to the ward and gritted my teeth. My third uncle was no longer there.

Just when I was upset and wanted to beat up the doctor, I saw my third uncle being carried and escorted back to the ward in dejection. The person carrying him was none other than my family. Second uncle.

Since ancient times, the third child has always been afraid of the second child, and the second child is always the most ruthless in the family, because the eldest brother needs to be detached and a head above his brothers, and the one who actually does things is the second child. The third uncle doesn’t give face to anyone in the family, but when my second uncle stares at him, he has to tremble. Fortunately, the second uncle’s ambition is not that every brother will be successful, otherwise the third uncle might not be willing to stay in Hangzhou.

I remained calm and did not expose Third Uncle. We chatted for a while. I took the opportunity to give him an outline of what happened after he fell into coma and all my inferences, but he did not express his opinion. Just when I heard the stuffy oil bottle went in, my face changed slightly.

Later, the second uncle went back. Before leaving, he asked me to keep an eye on this old naughty boy. As soon as the second uncle left, I immediately got angry and asked him when he woke up and how long he had been pretending to be unconscious.

The third uncle was very embarrassed, but after I saw it through, he had nothing to do. He just said that he had just woken up and was going to go out for a WC. I won’t argue with him because it might be true. I don’t believe it. I can pretend to be unconscious for a month, how can I bear it? If I ask him about other things, he will just throw it away and just won't say anything. What he said has nothing to do with me.

When I got impatient, I started scolding me. I said, you old guy, do you know how much I suffered for your sake? There are also people like Dakui and Pan Zi who have followed you through life and death. Shouldn't you respect it? For them, at least let them know why they risked their lives for you.

This was very serious, and I was really a little angry, especially when I thought of the scene when Pan Zi sucked the pus from this old man, I was really speechless.

The third uncle then fell silent, smiled bitterly several times, sighed, shook his head and said: This matter has nothing to do with you. It might make you more distressed if you know it. I don't say it, but it's actually for your own good, so why bother.

I shook my head and said that even the troubles were caused by me. I must know the truth about the whole thing, otherwise I will never give up.

I said it very firmly, and it was based on what the third uncle said, just to let him know that he would never be able to escape this time, and to let him not have any delusions.

This is also one of the results of my study in the past few days. I have considered this situation, so I read a lot of psychology articles to see how to make people give up the defense of keeping secrets.

The third uncle thought for a while and sighed again. He seemed to have finally made up his mind. He rubbed his eyes and said, Oh, I can't believe that people say that children are creditors in previous lives. I thought nothing would happen if I didn't give birth. I didn’t expect to get hooked up with you, it seems you are going to find out today no matter what?”

I said angrily: You still have the nerve to say that you don't know who will pay off the debt to whom. Did you almost get buried alive at the bottom of the sea? Did you almost get eaten by a monkey? Did you...

The third uncle made a surrender gesture and said: Okay, okay, since you want to know so much, I will make an exception and tell you this time, but you must make an oath. After listening, you are not allowed to tell anyone.

I swore that I was just living for food, how could I take it seriously? I immediately made a vicious oath that the whole family would die.

The third uncle was surprised at the viciousness of my oath. He shook his head and laughed half way through, and said: I'm going to say something ugly before, but not everyone can believe it. After I say it, there's nothing you can do if you don't believe it.

I coughed anxiously and said, If there's anything I can't believe now, just tell me.

The third uncle let out a long sigh and took out half a cigarette from his pocket after a long while. He didn't know when it was. He looked outside the door and saw that there was no nurse. He lit it up and took a puff in distress, and then said: That was a long time ago. After all, the whole thing started from what your grandfather wrote in his notebook that night fifty years ago. If you want to know everything that happened, then I will start with this. Let’s start talking about it.”

After the third uncle finally woke up, I couldn't wait to ask him about the whole incident, but I didn't expect that the third uncle's narrative would start from fifty years ago.

I didn’t bring grandpa’s notebook with me this time, but I remember the contents very clearly. What happened that night fifty years ago was strange and unusual, but grandpa didn’t write it down in the end. What happened after he fell into coma. , none of us knew anything. Now that I recall the words inside, I still feel an inexplicable feeling in my heart.

But when the third uncle said this, I suddenly didn’t believe him, because my grandfather was very secretive about this matter. Before his death, no matter how we juniors asked, he never said that the third uncle had not had a good relationship with my grandfather since he was a child. , I believe grandpa will not tell him.

So as soon as he said it, I said: Don't fucking fool me. Fifty years ago, my grandpa was naked, and he was so tight-lipped. How could you know everything? Don't just tell some stories to deceive me. Me, I will never be fooled.

The third uncle was displeased when he heard this and said: If I tell you, you are anxious, and if I tell you, you don't believe me, why can't I know? If you don't believe me, I won't tell you. I don't want to tell you yet.

As soon as I saw that he was following the trend, I was going to regret it, and immediately said: No, no, I believe it. I just sighed, please continue talking.

The third uncle glared at me, thought for a moment, and then continued.

As I listened, I realized that I had indeed misunderstood him. But I really didn’t expect that things would develop like this.

The cause was the notebook, but the process was much more complicated.

