Daomu Biji

The corpse in this black wooden coffin should be someone from the thirty-fourth generation of the Zhang family. Judging from some information on the epitaph, he should have been born in the mid-Qing Dynasty, and his name was Zhang Shengqing.

I won’t go into details about his life. The core thing is this person’s lifespan. Judging from the records on the epitaph, this man lived for more than 170 years.

Longevity seems to be another characteristic of this family.

This person died in a firefight. It must have been the most intense time of the border conflict. This person died in the North Korean area and was taken back to the Zhang family ancient building for burial by his tribe.

This person's contribution to the entire family was written eloquently after his life. Apart from all kinds of strange rhetoric, the most mentioned two points were: the first point was his parents. His parents seemed to be very meritorious people.

Therefore, he has an innate advantage; the second point is that "there are countless tombs and a lot of income, which will determine the Zhu family's power and make a lot of profits."

With these two skills, he was buried in the tomb.

It can be inferred from this that the Zhang family was related to the royal family at that time, and even did many things for the royal family at that time.

This can also explain why the Zhang family can survive every troubled time and continue their family for such a long time.

This is a bit like the mysterious families in many novels, who live in seclusion in the mountains all year round, guarding their own secrets that are not passed down, whether it is martial arts, military art, or even magic.

Then there are people who watch the sky at night every day, and when they find that the world is about to be in chaos, they will send a few people to join the world to make trouble and earn some vested interests.

Fortunately, there are many people with the surname Zhang, and there are some awesome people with the surname Zhang in every dynasty, otherwise I would definitely have to make more associations with them.

"I think of Master Zhang. Is Master Zhang also a member of the Zhang family?" the fat man said.

"I can't tell, they are all awesome people." I said. In fact, what I care more about is that I can get a lot of information. It is a large number of details in life.

First of all, I confirmed that the Zhang family has been operating in northern China. Almost all the places of birth and activities here are in northern China. It is close to North Korea, that is, near Changbai Mountain.

That place actually did not belong to the Central Plains in ancient China. It is more under the control of a few prominent ethnic groups. The Zhang family is obviously a large Han family mixed with foreign ethnic groups.

To live in that kind of place shows how powerful it is.

Secondly, I am basically certain that there are many branches in the Zhang family. For example, the branch this person belongs to is called "Chessboard Zhang".

Although these families all belong to the Zhang family,

But because there are too many people. It formed branches like the Manchu Eight Banners. The Zhang family has five branches.

This person should have been buried after the ancient building was built. At this time, I thought about the Senjuzhong downstairs again, and realized that these hands may not be what I thought.

Could it be that during the relocation of the ancient building, there were too many corpses in the previous ancient building and the coffins could not be transported to the new ancient building, so some unimportant people were buried with their hands instead of their bodies? Among them?

Moreover, I can tell from reading between the lines that the "Chessboard Zhang" branch is a very important branch in the Zhang family, because "Chessboard Zhang" is pregnant with Qilin.

I still can’t see what this metaphor means, but. I can vaguely guess the key.

After reading the epitaph, the fat man blinked at me and pointed to the big black coffin beside him. I mean, do you want to have a blast?

I looked at the coffin beside me. The black wooden coffin is made of the same wood as the ancient building, with three layers of black paint on it, making it look solemn and solemn.

The fat man wiped off the dust with his hands. Due to the passage of time, the black paint in many places had cracked, revealing the old wood color.

The architecture student in me was guilty - I realized another function of the bottom layer of quicksand.

The underground water system here is very rich, and the interior of the mountain is very humid, which has a serious corrosive effect on the ancient wooden structures.

The layer of quicksand we passed through before. It is a moisture-proof layer that prevents water vapor from rising up. I guess there is more than just one layer of quicksand underground.

Our feet can touch the stone slabs under the quicksand, and under the slabs. Maybe there’s quicksand too.

I looked at the coffin and felt it had to be opened. No matter how many times I have experienced it. I am still afraid of opening the coffin, but now, can I still turn a blind eye?

The Zhang family is a descendant of the Northern sect. The fat man said that he should be treated with the courtesy of the Northern sect, but I thought to myself, in fact, I should treat him with the courtesy of the Northern sect.

The northern sect of tomb robbers has been in decline for a long time. On the one hand, today's tomb robbers are becoming more and more utilitarian, and their equipment is becoming more and more advanced.

There is no intention to abide by these red tapes; on the other hand, the rules of the northern sect make the inheritance less and less, unlike the southern sect, which has no family distinction. As long as you follow me, I will teach you, all for the final financial gain.

Therefore, the skills of the Southern School not only have not been eradicated, but also continue to develop.

I asked the fat man what to do. The fat man used his clothes as a broom and gathered up the dust in the room, making it full of dust.

While coughing, he took a handful of dust to the southeast corner of the room, put in a few cigarettes, and was about to light them when he realized something was wrong, so he asked me: "Tianzhen, what brand are your cigarettes?"

"Yellow Crane Tower." I said.

"Come, come, change." The fat man asked for my cigarettes, "We can't let my little brother's ancestors smoke my eight yuan a pack. It's our first visit, so we can't embarrass my little brother."

As he spoke, the fat man lit up his cigarette and bowed to the corner: "Well... we are friends with your Zhang Qiling. We really are not here to fight each other this time. We are... we are... just here to visit. Look. Ending dear elders, um... I'll give Xiao Zhang some extra homework by the way.

