My hands on the ladder suddenly became sweaty.
Looking at the yellowed paper in surprise, I thought I would find something about my grandfather...
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a note left by Zhang Jiugua and a black coffin.
I carefully got down from the ladder, climbed along the beam, and reached the middle beam. I looked at the note intently...
The content on it made me frown even more.
Zhang Jiugua is an expert in yang divination, and his reputation is so great. Since he kept this book, the reason why grandma didn't tell her after seeing it is very clear.
I don't think that if I live in a house for decades, I won't know that there is something on the rafters.
Then I thought about it, I also grew up here. Logically speaking, children should be more naughty. I found something hidden in the house, but I didn't know anything about it.
Putting aside the distracting thoughts in my mind, I looked at the note blankly. After reading it for a long time, I was sure of one thing. This coffin could not have been left by Zhang Jiugua alone. He only knew Yang calculation. I The saying that grandpa knows the art of yin, the coffin on top of the house, and the objects that hold the house in check cannot come from Zhang Jiugua. It should also have the cooperation of my grandpa.
Otherwise, how could he put a coffin in my house?
Then what was in the coffin that the two of them left together?
As I thought about it, my heart beat faster.
Approaching the coffin cautiously, I found that the coffin was not sealed, but there was a board attached to the front of the coffin, which read: "Heshou wood stops the coffin, and the coffin contains the burial tomb."
Trying my best to calm down my breathing, I did not pause, but carefully pushed the coffin lid open to prevent it from falling from the rafters.
After the coffin lid was opened, there was a faint musty smell that hit the nostrils. This smell can only exist if there is no ventilation for many years.
Use a mobile phone flashlight to illuminate it, and there are some objects placed at the bottom of the coffin.
Neatly folded Tang suits, two hats, and a small wooden box.
This tomb is definitely not grandpa's tomb. According to Zhang Jiugua's suicide note, when he and his grandfather parted, his grandfather was not dead yet, but the suicide note said that he might die.
As for the tomb that Zhang Jiugua and my grandfather set up at the same time, it can only be Li Yinyang's...
I just never expected that Li Yinyang still has a tomb on the beam of my house.
The Tang suit and hat were his clothes during his lifetime. I didn't touch them and reached out to open the small wooden box.
Inside was a stack of thick letter paper, with a booklet on top, the back of the book facing up.
I originally wanted to reach out and get it directly, but after hesitating, I took out the Gray Fairy Gloves and put them on.
After picking up the book, the first thing I saw was the words on the first letter, a letter from home.
I lowered my head while flipping my hands, and there were a few calligraphy written vertically on the front of the booklet.
"Miscellaneous Notes on the Mountains and Fields, Handwritten Notes by Li Yinyang." My hands shook, and my heart almost jumped out of my throat.
A simple handwritten note will not make me like this. What makes my heartbeat change is because there is a mouthful of blood on the front of the handwritten note...
Over the years, the blood has completely dried up, forming a black and red mark.
People like Li Yinyang traveled all over the world in the early years, and many of them would write down some random notes.
A considerable part of the so-called miscellaneous histories of mountains and fields come from alchemists like them.
There is blood on the miscellaneous notes, this is unusual...
I took a deep breath and turned to the first page.
What is written on it is nothing more than strange events that happened in some mountain villages, or Feng Shui places.
After quickly flipping through more than a dozen pages, I discovered that Li Yinyang has a habit of recording whatever he solves wherever he goes. I thought I would see the names of my grandfather Luo Zhongliang or Zhang Jiugua appear first. in.
Unexpectedly, the first three words I saw were Yuan Huashao...
My palms suddenly became sweaty. This unexpected discovery not only allowed me to know about Li Yinyang, but also allowed me to know some about Yuan Huashao's origins...
I was about to take a closer look, but Liu Yushu's voice calling my name came from outside.
When I came back to my senses, I realized that it had been a long time since I had climbed up to the rafters.
After hesitating for a moment, I moved the small wooden box out, put Li Yinyang's journal back into the box, then closed the coffin lid and climbed down with the box in hand.
Strangely, the golden abacus inside my Tang suit moved and made a crisp clanking sound.
As soon as I climbed down the ladder, a piece of yellowed paper fell from the beam... and landed in front of me.
What's even weirder is that the words on it are slowly fading, and soon the fonts almost fade away and disappear, as if the paper has been weathered in an instant.
I picked it up solemnly, folded it and put it in the wooden box. I left the small wooden box on grandma's bed and left the room.
In the courtyard, Liu Yushu had made all the arrangements.
There are four bronze mirrors in the four corners of the square wooden table! This bronze mirror is flooded with light, glowing with a copper-yellow cold light.
In front of the bronze mirror, four candles were lit.
The stone box containing the Evil Corpse Pill was suspended in the air on a copper shelf, and a thicker candle was lit underneath, with special runes engraved on it.
There is a whisk standing in front of the whisk, and there is a flag next to the whisk. They are all small flags,
Liu Yushu actually had a hat on his head. I had never seen him wearing a hat before.
I couldn't help but say that Liu Yushu himself looked upright, and the horizontal lines on his forehead were not fierce, but extremely strict and rigid. Now that he was wearing a Taoist priest's dome hat, he looked even more solemn.
He was not holding a bronze sword, but a bell in his hand.
Blind Chen was no longer sitting on the threshold. He stood up with a slightly solemn expression. He was holding the ghost knife in one hand and the mourning stick in the other. He was obviously ready to attack at any time.
I also understood what Liu Yushu meant. When he called me, it meant that he was going to start destroying the elixir. During this period, Li Yinyang might be forced out...unless he saw the corpse elixir being destroyed before his eyes.
I didn't make a sound to interrupt Liu Yushu. Instead, I took out the wail stick and held it tightly, nodding to Liu Yushu indicatively.
Likewise, I scanned left and right, extremely vigilant.
Liu Yushu coughed quietly and cleared his throat.
The next moment, he suddenly shook the bell in his hand!
The crisp tinkling sound echoed in the yard instantly!
The moment the bell rang, it was as if the fog in the sky had broken open, and the echoes were continuous, as if penetrating the night sky.
At the same time, the flames of the four candles burned more fiercely, and the flame of the candle burning under the Corpse Pill became several times more fierce.
A burst of black gas floated from the corpse pill, lingering continuously, and the entire courtyard was filled with a strong corpse stench.
This Corpse Pill has begun to be damaged?
Liu Yushu is indeed Liu Yushu. He hasn't done anything yet, so he must be deliberately torturing Li Yinyang.
He didn't kill it all at once, but cut the flesh with a dull knife...
