It is strange that when the ancients act, they emphasize "the master is famous". This "famous name" is as straight as wine to cowards. They can bring courage. Those mountain residents were nervous at first, thinking that they had done unethical things to dig people's coffins, which made Meng Qianzi feel that they were doing good deeds and accumulating good deeds: That's right, who would hope that their graves would always be soaked in water, and they would help you choose a cave for no relatives or reason, and where can I find this good thing?

So I changed my previous depressedness, put in an incense head, and then shoveled it down again, digging harder.

As soon as the deadlock broke out, it was resolved with ease. The charlatan on the other end breathed a sigh of relief, and Jiang Lian on the other end also felt that this move was a coincidence.

He continued to walk and broadcast live. When he walked to Meng Qianzi, he praised her: "I'm very smart."

Meng Qianzi didn't look at him, but became reserved: "I don't know what intelligence is, I just have a good heart."

Jiang Lian didn't refute her, so she could not encourage her to be arrogant.

There were many people and great powers, and seven or eight strong laborers were transporting shovels as if they were flying. It was a pity to dig the coffin. After a while, everyone worked together to lift the coffin and placed it aside respectfully.

There was a Yamado who was just joking and greeted the coffin: "Old man, don't thank you."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Lu Sanming looked at the coffin in wonder, as if he wanted to say something, he swallowed it back.

After getting the coffin, of course, I had to continue digging. Those who were standing next to watch before took the shovel and started digging for the second round. Jiang Lian felt that it was not good to be a hand-off manager and wanted to go up and help. Pixiu quickly pulled him away and shouted "Sit down" and "Just let's do it."

Jiang Lian stopped insisting: he got close to Meng Qianzi, and everyone thought that his identity was special and did not dare to treat him as a labor force. If he forced himself to work, it would be difficult for him to do it.

The matter of digging soil is really not worthy of continuous live broadcast. Jiang Lian wanted to temporarily interrupt, but the charlatan disagreed, for fear of missing out on the key: "You have to feel tired of lifting it, so put it in your pocket, and take it out and broadcast it to me when there is any situation."

It's OK. Jiang Lian put his phone on and didn't forget to mock the charlatan at the walkie-talkie: "The Phoenix's Nest shouldn't be installed under the coffin."

The phoenix is ​​a sacred bird after all, and it is so frustrating that it is pressed on the head by a tomb.

The charlatan was still struggling to death: "It depends on the situation. What if the Phoenix Nest was buried deep by the continuous mountain walking, the ground we are now far from the ancient ground. Some old city ruins are several meters underground or even ten meters deep in modern cities."

...

Besides, this second group of people rested for so long and was full of energy. After only about half an hour, the pit was almost as deep as the chest, but nothing was discovered. People gradually became less keen on the issue of "a phoenix flying out of the underground."

At this moment, I don’t know which mountain ditch was shoveled down with a strong shovel, and another dull sound.

The sound was exactly the same as the sound when I dug up the coffin earlier.

Several people subconsciously stopped shoveling, looking at me, looking at you, my heart was a little scared. One of them said, "I don't believe in this evil anymore, so dig it up."

Meng Qianzi felt something was wrong, so she looked at Jiang Lian and walked towards the pit at the same time.

After just a few steps, the situation under the pit was clear. Someone raised his head and shouted: "Miss Meng, another... a coffin."

The sound was a little trembling.

The coffin is stacked with coffins, but it is still so straight up and down. Things... cannot be such a coincidence.

Meng Qianzi stomped the pile of soil on the edge of the pit, squatted down, leaned down and looked down, and it was indeed another mouthful.

Lu Sanming then came up: "Miss Meng, look at this coffin..."

He pointed to the mouth that was dug out not long ago and was left on the side: "It's very rough, not polished or painted, only the outline of the coffin. I don't know how long it has been buried here. But the rainy season in the mountains is long, and it's soaked in water every year, but it's not decay."

It's true.

I was only concerned about moving the coffin and digging the soil before, and didn't pay much attention to these details: an ordinary coffin, in such an environment, will be soaked in rain for several years, and it will be rotten three times even if it doesn't dissipate. However, the digging mouth, including the one that is still half buried in the soil, seems to be fine.

Others also came to the edge of the pit, whispering and talking.

