I found a place to sit down. After a long time, my fluctuating thoughts finally calmed down a little. Then I began to carefully observe the gold seal that Uncle Li gave me.
The gold seal is not big, only the size of a teenager's fist, but it is not light, at least 800 to 900 grams. The gold alone is worth a lot of money. Judging from the wear and tear marks on it, I'm afraid this seal has been passed down for at least a thousand years. The wear and tear lines are fine and dense, with varying depths. This is the mark left by people playing with it. It is very round and cannot be faked. The round wear and tear marks are naturally formed. The external force is too stiff to deceive the newbies who don't know anything, but in the eyes of the old hands in our industry, it is basically a trick that can be seen through at a glance.
On the top of the gold seal sits an animal shaped like a lion but with wings, lifelike.
I recognize this animal. It should be the legendary mythical beast Pixiu. It seems that this golden seal is not an ancient official seal. There will be no Pixiu engraved on official seals. After all, although Pixiu is a lucky beast, it is ferocious and cruel, so it is usually placed at the door to ward off evil spirits. I have never heard of it being used to carve golden seals.
For a moment, I was a little unsure of the origin of this seal, and I couldn't help but look at it more carefully. Under the Pixiu, the golden seal was engraved with some very mysterious patterns, which looked like words, but I couldn't recognize what the words were. It seemed that all the ancient characters in my memory did not have such tadpole-like characters.
Turning over the golden seal, there were eight big characters printed below: Heavenly officials bless, no taboos!
Uncle Li smiled and watched me tossing and turning the golden seal over and over. When I put it down helplessly, he finally asked me: "Xiaotian, do you recognize this thing?"
"I can't recognize it. I can only roughly guess from the craftsmanship of the Pixiu that this golden seal should have been cast during the Eastern Han Dynasty. It has a big mouth without anus and its fangs are curved backwards, which is more in line with the characteristics of that era."
I shook my head helplessly and smiled bitterly: "But if you ask me to tell you where this thing came from, I can't do it. I think I know these things well. I know about the rare treasures of various eras, but I have never heard of this thing. It doesn't look like an official seal or a private seal. I can't tell it."
"It's right that you can't recognize it, because there is probably only this seal in the world now!"
Uncle Li crossed his legs, lit a cigarette leisurely, and said: "Xiaotian, you know What did your ancestor of the Ge family do? "
I nodded: "I heard from my father that he was a tomb robber in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, but later died in a large tomb."
"You know too much!"
Uncle Li said indifferently: "There were many things to pay attention to in tomb robbing in that era. There were official thieves and private thieves. Anyway, there was no law to punish tomb robbing at that time, so it was very rampant, and even evolved into schools, large and small, no less than a hundred, among which four schools were the most famous-General Fa Qiu, Lieutenant Mo Jin, Taoist monks, and Li Shi Xiangling!
Among them, General Fa Qiu and Lieutenant Mo Jin were official thieves. In the chaotic world, in order to raise military funds, the various rebel kings began to set their sights on the dead, set up Lieutenant Mo Jin, excavated large tombs everywhere, and took burial objects from the dead.
The two schools of Taoist monks and Li Shi Xiangling were private thieves. Most of them were the Green Forest at that time. Heroes, when there is a tomb, they rob the tomb; when there is no tomb, they occupy the mountain and become the king. In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, these two groups of people became the mainstream of tomb robbery.
In a sense, the people of these four schools have evolved this craft to the extreme. Not only can they find a tomb, but they can also deal with the dirty things in the tomb. They even made treasures to prevent the invasion of dirty things after going to the tomb, so that there is such a saying among the people - Fa Qiu has a seal, Mo Jin has a talisman, Ban Shan has a technique, and Xi Ling has a armor! "
After listening, I fell into deep thought for a long time. Uncle Li couldn't tell me these stories for no reason. I looked at the seal in my hand for a while, and then recalled what Uncle Li said. Gradually, a bold idea came into my mind. I asked Uncle Li in disbelief: "Could it be that the seal in my hand is the Fa Qiu seal of General Fa Qiu?"
"You are very smart. This is indeed the Fa Qiu seal. Carry it with you. All evil spirits retreat, you should keep it with you for a while, I think those dirty things will not dare to harm you rashly. "
Uncle Li said: "And your ancestor is not a simple tomb robber. He was a general under Cao Cao, and he only failed once in his life!"
I asked: "He lost his life that time, right?"
