After marrying into a wealthy family, my little Taoism became popular

"It looks like, it's human bones..."

The female graduate student didn't believe it, curled her lips, and said to the tall male graduate student: "Meng Chun, you read it wrong, our tomb is from the Song Dynasty."

"The burial of living people has been rare since the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. How could there be human bones?"

"Maybe it's the bones of cattle or sheep raised by the surrounding villagers."

The tall boy named Meng Chun said in a low voice: "Sister, you have already said it yourself, there are not many, and it's not that there are none."

Chen Fuhong frowned: "It really looks like a human humerus."

"You shouldn't be too old."

The female graduate student stopped talking now, and gritted her teeth angrily kicking away the stones on the ground.

Chen Fuhong took the tools in Meng Chun's hands and carefully swept away the loess covering the bones with a brush.

The loess was scattered, and the surface of the bone was covered with light and complex lines. The articular surfaces at both ends were pitch black with white spots in the center, and dead white with black spots in the center. It was very strange.

If the bones of the dead were used and refined into such...why would they be buried here?

If it is a living person, the pattern on the bone...

Just imagining it made everyone shudder.

Chen Fuhong looked carefully for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Don't move this wasteland. This bone is not very old, so it cannot be buried in a tomb. I will tell Teacher Wang to call the police first. There may be other bones nearby." Human bones."

Si Huai squinted his eyes and looked around, but found no other Yin Qi, at least there were no other bones in the field.

He turned his head and saw Xiaoqing standing beside him, staring straight at the severed bone on the ground.

Si Huai walked over and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

Xiaoqing nodded obediently, still staring at the bone.

Si Huai: "Brother will order takeaway for you, those bones are inedible."

Xiaoqing shook her head: "Don't eat it, it's human."

"Mr. Si, who are you talking to?" Meng Chun walked behind Si Huai and asked.

"I'm talking to myself."

Si Huai said something perfunctory, then turned to ask him, "Can I order takeaway here?"

"Sure, you can just fill in Yu Town Excavation Station as your address, which is the yard in front, and the entire yard is rented out..."

Meng Chun led Si Huai forward as he spoke.

The yard of the excavation station is very large, and there is a small pig shed outside the yard, where a lot of tools are kept. There are three bungalows in the yard, and the signs of workshop, rest room and utility room are posted on the door.

Passing by the workshop, Si Huai paused and took a few extra glances.

There are all kinds of bottles, jars, stones, etc. inside. The room is full of Yin Qi, and the smell of decay can be faintly smelled outside the house.

The smell was a bit familiar, and Si Huai couldn't remember where he had smelled it.

Seeing him staring at the workshop, Meng Chun explained: "It's full of things dug out in the past few days. It's not clear who the owner of this ancient tomb is, but I guess it must be a big boss."

"Everyone found so many in two or three days, more than I found in a month..."

Si Huai was stunned for a moment: "Is it full of things from the tomb?"

Meng Chun: "Yes, the smell is a bit unpleasant, you have to bear it."

"Not bad."

Si Huai sighed, and said quietly: "This is the smell of money."

Meng Chun: "..."

Xiaoqing glanced at the workshop and asked in a low voice, "Si Huai, are those things valuable?"

Si Huai turned his head and asked Meng Chun, "How much are those antiques worth?"

"Most of the workshops are incomplete, and they are not worth much. One is only tens of thousands of dollars. The valuable ones were sent to the museum yesterday."

Xiaoqing didn't understand the purchasing power of tens of thousands of dollars, so she looked at Si Huai blankly.

Si Huai said to him: "A takeaway is 20 yuan, and 3 yuan can buy [-] copies."

One thousand five hundred, that is four years.

Xiaoqing was stunned. How could a broken bottle be so valuable?

The takeaway arrived soon, and the archaeology was suddenly involved in a murder case. Several graduate students were a little dazed when they encountered this kind of thing for the first time.