Someone said: "Is this kind of borrowing Feng Shui? I read in someone's novel that there is a place that is too good to have a place, but it has been buried and it is difficult to move. If a later generation wants to borrow this Feng Shui, they will build their tomb above the tomb at the beginning and suppress it."

Another man spat: "This place is also called Feng Shui? There are mountains on all sides, and there is a depression in the middle. I feel depressed after staying for a long time..."

Another person was timid: "Do you think this matter...or, let's give in, what if you dig out some evil things..."

...

For a moment, all kinds of sounds were poured into Meng Qianzi's ears.

She frowned and didn't say anything.

It is unlikely to be borrowed from Feng Shui, because the materials and shapes of the two coffins look similar, like they were made from the same batch, and they are exactly the same.

Do you continue digging?

She remembered the hard work along the way, and she finally finished it here. She gave up at this time, and was afraid she would die of a loss if she gave up.

Damn, keep digging.

Meng Qianzi took a deep breath and said, "Take the fragrance again!"

As usual, she brought someone to hold the incense and bowed three times. This time, she didn't talk much about so many scenes, and only said: "The two are used to being neighbors. They have to move together. At worst, they can backfilling as they are and paying the two of them ten or eight years of incense money."

After inserting the incense head, she called Lu Sanming over and told him to send two people over to guard the dugout coffin.

The man who had dug half of the coffin into the pit again, but this time, his energy was not as strong as before, and he was digging silently. For a moment, only heavy breathing and the slight sound of the shovel tip pressing into the dense soil were left in the field.

Jiang Lian took a few steps to the outside of the venue and told the charlatan what had just happened.

When it comes to charlatans, they are well-known to all kinds of mysterious legends and allusions, but they are a little confused about funeral rituals and other things: he has never heard of such situations where there is a coffin under a coffin.

As for the age of the coffin, he had no idea: "During the primitive clan period, it was a tomb pit, and men and women of a clan filled it into a large pit. But by the time of Huangdi, there was a coffin, so it was hard to say when it was found underground. You can see if there were any carvings on the coffin, and the lacquer... "

Jiang Lian advised him to die. Although the second coffin had not been unearthed, it was estimated that it was similar to the first one, and it was very rough. Not to mention carving flowers and words, the edges were not even flattened.

After waiting for a while, the second coffin was dug out. The pit was already deep, and it was impossible to lift it out. A group of people hung up the hemp rope, lifted it, pulled it up, shouted and shouted horns, and then brought it up. Then, not only did they respectfully, but even fearfully, they parked the coffin side by side with the previous one.

The two coffins were stuck there, which made people extremely suffocated.

The second group of people had a break, and the first group of people got into a trap again. After looking at the time, it was almost midnight.

At this time, two coffins were dug out in the gloomy mountains...

Meng Qianzi's back became cool and she bit her lower lip without realizing it.

Jiang Lian came over and handed her a bottle of unscrewed mineral water, but said nothing: He knew that Meng Qianzi was under pressure, so it would be best to dig something out on this trip. If he ended up digging two coffins in a row, he would definitely lose face.

The people under the pit could no longer throw the digging soil up. People stood around the pit and knotted a simple hanging bag of hemp rope and canvas to hang piles of soil up.

Meng Qianzi raised her head and drank half of the bottle. The slightly cool water passed through her throat and entered her stomach, lowering her depressed internal heat. After drinking, she squeezed the upper half of the bottle with her hands and made a loud noise: "I don't believe it anymore. If you have the ability, dig out a coffin for me."

Jiang Lian was thinking about another thing: "After visiting Wubainong Township, Grandma Duan had been playing 'missing' several times - she met Yan Luo and adjusted the mountain spectrum of Fenghuang Mountain. She must have been here too. With clues provided by Yan Luo, it is not difficult for her to find Fenghuang's right eye. Do you think she had dug this place at that time?"

Before Meng Qianzi could answer, he shook his head first: "It shouldn't be, it doesn't look like it's dug."

Meng Qianzi literate him: "The difference between the digged soil and the undigged soil can be seen in a short period of time, but don't forget that even though I, Grandma Duan, had dug it, it was more than 40 years ago."

"It's been more than 40 years, and the rain, wind, water, soaked insects. How can you tell if you have dug it? Moreover, if it was my grandmother Duan digging, it would definitely be backfilled in good condition - this is the rule of the mountain ghost..."

As soon as the words were finished, Pixiu screamed almost collapsed from the pit: "Miss Meng, it's another coffin, it's the third one!"

