When Jin Pingmei heard that there was a way out, his spirits were lifted, but his schedule was too tight and he didn't have time to go to Hunan to transfer goods. While waiting for the train, he directly picked a piece of jade from his neck and gave it to me. It was a piece of jade from the Song Dynasty.
"Through the Heart Green", it was a little damaged when it was unearthed and could not be repaired. It was specially worn by two little girls aged 17 or 18 for several years. After the jade eyes were nourished, it was carved into a mother's money pendant.
Let’s not talk about the value of cultural relics. The jade itself is quite expensive. Even Zhao Yingjun feels a little sad to give such a thing away.
But Jin Pingmei looked very indifferent. I admire him very much. People who do great things know how to make choices.
We rushed to Tongbai as quickly as possible. The last time I came here, Brother Wen led the way. Because I didn’t expect to come again in the future, I didn’t remember the way at that time. It’s a bit troublesome to walk now, but the mountainous area of Tongbai
The products are rich, especially in this season. People in the mountains often bring mountain goods to sell outside. We met the people selling mountain goods, asked for directions, and after exploring for a while, we found the village where Huang Po lived.
It was a coincidence that I came here this time. There was no white grass hanging outside Huang Po's door, which meant that she was idle. When Huang Po saw me, her expression was quite calm, which made me wonder, did the old woman know that I would still be there?
Coming again?
I have only met Huang Po once, but according to my observation, this weird old woman is actually very kind-hearted, but her appearance can be misleading. And the last time I left a good impression on Huang Po,
I stood outside the door and took out the piece of "heart-through green", and then told Mrs. Huang that I had to trouble her with something. I smiled apologetically and yelled at each other, Jin Pingmei didn't speak, but behind me
He stood very upright, only Zhao Yingjun looked around with unshaven beard, just like a thief entering the village. I regretted bringing this guy here, I should have let him stay outside the village.
Mrs. Huang listened to me silently. Finally, she took the piece of old jade, but she kept holding it in her hand without looking at it. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Po Huang just agreed to help.
"Come in." Huang Po took the jade and turned around. Before I could say anything, Zhao Yingjun behind said thank you and squeezed toward the door. But Huang Po stopped and said without looking back: "Come in, those two behind you
Can’t enter.”
"Grandma Huang, this is..."
"There is too much blood on their hands." Huang Po slowly turned her face and said, "There will be trouble if you enter this yard."
I was stunned for a moment, and then I realized that when Huang Po said there was too much blood, she meant that she had killed someone. I couldn't help but look at Zhao Yingjun and Jin Pingmei. Not to mention Zhao Yingjun, a bastard, and Jin Pingmei, a gentle person.
Man, have you ever done this before?
"How do you say this?" Zhao Yingjun quickly defended: "We are decent people, and our ancestors have been good people for eighteen generations..."
"Don't say more." Jin Pingmei stopped Zhao Yingjun, stepped back, and asked me to go in alone. Zhao Yingjun refused to accept it, glanced at the yard with evil eyes, and mumbled to express his dissatisfaction.
"Don't cause trouble." I told Zhao Yingjun before entering the door: "If they don't let you in, just be honest."
"Am I the sneaky kind of person?"
After I entered the yard, I closed the door behind my back, and Mrs. Huang took me to the room where Chen Yu had done the ritual before. The old woman was very strange. There was no electric light in the house, so she always used candles for lighting. We had just entered the door not long ago, and before we had time to talk,
I heard a sudden thumping sound in the yard. I opened the door and saw that Zhao Yingjun jumped over the wall and jumped in. However, after landing, his legs seemed to be weak and he could not stand firmly. He was thrashing about in place.
A large cloud of dust was stirred up.
Huang Po stood in the room and watched coldly without saying anything. Zhao Yingjun fluttered for a while, rolled and crawled open the courtyard door and ran out. I was so angry that I chased him out and scolded him. He didn't dare to say anything anymore, so he
He muttered that this yard was very evil.
I ran back to apologize to Mrs. Huang, but she didn't care and closed the door again. I first took out the box containing the silk painting and showed it to her.
The yellowed silk paintings were spread flat on the table, illuminated only by a candle, but Po Huang seemed to be able to see clearly in this lighting environment.
"Grandma Huang, can you see anything?"
She didn't answer, still looking at it, and then took the silk painting in her hand. After about a few minutes, I saw Mrs. Huang's hand shaking slightly, and a rare and incredible expression on her face.
"Where did this painting come from?"
