Ancient techniques, understand the world, follow nature, feel the mind, and understand the true interpretation.

In order to communicate with heaven and earth, understand God, cultivate one's own nature, connect man and nature with a certain medium, so as to achieve a great way created by using the power of heaven and earth to strengthen the power of human soul and will.

With the birth of the text and the ancient arts were included in the text, the five veins of summoning and refining the divination were formed. The five veins included sixteen categories: "Forbidden spells, magic, spells, talismans, and talismans, to summon spirits, medicine, alchemy, divination, qi, praying altars, solid practice, chanting, and observing the heavens, Feng Shui, and destiny." Each vein has its own inheritance and complements each other, thus forming a complete ancient art system.

Unfortunately, the torrent of history has swallowed countless once glorious flowers and leaves. Some have long been buried in thick loess and cannot be verified, while others have gone downstream, scattered and feasted forever.

The ancient arts also went through several ups and downs, slowly being assimilated and melted, and headed towards decline.

Nowadays, there is only one ancient technique. Since its establishment, it has been drifting across the sea and taking root as the founder drifted across the sea and became a school of only ones. It has not been eroded by external turbid currents for thousands of years, so that it can retain the most primitive form of technique and continue to this day.

They call themselves the ancient craft lineage, and to outsiders, they call themselves the mountain people. People in the world call them the sorcerer or the true craftsman.

On the winter solstice in 1980, on December 22, the Gregorian calendar, I was born in the Jiangnan water town on the south bank of Taihu Lake.

Wuxing, in turn, means reviving the Wu Kingdom. During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, Wu Cheng changed its name, and the Later Qin unified the six kingdoms and changed it to Wuxing County, which included the entire area of ​​Hucheng, Qiantang, Yixing, Yangxian, and the name of Wuxing has been preserved to this day. It is now a district in Hucheng, northern Zhejiang Province.

My hometown Linzidun is located in the southwest corner of Wuxing District, facing Dongyue Mountain in the east. There are about fifty families in the village, not big.

?The winter solstice in 1989 is also December 22. It is recommended to go to the house to set up a bed to consecrate the sacrifice. The fire and earth will be hang plaques to bury the earth. It is not allowed to open the market to make a stove, build a beam and log wood.

The winter solstice is the shortest sunshine in the year. The day when the yin and yang begin, and the day of death is also the day of living. There is a saying among us that "survive the winter solstice until Qingming Festival, and the gate of the ghost will open on July 15th." These three are the days when the gate of the ghost is opened in the year and the king of hell releases ghosts and takes people. Therefore, people who are in danger of life or are engaged in dangerous work should pay special attention to these three days, and they will be taken away by the king of hell if they are not careful.

Of course, this is just a word-of-mouth statement among the people, and the authenticity cannot be verified. And we who live in modern times, grow up under the red flag, and receive proletarian education will not believe it.

Our custom is to worship ancestors on this day. The Eight Immortals table is equipped with three meat, two vegetables, five dishes, and four steamed buns and apples, and placed on both sides of the incense burner. The incense burner is placed on the east side of the table, sitting east to west, and six wine glasses and six pairs of chopsticks on the other three sides.

After lighting the incense candle, start pouring wine. It is best to use rice wine. Counterclockwise, pour each row from left to right, and pour one quarter of the cup. Each last time the wine is required to worship once for the family, three times in total.

Do not fill the wine glass, do not touch the table and chair, do not make loud noises, do not burn out the fragrance, and finally put it in the paper ingots and burn it together.

These rules are very complicated and I have my own family to do it. I have always just made a formality, and it doesn’t matter whether I am pious or not. My ancestors have passed away, so it is impossible for me to come back to have a drink this day.

What I care more about is the food on this day - colorful glutinous rice dumplings, bean paste stuffed with pork stuffed meat floss stuffed with sesame stuffed with sesame stuffed with it, put it in a cage and steam it over high heat for 30 minutes. When out of the pot, sprinkle black and white sesame stuffed with the fragrance of glutinous rice mixed with the fragrance of sesame stuffed, causing people to drool for three thousand feet.

And this day is my birthday, and my parents will come back from the county town with cream cakes. I can only eat cream cakes today for the whole year, so I had unparalleled expectations for this day back then.

