In the winter of 1982, I was caught pickpocketing at Luoyang Railway Station, and a silent old man bailed me out.
He became my master, the last descendant of tomb robbers in Beimang Mountain.
In the past three years, he taught me the "Thirty-Six Techniques" that he gained with his blood: when you encounter bricks, you will see sparse stones; when you see a corpse, it will not rot, and you will kowtow to seal the soil...
On the night before his death, he grabbed me and said, "The last three sentences are the things I regret most in my life."
After my master died, I broke into the world with my formula. From the Yellow River beach to the Qinling Tomb, from the gang to the "Three Finger Chen", I verified the blood and tears behind every mantra.
Until I discovered that the biggest secret that Master guarded throughout his life was not the treasure of the emperor's tomb, but a "martyr's tomb" that should not be opened.
This autobiography is the confession of a tomb robber. Thirty-six sentences, each sentence is fate, and each sentence is sin.
Reader comments
It's a very interesting book, I gained a lot of knowledge [laughs]
It's a very interesting book, I gained a lot of knowledge [laughs]