Infinite Script Killing

At one end of the village, there are three small private buildings.

The building is beautifully built, with particularly large floor-to-ceiling windows facing the east, and a glass light well on the roof. From a distance, you can see various green plants planted on it, even chrysanthemums blooming in this season.

Outside the courtyard is a row of straight green bamboos and a path paved with warm stones, giving the small building a somewhat poetic and artistic conception.

It also makes these three small buildings look out of place with the traditional stilted buildings in the surrounding villages.

"What a feng shui."

Xu Tong stood on the slope and looked around the building in front of him. Although he was not deeply involved in Feng Shui, the theory of Feng Shui could not be escaped from the four words.

Hide the wind and accept the energy.

Because Xiangxi is a mountainous area, the land is moist and complex, so stilted buildings are more popular to cope with the uneven mountain environment. In addition, stilted buildings can also be used to raise livestock downstairs, or store sundries, etc.

The location of the three buildings in front of me is very good. Not only do they occupy a high position on the terrain, they are also a rare flat land.

The terrain faces east, gathering Yang Qi, and the bamboo forests planted around it seem to have been carefully planted to avoid evil spirits and gather Qi.

Xu Tong used his Life Eye Qimen to look at it, and found that this location actually echoed the Fenjing Mountain behind it. It indeed looked like it had been arranged by an expert.

This also made him more certain that this ringer team did have a legacy.

As I walked over, I heard the sound of mahjong playing in the distance.

Looking sideways, he saw four old people sitting in a bamboo pavilion playing mahjong. Xu Tong walked over and took a look. These four old people, three men and one woman, were all in their early seventies.

Except for the old man in the south, the aura of the other three old people is not weak, and they look like some practicing people.

"I'm confused, I'm so happy, hahahaha!"

At this time, the old lady sitting on the right pushed the mahjong and couldn't help laughing proudly.

"Oops, it's you again!"

The old man sitting in the south slapped his head when he saw this, took out the last two dollars in his pocket and threw it on the table. He got up and left: "No more fun, go home and eat."

"Hey, don't go, Lao Yao, we agreed to have lunch here."

Seeing that the old man was about to leave, the other three old men hurriedly shouted, but the old man seemed determined to leave, and the three of them were stunned and did not stop him.

"Hey, why are you so petty at your age?"

The old woman curled her lips, then turned her eyes. She noticed the young man standing beside her at some point, and was stunned for a moment: "Who are you?"

The other two old men also turned to look at Xu Tong, and their expressions suddenly looked a little surprised.

They didn't know if they were too focused on playing cards, but suddenly a young man appeared behind them, and they didn't even notice it.

"I'm passing by. Are you playing mahjong with you? Can you take care of the food?"

Xu Tong asked, looking at the vacant seat.

When the three old men heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other, wondering where this idiot came from.

But there is no reason not to welcome people who come to play cards.

An old man smiled and said: "Okay, the cards we play are not big. It costs six yuan a round. Whether you come or not, whether you come or not, whether you win or lose, you will be in charge of the food."

"Then I want to sit on the west side."

Xu Tong pointed to the old woman's position. The old woman grinned, stood up and moved away from her.

The three of them are famous for playing mahjong. Even if they change positions, they can still kill everyone.

Xu Tong sat down, took out three copper coins from his pocket, and placed them on the corner of his table.

The three of them were a little surprised when they saw this. The old man who had just spoken smiled and said: "Master Jin of the West, you put three copper plates to change the feng shui. I can't tell. You understand it quite well, but I don't think the way you put it is good." Correct."

"It's just a form, sincerity is the spirit."

Xu Tong said with a smile. He glanced at Da Ya behind him from the corner of his eye and saw that Da Ya had already started gearing up.

It turns out that the reason why Xu Tong is so calm and composed is because Da Ya just now patted her chest and assured him that when it comes to playing mahjong, even if the Sparrow God is alive, he is no match for her.

After Xu Tong sat down, he tiptoed, and Da Ya landed lightly on Xu Tong behind him.

"Don't worry, Headmaster, no matter how hard the three of them fight, they are no match for me."

Da Ya is indeed not bragging. She has played everything from Pai Gow to Mahjong in the Northeast, and she has never met an opponent.

While shuffling the cards with his hands, he could see that the universe had already been moved under his fingers, and everything was clearly arranged.

Xu Tong was also happy to have peace of mind, and took advantage of the opportunity to touch the cards and asked the names of the three old men.

"Just call me Jiu Gu. The bearded one's surname is Luo, and the one on the left is surnamed Yang. Where do you come from, young man?"

Mei Jiugu asked.

"People from Luoyang, here to travel."

Xu Tong responded.

When she heard the word "Luoyang", Mei Jiugu was stunned for a moment, but she didn't take it seriously.

After a round of cards, Mr. Yang hit a red hit. Xu Tong gently pushed the card: "It's blurred!"

"ah!!"

The three old men were stunned for a moment, and then looked at Xu Tong's cards, seven pairs, single fishing.

"Hey, the young man is interesting, come again!"

Yang Lao's eyes widened, wondering how this boy could be so lucky. He glanced at the other two, and after the three of them understood each other, they continued to fight.

As a result, as Daya said, she has never lost in mahjong.

"Dairy Hu, pure color, double bright bars, big four joys, nine lotus lanterns, thirteen units..."

Good guy, after two hours of fighting, the three old men were stunned and completely defeated. Mei Jiugu's face turned green, and Luo Ying was so angry that he wanted to flip the table.