My parents are in the clothing business in Jiangsu. They are private bosses, but they are busy. They come back a few times a year. My grandfather is a village cadre, so their family is pretty good. I am currently in the second grade of the primary school in the town. My birthday is relatively young, so I go to school for the next year, so I am one year older than most people in the class.

Our village is small, and we are familiar with each other in front of and behind the village. When we shout in the house, the children in the village can gather together.

We worship our ancestors and ate glutinous rice dumplings and cakes. A dozen children gathered in the wasteland east of the village to play the game of catching bandits. The rules are very simple. About ten people choose three policemen and chase others within a certain range (that is, bandits). Even if they are caught, the bandits must stay in place. If other bandits meet him, they will be rescued before they can continue running. A bandit will be eliminated if they are caught three times, or they will be eliminated if they run out of the designated range.

These children are different ages, floating around three years old. Among them, two are good brothers I met in open crotch pants. One is Chen Xing, who is two years older than me. We call him Chen Xing Ge, and the other is Feng Yuan, who is the same age as me, and he is a very popular person.

It happened to be my turn to be a policeman, and there were pitfalls everywhere. Naturally, I was holding my good brother and insisted on pulling him into the water. However, Brother Chen Xing was bigger than me and was much faster than me. I had no confidence, so I targeted Feng Yuan. Feng Yuan often caused trouble in the village. He was a careless person, but he was very good-natured. We all called him a gangster.

The gangster is thin and lean, like a monkey, not as tall as me, but runs like a rabbit. I chased him more than twenty meters and found that he was getting farther and farther away. So I stopped. When he saw that I was not chasing me, he laughed and turned around and stuck out his tongue at me while running, provoking all kinds of provocations.

I was so angry that I scolded him loudly and asked him to throw a dog to eat shit!

As a result, as soon as I finished speaking, I heard the guy's voice. As soon as I looked up, I saw two helpless hands disappearing on the ground.

I was startled. The crow's mouth was too awesome, but considering the safety of the gangster, I hurried over and found a well on the ground that was as high as the ground. The blue bricks were made of blue and moss, and at first it was covered with thick straw, but we didn't notice it. It was also a prank that he didn't look at the almanac and was lucky. More than a dozen children were the first to step on it.

Fortunately, he was not allowed to clear the mines.

At this time, everyone else surrounded me. I looked down and saw that the well was very deep and I could vaguely see someone below.

I shouted into the well, "Hey, piss, are you okay?"

The piss' trembling voice floated up: "I'm fine, Ayi, it's black below, I have a ghost! Pull me up now!"

My surname is Lin and Yunyi. Everyone likes to call me Ayi, and it seems close. However, the gangster is not close to you. It sounds like a ghost movie calling out for souls, floating and terrifying.

The ruffian is naturally timid and afraid of the dark, which is completely opposite to his rough skin and thick flesh and beaten characteristics. He always calls for something ghost. We are all used to it. After a burst of laughter, we gather together to discuss how to get him out.

I suggested finding a rope to pull him up, and everyone agreed and started looking for the rope.

By chance, I found a straw rope covered with soil in the grass four or five meters away from the well. Seeing that it was quite long, I immediately called others over. I slowly put the rope down, while others held the rope behind me.

While I was shouting that the plucky would grab the rope, I felt the force at the other end. Soon, the rope sank and a force came over. I immediately called others to pull it hard. The plucky was scared from below and kept shouting quickly.

All of us shouted: "123, pull!"

Before I finished calling the second time, I suddenly heard a snap sound. The rope broke behind me and the force disappeared instantly. Others staggered due to inertia, and instantly they were overturned. I was still holding the rope. The end suddenly sank. I didn't have enough strength, and I fell into the well in the form of a backward planting onion.

With two screams, I smashed onto a piece of soft stuff, and the gangster hummed under my butt.

The underwater was dark and filled with a damp and rotten smell, which was disgusting. The little light that sprinkled from the top had long disappeared. I stood up and helped the gangster up. He was so humming that he was so heavy that he took a long time to get up.

The gangster was full of complaints: "Yun Yi, what's wrong? No matter how loyal you are, you don't have to come here to accompany me in person!"

I was so angry that I said angrily: "The rope is broken, can I blame me?"

