There is no need to rob tombs for exploration. Exploring the secrets of Tibet is filled with horror, supernatural mysteries, high-intelligence suspense reasoning, and a strong sense of immersion from the first-person perspective!
The fifteenth year of the Republic of China was a time of ups and downs. Lin Yan, a down-and-out young man, inherited half of his ancestral gold-touching talisman, Xingyiquan manual and Fengshui secret scroll. In order to bury his grandfather, he stepped into the evil tomb, used Chinese martial arts to destroy the evil spirits, and used Feng Shui to find the dragon. Ming Jin shakes the corpse, dark Jin breaks the mechanism, and transforms Jin to suppress the emperor's mausoleum. From the old tomb in Jinmen to the witch tomb in western Hunan, from the imperial mausoleum in Guanzhong to the Taihang ancestral mausoleum, he met Su Qingyuan, a talented folkloric woman, and accompanied his money-greedy brother Fatty Wang, robbing tombs along the way, but not indiscriminately; possessing unique skills, but observing morality. Warlords are running rampant, foreigners are seizing treasures, and villains are spying on tombs. He uses his national skills to protect ancient Chinese tombs and protect the mountains and rivers. Touching gold is not stealing, it is protecting.
I asked. "I heard my own voice sounding a little dry. I need some guidance, even if it's just an illusory metaphor from an ancient ritual. Gyatso nodded slightly. "I was confused silently in my heart, and my hands moved according to my heart. "I closed my eyes and got rid of distracting thoughts, and the core question came to my mind. When I opened my eyes, I stretched out my hand. When my fingers touched the skewer tube, the wood felt a strange warmth. It was not heated by fire, but an introverted temperature, as if it had been touched by countless people. I shook it, and there was a crisp sound of the wood sticks colliding inside, neither dull nor frivolous. Then, I took out one. The wooden skewer was slightly heavy in my hand, and the color was darker than the skewer tube, almost black. There were no words on it. It has to be this one, it is part of it. It is slow in the early stage and has an appropriate rhythm in the later stage. It is huge and exciting. The world view is extremely huge, the imagination is huge, and the writing is also very good. The identity of the protagonist is mysterious. The place he went to can be said to be the tomb in the sky, a place where there is no life or death. Moreover, this novel also breaks the traditional trio. The story and suspense are directly full. It can be said that this book will be a masterpiece in the future. It will make people feel numb.
This book can open the door to help people increase their blessings (wisdom increases, academic progress), Namo Manjusri Bodhisattva, eliminates karma, and abstains from sexual misconduct. It can help people gain liberation and happiness. It is a must-have book for abstaining from sex, and is the road to happiness. Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Namo Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, and Namo our master Sakyamuni Buddha.
This one is very good, quite good. [Tomb Robbery + Suspense + Treasure Appraisal] My name is He Shouyi, a tomb robber who has been sentenced to fifteen years, and the fourth generation palm eye of the Jiao Si lineage. I can't even count how many tombs I have entered in my life. In our lineage, there are five special skills: listening to thunder to identify acupoints, observing grass to recognize soil, smelling mud to determine the age, detecting traces and locating, and identifying fakes and treasures. When a copper pipe is inserted into the ground during a thunderstorm, whether it is a hollow or a water hole thirty meters below, the echo is completely different. Looking at the color of the grass from a hundred meters away, the Han tombs have thick soil and the grass is dark green, while the Ming tombs have thin soil and the grass is yellow. A handful of soil comes close and smells it. The burnt smell is Han Dynasty, the sour taste is Tang Dynasty, and the fragrance of camphor wood is Song Dynasty. This set of skills was passed down from the Qing Dynasty by Mr. Jiao Si, and my grandpa taught me it for eight years. The people who went to the grave with me were three dead brothers. Ah Shui, the fourth generation water ghost of the Dan family. Hold your breath for four and a half minutes at the bottom of the Pearl River, and you can judge the era by touching the porcelain pieces with your fingers - the glaze of Song porcelain is as thick as an eggshell, while the glaze of Ming porcelain is as thin as the fetal bone. Lao Lin, the 21st generation of Yangjiang Hailao. At home, there is a shark skin chart handed down from the Southern Song Dynasty. The shell is a sunken ship, and there are only four words written under the whirlpool: Do not enter. Be careful. A Kun, the fifth generation of Hakka Feng Shui. Before entering the tomb, he burned talismans and recited mantras, saying that he was borrowing paths from things underground. The four of us dug from the tomb of the Nanyue King in Baiyun Mountain to the Second Tomb of the Southern Han Dynasty on Xiaoguwei Island, and from the Hakka Tomb in Meizhou to the sunken ship off the coast of Yangjiang. What is written in this book is the real thing from Jiao Si Fragments, and it is the craftsmanship and rules that were exchanged for a few lives. There are also some things that I still don't understand until my death. For example, there are four symbols on the square jade seal - my grandfather has been studying them for thirty-four years but has not been able to decipher them. For example, the swirling waters in the old Lin family's chart - I went down and saw it, but I couldn't explain it. These are all written down in this notebook.
This book [Please read carefully] Before, I always thought that I would follow my grandfather's footsteps and learn archeology, so that I could get into Peking University smoothly, but unexpectedly, an ancient clay tablet engraved with strange symbols suddenly appeared. It dragged me from the south of the Yangtze River to Yunnan. It is said that under the miasma-shrouded jungle, there are the tombs of the ancient Dian kings. This journey is probably not an easy one.