In 218 AD, Cao Cao, who was in the Three Kingdoms period, promulgated a will in Xuchang, stating that the site of the mausoleum should be located in a barren land, buried deep in flat ground, without sealing or trees, and that there would be no gold or jade treasures in the mausoleum.
After Cao Cao's death in 200 AD, seventy-two suspected tombs were built to fear that his tomb might be excavated.
According to unofficial records, before Cao Cao died, he ordered the execution of eighteen of his subordinates, Colonel Mojin, and their burials, to prevent anyone from digging suspicious graves according to Captain Mojin’s ghostly methods!
Unfortunately, contrary to expectations, one of the eighteen captains escaped and disappeared into the vast world without a trace...
The memories left behind in ancient times disappeared without a trace as time passed. In the blink of an eye, 1800 years passed...
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Ziyun Mountain is located in Ziyun Town, Xiangcheng County, Xuchang City. Ziyun Mountain belongs to the eastern foothills of Funiu Mountain and has nine mountains and eighteen peaks, as well as five lakes and one river.
There are often brocade-like clouds and purple air surrounding the mountain top, which is a good omen for the purple air coming from the east, hence the name: Ziyun.
On Shiding Peak, the third peak of Ziyun, there is a crater formed hundreds of millions of years ago. A clear spring flows into Tianchi. At the foot of the mountain, there is a small village with about a hundred households called Liujiatun.
Early this morning, the sky was bright, and the rare firecrackers in Liujiatun were blasting together, creating a lively scene. The old salesman who got up early heard the sound and felt happy. He secretly said that there was a wedding in the village, a glass of mixed water and wine, and a bowl of stewed meat.
There is no problem with the tooth beating ceremony.
The old salesman carried a swaying load of groceries, feeling very happy. He slowly walked behind the old village chief, who was standing in the cold wind, stroking his gray beard, looking proud and happy, and asked with a smile:
"Brother, is there a wedding in the village today? Which family's girl wants to get married?"
When the old village chief heard this, his face like a withered tree twitched. He turned his head and rolled his eyes at the drooling old salesman. He instantly saw through his little Jiujiu and lowered his head and said:
"Just listen to me. That old man Liu Shiliu died three days ago and is going to be buried today. How do you expect his prodigal grandson to give you a drink? He hasn't come back yet."
The old salesman was shocked when he heard this, his eyes flickered, and he said strangely:
"I saw that you were so happy, and I thought you were marrying someone. Hey! It's worth it that Liu Shiliu died. He was over a hundred years old this year..."
"Yes, I am one hundred and eight years old this year. It's time to go. It's good to go. Liujiatun has finally got rid of a scourge. It will lead to a peaceful life in the future..."
The old village chief had a wry smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with joy.
As the saying goes, good people don't live long, and disasters live for thousands of years. What they are talking about is Liu Shiliu, who has died. This kind of person has become a master with old age and is begging for meat on the hob.
It was a good year for the cold weather this year, and there was hope for a bumper harvest next year, but Liu Shiliu, who had suffered thousands of blows, suddenly died.
The entrance to the village was densely packed with people. The entire Liujiatun, men, women, old and children, all came out to surround the narrow path in the middle of the village.
The simple and honest villagers lined up to admire the skinny Liu Shiliu lying in a thin-skinned coffin outside the dilapidated thatched house. They commented with relish and lamented that God had opened his eyes and finally accepted this ungrateful beast that was disrespectful to the elderly and brought harm to the village.
The long-lost joy came so suddenly. When the villagers saw Liu Shiliu's hardened body, they couldn't believe that this old evil beast had really died?
The young and strong young men in the village bravely pushed forward and reached into the thin-skinned coffin to see if the old man was still breathing.
Flowery branches, young girls in red and green, and a bunch of old aunts stood far away, remembering some embarrassing past events, their faces were red and shy, like overripe rotten peaches.
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The group of old men who couldn't stand up were the most calm. They basked in the warm sun, squinting their eyes slightly and remembering the bitterness and sweetness. They compared Liu Shiliu's death with the bumper harvest in the coming year.
The long-lost but yet similar feeling of joy comes over, making people unable to stop feeling like they are on top. They can only smoke cigarettes to alleviate the adverse symptoms of elevated blood pressure.
Liu Shiliu, the hob-sword man, lived to be a hundred and eight years old. From the time he was able to run away in the village, he brought disaster to Liujiatun for a full hundred years.
It has been a disaster for a whole hundred years. More than one word can describe the tragedy? At least four words are needed: heartbroken and crazy...
Since this old man became sensible at the age of eight, there has never been a day of peace in the village. No matter which family the young girl, the old lady, or the eldest daughter-in-law belong to, they have never had a peaceful and good life.
You can imagine, from a ten-year-old girl, to a wife as hungry and thirsty as a wolf, to an old aunt who is still pregnant, who wouldn't take a bath and wipe herself with vigilance every day, like guarding against thieves?
If your man makes any mistake in keeping Liu Shiliu's gray and wretched head, he will definitely appear under his window sill and silently stare at his mother-in-law...
This point makes all the young and old in Liujiatun confused. How can this old guy have so much energy when he is over a hundred years old?
Looking at the white flowers and the watery body, where can the evil fire of more than a hundred years be vented?
Or maybe the black dog Liu Shiliu raised was just for the job of purging fire?
However, the black dog called Lao Hei is a male dog that pulls his balls while running away...
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"Dad, do you think our family should buy some firecrackers to cheer us up?"
Li Ergou, the silly son of the village chief Li Lai from a rich family, was beaming with joy and excitedly asked his father, who was the chief of the village.
For Liu Shiliu, who always happened to appear when his wife Cuihua was taking a bath, Li Ergou hated him so much that his hands and feet cramped. He looked forward to the stars and the moon. He was so happy to finally see this old dog die...
Although Li Ergou's voice was not loud, it could be heard by the whole village!
Hearing this, all the villagers in Liujiatun looked at the old village chief Li Laifu.
"Don't worry, right? His only grandson Liu Shiba hasn't come back yet. No matter what, we have to let the little villain see his grandfather. If there is no movement at noon, just bury him first, and then you can go to the town to buy firecrackers. Buy two.
One hundred thousand rings..."
Li Laifu put his hands behind his back with great authority and looked extra calm with his beard raised. He thought back and added:
"Buy two, it's a happy day!"
When the villagers heard this, they immediately beamed with joy and nodded in praise: Li Laifu is a man of great wisdom.
"That old guy Liu Shiliu is dead. Next year all the young men in our village will go out to work. What will happen to the rice seedlings in the fields? Although that old guy is a slut, he is a good hand at planting rice. His body and bones are worthy of his past.
He is a person who has served as a battalion commander in the national army."
Someone's blind daughter-in-law muttered something, and the joyful discussion came to an abrupt end. The door of the thatched house became eerily quiet for a moment, and a cold wind blew, scaring the old Liu family's black dog and ran away...
"That's right, although Liu Shiliu's Hob Meat is a bit older, he has good martial arts skills. He can get the Hob Meat from hundreds of miles away. He goes to the mayor every time to ask for subsidies from the village..."
Another ignorant villager answered, causing the silent villagers to suddenly start whispering among themselves.
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