"I got it from someone." I had considered it before I came here. I couldn't completely lie to Mrs. Huang, but I couldn't tell the whole truth either.
"Do you know how many years ago this painting was?"
"Probably, one or two thousand years?"
"Thirty-eight years ago." Huang Po put down the silk painting in her hand. She lowered her head and the five fingers of her right hand were opening and closing rapidly, not knowing what she was doing.
I don't know what basis Huang Po used to calculate the specific age of this silk painting, and it was directly accurate to a certain year. However, the approximate age is similar to what we have judged before, a little more than two thousand years. I feel a little excited, and at the same time
I felt a little uneasy. I thought Mrs. Huang must have seen something from this silk painting, but she didn't speak. The dark room suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere was very strange.
She didn't speak, and just kept her head down. I sat there for a long time, and I couldn't bear it anymore, so I asked her softly: "Grandma Huang, are there any taboos in this painting?"
"No, I just didn't expect it." Huang Po was interrupted by me, raised her head, and said: "The person in this painting is extremely evil. There is no taboo. I am just afraid that you won't believe it if I tell you.
"
When she said this, I immediately felt that I had found the right person this time. I didn't mention a word about other details of this silk painting, but Huang Po could still detect so much.
"Grandma Huang, tell me."
"The person painted in this painting is an intersex person." Huang Po spread out the silk painting again, pointed at its face, and said: "Intersex person."
The intersex person that Huang Po talks about has nothing to do with the kind of hermaphrodites we usually hear about. The intersex person she talks about is a very strange concept. The yin in yin and yang is the underworld, and the yang is our world. The so-called yin and yang
It is said that people have achieved a certain kind of transcendence. They have no concept of life and death and can travel between yin and yang on their own.
Intersex people are people who can travel between the yin and yang worlds.
Of course, this statement is only a very vague conclusion and is an explanation for this phenomenon by some "immortal masters" and "magical men" in the past.
"This man has died many times and lived many times."
I don't know at all whether I should believe in the concept of "hermaphrodites", but the cold-faced people and silk paintings I saw in the underground space at that time made me subconsciously aware of his weirdness. It is precisely because of this subconscious
Yes, I actually believe most of Huang Po’s words.
However, I still think it's quite nonsense, the underworld? Does that exist? Huang Po can see that this is an intersex person, but she doesn't know how to travel through yin and yang, life and death, otherwise everyone can travel through both worlds. That's the nature of intersex people
Secrets that talents may know.
"Grandma Huang, when did this person in the painting come from?"
"He has been here since the time this painting was painted."
"Yes... that's it..." Although I was mentally prepared, I was still shocked when I heard what Huang Po said. The cold-faced man has been living from two thousand years ago to now?
At first glance, this seems unbelievable, but only in this way can we explain why the cold-faced man himself is painted in the paintings two thousand years ago. Other than that, there is no other explanation. Maybe it is because of this
The reason is that a cold-faced person is not afraid of death. He does things like suicide that have no room for regret, and he just does it.
He is a man who is not afraid of death, he said it himself.
I lowered my head and kept asking myself: Do you believe this? That a person can live from two thousand years ago to now?
Huang Po didn't bother me and just let me think by myself. After thinking for a while, I suddenly felt something was wrong and asked Huang Po: "This kind of intersex person will not die completely, right?"
"For intersex people, there is no life or death. There is not much difference between life and death. Life is death and death is life."
No, this is definitely not right. I patted my head and thought of a flaw, or something unreasonable.
If the cold-faced man is really what Huang Po said, a hermaphrodite with no concept of life and death, then he has enough time to do whatever he wants. If this is the case, then there is no need for him to leave a message to his accomplices. He is completely
You can come back to life and tell your accomplices what you want to convey in person, which is safer and will not leak out. A character like the cold-faced man will not make such a stupid mistake.
But he happened to make a mistake. He left the consciousness information on the hidden tree ring stone, using the stone as a medium to transmit information. He may know that few people in the world know about the transmission of consciousness information, but that doesn't mean
Representing absolute safety, Zhao Yingjun saw through his attempt.
What does it mean if he knowingly commits a crime? It can only mean that he has no choice but to do this.
When all kinds of inferences are spread out, you will find that there are many contradictions in them. I think the death of the cold-faced man this time is a complete and real death? So he left a message?
Thinking of this, I took out the growth ring stone again, handed it to Huang Po, and asked her to take a look. Now it seems that the information contained in this growth ring stone is extremely important. Perhaps only by interpreting this information can we