My chest was rising and falling, and I was breathing heavily.
Look up.
An old man wearing Taoist clothes appeared in front of him.
This old man has thin features, white beard and hair, a goatee, and is wearing a green Taoist robe. He is holding a ruler in his hand and is looking at me with a smile.
Although his face is old, his hands have thin skin and white flesh, and their fingers are slender, like the hands of a young girl.
He patted it gently with his hand, and Lao Tian was like a deflated rubber ball. He lay on the ground motionless with a pop.
"You...who are you..."
The old man took back his ruler, stroked his goatee, and said with a smile: "Layman, the old Taoist Yan Xiazi, Yufeng Bidong Zhenren."
"You...you are Chen Qingjue??"
After I finished speaking, I was stunned, and when I realized what I was saying, I burst out laughing twice.
The old Taoist priest smiled and said, "Why are you laughing?"
I got up from the ground, patted the dirt on my body and said, "I'm laughing that I'm dreaming, I'm laughing that Brother Yu is fine, Brother Yu is not dead."
"Haha, this dream was so fucking awesome. I even met a Taoist priest from the Qing Dynasty."
"You say I'm awesome or not," I said to the old man with a smile.
This old Taoist priest with a celestial spirit was startled and asked: "Buddha, may I ask what you mean by being awesome?"
"How do you want me to explain this?"
"Awesome is awesome. You've been dead for so many years, how do you know that? We still say you're awesome."
"Why...."
The old Taoist priest sighed, shook his head and said, "Bulk, you have six impure roots and do many evil things. Although you are not destined to be a Taoist sect, you are destined to me."
"Taoist Priest, you are right. I have done many evil things. Why, you want to reform me? I woke up immediately. I have had this kind of dream too many times."
"No, no."
The old Taoist priest, still smiling, looked at me and said, "The layman has been trained in the Luoyin Contemplation, so you and I can have this moment together."
"You have ancient witchcraft that cannot be cured, and even an experienced person cannot see through it."
"Today's scene will be confirmed in a few days. I save your two lives. I really have something to ask for."
"You tell me, I'll listen."
I knew that what he said in the dream was all nonsense, so I wasn't afraid, so I chatted with him.
The old Taoist priest said in an ethereal voice: "One thing, please help me open the last door."
"Goodbye."
.....
"Hey! Hey!"
"Mineko! Mineko!"
I opened my eyes and saw Dou Sprouts' big face first.
"What the hell! What's wrong with you? You're calling Brother Yu by his name, and you're crying and screaming. It's scary."
I sat up and saw that Brother Yu was still fine, and my head, Achun Xiaoxuan, was fine too.
I didn’t dare to say whether this dream was evil or not. I just said that I was too tired and had a nightmare after falling asleep. It was okay.
Xiaoxuan said: "Is everything okay? You don't know, we were really frightened just now. It took several people to hold you down. What did you call awesome or a Taoist priest?"
"Hey, it's okay. Do you think something's wrong with me? Stop talking."
"Head, how shall we continue?" I asked.
"Then keep doing it."
He nodded his head and said, "We don't have many wooden boards to use. We hope we can dig out the initiation soon."
"Is there any initiation?"
The head answered me and said: "Based on my experience, in the early days, hollow bricks were not used, and bluestone strips were most likely used. Initiation can also be used, and bluestone roofing can be used. Looking at this, I am afraid of encountering accumulated stones."
I was afraid that something would happen, so my prediction was correct and I dug out rocks.
This paste-like soil layer suddenly disappeared when it was dug six or seven meters underground, and was replaced by a layer of small and large gravels.
A vertical hole like this is very dangerous. We drilled down the middle of the board and tied a rope around our waists.
This is not like the Guozhuang Chu Tomb discovered in Li Xiang. That tomb was made of quicksand and accumulated stones. There were more than twenty holes in the rammed earth layer, none of which could be drilled down.
When we dug this, there were many small and large gravels under the rammed soil layer. The big stones weighed one to two hundred kilograms, and the small ones were as big as fists. The stones were filled with soil.
You have to be careful when dealing with this kind of thing. We brought our things in the bags on our backs.