Uncle Li nodded a little heavily and said slowly: "At that time, Cao Cao was defeated in the Battle of Chibi. In order to recover his vitality and reorganize his troops to fight again, he made a lot of money everywhere. Therefore, he ordered your ancestor to rob a big tomb, otherwise he would annihilate the whole family. Your ancestor had no choice but to go, but he had just entered the main tomb and lit the candle not long after that he encountered the omen of ghost blowing out the lamp. Generally speaking, if they encounter such a situation, they will retreat directly, but your ancestor was afraid of Cao Cao's decree to annihilate the whole family, so he moved the tomb and finally did not come out. "
I was also stunned when I heard it, and my eyes were complicated when I looked at Uncle Li.
My father never told me these things, how did Uncle Li know?
But before I asked, Uncle Li suddenly raised his head: "Xiaotian, do you know where the tomb of your ancestor is?"
I shook my head.
"It is the largest tomb in the tomb group in Qinling Mountains! ! "
Uncle Li said: "That tomb group is very fierce. It was dug up again some time ago, and more than 2,000 cultural relics were circulated. 80% of them were bought by a foreigner. As a result, the foreigner died suddenly before he left the country. His death was very miserable. All the delicate parts on his body were gone, as if they were eaten! !
Except for the foreigner, all the rest of the people who touched the cultural relics finally encountered some strange things. Those who took less things still had a chance to survive, and those who took more died, and their deaths were particularly ugly. This is why I didn't let you collect the Baipi Knife. The tomb is too fierce. "
I fell silent, and I had a few more questions in my mind.
From the time point of view, the tomb group should have existed before Cao Cao's time, and the Baipi Knife was Cao Cao's thing, which was lost after his death. Now it was dug out from the Qinling ancient tomb group!
Could it be that people continued to be buried in that place in later generations, and the Baipi Knife was buried at that time?
If that's the case, how many tombs of different ages are gathered in that tomb group...
For a while, I became very interested in that tomb, and I really wanted to know what caused this There are so many tombs buried together. I can't help it. Living in such a family, I have been influenced by them. You can imagine how attractive they are to me.
However, these thoughts flashed through my mind, and soon I thought of another question-since Uncle Li knew about the Qinling tomb and my ancestor, my father must also know about it. He couldn't not understand the danger of the tomb. It was a ghost place where even people like my ancestor could fall into and lose their lives. What did he do there?
Thinking of this, I looked up and asked, "Uncle Li, my father shouldn't have gone to Qinling to collect "wild goods", right? Can you tell him what he did?"
Uncle Li's face choked, he sighed softly, and was silent for a long time before looking at me seriously and said, "Some things are really not suitable for you to know now. It's not good for you.
Xiaotian, if you believe what I say, don't ask. When the time is right, I will definitely tell you! "
This sentence again...
I felt a little irritated and powerless. After this series of events, I suddenly felt that my father and Uncle Li in front of me were so strange. They were no longer the ones I knew. But I wanted to figure everything out but I had no strength. This feeling... It was so fucking uncomfortable!
At this time, the sky was gradually getting brighter. Uncle Li looked outside, got up from his chair, and said, "Let's go. I'll take you to see an old friend and let him help you see what is bothering you."
When I mentioned this, I didn't care about the problem of entangled with my father. I got up and started to put on my coat. After all, this was the most important thing at the moment. If I didn't solve it, I didn't know if I could survive tonight, even if I carried this Fa Qiu Yin.
Uncle Li and I packed up our things, closed the store door and left.
I didn't know until I got out of the door that the place where Uncle Li took me was not far from my store. It was at the southern end of the antique street. It was a place selling wreaths and coffins. There was a small wooden sign hanging on the door with four words on it - Iron Mouth God Calculate.
Fortune teller?
I was a little nervous. I knew all the fortune tellers on this antique street. They were basically all charlatans. I didn't expect that the master that Uncle Li brought me to was also a fortune teller. Could he be a dead liar? But since Uncle Li brought me here, I couldn't say anything. I could only take it one step at a time.
It was early in the morning. There was no one in front of the wreath shop. There were no customers. There was only a child about eight or nine years old feeding chickens at the door.
Uncle Li asked the child with a smile on his face: "Is Zhou Shensuan here?"
"Are you looking for my grandfather to tell your fortune?"
The child glanced at Uncle Li, and finally focused his eyes on me, curled his lips and said: "You guys go away. My grandfather doesn't tell fortunes for the dead."
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