Brother Chen Xing's voice came from above: "Hey, you two are fine, this rope is too bad, let's go find the adults to take the rope to save you! Don't worry!"

After saying that, the people above scattered, leaving us alone at the bottom of the well.

Of course I am not in a hurry. I am brave and not afraid of the dark. Anyway, someone will rescue us sooner or later. When we fall, there will be someone to plague the back of the back. It will not be covered in smelly mud. The shoes are covered with mud and landed at the wellhead. Although there are straws falling under our feet, the soles of our feet are still chilly.

But the gangster was not feeling well. He was not alone in the mud, but was afraid of the darkness. He hugged my neck and shivered like a frightened little chicken.

This place is very close to the village. In just five minutes, someone came over with the adults. I waited for the rope to fall down with anticipation.

As a result, I heard a conversation outside: "It seems that it's here. They fell into the well, where is the well?"

"Hey, Chen Xing, you're right, are you? There's no well here!"

"No! I clearly saw a well just now!" Brother Chen Xing was anxious, and the others agreed.

I was also anxious, why didn't I see it? So I started shouting loudly.

My voice echoed at the bottom of the well for a long time, but the people above seemed to have not heard it at all.

The adult said, "I have lived in the village for more than 30 years, and I have never heard of a well here! Don't remember it wrong."

Everyone was silent, obviously doubting their memories.

The adult sighed and said, "Forget it, let's look for it nearby!"

Then someone called the other children to call me and the punk family.

My voice was almost hoarse below, but the people outside the well seemed to be a different world, and they were completely ignored.

The gangster was even more frightened and said in a daze: "I'll tell me, there's a ghost! We're going to finish!"

At this time, the hairs on my spine began to stand up one by one. Could it be that I was really a ghost?

Suddenly, a low whimper came from the bottom of the well. The gangster was so scared that he screamed. He was already incoherent and kept crawling towards me. I was also scared. A cold air instantly spread from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and almost jumped up.

But the trembling of the ends of my hair made me wake up instantly. This was not a ghost cry, but a wind sound!

Fortunately, I received atheistic education and did not believe in ghosts and gods. At this moment, I instantly recovered from calmness. I learned to lick my fingers on TV and put them in the air. Sure enough, I felt a hint of coolness on the right.

The winter wind is so cold.

However, the scene that was difficult to explain just now always lingers in my mind and constantly impacts my worldview.

I suddenly remembered that there was a box of matches for some firecrackers in my pocket and a box of big red eagle guns. I hurriedly took out the matches and scratched them. The tiny flames instantly illuminated the bottom of the well.

Sometimes when you feel despair in the dark, a ray of light can really bring endless hope to people.

The faint flame in my hand instantly drove away fear and warmed our hearts. I felt like a little match girl, but the little girl saw the delicious food of filling her hunger, and what we saw was the exit!

That's right, it's really an exit, a black hole, which reaches my chest. Judging from the trembling of the flames, there is indeed wind inside the hole. What does wind mean? It means that this hole leads to the outside world!

I told the pixie that she could go out here, but the pixie didn't believe it and didn't dare to go in.

I ignored him and went in. Seeing that the match was about to burn, I lit another one and protected it with my hands.

The punk said in a crying voice that he should not leave him, and he also came in, with one hand hooking my belt.

This hole is like a sausage, twisting and twisting, and the diameter is gradually getting bigger. Fortunately, there are no forks, and there are gravels scattered in some places, and it seems that you can still see traces of tools, as if someone has dug them.

Generally, groundwater is connected to the bottom of the well. Perhaps this hole is connected to the water source, but after a long time, the water level drops, it becomes a cave.

We can walk upright at the back, and at this time we use the last match.

At this moment, I saw a little light flashing not far away. I was overjoyed and pulled the pixie to see it. The pixie immediately smiled happily when she saw it.

That's right, we're going out soon!

We threw away the burning matches and trotted all the way to the light. As the light got closer, the space around us suddenly became larger and we appeared in a bedroom-sized inner room.

Only then did I realize that the light was not sunlight, but the candles burning in four corners of the inner room! The candlelight turned out to be as white as snow!

In the center of the inner room, a huge sarcophagus lay quietly!

This is a tomb room!
Chapter completed!