You also know that your children have poor memory. Well, I don’t know where Xiao Zhang went, so I’m going to ask for directions. If you know, don’t do anything or say anything. If you don’t know, just stay the same.

Salute, Amitabha, how dare you, bald donkey, compete with a poor Taoist for his master's wife. "

I thought it was a mess, so I patted him and picked him up.

The two men threw out the iron thorns, separated the two sides and penetrated into the gap of the coffin lid. They first pried off the iron nails that sealed the coffin, then took a deep breath and carefully pushed the heavy coffin lid aside.

When the coffin lid hit the ground, the entire floor shook. We cover our mouths and noses. After fanning away the dust, he saw a layer of cotton-like stuff inside the coffin.

I fiddled with it with an iron thorn. I found that it was a strange mold, like a spider web covered with white rags.

The fat man used an iron thorn to push aside this layer of stuff. The body inside was revealed.

The corpse had completely decomposed, leaving only a white skeleton, surrounded by some burial objects, a small number, all wrapped in that strange "cotton wool". The fat man picked one up with an iron thorn and found it was a small dagger.

The shell of the dagger was completely rotten like a piece of eight-treasure osmanthus cake, and the gems on it were like red cherries and green raisins.

I pulled out the dagger and found that it was a black gold dagger. It is slightly shorter than the one with the stuffy oil bottle and has a different shape. The knife glowed black under the illumination of the flashlight and looked extremely sharp.

The handle of the knife was also very rotten. I took the blade and knocked the handle against the coffin board, knocking off the rotten pieces. There was not much left, and I was about to throw it back into the coffin.

The fat man immediately stopped him and said, "Why do you think you are like this? You finally get something and you are so picky. Take it with you. Take it out and make a new handle. You can also give it to me as a birthday gift."

"Who knows when his birthday is?" I asked.

The fat man took the black gold dagger, wrapped it and put it in his backpack. Said: “I guess he doesn’t even know what his birthday is.

Just find a sunny day and tell him it's his birthday. With his personality, he won't ask what his birthday is. "

That's right, it's a good move, I thought to myself. I don’t know if there is a festival for deaf-mute people in the world. He is such a boring person, so he should celebrate his birthday at that time.

I felt a chill when I thought about the scene of a stuffy oil bottle blowing out birthday candles, as if I were seeing a ghost blowing out a lamp. Then don’t think too much about it.

The fat man fiddled with it a few more times and found that everything else was in pieces. He scolded: "The Zhang family is not rich either. This little gift is just embarrassing to me."

"The Zhang family advocates strength, not money." I said, "It can be seen from the epitaph that the Zhang family is a big family that uses its advantages to defeat other families to gain power and protection.

In the long history of China, money alone is of no use. "

The fat man took all three cigarettes, pinched off the dusty butts, and took the last few puffs. I asked him what he was doing, and he said that he must have run out of ideas since he was in such a mess, and he couldn't take advantage of this poor guy.

I said, "Why are you so philistine?" The fat man laughed.

After smoking the cigarette, he used an iron thorn to pick at the bones.

We found the left hand of the corpse, with two fingers of very long bones.

This is the first time I have seen the complete bones of those extremely long fingers. There are many scars on the joints of the bones. Obviously, the process of training such fingers must be quite painful. I also discovered that this person has many large-scale fingers. Joints, such as shoulders and wrists, have very strange bone growth.

The fat man said that this should be the sequelae of the bone shrinking skill.

Bone shrinkage exercise often requires the removal of joints. Repeated bone shrinkage will definitely cause habitual dislocation. To overcome this habitual dislocation, many special muscles in the joints must be exercised individually.

These muscles are very difficult to train and may not make much progress over several years. The muscles are the size of the crescent on the contractor's head. It is naturally very painful to train them into a banana.

The fat man said that he had had the opportunity to practice that kung fu before. An expert he knew said that his bones were very suitable for bone shrinkage. The fat man went to practice for a day, beat the master, and then escaped back.

On the skull of this corpse, I saw two bullet holes, which were very irregular and should have been iron sand bullets.

The bullet penetrated from one place, but did not come out, so the iron sand bullet should have been shot at a close range (if it were farther away, there would be many holes the size of sesame seeds), and the iron sand remained in the brain. This senior must have been quite painful when he died.

No matter how powerful the Zhang family is, there is still nothing they can do when encountering firearms.

We thought there were no more clues, so we wanted to close the coffin board. When I went up to carry it, I saw many words engraved on the inside of the coffin board.

When we turned it over, we found that it was a simple family tree. The parents at the top and bottom had their names, and their children were listed in their respective columns.

What makes me curious is that this man's parents are both named Zhang. He has two sons, one of whom is married, and the daughter-in-law is also named Zhang. When the two daughters are married, their husbands' families are both named Zhang.

"Do you think there's anything strange?" I asked the fat man.

"How old do you think this guy was when he died?" said the fat man. He had four children, so he was awesome. "

"The main purpose of ancient China's feudal hierarchy was to reproduce people and expand family power. He may have started giving birth very early."

I said, "Besides, the Zhang family has an extremely long life span. If they want to give birth, they can still be active even after giving birth to a football team."

That's not what I'm talking about. "As I said that, I pointed out everyone's last names to him.

"Could it be that you changed your last name?"

I shook my head: "It is almost certainly an intermarriage within the clan. The Zhang family is a closed family, and they do not have any marriage relationships with the outside world."

We put the lid back on the coffin and inserted the nails. I said: "I have to go to the next room. These epitaphs are very important. I want to take a good look at them and I will definitely get more information." To be continued