Damn, Meng Qianzi almost laughed angry and said, "Is this arhat to be stacked?"

She walked to the edge of the pit to look.

The pit is two meters deep, and the bottom of the pit reveals the cover of the coffin. Judging from the color and material, it is still the same as the first two.

A hint of impulse flashed through Meng Qianzi's heart: She really wanted to cover all these coffins and see who was inside and why she wanted to play this trick.

But after thinking about it, I still endured it: it was a shame to dig a person’s grave, and it would be even more excessive to lift a person’s coffin lid. It was like breaking into a private house and stripping someone’s clothes. I really couldn’t open this mouth.

The mountain dog under the pit had almost given up. Although he still had physical strength, his psychological line had collapsed. A group of people either stood against the wall or sat down on the ground - but they all stood at the same time, and they turned their faces to her, with the same question on their faces.

Do you continue digging?

Pixiu was mournful and said, "Miss Meng, if you dig a coffin like this, you can't finish it until dawn."

The charlatan heard that he dug out another bite, and was speechless for a long time. Finally, he asked Jiang Lian: "Look at that situation, can you continue digging?"

Jiang Lian whispered: "The Yamado people are starting to feel emotional, but if Qianzi makes a tough request, they should be able to continue digging."

The charlatan pondered for a moment: "The three-mouth coffins are lined up and down in a row, which doesn't look like any funeral ceremony, but it seems to be intentional, with a bit of a magical feeling. I can't tell you how many coffins are, but there was a saying in ancient times that "three or three are infinity."

"On the surface, it means that one is eliminated and three will never be eliminated. In fact, it implies that the meaning of "Tao gives birth to one, one is born two, two is born three, and three is born all things". Three represents endlessness. If it is really a magic method, three coffins represent countless mouthpieces, but this third mouth should be the last mouth."

But he was just guessing and didn't dare to make a conclusion: "Or, tell Miss Meng and hold on for a while?"

Jiang Lian nodded: "It's all here, it's a pity not to continue. I'll lose all my efforts. Let Qianzi talk to you. It really doesn't work. Let the Yamado rest and I dig down further."

The charlatan was excited: "Add me one too, I'll go too."

Jiang Lian smiled, put away the walkie-talkie, and when he looked up, he probably thought that the Yado next to him had figured out that Meng Qianzi would not give up easily, and was handing her the incense.

This time, she stopped connecting and said sternly: "It's only three things. I want to see what other mystery can be revealed in this slope, and dig it for me!"

He turned his head to look at Lu Sanming again: "You go down and replace the person you can't dig, and you can't dig anymore. I'll do it for you."

Lu Sanming heard that she was determined and did not say anything. He grabbed a shovel and shoveled it down. Jiang Lian felt that he should have the lead, picked up a spare one from the ground, and also went into a pit.

When everyone saw that the boss was about to roll up his sleeves and go into battle. This was really serious. He stopped stuttering and started working hard again.

Soon, it was time to get the coffin again.

The general method is to shovel in from the bottom of the coffin, causing the coffin to completely loosen, but when the shovel goes down, it actually makes a harsh clanging sound.

Jiang Lian felt strange, squatted down, stretched out his hand to brush away the floating soil, and felt that it was cold to start.

And the people on the other side had already seen the clues, and in shock, they stuttered: "Is this copper, bronze? Cast?"

The coffin is normal, both left, front, back and forth, and above, but the bottom surface is not visible, because it is completely welded by bronze. It feels like the coffin fell into the not-deep copper water, and the copper water quickly condensed, so the bottom surface was welded to death.

While Jiang Lian pondered, the people next to him had already cleared the floating soil. It was really copper and bronze lids. It could be heard but the sharp sounds made by the tip of the shovel scratching the bronze surface. Some people excitedly stamped their feet on the bronze lid, making a heavy and dull sound.

Meng Qianzi let out a long sigh: Finally dug out something, fortunately, this persistence was not in vain.

At this moment, Jiang Lian roared angrily: "Don't talk, don't talk!"

As they walked along the way, Jiang Lian had never had a harsh voice. Everyone was stunned and then silent: half was roared by Jiang Lian, half... they also noticed something strange.

There was a faint, walking-like scratching sound coming from under my feet. I don’t know if it was an illusion, which made people feel that the entire plot was brought out with a faint tremor.

There is something underneath it.
Chapter completed!