Seven Evil Slips Chapter 131:

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Among the eleven or twelve, there is one thing that bothers him the most.

Traveling all over the world, pursuing and searching for mysterious things for more than twenty years, he can be considered to have a wide range of knowledge, and any strange thing can be extended to eloquence-but he is still an ordinary person, and he does not have any innate abilities. Come on with the difference.

For example, he knew that the grievances of the dead could ring special bells, but he couldn't understand the bell language at all.

For another example, he can explain how to raise Gu, but he can't raise it, he can't plant it, and he can't understand it.

God did not reward this meal, there is no way, genius is 99% sweat plus 1% talent, sweat is easy to get, and you can gather a bucket of it under the sun for half a day, but talent is something, Envious to the point of death, I can't steal or **** it.

So, the magic stick gradually established a guideline: If you can't become that kind of person, you must get involved in their world.

So, he decided to be friends with Yin Erma.

He bought some corn, cornmeal, and a long string of garlic cloves and red peppers from Lao Shuantou, and went to visit Yin Erma beamingly.

The houses here are all simple and simple, some are made of bricks, and more are made of yellow mud rammed walls. There is a small courtyard surrounded by fences or wood outside.

Yin Erma has already gotten up and is gargling in the fenced yard. When he looked up and saw the person with garlic cloves and red pepper hanging from his mouth, he couldn't close his mouth. The water was all swallowed.

Ask: "Who are you?"

The magic stick said: "Mr. Yin, hello, I am here to make sincere friends with you."

When it comes to making friends, the magic stick has always been straightforward and undisguised. Back then, he was amazed at Wan Fenghuo's news business. He found out that Wan Fenghuo was eating at a dandan noodle stall in Chongqing, carrying a sack Just go up and say: "Shall we make friends?"

Wan Fenghuo gave him two dollars. Afterwards, Wan Fenghuo recalled: I thought it was a beggar, and I think the opening remarks of beggars asking for money are so innovative...

Yin Erma has probably never been honored as "Sir" in his life, he was taken aback for a moment, and asked again: "Who are you?"

"My background is quite complicated. To put it simply, I am currently conducting research on the culture of Lao Tzu's trip to Hangu Pass. I have been in this area for several weeks.

Speaking of which, he pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and then flipped through his bag.

It is necessary to insert a sentence here. In the past, Shengun's luggage was packed in sacks-because he always carried a lot of handwritten notes with him.

However, more than two years ago, by chance, he lived with a good friend, Brother Mao, and compiled his knowledge and experience over the past twenty years into a book, and the sack lost the need to carry it. The current luggage bag is a large non-woven cloth bag commemorating the ancient city tourism, with "more leisurely than Lijiang, more pleasant than Dali" printed on the front and "Welcome to the ancient city" printed on the reverse.

He took out a half-thick book with a white cover from his bag. The title of the book was "The Story of the God's Stick", and the subtitle was "The Amazing and Dangerous Things I Have Witnessed in Twenty Years".

Said: "This is a book I wrote, please correct me."

This book has no ISBN and no publishing house. Those who know the inside story know that it was printed and bound by "crowdfunding" from friends. The first printing is about ten copies. All domestic sales.

But Yin Erma didn't know.

This man with garlic and red peppers on his body is actually a published book and is doing "cultural research", Yin Erma feels a little smug.

He enthusiastically opened the hook of the fence gate: "Please come in, please come in quickly."

The magic stick is very proud.

How important it is to read more books and appear literate, and you are welcome everywhere.

***

Yin Erma's breakfast is simple, porridge, sweet potato sticks dried the previous year, and because of the arrival of the magic stick, he stuffed two corns into the stove that was still on fire.

Sitting cross-legged on the kang, the **** stick will first talk about Hangu Pass, when the day will open in Hangu Zhuang Pass, and you will see purple air coming from the east in the distance, and the old man Qingniu will leave the pass.

