In 1626, an old man appeared outside the Ming Dynasty Palace. He had white hair and a childish face. Judging from his appearance alone, he was about ninety years old.
His coming to the palace was something that everyone in the civil and military dynasties, including the then emperor Ming Xizong, knew about. However, no one welcomed him, and no one rejected him.
His arrival brought a curse that was not a curse, or it could be said to be a prophecy.
Three days ago, he wrote through the Minister of Rites, saying: The dragon veins of the land of China have been cut off, and the country will soon fall into barbarism. The barbarians will dominate the world for ten generations. After ten generations, the world will be devastated. If foreign barbarians cause harm to China, they will surely destroy the country.
Across the wild.
This memorial immediately shocked the court, and everyone in the hall said that this person was a treasonous person and made alarmist remarks.
Three days later, he came outside the imperial city again without any guards to stop him.
The old man kowtowed step by step.
Every time he saw blood, he used it to admonish the emperor.
He died after a hundred steps of blood spilling.
The next day, the emperor issued an order to kill this person. This person's surname was Zhao. He was an ancestor of mine who no longer knew how to calculate seniority. His seniority was so high that I didn't know how to call him.
His deeds, the only three-year-old child of the Zhao family who escaped and survived, were later compiled into a book and passed down from generation to generation. In the book, his name is called Zhao Taizu.
This Zhao Taizu is not Zhao Kuangyin of the Song Dynasty, just to show the Zhao family's respect for this ancestor. He was the most famous Feng Shui master in Beijing at that time, and he studied under the lineage of Liu Bowen, the founding prime minister.
There is this sentence in the book that records his deeds: Zhao Taizu has obtained nine points of Liu Ji's true biography.
As for Zhao Taizu, before he died, he left a suicide note for the Zhao family. It predicted that the Zhao family would suffer such a disaster. It was caused by him leaking the secret, and he could only leave one bloodline. So he arranged for a loyal old servant.
When he took another of my ancestors, who was only three years old at the time, to flee, he only said one sentence: After leaving Beijing, the Zhao family was a thief in the past, and he would eventually rise to the top. At that time, the red sun was shining and the five stars were accompanying him.
In fact, just as Zhao Taizu predicted back then, the Zhao family could not escape this disaster, and everyone was executed. A few days later, at nine o'clock on May 30, 1626 in history, there was an inexplicable big explosion in Beijing, causing countless casualties.
, the dead were all covered in wounds, which shocked China.
That day, in the ancient well under Beixin Bridge, the sound of dragon roars in the Feng Shui eye sealed by Liu Bowen himself was loud.
After the Qing Dynasty entered the Pass, excluding the two emperors Nurhachi and Taiji, there were ten emperors after entering the Pass. According to orthodoxy, this time was a disaster like the Yuan Dynasty, and the barbarians unified China.
Until the Opium War began, foreign powers took turns invading China, leaving corpses everywhere. You must know that the ancients called foreigners foreign barbarians.
Since then, all the predictions made by Zhao Taizu have come true.
The energy of the dragon veins has been exhausted, and the barbarians have taken over. After ten generations, the foreign barbarians have caused chaos.
This story is recorded in a book that has been passed down from generation to generation in my family. The name of this book is Feng Shui Xuan Shu. The reason why it is called this is because in addition to recording Zhao Taizu’s deeds, it also contains what he learned about Feng Shui throughout his life.
At that time, the old servant took my ancestor, who was only three years old, to Luoyang City and settled here. It was not difficult to make a living relying on the knowledge in the book, but the disaster in the Zhao family was too great at that time.
The old servant did not dare to reveal his profound family knowledge on the surface, but in the end, he chose to use his knowledge of Feng Shui to defeat Dou'er.
This is an industry that requires no investment but has a high return rate. From that time on, this career of flipping buckets has been passed down from generation to generation in my old Zhao family.
This confirms Zhao Taizu’s last prediction:
The Zhao family was a thief during their time, but he was no ordinary thief, but a tomb robber who destroyed people's tombs.
Luoyang is home to Mangshan, the ancient capital of many dynasties, and has its rich historical and cultural heritage. It is this heritage, coupled with the simplicity and fierceness of the folk customs of the Central Plains, that led to the peak of tomb robbing during the Republic of China.
, all kinds of casual thieves emerge in an endless stream, but ancient tombs are non-renewable resources, and each one dug up will lead to fierce competition, bloodshed, and conspiracy among the tomb robbers. Later, a single tomb robber could not survive.
Afterwards, they formed gangs and formed a tomb robbing organization similar to the underworld forces.
My old Zhao family, relying on that feng shui mystical book, no one could master the ability to find dragons, dig holes, and locate tombs, and gradually developed into a tomb robbing gang with the Zhao family village as the core.
It has also experienced many changes in the times, the biggest being the several major movements after the founding of New China, the destruction of the Four Olds, the Cultural Revolution, etc., and the family's power was greatly impacted.
But heritage is heritage, and a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Although the power of my old Zhao family has shrunk, it still accounts for most of the antique market in Luoyang City today.
And I, Zhao Sanliang, am the young master of a family of tomb robbers. This is how the following story unfolds. I am a child who grew up familiar with Feng Shui mystical books. In my time, there were no online novels.
