Chapter 17: My birthday

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This is the first time in my life that I have seen the dirty thing of an entity, or the first time I have seen a dirty thing that is most like an entity. I squinted, but I could only see a standing silhouette, dress, hair accessories, male or female, but I couldn't tell the same. At this moment, I can also feel Qin Yiheng's tension, because the aura he stood beside me also changed. However, we stood in confrontation, and no one dared to move. Time seemed to freeze, I tried to adjust my breathing smoothly, but I felt more and more chest tight.
After a few seconds, maybe a few minutes, in short, in that case, my concept of time must be confusing, just when my nerves have tightened to the limit, the figure suddenly disappeared. I heard Qin Yiheng breath out, and my cold sweat was all over my face. Qin Yiheng quickly regained his composure and first went to the bag to find a flashlight and light it up. Doing our business, entering the house at night, usually do not know the flashlight, because the light of the flashlight is too obvious, at night, dangling, but will obscure other senses, not to mention that we do it originally Most of the evil things are still afraid of light. This fear of light is not a function of light to dispel them, but they will instinctively hide in the dark, which is a bit like people usually like to sleep with the light turned off.
There are many footprints on the floor of the house that the flashlight has swept through. It is already very messy, and it is impossible to tell whether it is the two of us or the other. Qin Yiheng held the flashlight and touched Zhong Kui like step by step.
I'm afraid that the people before me will suddenly rush out and attack us at this time, but there is nothing at hand that can be used to defend themselves. I can only pull out a large scented candle from Qin Yiheng's bag. Anyway, this thing looks like Sticks are no different than intimidating their opponents, and they can at least brave themselves.
I followed carefully behind, seeing Qin Yiheng walking in front of the statue of Zhong Kui, but suddenly froze. I saw him stop moving, and stopped instinctively, and whispered to him what happened. Qin Yiheng didn't talk, but leaned over and squatted down, as if looking at something on the ground.
I'm still a few steps away from him. Although the flashlight is full of light, I really don't see what it is. I cautiously called Qin Yiheng again, his body quivered slightly, and suddenly said Jiang Shuo.
I thought he called my name to let me go, so I stepped forward step by step. When I got closer, I saw that the ground turned out to be a wood-like thing. It seems that it has been for some years, or it has been painted with very dark paint, anyway. The color of the wood is not good, there are still a few lines on the board. When I fixed my eyes, my head suddenly buzzed. How could my name and birthday be written on it?
Qin Yiheng was obviously shocked by this board too. After a while, he turned back and told me that this is a coffin board. The source must not be known. I wrote your name with the coffin board and the word "birthday". He does n’t know exactly what it is for, but he can know it with his toes, it ’s definitely not a good thing. I haven't been refreshed for a while, Qin Yiheng said, although I heard the words accurately, I didn't remember a word. I am afraid that I have become tiramisu in my head. I can't figure out anything. I can only take a cigarette and take a hard breath, then leaned against the wall for a while, and then I felt a little clear.
I asked him, what the is going on?
Qin Yiheng looked at me and suddenly said, we have to buy this house, because this house has been bought by you long ago.
Qin Yiheng's words are too philosophical, and I can't see the truth, but looking at his expression, I can also guess one or two, I am afraid this time the trouble is in great trouble. I asked him to explain it to me. He shook the door with a flashlight. He did n’t seem to worry about the environment here. Then hesitated and dragged me into the yard, telling me that in ancient times, the house was built, especially the big one. When people build houses, whether it is Feng Shui, craftsmanship, or even alchemy, they will consider it. A small belonging of the homeowner is usually buried under the homestead. If it is an official family, most of the hair will be buried in the master's hair, and there are still strict requirements on the number of hair. This hair can only be singular. It is said that this is called "gathering house", as the name implies is to gather the popularity of the house in order not to dissipate. At that time, technology was not developed, and labor was the basis of a family's prosperity, so "house" was used by many large families. Compared with the official and families, the families of rich locals do not say so much. They generally bury a few altars of gold and silver grass, and both have the same idea of ​​"gathering money" with the same work, and can also prepare for future troubles. It is worth mentioning that if the host is a woman, when the house is built, a purse with a sentence written under it will be buried under the house site, but the content of it can only be known by her, and outsiders cannot understand it. And usually in the ancient movies and TV shows we watch, we often say a sentence, that is, digging the ground three feet to find it out. This sentence actually comes from here, and the thing we are looking for is the "house". When a famous clan is chopped down or a massacre occurs, the last thing the tormentor does is to find the "house". They believe that only by finding the "house", whether this family is a descendant of the current world, or the grievances of the ghosts that have turned into ghosts, can no longer return to their homes, and there is no way to find enemies.
Qin Yiheng said here, even if I asked for a cigarette, I also ordered one. After listening to his narrative, I felt cold all over.
He went on to say, however, it is not enough just to have a "house". There are two kinds of houses, Yin House and Yang House, which need no explanation. The Yangzhai is a human residence, and the Yinzhai is a tomb, but this is not inevitable. Many lone souls and ghosts who do not have a Yinzhai residence cannot enter the road of reincarnation, wandering in the world, they must have a place to stay It is a good place to stay, so in Chinese culture, there are everything from the town house in the hall to the door and stone carvings in front of the door. And after a famous family burying the "house", they will be under the two stone lions in front of the door. On the left, the owner's birth date and surname will be pressed, and on the right, the list of materials will be pressed. This simple explanation is called a declaration. The house has a master, so that no matter the devil or the devil, they are far away. It is worth mentioning here that not all lions in front of the door will have the role of a town house. If improperly placed, it will break the feng shui and bring disaster to the master. First of all, the mouths of the two lions are opened and closed one by one, which represents the meaning of giving. The lion's mouth in front of the bank is closed one by one, Zhang is fortune-telling, and fortune-telling is for money, and it is only for the sake of money. Finally, the stone lions in front of the ancient temple door are left male and right female. You can probably get an understanding of the mouth shape. One is saying "A" and the other is "Mi". And these kinds, no matter what kind of arrangement order is disordered, will accept the opposite way.
After listening to Qin Yiheng's lecture, I already understood a few points in my heart. In his sense, Zhong Kui pressed my birthday under the word. Isn't this house proclaiming to the passing devil that I am the head of the household? And according to this calculation, there will be a strand of my hair under this house? Thinking of this, I couldn't help feeling restless and looked back at the house-I dare to use my head to guarantee that I have never been here, let alone bury my own strand of hair.
I asked him what he thought, and his eyes suddenly dimmed, saying that he could not be sure now, and he pressed the eighth character of birth under Zhong Kui. He was also the first to see. I am afraid that there will be some tricks that are not clear to us. Now, what we have to do at the very least is to make sure whether there is a "gathering house" buried under this house anyway. No matter who owns this "house", we have to dig it up. He was worried that if he guessed right now, then this house would now use my Yangshou to pay for the things that live in it. Moreover, even if his analysis is wrong, if such a house is held in his hand, he will lose his luck.
In an instant, I felt a chill all over my body, this house must have exceeded my imagination, but this may just be our cup bow snake shadow, not as evil as we imagined.
But I saw that Qin Yiheng's expression was always gloomy, and his heart was tensed. After talking about the topic, I realized that the cigarette in my hand did not take a few sips, and it was already over. I ordered another one and sucked hard before calming myself down.
After that, we simply packed things up, perhaps psychologically. When I walked into this house again, I could no longer describe it with fear alone. When I think about it, there is awe. I don't know how this feeling came out, but I know that this house's affairs may not be so easy to solve. The way back was smooth, but I basically walked deeper and shallower, struggling for a long time, but my legs were still soft. Fortunately, we left the phone of the taxi driver who brought us over. We called and waited for half an hour. When the driver came, we took the bus and started the return journey. On the way back, I looked out of the window, trying to think about something in my head, but it was blank inside.
Returning to his place of residence, Qin Yiheng immediately made a call to Liuzhi, but unexpectedly, his phone turned off. At first I thought he was already in bed, after all, when we arrived at the hotel it was already in the middle of the night. However, the next morning, when Qin Yiheng made another six-finger call, he still shut down. Until noon, the six-finger phone was not connected.
During the daytime sunlight penetrated through the hotel window, I opened the curtains and lay in bed, forgetting the thrill of last night. But Qin Yiheng was frowning, standing by the window and thinking for a long time. He suddenly turned around and told me that he went to find a few construction workers and could n’t buy the house. Closed the door.