Volume 2 Dusty Memory Chapter 19 The Pixiu at the Palace
Perhaps Grandpa Grandpa's order was too strong, and the King of Hell refused to accept it. The moment the giant mouth had grazed his head, the black knife inlaid with gold on his waist started to buzz. The giant face howled, as if it had been greatly affected.
Pain, quickly avoided.
Sitting on the ground, my great-grandfather felt that his eyes were in a trance for a while, and then he realized that he was sitting in front of the mist. The thick fog was still four steps away from him, as calm as a mirror. His great-grandfather couldn't help but feel confused:
Could it be that he had never stepped into this mist? The next second he felt pain in his wrists. Grandpa looked down and saw obvious black handprints on both wrists.
At this time, Grandpa Grandpa only had one question in his mind: had he ever stepped into the mist? If not, why was there a black mark on the place where someone had just grabbed him? If so, he should have been sitting in the mist. There was an inexplicable feeling.
Fear swept through my heart. There seemed to be countless people buried under the leaves, and these people seemed to be still alive!
Just when doubts and fears were pestering my grandfather like maggots on his tarsus, the thick fog in front of him was like a tornado, and a small whirlpool appeared in the west of Hulukou. It was like a stone thrown into the calm lake.
, causing waves of excitement
Ripples. The ripples were getting bigger and bigger, but the vortex the size of a fist actually caused an uproar in the blink of an eye. The thick fog was calm one second, and the next moment it was turbulent. Grandpa was so frightened that he hurriedly ran away, fearing that the thick fog would blow.
It affects the fish in the pond.
The sight of turbid waves did not last long, and soon the thick fog was like water in a pool, pouring desperately towards the corner in the west. Grandpa looked at it for a while, and quickly pinched his thigh, although
It hurt like hell but I still couldn't believe what I was seeing.
This scene actually lasted for a quarter of an hour. When the last piece of thick fog disappeared, my great-grandfather saw it clearly. This thick layer of thick fog was actually a hundred meters long, and the white fog disappeared completely.
It's just a corner of the heavy fog, more like a tunnel opening through the fog.
At the end of the tunnel was a patch of emerald green, clearly a scene deep in the mountains. Only when the thick fog disappeared could Grandpa Grandpa see the scene in front of him clearly, but his attention did not seem to be entirely focused on these. He wanted to think more.
What I know is where did the thick fog go?
But what happened just now left Grandpa Grandpa with lingering fears, and he did not dare to get too close to the heavy fog, even if an empty tunnel appeared. So Grandpa Grandpa decided to observe from a distance. If he could not see any clues, he would definitely not take any more risks.
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Without the obstruction of the fog, my great-grandpa found a clue easily. There were three incense sticks placed on the ground due west. These three incense sticks were burning with traces of green smoke. Behind the green smoke, there was a palm-sized incense stick.
Jade carving of Pixiu.
"Pixiu? Why would such a good piece of jade be placed here casually?" Great Grandpa touched his head and said to himself, but he quickly denied his statement.
"If you take this thing out, someone will definitely charge a big price, and you will have no worries about eating it for a lifetime. Now that it is placed here, and Pixiu respectfully worshiped three incense sticks before, someone must have done it deliberately." Grandpa Grandpa thought as he said it.
, naturally associated with men.
The only people in this rural area who can come up with such good things are generous men, and nothing happened when the man got into the thick fog. It must be the credit of this brave man.
As for why Pixiu was placed due west, it also aroused Grandpa Grandpa's curiosity.
"Directly to the west is the Kan Palace. Above the ridge and below the ridge, it is an extremely dangerous place. There is no reason why a man would put Pixiu here. Does he want to die?" Great Grandpa always felt that the scene in front of him was related to Feng Shui.
Then he naturally applied the art of yin and yang.
"No, no, this man cherishes his life so ruthlessly. There is no way he would do something stupid like jumping into a pit of fire. There must be something weird here." The great-grandfather was even more sure that the man was weird, but he couldn't figure it out. The matter of yin and yang, Tai
Grandpa read the most in that notebook, so he recalled it and tried to find some clues.
"Kan hexagram, the ridge is on the ridge and the ridge is on the lower ridge. The upper danger and the lower danger are the situation of death. But whether it is extremely peaceful, it is not a bad idea to survive in death." Grandpa Grandpa quickly remembered this sentence in the note, and thought to himself about how to survive in death. How can this man survive?
Survival from death?
The great-grandfather narrowed his eyes and looked at everything in front of him, not allowing any oversight. But his eyes were sore after seeing it, and he couldn't see what was going on. The only exception was the three incense sticks and the Pixiu.
"What the hell, does this man still want to change his feng shui against nature?" Grandpa rubbed his eyes, muttered to himself, and then slapped the back of his head: "Yeah, why didn't I think of it? There are bumps up and down.
Fire and jade are said to be yang. When yin is changed to yang, it turns into the sunda above and sunda below, which is changed into the sunda hexagram.
After Grandpa's own analysis, he felt more and more that this man was hiding something secretly. A Miao man was actually well versed in the art of Feng Shui. He also thought that if he went into the mountains and met a man, he must be careful.
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"That's not right. Why do I have to go into the mountains? I took this Pixiu and exchanged it for money in other places. Wherever I go, I am happy and cheerful." My great-grandfather has not been a good boy since he was a child. In addition, his family is too strict and he is rebellious.
His character makes him have a bit of ruffianism in his bones.
But there was always a trace of evil in Pixiu, which made Grandpa Grandpa feel a little afraid in his heart. So whether he could take it away was still a problem. Grandpa Pouched, took off his shoes, and muttered
: "With the upper part of the shoe facing up, I will go and take the man's ill-gotten wealth and do justice to God. With the upper part of the shoe facing down, I will obediently go into the deep mountains. If the man is willing to leave the precious Pixiu, there will definitely be a big treasure inside."
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He did as he was told, and my great-grandpa threw it upwards hard, causing his shoes to fly in the air.
"Pah." The shoe was turned down, and he wanted the fat from Grandpa's mouth.
"Grandma, I calculated that it would be facing up. How about carrying it like this? Let's do it again, win two out of three games." Grandpa grinned and threw out the shoe again.
It sounds like an evil thing. The shoes are facing downwards. It seems that God's will prevent my great-grandfather from taking this ill-gotten wealth.
"Don't throw it away, don't throw it away, God, you are jealous of Ergou and I want to get rich. You won't let me take it, but I insist on taking it. Let's see what you can do to me!" Grandpa pouted, put on his shoes and ran towards Pixiu.
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As he trotted along, not sure whether he wanted to make a fortune or was running too fast, my great-grandfather's little face turned red from suppressing it.
"We've got it!" Grandpa's face flashed brightly, and he stretched out his hand to pick up Pixiu. Before his hand came close to Pixiu, he saw the three incense sticks in front of him flicker and disappear in a whoosh. (To be continued)