On the other hand, Mr. Yang was very tolerant and joked: "This is the first time the three of us have been beaten so badly while playing cards, hahaha..."

"Old man, I want to ask you something. Are you from the Sun family's piano class? I want to find Sun Shaohu."

Xu Tong said and threw out the two cakes in his hand. Mr. Yang was sitting in his next house, waiting for this card. Hearing Xu Tong's inquiry, he was a little surprised at first, but when he saw the two cakes thrown out, he immediately Happy.

"It's awesome!"

Then he looked at Xu Tong again and said, "What do you want from Sun Shaohu?"

"Oh, I particularly like folk culture, so I want to ask why people here use red coffins."

"It's a custom. You can find out by searching online."

Mei Jiugu, who was sitting opposite Xu Tong, said casually.

"Then you can believe what's on it. The first ten messages you click on are all advertisements. They are obviously for boots, but they insist on saying that they are for hospitals. They are just fabricating things out of nothing. No one will believe it."

"The red coffin is a custom here. I can't tell you the details clearly. I can only say that it is a ticket. It is said that the souls buried in the red coffin can enter the Yin Yang Mountain and become the subjects of the mountain god. "

Mr. Yang didn't have so many taboos and explained.

Xu Tong's face remained calm, but in his heart he couldn't help but think of another place, the Yin-Yang Cave.

"Yin Yang Mountain? Shouldn't we be entering the Netherworld Yincao?"

Xu Tong asked pretending to be confused.

Yang Lao wanted to say something, but Luo Ying, who was sitting on the other side of Xu Tong, coughed heavily, interrupting Yang Lao's thoughts.

"Play cards, just play cards. What are you talking about? It's bad luck!"

After Luo Ying finished speaking, he pushed the cards down with his hand and stood up: "I'm hungry. Let's go eat. No more playing."

"Hey, I won't play anymore. I'm getting old and tired."

Mei Jiugu also stood up.

Xu Tong noticed at this time that Luo Ying had two copper cymbals hanging behind his back, while Mei Jiugu had two drumsticks on her waist.

It seems that the two of them are indeed members of the ringer class.

Yang Lao stood up and stretched with a smile: "Let's have a meal together."

After saying that, he took Xu Tong inside.

It can be seen that Mr. Yang is particularly fond of young people. When several young people entered the yard and saw Mr. Yang, they all greeted him warmly.

"Look, this is our ringer team. In the past, there were more than sixty people in our team. Now with these guys and us old bones, there are only a dozen people."

Mr. Yang seemed to be sighing, but when he changed his words, he looked at Xu Tong, pinched his beard and said sincerely:

“My child, times have changed, let’s just leave folklore and weird stories on paper.

It doesn’t matter if it’s written randomly or randomly, as long as it’s not harmful to anyone, it doesn’t matter whether it’s the truth or not.

There are many ways to promote traditional culture, but there are some things that are no longer a pity. "

Xu Tong didn't expect Mr. Yang to say these words, and was a little surprised.

I had to re-examine whether the old man in front of me was really broad-minded. When he spoke again, he couldn't help but change his tone.

"Someone has said this before about smashing the Buddha of reality and getting rid of the demons in your heart. I was just curious before, but what you just said seems to be related to another thing related to me, so I must ask I understand."

Xu Tong did not tell lies this time.

I came here simply to learn about the red coffin, but I didn’t expect that the red coffin seemed to be related to the Yin-Yang Cave, so I needed to ask more questions to get a clearer understanding.

"Let's talk while we eat."

Seeing Xu Tong's firm attitude, Mr. Yang nodded and agreed.

But just as the two of them entered the hall, an old man with a crew cut stood in front of them, and Luo Ying and Mei Jiugu stood behind the old man.

The old man looked about eighty years old, but his energy was not inferior to that of the young people working.

He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose and wide lips, and his eyes are filled with a sharpness that is repellent.

"I am Sun Shaohu, what do you want from me?"

As the saying goes, a man lives up to his name, and the old man does have a bit of the demeanor of a mountain king.

It's just that this kind of aura can calm ordinary people, but it feels nothing to Xu Tong. Compared with Ma Qi, who usually smiles but is vigorous and resolute when focused, Sun Shaohu's aura is like a little cat at best.

"San Qi Zai introduced me here. I want to ask the old man about the red coffin and the rumors."

Sun Shaohu didn't answer when he heard this. He looked Xu Tong up and down, frowned and said, "Have you passed the threshold shoulder to shoulder on the line?"

This is a slang in the world. Xu Tong naturally has a good family background, which means that he is a friend of a local snake and reports to his family.

Xu Tong hesitated for a moment, thinking about whether to pretend to be stupid.

Just listen to Sun Shaohu continue: "If Ya'er is an old man, just leave." (Young man, if you are a layman, just leave.)

Hearing this, Xu Tong knew that there was no way around this step, so he could only straighten his clothes, cross his hands in a gesture of respect, and show two thumbs: "The seventh store on Dongmen Street, the new springboard ladle, sells at the top." Chicken, if you wake up, you can only show off!"

(The junior head of Qimen passed by here to have a meal and pay respects. He didn’t want to be found out, so he could only explain his words.)

Sun Shaohu and others were stunned when they heard this. Mei Jiugu and Luo Ying stared at Xu Tong with cold eyes and said: "You just said that you are from Luoyang, are you from the Seven Gates of Luoyang!"