President's Legendary Master

Immediately, there was a white shadow on the bluestone door panel, which disappeared in a flash.

The corner of the little Heavenly Master's mouth turned up slightly: "It turned out to be a female ghost in white clothes."

"Female ghost?" Dugu Haoyan wanted to shoot: "Let's kill it."

"Don't!" The little celestial master hurriedly stopped: "Ghosts and female ghosts are two different things."

"Ghosts are meant by some religious or superstitious people to believe that people's souls after death. The ancients believed that "ghosts return", and people die as ghosts, which means that people return to their original place." The little celestial master narrowed his eyes: "true The explanation is that the stagnant qi of the pure yin base affects people, and harms thieves, and it hurts. Ghosts are things that hurt people."

"The ghost is a kind of soul that is sublimated and immortal. Unless its obsession can be untied, otherwise, this kind of thing will control some corpses to fly up, and the bones will be surrounded by evil spirits, causing resentment over time. It is one of the resentful spirits." The little celestial master said: "And it has not dissipated after 3000 years, which shows how big this resentment is."

"You want to supersede them?" This is the possibility that Dugu Haoyan can think of.

"Transcendence is the business of the monks, it has nothing to do with us Taoists, we are only responsible for making people ascend to heaven." The little celestial master spread his hands: "Besides, at that time in the Zhou Dynasty, there was no such thing as monks and Taoists."

"Oh, yes!" Dugu Haoyan suddenly realized: "At that time, it seemed to be Wubu or something?"

"Forget it, let's talk by ourselves when we go back." The little celestial master laughed: "Now, we are going to open this door."

He said it lightly, and indeed it was very lightly. When he pushed the bluestone door, the door really opened.

A gust of black gas gushed out. Fortunately, everyone was prepared. The ventilation design here is very powerful, and the air circulates quite quickly.

The blackness quickly disappeared.

But at the same time, a little bit of gray gas floated out. Although it was quickly decomposed by the fresh air, everyone still hesitated.

Until the gray gas inside also disappeared completely.

The little Tianshi sneered: "It's not that easy to run out."

Only then did everyone realize that the little celestial master actually blocked a red rope on the threshold of the door.

"When did you stop it?" Professor Wang Yishui, with his gray head, slipped in between the little Tianshi and Dugu Haoyan, and the old man's two students supported him behind him.

"We set up such a hurdle from the very beginning, otherwise we will all be unlucky if the things inside rush out." The little heavenly master said: "This is a rope tied with incense, dyed with cockscomb blood, and it is very yang. Heavy, the incense tied by the incense rope is all for worshiping the gods, and it is very powerful! If you add ninety-nine and 81 million coins, this is the Qiankun buckle, which can stop anything."

"Then there are no copper coins here?" Fang Xinhan also stretched his head over: "Only the rope."

"During the Zhou Dynasty, the currency in the Western Zhou Dynasty was natural seashells. Although those things were everywhere on the beach, they were still important currencies and metal currencies were widely used. At that time, bronze shell coins had already appeared." Xiaotian The teacher said: "But it is definitely after Kang Wang, so it is useless to use currency!"

"Oh." Someone has already brought a floor-standing cold light over.

"Just use the red rope. This is twelve strands of incense rope tangled together, unless the other party is a god." The little celestial master was very proud: "This thing is best used to block the way."

"Oh!" Someone behind picked up the lamp stand of the cold light: "Can I go in?"

"The two of us go in first, you stay outside the rope." The little celestial master stopped them at the door: "Just watch."

Even so, cold light lamps were placed in a row, illuminating most of the interior.

Inside is a large square, surrounded by rows of stone pillars, and among the pillars, there are sarcophagi one by one.

There are twelve in total.

In front of each sarcophagus is a small rectangular table carved in stone, on which are placed three bronze plates, a bronze square jug, and a bronze wine bottle.

The twelve coffins were placed on the platform in the middle, and on the top of the platform was an empty seat.

A larger rectangular stone table, on which pairs are placed.

On the table below, there were three bronze plates, and now there are as many as six.

On the table below is a bronze square jug, and there are two above it, and they are more delicate and beautiful.

In the middle position, a bronze gui was placed.

"Good thing, good thing!" Looking at the huge bronze gui, Professor Wang Yishui was about to drool.

But he dared not go in.

Because on the steps under the main seat, there were two white figures, with long black hair glowing with a blue light, from the head to the ground, the length was scary.

The two stood there motionless, like maids serving the banquet.

But there is no one here!

Professor Wang Yishui and the others clenched their teeth and retreated outside, not daring to cross the red line.

The little celestial master entered the door with a sword in his hand. As soon as he entered the door, he stepped on Yu steps, trembling, and said: "The sky is a high mountain, and the king barren it. He made it, and Wen Wang Kangzhi. He made it, and Qi has barbarians." All right, children and grandchildren will protect it."

The little celestial master walked in, and the ghosts of the two women in white trembled. The closer they got, the more frightened they looked, and they all trembled like sifting chaff. When he was about to step on the platform at the end, the ghosts of the two women in white moved.

They floated onto the stage, and began to dance opposite each other behind a huge gui. The dance at this time was not very fancy, but with the sleeves fluttering, a woman's singing came from a distance: "Shimai Qibang, The son of Haotian? In fact, there is a Zhou in the right order. The thin words shake it, and there is no shock. Bow bow and arrow. I seek Yide, and let it be in Shixia. Allow the king to protect it."

