Soon Zhou Zijing made two simple torches. Wu Dazhi looked at him, as if asking where these things came from. In his estimation, Zhou Zijing would never be able to make these so quickly.
"Don't ask, your fat brother still has some skills!"
Zhou Zijing understood the meaning in Wu Dazhi's eyes and curled his lips, somewhat dissatisfied that he looked down upon him.
Wu Dazhi didn't say anything else and walked around the small courtyard slowly with a torch.
Finally, his eyes rested on the broken door that had fallen to the ground. There seemed to be something stuck on it.
"What are you looking at?" Zhou Zijing smoked a cigarette and then came over again.
Wu Dazhi stretched out his hand to wipe off the dust on the wooden door. Pasted on the door was a portrait of Universal Eye Bodhisattva, holding a vajra pestle, wearing a phoenix-winged helmet, dark cloud soap boots, and yellow chain mail.
"Dazhi, who is this? It looks familiar, seems to be..." Zhou Zijing stared at it for a long time, but couldn't see anything.
If it weren't for the fact that the torch in his hand was made by Zhou Zijing, Wu Dazhi would have really wanted to poke his anus with the torch.
Wu Dazhi stood up and gave a helpless smile: "It's not terrible to be uneducated, but to do something, you have to be good at it. You should have this awareness. This is Wei Tuo."
"Keduo? Not the protector?"
"Starting from the Song Dynasty, Chinese temples began to use Feng Weituo, who became the Weituo Bodhisattva. He often stood behind the Maitreya Buddha statue and faced the main hall. He could suppress ghosts and exorcise demons, and he could also protect Buddhism..."
Wu Dazhi explained to Zhou Zijing and continued walking forward. Fortunately, the courtyard was not big, so he had a clear view of the small courtyard in a short time.
Finally, Wu Dazhi returned before breaking the door. He reached out and touched the painting, and a powerful force emerged from it.
"This Buddha painting should be from the hands of an eminent monk. It is full of power!" Wu Dazhi said, frowning deeper and deeper: "This courtyard is really weird..."
"Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? You can't understand such a simple question, go to hell!"
Wu Dazhi suddenly felt very depressed. Who had he offended in his previous life? God actually sent a stupid bird like Zhou Zijing to torture him.
"Damn Fatty, I'm telling you the current situation!" Wu Dazhi pulled Zhou Zijing to his side and said seriously:
"This place is not only barren mountains and ridges, but also a mass grave. Tell me, how many meanings can there be in placing a ghost-suppressing portrait here?"
As soon as Wu Dazhi made it clear, Zhou Zijing finally realized the seriousness of the problem, his heart was trembling, and his confidence was not as strong as before:
"Dazhi, what do you think we should do now? We..."
"Go in and take a look. First, fix the protective spell. If something goes wrong, let's run away!" After Wu Dazhi finished speaking, he took the lead to walk in.
There is only one house in the courtyard. The door is in vain and crumbling, and an unpleasant stench wafts out from inside from time to time.
Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing's stomachs were also churning, and they wished they could find a place to vomit immediately.
"I'm talking about ambition, something is wrong!" Zhou Zijing started to complain again while covering his mouth and nose.
This time Wu Dazhi didn't scold him, but nodded. Things were indeed getting weirder and weirder. There are two possibilities for this small shabby house:
First, there are ancestral halls built here by the descendants of the tombs or places where worship supplies are stored for the convenience of going up to the mountain to worship.
The second possibility is that this is Yizhuang. For a long time, the Northeast has been in chaos. Warfare and epidemics are common. Many people who come here have died in a foreign land. Looking at the people outside
Wild graves, this possibility is more likely.
With all kinds of thoughts in his mind, Wu Dazhi pushed it with his hand. The wooden door did not fall down, but slowly opened with a creak.
Zhou Zijing also followed over at this time. What caught their eyes were two large coffins, one pure black and one pure red. They were exquisite in style and exquisite in craftsmanship.
"Oh, it turns out to be Yizhuang!" Before Wu Dazhi could say anything, Zhou Zijing said first. Then he wanted to go forward and take a look at the two coffins, but Wu Dazhi stopped him.
"Damn fat man, can you think carefully with your head when doing things?"
Wu Dazhi pointed at the two coffins and said angrily:
"You don't have to step forward to see that these two coffins are not comparable to modern craftsmanship. I think even if they are not from the Liao Dynasty, they are at least from the Ming and Qing Dynasties!"
"This..." Wu Dazhi's words made Zhou Zijing take a few steps back. This was not good news. The smell of semen that had just dissipated was still fresh in Zhou Zijing's memory. Obviously, that smell
It emanates from these two things.
Even if these two coffins are not from the Liao Dynasty but from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, they still have hundreds of years of history. Under normal circumstances, not to mention the flesh of the dead people inside, even the bones and residue would be rotten away, so there would be no stench.
"Dazhi, we are both good at this. We originally wanted to hide from those gangsters, but we unexpectedly ended up in Yizhuang!"
To be honest, Wu Dazhi was exhausted from the night's struggle. If it were normal times, the two of them might not be so wary at all and would have taken preemptive action long ago.
But the situation is different now. There seems to be a faint noise coming from the bottom of the mountain. It should be the gangsters from before chasing them to the foot of the mountain.
Then there was a banging sound, which probably meant that Liu Ziyi's second-hand off-road vehicle had been brutally murdered.
Wu Dazhi was afraid that Zhou Zijing would fight for the car and was about to stop him. Unexpectedly, Zhou Zijing hummed an off-key tune and was not moved at all. He acted like it's not my thing and you can smash it at will.
"Damn it, fat man, when did you give up money so much? They are destroying cars, why don't you feel bad at all?"
"Just smash it, it's okay. I heard that Liu Ziyi is covered by comprehensive insurance. Besides, I think the car should be scrapped anyway. They can save money by smashing it!"
Wu Dazhi had to admire Zhou Zijing's calmness: "Fat man, you have made progress. Keep working hard next time!"
"Next time? Next time, it's my own car. How can I let them smash it like this? If I just touch my things, I have to fight them hard!"
Wu Dazhi curled his lips. Sure enough, Zhou Zijing, a fat guy like him, would never let go of anything that was closely related to his personal interests.
"Fat man, if you don't get down, they can come up. Just that broken car. Do you think you can eliminate the resentment of those gangsters? After smashing the car, and then the local people rush up, it won't take half an hour for us brothers to accompany them.
We stayed together forever with two coffins!"
As he said that, Wu Dazhi turned his eyes reluctantly to the two coffins. The black coffin was not as beautifully decorated as the red coffin, but it had a lot of accessories added to it.
For example, the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper, and the ink lines... Thinking about the portrait of Skanda posted outside, Wu Dazhi's body felt cold.