Folks have always believed that the emperor of birds is the phoenix. The phoenix here does not refer to the divine bird, but the most ferocious individual among birds, such as the eagle master, the sparrow queen, the eagle king, and even the pheasant. Of course, the phoenix blood It refers to the blood of raptors. No matter which one it is, it must be the strongest one in the population.
One of these two things is rare and precious, and the other is hard to come by. The most difficult to collect, it often takes a year to collect them all.
After Song Siyuan heard these things, she was not sure whether these things were useful, but if she was not prepared, she would definitely lose the opportunity, so she decided to accept it first: "Okay, if there are these things, we can indeed prepare them. The key is how to find them." So many coffins.”
"You don't have to worry about this. In the past, the village had to worship the Soul Palace every year, and lamp oil was needed to make soul-inducing lamps. In order to facilitate the collection of lamp oil, the village made many hanging coffins in the hills behind the village. The ones you store are the ancestors of the village. After each generation, a person remains in the hanging coffin for a year to nourish the coffin before being buried.”
"I remember that most of the coffin was empty when the accident happened, and the human oil inside should still be there. You might encounter it if you go there. As for the Phoenix blood, the old man has nothing to do. This thing is something that can only be met by chance. No one can find it. I don’t know where we will meet.”
Tang Baoguan's words reassured Yue Guanchao. If there were no hanging coffins in Tangling Village, they would have no choice but to dig mountain tombs in search of human oil. It would be unavoidable and dishonorable. They talked to Tang Baoguan a lot, and seeing that the sky was getting dark, they had no choice but to cross. The eaves returned to the backyard, each burned a kang and fell asleep.
The next day, they got up early. Yue Guanchao took Tang Dayang, Song Siyuan, and Yue Erpao along the wild road in the village to the back mountain.
This is the end of the river valley. The river is no longer visible. All we can see is withered shrubs all over the mountain wall. There are densely packed coffins hanging in the branches of the shrubs, as if there are countless wooden boxes hanging on the mountain wall. I wonder if there are too many coffins. , they can always feel the gloomy atmosphere, the cold wind around them whines, like a low howl, which makes the scalp of those who listen to it numb.
"Is there really no body here?"
Since Yue Guanchao came to Fengtian, Song Siyuan has also experienced many hardships. Seeing corpses is no longer a problem, but this does not mean that she is not disgusted. The thought of scraping the corpse oil, blood and water residue at the bottom of the coffin into the barrel makes her feel sick. nausea.
"That's not true. The old man said that most of the villagers have been buried. This means that the corpses of a small number of villagers are still here. Plus he is blind and can't deal with the aftermath. They must have been here for thirty or forty years. I don't know. What's going on?"
While Yue and Song were talking, Tang Dayang had already approached the coffin with a crowbar. He and Yue Erpao pried open the coffin lid with a loud bang.
Yue Guanchao took the opportunity to approach the coffin and stretched his head to look inside. Song Siyuan asked curiously: "Is there a corpse inside?"
"There is no body, but there are still a lot of things."
Yue Guanchao's words aroused Song Siyuan's curiosity. She was afraid that the vulgar man was deliberately deceiving him, so she protected her arm and looked at the coffin from between her fingers. After making sure that there was no old corpse inside, she let out a sigh of relief and lowered her wrist.
There was indeed no one dead in the coffin, but it was not empty. The four walls were covered with a layer of mushroom-like Ganoderma lucidum. They were gathered into groups of three or five, the size of a palm, and each one was entangled with vines. Under the coffin board, there were all like Black and gray grease like solidified lard!
These black and gray ointments are undoubtedly the so-called corpse oil.
"Everyone, come quickly. We need to peel off part of the Ganoderma lucidum first to prevent them from getting in the way."
Yue Guanchao picked up the shovel and shoveled the Ganoderma lucidum a few times. After the Ganoderma lucidum was shoveled away, blood splashed everywhere, dyeing the area around the cane red. Everyone suddenly saw the Ganoderma lucidum weeping blood, and their eyelids unconsciously squinted a few times. There was a feeling in their hearts. Foreboding.
"Why are the mushrooms bleeding? Isn't it a ghost?"
Yue Erpao's words made the person's back feel numb. Yue Guanchao quickly dispelled the fear: "Don't be so careless. These are just Ganoderma parasitizing on the coffin. So much corpse oil can accumulate at the bottom of the coffin. I feel it is these Ganoderma lucidum." Credit, they and the rattan are probably good at absorbing blood, water, and grease.”
"This thing must be Zhizhi!"
Song Siyuan took out the notes in her backpack and said: "This thing appears in the Western Regions. It is a mushroom produced near the Tianshan Mountains in the Western Regions. Once they grow, their hyphae will connect into pieces and can transport water to each other to maintain nutrients. If it is planted in a coffin It probably also has this effect, these ointments may be excreted by corpse mushrooms."
"Western Regions? Why is there something from Tianshan in this coffin!"
Tang Dayang wasn't quite sure what she meant.
Song Siyuan explained in a serious tone: "In the Tang Dynasty, foreign trade was developed, and things from Northern Europe and the Western Regions continued to come to the Central Plains. This corpse oil was probably introduced into the Central Plains in this way, and was then used by the Li and Tang royal family to accumulate corpse oil in order to open the Cave Mountain. This The preservation of this custom has become the current appearance of Tangling Village. No matter what the situation is, they can be regarded as plants from thousands of years ago, and it is not easy to pass them down to the present."
"Okay, as long as it's non-toxic and harmless, we're not afraid of it, so hurry up and get the barrel."
Tang Dayang handed over the barrel. Yue Guanchao picked up the scraper and scraped the bottom of the coffin. He scraped out a thick layer of grease and threw it into the barrel. When the grease on the bottom of the coffin board was gone, they opened another coffin and lowered their heads. Clicking, clicking, the human oil they needed needed to fill the entire barrel. According to the amount of oil stored in the coffins, they needed at least dozens of coffins. Seeing that there were too many, several people had to split up.