It was melodious, like mourning, and like offering sacrifices, and the woman's singing voice was obviously not a woman's voice. There seemed to be many women's voices, but there was obviously no one.

All the people here are men, where do the women come from?

Are those two women on the opposite side?

Ghost?

Dugu Haoyan was always ready to shoot. This kind of singing might make the bookworms at the door feel a little melancholy, but he was not affected at all.

"Ah!" The little celestial master sighed lightly, and tapped the money sword lightly with his hand. With a "clang", the money sword made a melodious metallic sound.

It's like a soundtrack, and it's like mourning.

"Woooo." The two white-clothed female ghosts flicked their sleeves, bowed to the little celestial master, and never got up again.

Like the melting of ice and snow, it slowly melted and turned into a pile of pale powdery things, even the hair was broken into fly ash.

"what's going on?"

Everyone was terrified. How do you say that "melting" means "melting"?

"Sigh..." The exclamation of the little celestial master was also very ancient.

Dugu Haoyan turned his head and looked at him: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, let people come in." The little celestial master greeted them: "Come in."

"Oh!" Everyone rushed in in one breath, and the first time it was the lighting, it filled the place with brilliance.

But the little celestial master took the money sword and knocked on the stone coffins one by one.

"Is this little celestial master worshiping?" Chen Changgeng and the others were a little curious.

But they have never seen this kind of worship method.

"You are experts in this area. You must know how troublesome it is to worship the emperor of Zhou." The little heavenly master said, "We are just excavating ancient tombs, and we don't really want to worship, so don't blindly make wishes."

"Then what are you?" Everyone didn't understand.

"Don't ask any more questions, since they have been sent to die, there is nothing left here, so what should you do?" The little celestial master sighed: "The outside is a stone coffin, and the inside is a wooden coffin. gone."

They opened a sarcophagus, and sure enough, it was a pitch-black wooden coffin, with patterns painted in red paint, which were quite charming.

There is a big gap between the sarcophagus and the wooden coffin, and there are all funerary objects inside.

"These should all be women, and they are indeed concubines. You can see that the things here are either bronze mirrors or jewelry made of jade, as well as the jade hairpins and jade strings, which were all popular at that time." Professor Wang Yishui commented on these ancient The concubine's funeral objects are not very interesting, but such funeral objects are also rare, so he took the opportunity to teach the following students: "Like this kind of crested hairpin, non-royal women cannot wear it."

The little celestial master didn't intend to join them. Instead, he went out and brought down a sheep's head from the top. It looked like it was freshly slaughtered. It was supported by a big disc and placed on the huge gui in the middle of the table.

I stood with my head bowed and hands tied, and I recited the Taoist "Mantra of Rebirth" three times.

After he finished reading, Dugu Haoyan remembered to ask him: "What are those two things?"

It is said to be a ghost, but it does not attack people, it is said to be a ghost, but it seems to have an entity, which is weird.

Dugu Haoyan looked around and found no danger, so he returned to the little celestial master in peace: "Things that can still melt."

"These two are ghosts of women in white clothes, but they are not the ghosts of a single person. They are the ghosts born of the resentment of these buried concubines. It has been 3000 years. They just want to reincarnate instead of staying here and waiting in the dark, king There are many women, they are just one of them, and those who can be buried are the ones that the king liked, but it is not certain whether they like the king or not." The little celestial master said: "I will pay homage to their death."

It's strange to say that the little celestial master's operation made the gloomy side tomb room become clearer, and the air is no longer cloudy. The sheep's head is placed there, but it fills the place with a strange vitality .

That night they ate haggis soup, braised lamb chops, and steamed dumplings stuffed with lamb.

The cold side dishes were very appetizing, and the little Tianshi ate very deliciously, but Dugu Haoyan didn't let him eat more: "It's cold, eat less, I guess there will be mutton noodle soup for supper in the evening."

"Oh, it's actually quite delicious." The little celestial master sighed: "Today, I saw those concubines who were buried with me in a bad mood. Eat something delicious to comfort myself."

"You, you are just worrying blindly. Since those women enjoyed the glory and wealth with Zhou Tianzi before his death, they have to pay the price." Dugu Haoyan didn't feel much about those women, let alone dead, he saw them alive. Quite a few, in today's society, it is popular to laugh at the poor but not at the prostitutes.

"I'm just a little unhappy." The little celestial master bowed his head to eat.

"Forget it, I have to go to another side tomb tomorrow." Dugu Haoyan thought for a while: "If the one here is a concubine, then the other side is the minister who was buried with him, right?"

"No, for the minister to be buried with him, a separate tomb should be made, and at that time, it seemed that there was no minister to be buried with him." The little celestial master thought for a while: "As for what it is, I don't really know, it depends on the situation, and more preparations. "

"What do you need to prepare?" Dugu Haoyan asked him, "I'll prepare right away."

"I see a cow bone in the back? Beef ribs." The little celestial master asked him, "Do you know?"

"I know, there is still a bull's head, the horn is very big." Dugu Haoyan said: "Do you want to use it?"

"Well, saw off the ox horns, goat horns, and my four black donkey hooves. I'll go find some chicken feathers, and I want the longest three from the rooster's tail." The little heavenly master said: "I'm always I think it might not be so easy to clean up the other side tomb."

A concubine is a woman, and a woman had no status in ancient times, even a concubine. To put it bluntly, no matter how beautiful she is, she is also a concubine, not a queen. I have heard of concubines being buried, but I have never heard of queens being buried, because the queen is To be buried with the king, but it seems that at that time, there was no custom of being buried together.