"Mirror... buried together?" Wang Yu touched his chin, frowned, and muttered these two words, always feeling strange.
If Laomiao Zhu felt something in his heart, he felt that his end was approaching and he probably wouldn't live much longer.
Therefore, before dying, you put the mirror you cherish on your chest, hoping that the person who comes to collect your body will understand what you mean and bury the mirror with you.
This makes sense.
Although, it seems a bit strange for a grown man to be buried with a mirror.
However, everyone has their own unique hobbies. If you feel that you are handsome and have nothing to do, you will like to look in the mirror and appreciate yourself, so that you will love your house and cherish it, and you will also cherish the mirror. There is nothing wrong with that.
After all, it’s a personal preference, so that’s understandable.
However, after being combined, the fragments of this mirror can exert great restraint on monsters and even fog.
Wang Yu felt that Lao Miaozhu's behavior of putting the mirror on his chest might not only be about cherishing the mirror, but also had a deeper meaning!
After all, the broken pieces of the mirror can exert such great restraint on those monsters and the fog.
So, before the mirror breaks into pieces, what kind of power and power does it have when it is still a complete mirror?
Such a mirror is definitely a prop, and it is a prop with extraordinary abilities.
Before dying, putting such a prop on one's chest and holding it with both hands must have an extraordinary meaning.
Thinking of this, he looked at the old white-bearded village chief and asked, "Since you think this mirror is very important to the old temple, he wants this mirror to be buried with him."
"Then, why was this mirror broken by your son again, and those fragments were brought home by your son, but were not buried with the ashes of Lao Miao Zhu?"
"Please be patient, this past story is almost coming to an end. Listen to me and you will understand everything." The old man with a white beard, the village chief, did not directly answer Wang Yu's question, but continued:
"At that time, I felt that the mirror was very important to Lao Miaozhu, so I asked my son to hold the mirror first, and then I planned to let others carry Lao Miaozhu's body back to the village. .”
"I originally planned to carry Lao Miao Zhu's body back to the village first, and then discuss with other villagers how to bury Lao Miao Zhu's body. During the burial, the mirror will be buried with him."
"It's just that I didn't expect that the accident happened suddenly!"
"Accident? What accident?" Wang Yu spoke again, interrupting the white-bearded old village chief.
Being interrupted so many times by him means that his strength is much stronger than that of the white-bearded old village chief. Otherwise, the old man would definitely go crazy.
The old man with white beard and village chief gave Wang Yu a helpless look. There was really nothing he could do against him. He could only sigh in his heart and said: "Please be patient, I will talk about it soon."
Wang Yu opened his mouth, thought about it and let it go, then nodded casually.
The white-bearded old village chief continued: "That mirror is full of cracks, so when I asked my son to take it, I told him to be careful, but I didn't expect..."
"It's full of cracks?" Wang Yu interrupted the white-bearded old man again and asked: "Are you sure that the mirror is full of cracks? That mirror was not broken by your son, but... It was already full of cracks, but your son accidentally touched the ground, and then it broke into pieces?"
The white-bearded old village chief was interrupted again and again by Wang Yu, who interrupted his story-telling rhythm. And again, as soon as he was interrupted, he was immediately interrupted again.
Even the clay figures are quite angry at this time.
But after hearing Wang Yu's question, he still nodded and affirmed: "Yes, at that time, when I saw the mirror placed on Lao Miao Zhu's chest, it was already full of cracks. "
"I was afraid at the time that if my son was not careful when handling it, he would break the mirror, so I reminded him deliberately. Unexpectedly, it was still broken in the end."
After listening to the words of the white-bearded old village chief, Wang Yu did not continue to ask questions, but looked at his right hand in silence.
When I heard the white-bearded old village chief say that those fragments were made from a broken bronze mirror, I felt very strange.
A bronze mirror, a mirror made of bronze, to put it bluntly, is equivalent to an iron product, a piece of iron. Although, mirrors made of bronze are much brittle than iron sheets.
However, no matter how fragile it is, it is a metal product after all. Even if it is broken by someone with force, there is a high probability that it will be broken into two or three pieces.
Basically, it is impossible to break it into such small pieces, piece by piece.
However, if that mirror is originally full of cracks and is dropped by someone, it may be smashed into a pile of pieces!
And the cracks...
The jade seal in his right hand is also full of cracks...
Moreover, Yuxi was extremely excited when she came into contact with those fragments.
At that time, I was still guessing what kind of connection there was between the jade seal and the fragment in my hand that would make it so excited.
Now it seems that, I am afraid, it is not the jade seal that is related to the fragment, but the jade seal and the mirror that broke into those fragments!
Jade seal and mirror, these two unrelated things, how can they be connected?
What kind of connection will there be between them?
Why are they all full of cracks?
What do these cracks mean?
These questions filled Wang Yu's mind.
He thought for a while, but still couldn't think of a reason, so he looked at the old white-bearded village chief, nodded and said, "You continue."
The white-bearded old village chief continued: "Actually, my son is not entirely to blame for the mirror falling to the ground. I can see that my son was very careful when holding the mirror. .”
"But no one expected that as soon as he picked up the mirror and turned around, the entire ground of the Temple of the King of Hell shook, and everyone was unable to stand still."
"It was precisely because of the shock that the mirror in his hand fell from his hand, fell to the ground, and was broken into pieces."
"Not only did the ground shake, but after the shaking, white smoke came out of the statue of King Qin Guang on the altar."
"We were scared to death when we saw such a weird scene. How could we dare to stay for a long time? I quickly asked my son to pack up the pieces, and then let the other young people carry the old temple blessings. If you find the corpse, run to the village quickly."
"After returning to the village, everyone felt that there was something strange about the Temple of the King of Hell, and the corpse of Lao Miaozhu stunk so much, so they quickly burned his body."
"When I buried him, I asked my son to bury the fragments of the mirror with his ashes."