Before I got the notes, they had been kept in the glove box in the attic of my hometown. It wasn’t until I became literate and accidentally saw it when I was looking through old things that it came into my hands. My father and third uncle both read this notebook when they were young.

When did Uncle San see the notes for the first time. He himself couldn’t remember clearly, he only remembered that he had been debuting for some time at that time. He has experienced a lot of experience, and has heard a lot of strange legends among his elders. He knows that among the Changsha natives, there is a saying that blood is in the soil and gold is in the corpse, so when he saw the notes, he thought that he still I didn't touch anything particularly useful, so I was immediately attracted to what was recorded in the notes.

Almost immediately. He came up with the idea of ​​​​taking a look at Huijiang Ziling. The ancient tomb cannot be moved. No matter how many years pass, I should still be here. In addition, in the early days of liberation, bandits were still rampant deep in the mountains and forests, so not many people would enter. He believed that there should be something left in the ancient tomb.

However, Biaoziling is just a local name for the place where my grandfather grew up. This kind of name can refer to a small dirt bag, or it can refer to an entire mountain or even an entire unknown area of ​​primitive jungle. (When I went to Qimeng Mountain in 1996, there was a place named Layue Dam. I always thought that Layue Dam was a dam and some surrounding areas. Later, when I asked, I found out that Layue Dam was A place called the inaccessible place behind December Mountain. Because no one has been to those places, it is simply summarized with one name.) Therefore, it is unrealistic to find the ancient tomb based on just a place name.

So, how can we determine the exact location of that place? The third uncle thought about it for a long time. He had no clue until the year before he went to Xisha, when he finally got a clue.

That year he went to his grandfather's hometown in Changsha, which was in a mountainous area. He walked on the mountain road for four days before reaching the remote rural area, where he asked the locals about the location of Biaoziling. Although he did not get direct information that time, he became very familiar with the customs and customs on that side.

After coming back, I studied the things recorded in the notes again, and the matter became clear. According to other contents in grandpa's notes, and the memory of the third uncle's eavesdropping on grandpa's speech when he was a child. Coupled with everything he learned there, he vaguely judged that the ancient tomb should be located near the Guizizhai in Mangshan Mountain.

Because in the notes, grandpa mentioned that when Grandpa and Grandpa were rushing in the python forest, they were both bitten by a kind of iron-headed snake. This kind of snake is often coiled under the bushes and is difficult to find. The harm was widespread at that time. Later, a snake hunting campaign was launched, but this snake was driven to the brink of extinction in one fell swoop. Of course, this is something.

Iron-headed snake is a kind of mountain snake that does not exist in the fields. Most of the ancient tombs in Changsha are in the green gauze tents in the wilderness. In ancient times, those who had the strength to go into the mountains to build large underground palace-like ancient tombs were not the royal nobles. , they are a group of dignitaries. These people are only a minority after all, and the crypts in the mountains must be strong and built in desperate situations. Ordinary thieves cannot get involved, and one or two people cannot carry too many things out. Due to considerations of economic benefits and risks, native masters rarely go into the mountains - otherwise they would be called mountain masters - and naturally they don't know this kind of snake.

At that time, the native masters were born with nature. After being bitten by a poisonous snake, they often just sucked out the venom, patted some tobacco leaves, and took a few mouthfuls of native medicine. There was no better way to deal with it. After handling it in this way, if after a few hours, the bitten enemy does not react to poisoning, it will be fine. On the contrary, generally speaking, there is no room for recovery and the only choice is to accept fate.

The snake that bit them both was a small snake, and the wound was not deep, so Grandpa and the others didn't pay much attention. After a brief treatment, they didn't feel anything particularly wrong, so they continued on their way without saying a word, and they didn't expect to go more than two miles. As soon as the ground went to the ground, grandpa suddenly fell down and then fell unconscious.

They stopped and took a closer look, and saw that grandpa's skin was blue and he was convulsing constantly. It was obviously caused by snake venom. Later, grandpa drove dozens of miles of mountain roads to find local mountain people, and then used herbal medicine to save grandpa. One life.

Grandpa and the others rested there for two days, and based on Grandpa's description of the waterfall at that time, it was certain that the place where they rested should be Guizizhai.

It was only on the fourth day after this incident that we arrived at the place called Biaoziling. That place is located in a plain in a valley, surrounded by mountains on all sides. There are python forests in the valley, and there are many thousand-year-old vines. Only the valley is the most beautiful. There was a piece of blood-red bare soil in the depression without any plants, and the ancient tomb was under the valley.

(The irony now is that the snake that bit my grandfather is already an endangered species, and the export value of an adult snake is more than one million, far exceeding the price of ordinary ghost artifacts.)

In this way, the hope of finding it is much greater. Although the primitive jungle of Mangshan was vast at that time, and the Guizizhai Waterfall is located in the center of the jungle, there are not many similar landforms inferred, and there are not many similar landforms. Not hard to find.

The third uncle packed up his gear and set off again. The third uncle was used to walking alone. Because he was too young, the old man was unwilling to go out with him, and there were no people of his age who could match his skills.

However, after he went through all kinds of hardships and passed through the jungle of Mangshan Mountain, which was almost uninhabited at that time, what came into view was a scene that he had never imagined in his dreams.