No one noticed that Si Huai ordered two takeaways, one of which was finished in the blink of an eye, and there was not even a bone left.

Meng Chun was an acquaintance. When he came back to his senses, seeing Si Huai eating as usual, he couldn't help asking: "Mr. Si, do you monks often see corpses and bones?"

Si Huai shook his head and said truthfully, "No, there are still more people."

"What about the ghost?"

Meng Chun asked curiously: "Can you see ghosts? Are there really ghosts in this world?"

Si Huai was about to speak when the female graduate student put down her chopsticks and rolled her eyes: "What the hell, Meng Chun, can you eat well and don't spoil your appetite."

"Taoism is a religion, and the emergence of religion is for the rulers to consolidate the regime. Where have you read?"

Si Huai glanced at Xiaoqing beside her, and said, "Yes."

The female graduate student looked at him: "What's there?"

"There is a ghost, there is one sitting next to you."

Although the female graduate student didn't believe in ghosts and gods, it was strange that someone suddenly said that there was a ghost next to her.

Suddenly felt that the right side was a little chilly, her face changed, and she said displeasedly: "I'm done eating."

After finishing speaking, she pulled the chair away vigorously, turned and walked into the bathroom.

There is only one restroom at the rest station, regardless of gender, it is shared by everyone.

After the female graduate student washed her hands, a white shadow suddenly floated outside the window, accompanied by a strange sound, and the eerie cold wind came in, making her shiver from the cold.

She opened the shutters and looked out, but there was no one there.

The female graduate student walked to the master room and saw Si Huai wearing a white T-shirt. She took it for granted that the white shadow just now was Si Huai.

She sneered: "You are not childish."

Meng Chun, who just turned on Ultraman Tiga, silently turned off the phone.

"Still pretending to be a ghost."

The female graduate student sarcastically walked out of the rest room, and the phone rang.

is her suitor.

The female graduate student raised her mouth, picked up the phone, and said pretendingly indifferently: "Li Wenshuai, didn't I say that I'm very busy these days?"

"That roommate of yours? I saw it. It's really not very good. He also said that there are ghosts in the world."

"You pretended to be a ghost to scare me just now, and you were speechless. Do you think I'm some kind of fragile little girl who is so easily scared..."

While complaining, the female graduate student walked out of the yard.

Suddenly, I heard a creaking sound, like the sound of walking with clogs. The project personnel were all wearing sports shoes and hiking shoes, and no one would wear clogs.

The female graduate student followed the voice, walked to the pig shed, and saw a vague figure in the depths of the pig shed, not tall, like a child, wearing white clothes.

"I still have something to do, hang up and talk to you later."

The female graduate student hung up the phone, pushed open the fence door of the pig shed, frowned and said, "Little friend, this is not a place for you to play."

"Get out quickly."

The figure turned its back to her, motionless.

The female graduate student snapped, "Didn't you hear me?"

The figure swayed slightly, but still did not move.

The female graduate student strode over angrily and grabbed his shoulder: "Hey, did you hear—"

The next second, the sound stopped abruptly.

She opened her mouth wide, her legs were weak, and she fell to the ground, so frightened that she couldn't make a sound.

When the figure turned around, it turned out to be the face of an adult male, with an ugly face, no nose, only two holes, and a crooked mouth that made a creaking sound.

Feeling the anger on the female graduate student, the two holes on his nose expanded a bit, and he greedily moved towards it.

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Restroom

Chen Fuhong turned around, but did not find the figure of the female graduate student, and asked, "Is Hong Ziyi not there?"

Meng Chun nodded: "She just went out and never came back."

Chen Fuhong frowned, and said to several people: "The bone has been identified. It is the humerus of a child. It died in the past few months. The police are investigating the recently lost child."

Hearing the child, Si Huai turned his head subconsciously. Xiao Qing, who was sitting on the chair just now, left at some point and was not in the house.

"The field investigation can only be put on hold temporarily, and the police will search for other clues."