So I just read this long-yellowing book as a novel about ghosts and monsters. However, bathed in the light of the five-star red flag, I don’t really believe in the theory of Feng Shui and geographical advantage. Perhaps I just admire the wisdom of Zhao Taizu.
Until today, when I decided to write this story, I recalled what was recorded in that book, and I changed from admiration to sincere admiration.
Perhaps the fate of my Zhao family was already revealed hundreds of years ago by Zhao Taizu, who spilled his blood on the Ming Palace.
Yes, all of this is fate.
——Introduction
Chapter One.
I opened an antique shop on the antique street here in Shibalipu, Luoyang City. The business was very bleak, but I didn't want to make money. The reason why my eldest brother decided to open this shop for me was because he saw that I was really bored.
, I was not willing to work at all after graduating from college. Instead, I was particularly interested in antiques due to family inheritance, and showed outstanding talent. I opened a shop for my entertainment, so that outsiders would see me as not a second-generation ancestor.
, spread the word and get a better reputation.
Second, it is indeed necessary to cover up people’s eyes. There is talk of money laundering in Hong Kong and Taiwan movies, and my old Zhao family, under the leadership of my eldest brother Zhao Shaopu, is still engaged in the back-and-forth business passed down from generation to generation, so the stolen goods need to be disposed of.
This shop of mine has a bit of a laundering quality.
On this day, I was sorting out the total expenses of the past month in the shop. After doing it for a while, I realized that losing money every month was really a very annoying thing, so I packed it up, put out the cigarette butts, and prepared to go to my brother's house.
There was some gold digging there, but at this moment, a customer came to the door.
The man who came here was very thin, quite tall, had a haircut, and wore a black windbreaker. This man gave the impression that he was just a clothes rack. Although he was as thin as a bamboo pole, his body proportions were very good.
Well proportioned.
It's just that his face is a little pale, pale.
When business came, he was a customer. I quickly came out of the counter and stretched out my hand to shake his hand, but he had no intention of shaking hands with me, which made my hand stretched out in the air very embarrassing.
Fortunately, I opened the door to welcome guests. I have met all kinds of guests. It is not surprising that they are so aloof. I smiled and said: Sir, do you want to see it yourself, or should I introduce it to you?
He was sitting on a chair. My chair was antique furniture. It was shaped like a chair and you could lie down on it lazily. It was very comfortable.
But as soon as he lay down, he seemed very tired and actually closed his eyes and fell asleep.
I called out tentatively: Is this sir?
He didn't move, and it looked like he was really tired. I muttered something crazy, because my family is considered a prominent family in Luoyang, and I didn't have to worry about the possibility of being hacked here, nor was I afraid that he was here to pick a fight, so I was ready.
Go back to the counter. We can't go gold mining now, so let's temporarily list the accounts for this quarter. Brother doesn't expect me to make money, but I can't let him pay back every month.
But as soon as I turned around, this pale-faced man suddenly said in a deep and hoarse voice: Pour me a glass of water.
I said hey, do you think I am a maid?
I looked back at him, and he just nodded slightly to me, which meant that the sentence just now was his.
I suppressed my impatience and decided in my mind that if he pulled me like this again, I would call my elder brother and bring someone to throw him out.
Although I thought this way, I still poured him a glass of boiling water in a disposable cup and put it on the table next to him. The boiling water was very hot, which made me cautious when serving it, but he just picked it up and drank it in one gulp.
.
I've seen people drinking like this, and I already admire them, but people drinking boiled water like this almost made me kneel down. Is this guy not afraid of the heat? I immediately became respectful to such a capable person. I didn't think so before.
Patience is also gone.
After drinking the boiled water, he seemed to be a little more energetic. He looked at me lazily with half-open eyes, as if he were trying to pick a girl in a nightclub. Just when I looked impatient, he suddenly asked me:
: Are you Zhao Sanliang?
When I heard that he recognized me, I was a little puzzled and said: Yes, sir, what do you want from me?
He stretched out his right hand, and I found a piece of ancient jade in his hand. The quality of the jade was very ordinary, and it could be worth 30,000 to 50,000 yuan. But when I took a closer look, I was instantly pleasantly surprised.
Because the jade in his hand has an outlined pattern on it, and if you look carefully, you can see that there are symbols marked on the pattern.
Now it is valuable, this is an ancient map! And this kind of map engraved on ancient jade pieces or silk books is called a treasure map in the market!
I hid my excitement. This is how business is done, especially antiques. When people come to sell something, if you reveal your love, they will ask for a huge price. On the contrary, you have to show indifference to lower the price. I will
Said: Brother, this jade is of average quality, are you ready to take action?
But he stared at me and asked expressionlessly: Don't you recognize this piece of ancient jade?
I searched through my brain's storage of antiques, but couldn't find any information about this piece of jade, so I shook my head and said: This guy is joking, how can I recognize your things?
After he saw my questioning expression, a look of disappointment flashed across his face, he withdrew his hand and continued to hide it in the sleeves of his long windbreaker. He still stared at me closely and said word by word.
:
My name is Zhao Wuji, Zhao Jianguo.
My expression instantly froze on my face, Zhao Jianguo! This is the name of my father who has been missing for twenty years! There has been no news from him for twenty years. This is the first time in recent years that someone has mentioned the three words Zhao Jianguo.
!
I asked almost tremblingly: Do you know my father, Zhao Jianguo?
He closed his eyes and nodded as if very tired. He said softly: