The expression on Director Xiong's face was a little ugly, so I smiled nonchalantly: "Director Sun and I both saw it just now. It's okay. You handled it well. It was just a warning shot. It's no big deal. Director Sun and I both saw it."
It’s a witness.”
"Several leaders, let's talk about our affairs first. My brother-in-law and six others have been in the pit for more than half an hour. No one is alive or dead. Can you send someone down to take a look?
?" My third cousin came over.
"San Pao (Third Cousin's nickname)! You still have the nerve to come here! It's all your fault!" Grandpa was a coward to his cousin. Third Cousin dodged and ran away: "They themselves
It's none of my business to come," the third cousin shouted as he ran.
Grandpa was still angry, so he took off his shoes and threw them at the back of his head: "If you don't tell them, they will know! You wasteful thing." My father, my second uncle, and my third uncle were blocking me from behind.
Pull the frame off.
The village chiefs waiting nearby persuaded me and pulled my grandfather away. One of the village chiefs came over and said to my grandfather: "Uncle Shen, what San Pao said is right, don't worry about what's going on below.
What's the matter? Those people haven't moved yet, so we have to go down and have a look."
"Go down? It's too late!" Monk Xiao said coldly from the side. When grandpa was chasing Sanpao just now, he stood by the big pit and looked down for a while. He was cold when he heard someone saying that he wanted to go down.
He said something coldly.
Several people in the pit were neighbors of the village chief, and one of them was his nephew. Hearing what Monk Xiao said, he felt a little unhappy: "Old Master Xiao, what are you talking about? Why is it too late? Why don't you go down and see you?"
What do you know? Don’t act like a fool all day long.”
"You want to take a look? Okay, I'll let you see it clearly without going down." Monk Xiao said, taking out a handful of burning paper from his arms, changing his position, taking out another piece of talisman paper, and folded this talisman paper
Inside the burning paper, the burning paper stretched out to the area of the big pit and burned on the spot. It seemed that the burning paper seemed to have been dampened, and the fire was not big, but it burned thick smoke.
Although the smoke was strong, it was not choking. Suddenly, the village chief pointed at the smoke and shouted: "Wang Qing, Wang Mao!..." The faces of two people appeared in the smoke. One stared and stuck out his tongue, and the other looked ashen. This
Neither of them were living figures. Then, several more faces emerged from the smoke, but at a glance, it was clear that these were no longer living people.
The village chief sat down and looked at Monk Xiao who looked indifferent: "Are they really... dead?"
Monk Xiao nodded: "Didn't you see everything? This is their fate. This is their fate. No one can escape." After saying that, Mr. Xiao looked back at my grandfather and said, "Old guy, I will be with you all my life.
You hit it off, and I originally wanted to be with you for a few more years. Alas, this is my fate too. Little Lazi, Director Sun, you are going to go down with me for a visit later. I hope everything is okay..."
Before he finished speaking, Grandpa interrupted him: "Can't you go alone?"
Grandpa's answer left Monk Xiao speechless. After all, he is still inferior to his own grandson after being an old friend for decades. Grandpa is also very aggrieved. The old Shen family has had such a director for many generations. There is no need to follow you to death.
?(Grandpa later told his true thoughts. In fact, he wanted Director Sun Desheng to accompany Monk Xiao down there)
"I have been friends with you for decades? Can't you lend me your grandson? Besides, why are you worried about me being here?" Monk Xiao said angrily.
Grandpa's face was also flushed: "Are you here? You have already said your last words. What's the use of being here?"
"I was just being polite...who knew you were not polite to me at all!"
At the end of the story, grandpa said he was getting impatient and wanted to go down with Xiao Laodao. Everyone around him was dumbfounded. Fatty Sun said regardless of the occasion: "The wind is rustling and the water is cold. The two of you are going to the pit."
"Fu Huan" I was so angry that I kicked the fat guy hard in the back.
Finally, Monk Xiao swore to the sky that there was nothing under the pit and that he could deal with it with one hand. I just wanted to use my heavenly eyes. Fatty Sun went down to borrow his official authority. Grandpa agreed for us to go down.
Originally, Third Uncle wanted to go down with us, but Monk Xiao shook his head: "Your horoscope is too strong, it will be neither good for you nor us if you go down, so let's forget it."
"Then we can't just go down there with the three of you. It's too unsafe." When he heard that we were going down into the pit, Director Xiong shook his head repeatedly. He couldn't bear the responsibility of two department directors having an accident on his property.
,
"Yeah, it's a bit inappropriate for the three of us to go down," Monk Xiao looked directly at Director Xiong and said, which made Director Xiong feel very scared: "Old Taoist, tell me what you mean, don't stare like that.
I read!"
Monk Xiao pulled Xiong Ba aside, "Old Xiong, you see, it is really not appropriate for the two leaders to follow me down. How about... you go down together? If nothing else, I have you, Old Xiong, to follow you, Old Shen."
They can rest assured that they are up there. Besides, County Magistrate Gan and his friends will come later. I heard that the two department chiefs went into the pit, and you, the police station director, are lying there. What can Gan Daye think in his heart?
Do you still want to be the director?"
Xiong Ba frowned after hearing this: "Old Xiao, please give me some real information. What is underneath? Are all those boys dead?"
Monk Xiao blinked his eyes and said: "To be honest, I don't know whether they killed me or not. It was just a little trick, and the village chief kept pestering them. Those little brats might have started a fight down below, and the spoils were unevenly divided.
"
Director Xiong looked at the entrance of the pit and hesitated for a moment, then finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! I'll go down, Mr. Xiao, if you dare to lie to me, I'll squeeze out your dick down there!"
Monk Xiao's smile was a little stiff: "How could it be? Didn't I go down with you? You are really suspicious... By the way, Lao Xiong, in addition to your June 4 gunmen, let's deal with some tougher guys."
Xiong Ba had questions as soon as he heard this: "Why do you ask this? What is underneath? Please explain clearly."
"Didn't I tell you everything? I don't know. I'm afraid that if there's a snake, python, wild beast or something down there, your June 4th cannon won't be easy to use, right? Just be prepared."
Xiong Ba thought for a while but had nothing to say, so he opened the phone and asked the policeman staying at the police station to send two double-barreled shotguns and dozens of shotgun bullets (turned in by the villagers last month). Everything was ready, and finally
Got into a trap.
Grandpa arranged for someone to dig a few stakes at the entrance of the pit, and then removed the pulley from the village well and tied it to the stakes. He found some hemp ropes and twisted them into a single thread and tied them to the pulleys, and put a wicker basket on the ropes.
After the third uncle tried it and found no problem, he pointed to the wicker basket and said, "Which one of you will go down first?" As soon as he finished speaking, all six eyes stared at Monk Xiao.
"Why are you looking at me?" Mr. Xiao said, "Bah!" and said, "I'm over sixty, and I'm looking at seven people. Are you guys so embarrassed to let me go down first?"
"Old Taoist, you look like you are only about forty years old. You are getting stronger as you age. Besides, your film and television entertainment company has also opened, and your lifelong wish is almost fulfilled. You go first, I think it will be fine." Fatty Sun smiled.
said.
Looking at Monk Xiao's appearance, I couldn't bear it. After all, he had watched me grow up and was in his 70s. Do I really want him to go down first? When I was about to say that I wanted to go down first, grandpa suddenly became weird.
I coughed, and when I looked at him, he was winking at me. He didn't trust my eldest grandson.
Just when I was stunned, Director Xiong said: "I'll get off first. You guys wake up and pull the rope immediately if something goes wrong. Who, give me the flashlight." As he said that, Director Xiong was already squatting down.
When he got to the wicker basket, he tied the flashlight to the shotgun, grabbed the gun with one hand and the rope with the other, and said: "Okay, let it go, slow down..."
Six young men placed the rope bit by bit at the entrance of the pit and sent Director Xiong into the pit. At first, you could hear Xiong Ba shouting again: "Slow down..." "Why are you so anxious? Slow down a bit, you guys
I play it too fast and I feel dizzy..." However, his voice became smaller and smaller, and until he finally stood at the entrance of the pit, he could not hear what Director Xiong was saying.
After about five minutes, Director Xiong finally reached the bottom of the pit: "Send another one down..."
The second one was me. The process was the same as that of Xiong Ba, so there is no need to describe it. After arriving at the bottom of the pit, I felt a biting cold air blowing over me. The old bear was standing on the edge of the bottom of the pit, spinning in circles while freezing:
"Director Shen, it's so cold down here..." I moved my limbs and said, "Maybe it's because we're under the river," and then I shouted to the top: "Bring some thick clothes down here."
I used a flashlight to look at the surrounding environment. The walls and floor were all pitch black. What kind of gold ingots could there be? I couldn't see the boys who went into the pit before. There was a big hole in front, and there seemed to be a road in it.
The third person to come down was Fatty Sun. He actually took down a few pieces of clothing, but unfortunately they were all thin (taken from the person above). Something is better than nothing. Director Xiong and I each put on a few pieces.
It just feels a little better.
Xiao Laodao was the fourth one to come down. He was carrying a shotgun on his back (it was Fatty Sun who originally took it, but he snatched it away, saying it could be used as a walking stick below) and shakily got down from the wicker basket.
Fatty Sun rubbed his hands in coldness, and the breath he exhaled was filled with white mist: "Old Taoist, why is it so cold here?"
"It's Yin Qi." Monk Xiao circled around the bottom of the pit, turned to me and said, "Little Lazi, can you see anything?"
I shook my head and said, "I don't feel anything. You said it was Yin Qi, but it doesn't sound like it. When the ghost opera was being performed, Yin Qi condensed into mist. I can still see it. But there is nothing here, it's just cold. Why do you say that?"
Is there any yin energy here?"
Monk Xiao rubbed his hands and said: "The Yin Qi you saw during the ghost show is the ghost's Qi, which is tangible. The current Yin Qi is emitted from the extremely dark places in nature. It is invisible. It is your heavenly eye.
Even if it is fully open, you can only feel it and not see a trace.
Director Xiong on the side became more and more confused as he listened: "Old Xiao, what are you talking about? What else are you hiding from me, Yin Qi ghost?"
Seeing that Director Xiong was anxious, Monk Xiao smiled: "We were talking about why it is so cold, and you also said it. I am a seasoned Taoist, so of course I speak with some words of yin and yang, five elements, and ghosts in the yang world. Stop guessing. I
Before I came down, I happened to catch up with the county magistrate of Gan Daye Gan who arrived at the scene. He also asked who was in charge here. I picked Brother Thumb on the spot and said it was Director Xiong. He heard that some people were missing, so he went down to the pit to rescue him personally.
. County Magistrate Gan kept praising you.
"What you said sounds like the truth. I don't know if what you said is true or not. I think you are probably fooling me." Director Xiong said he didn't believe it, but the expression on his face said he believed it 80%: "Xiao
Old Taoist, what should we do now? Go forward? There is a big hole in front of us."
"Why are you in a hurry? There is still a small process, we can finish it before we leave." Xiao Laodao said, taking things out of his Taoist robe unhurriedly. A small wine cup, a few copper coins, and a three-inch long rod.
The incense. In front of us, Monk Xiao used a flashlight to draw a circle on the ground. Four copper coins were placed neatly outside the circle, and a few crooked patterns were drawn around each coin.
mantra. Finally, insert the short incense stick in the center of the circle.
It looked familiar to me: "Old Xiao, are you bowing to the square formation? You also bowed first and then sent troops? Is it too late to bow now? I remember it was placed on top. Is it still useful after it is down?"
"Hmph!" Monk Xiao sneered: "Four Square Formation? Do you still want to pay respects? Gao Liang taught you? Salute first and then send troops? The old way never does that! Watch and learn. This is called the Blazing Yin Formation, which is specially used for
Come to break the Yin Qi." Then he took out a dagger from his arms, looked at me, hesitated for a moment, then hid the dagger behind his back, turned to Fatty Sun and said: "Little Fatty, come here.
Do me a favor."
Who knows that Fatty Sun glanced at him: "Bah! Do you think I am blind? You clearly want to bleed me and use my blood as a primer to set up an array. I have never eaten pork and I have never seen a pig run away.
Huh? There are too many people in the polling bureau who are playing your tricks!"
"Forget it if you don't come, Lazi, or... why are you hiding? A little blood is enough. You guys in your twenties and you are so vigorous don't care about that little blood." Seeing me hiding, Xiao Laodao looked at Xiong Ba, just now
When he wanted to speak, Director Xiong glared, but Monk Xiao did not dare to speak and swallowed his words again.
With no choice, Monk Xiao had no choice but to attack himself. He pricked his thumb with the tip of a knife, squeezed a few drops of blood into the wine cup. Then he placed the wine cup in front of the incense stick, and finally took out a lighter to light the incense stick.
With.
After the incense was burned, a strange scene happened. Monk Xiao fanned the slowly rising smoke. The smoke did not dissipate, but also changed its direction. It no longer rose upward, but was like a line, going sideways.