"When the Taoists of the Shangyang Association arrive, we will—"

Before he finished speaking, the horn of a vehicle sounded outside the yard, and the voice of someone shouting could be vaguely heard.

Si Huai raised his head, and five or six Taoist priests in Taoist robes walked into the courtyard together, one of whom was an acquaintance.

"Director!"

One of the gray-robed Taoist priests shouted, walked quickly to Si Huai, and said with a smile, "Don't come here without any problems!"

Si Huai groaned, this Taoist priest looked familiar, and he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

Chen Fuhong came over to shake hands with the gray-robed Taoist priest: "Fang Daoist, long time no see."

"Mr. Chen, you are in good health."

Seeing the two chatting acquaintancely, Si Huai remembered who the gray-robed Taoist priest was.

It was the Taoist priest who went to Teacher Chen's house that day.

Taiyi Xuanmen Sword!

He greeted politely: "Tai Daoist, don't come here without any problems."

Taoist Fang: "...my surname is Fang."

Chen Fuhong introduced to the students: "Fang Daoist is the Taoist Fang Xingyun of Baiyun Temple, these two are from Taihe Temple..."

After the introduction, Chen Fuhong talked about the origin of the ancient tomb project: "Two months ago, I heard that there was a batch of real antiques in Yuzhen, so I came to have a look, and found that all the funerary objects were sold, so I bought more than one." Vial."

Speaking of multi-tube bottles, he glanced at Taoist Fang and Si Huai, and then continued: "Later, I found out that it was an official kiln in the Song Dynasty, so I informed the Cultural Bureau. The Cultural Bureau acted very quickly. The approximate location of the ancient tomb has been determined."

"After investigation and research, we found ancient Taoist texts such as "Tao Te Ching" and "Nan Hua Zhen Jing" on the existing complete funerary vessels. There are also symbols such as Yin Yang and Tai Chi at the entrance of the tomb..."

Song Dynasty, soul bottle, two months ago...

With a bad premonition, Si sent a message to Jixiang:

【Auspicious, where did you buy your soul bottle? 】

Jixiang: 【Yuzhen, just beside Shangyang. 】

Jixiang: [Brother Si, are you going?I can go together on weekends. 】

Si Huai ignored him, and quickly opened Lu Xiuzhi's dialogue box:

【Mr. Lu! ! 】

Lu: [? 】

Did you cook today: [The soul bottle in my room was sold by a tomb robber! 】

Did you cook today: [You won’t be handing over to the country, will you? 】

LU: [Reselling cultural relics, you will go to jail. 】

Si Huai's eyes darkened, and he accidentally bought something belonging to a tomb robber on the Internet. There were different opinions, some said it was okay and others said that he would go to jail.

After a while, the phone vibrated, and a message from Lu Xiuzhi popped up:

[Bought by Xiang Qixiang, it's none of your business. 】

Si Huai was somewhat comforted, and he couldn't bear to see Jixiang go to jail.

Just as he was wondering how to politely ask Chen Fuhong about this, a man with a work permit ran in and said out of breath, "Chen, Mr. Chen, it's not good."

"Something happened to Hong Ziyi."

Chen Fuhong stood up abruptly: "What?"

"I saw her go into the pig shed on the surveillance, but she didn't come out, so I asked other people to check it out, but she, she was lying on the ground, as if she was stupid, and she didn't care no matter what..."

Chen Fuhong hurriedly followed the man to see the situation of the students, and several Taoist priests also went together without knowing it.

Inside the pig shed

Hong Ziyi lay on the ground with her eyes open, her pupils a little dilated, staring blankly at the top.

"Ziyi? Hong Ziyi?"

Chen Fuhong yelled twice, but Hong Ziyi didn't even blink her eyes, acting like a vegetable.

Si Huai lowered his eyes, saw the remaining yin energy in the corner, remembered what Hong Ziyi said before leaving the rest room, and muttered, "Did you really see a ghost?"

Meng Chun echoed, "Go to hell, go to hell."

"Didn't it be fine just now? You're still scolding me."

Si Huai: "..."

Although Fang Daochang couldn't see the Yin Qi, he felt the strange coolness in the shed, and he had a guess in his heart.

He walked up to Hong Ziyi, opened her eyelids, took her pulse again, and said with a serious expression, "I lost my soul."

Chen Fuhong couldn't believe it: "Why, why did this happen suddenly."

"Brother, I'm coming."

The young Taoist next to Taoist Fang took out a peach-wood sword and talisman paper, closed his eyes, and began to chant a mantra: "Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth, Taishangxingxing..."

Daoist Fang glanced at the junior who cast the spell, sighed, and turned to Si Huai, "Daoist, what did you see?"

Si Huai pointed to the corner of the wall: "There is Yin Qi."

"It is estimated that she was frightened by ghosts and her soul is unstable."

Fang Daochang looked serious: "The soul must be recalled as soon as possible. After a long time, the soul cannot return to the body, and it will be a living dead."

"This, how to recall this?"

Taoist Fang asked, "Do you have any other clothes for her?"

Meng Chun quickly said: "There is still a coat of hers in the car, I will get it."

The young Taoist priest threw the talisman paper into the air, and with a poke of the mahogany sword, the talisman paper spontaneously ignited, and the flames pointed straight at the corner of the wall.

He said with a serious face: "Brother, there have indeed been evil spirits here, just in the corner."

Seeing him, Daoist Fang seemed to see himself in Si Huai's eyes. He sighed and patted his junior brother on the shoulder: "Go and prepare incense, Mingzhi rice grains, and prepare to summon the soul."

These things are all in the house, and they will be ready soon.

Fang Daochang looked at Si Huai and asked, "Si Daochang, how about you..."

Si Huai said truthfully, "I won't."

Fang Daozhang straightened his back slowly: "In that case, let me do it."

He lit the incense and the ghost paper, held up Hong Ziyi's clothes, swayed them back and forth over the flames, and then sprinkled rice grains in all directions: "In the vast Fengdu, there is a treasure with infinite light. Those who lost their souls today, please pick up the soul girl!"

Fang Daochang straightened his expression, and solemnly called out Hong Ziyi's name:

"Hong Ziyi!"

"Hong Ziyi!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind drifted by, and the rice grains on the ground lined up in the same direction as the flame cigarettes.

Hong Ziyi's body twitched twice, her eyelids twitched crazily, and her eyes rolled up, as if she had some sudden illness.

"not good."

Fang Daochang quickly stepped on the paper incense candle, his expression became more serious: "Her soul is trapped."

Chen Fuhong was shocked: "Trapped by what?"

Fang Daozhang shook his head: "It's hard to say, this is an ancient tomb, there must be a formation like Soul Relief, and moreover, it may also be caused by other ghosts..."

Chen Fuhong was very anxious: "This, what should I do?"

"Mr. Chen, don't worry, we already know the general location of the soul."

Fang Daozhang pointed to the direction pointed by the rice grains on the ground.

"Troublesome Taoists!"

Not sure what trapped Hong Ziyi's soul for the time being, several Taoist priests took out their magic weapons one after another, silver sword, golden bell, compass, etc., and everyone held something in their hands.

Si Huai lowered his head and looked at his empty palm.

He was still wearing short sleeves, and he couldn't even roll up his sleeves to pretend.

Daoist Fang's younger brother held the mahogany sword and glanced at him: "Fellow Daoist, where is your magic weapon?"

Si Huai slowly clenched his fist: "This."

"fist?"

The younger brother saw that he was younger than himself, and said, "Did you forget to bring the magic weapon? Otherwise, stay here."

"You can't fight with ghosts hand to hand."

Thinking of the cool spell and sword skills of their Taoist temples one by one, Si Huai said blankly: "You don't understand."

"High-end battles often only require the simplest fighting skills."