Yin Erma smiled honestly, stuffed leaf tobacco into the chamber of his brass pipe, and said, "I know, I know, I have heard it since I was a child."

The cigarette pouch was on fire, took two puffs together, and waved the cigarette stick to the outside: "This village is called Yinjia Village. If you really know your ancestors, they are all the Queen Yin Xi who guarded Hangu Pass back then. people."

After thinking about it, I added: "The surname is Yin."

Shen stick's heart moved.

"I heard that when Lao Tzu left Hangu Pass, he gave Yin Xi a volume of 5,000-character "Tao Te Ching."

Yin Erma nodded: "Yes, yes, when the cadres in the county came to promote it, they also said the same thing, famous book."

In the stove, the smell of burning corn came out, like a hooked little hand, and the saliva flowed out of the seductive mouth.

This Yin Erma, who knows everything, knows what is true and what is true, and without any clues, the magic stick rolled his eyes and decided to throw bricks to attract jade.

"But very few people know that at that time, Lao Tzu gave Yin Xi a volume of seven evil slips."

Yin Erma suddenly raised his head.

The eyes are wide open, and there is infinite surprise in the eyes: "You also know the seven evil slips?"

God stick knows this move is right: "Yes, I know too."

Yin Erma was a little overwhelmed with excitement, until the smell of burnt corn came out from the stove.

He got off the kang in a panic, pulled the corn out of the stove with a sigh of relief, tore off the outer leaves, put it in a white enamel dish and brought it up, went to the cupboard again, brought the dish to pickle Peanut, brought up another small bottle of white wine, and filled up two small wine glasses.

The reception specification has been upgraded, and it seems that it is time for a long talk.

"Mr. God, can you tell me more about the seven evil slips?"

So the magic stick said a little more about the earliest seven murders in the world, the Phoenix Luan clasp used for sealing, Yin Xi was worried that the seven murder slips would be unsealed, and Lao Tzu assured him: "No one in this world It can be untied."

That's all.

Yin Erma was hearing Xing's head: "It's gone?"

The **** stick said: "It's gone, and then I rode out of the customs on a green bull. After I left the customs, there was no news, and no one knew where he went."

Yin Erma picked up the small wine cup and let it dry out with a sip. He probably couldn't hold enough alcohol, and his face was already covered with red after drinking a glass.

The magic stick quickly filled him up again: drink more, and tell the truth after drinking.

Yin Erma said: "There is still the second half, you don't know, yes, you definitely don't know."

He climbed out of the bed, pouted his buttocks and tossed around on the bottom of the kang, turned out a cloth bag with a large red cloth, and motioned to the magic stick: "Look, open it."

Through the cloth, the magic stick reached out and touched it, it was hard.

Uncovered layer by layer, it turned out to be a few wide wooden slips, but each one was incomplete, obviously burnt, and densely written on the top, the slips should have been connected with hemp rope. Now it has rotted away, leaving only the rope ends on the wooden slips.

The magic stick was surprised: "Seven fierce slips?"

A second thought is wrong, the number is wrong.

Yin Erma sneered: "This is not a fierce Jane, it is a simple book. But it is old, to tell you the truth, if I sell it, let alone a tractor, how many big trucks can I exchange for it?" .”

As he spoke, there was another snort, and the wine was drained.

God stick quickly add wine.

Yin Erma picked up a stick and showed it to the god: "Did you see that the black one is burned? This thing was picked up in the fire scene. Have you ever heard of burning books and pitting scholars? Burning books To pit Confucianism, Qin Shihuang burned it."

Shen stick's heart was beating with excitement, this trip was really not in vain.

Yin Erma held up his wine glass: "So I say you definitely don't know that the burning of books back then was called collecting all the books in the world. In less than thirty years, except for the old emperor's permission, all other books were burned." Clean and tidy, many classics have been lost since then—let me tell you, culture is fragile, if you say no, it will be gone.”

"Then how did these wooden slips...be preserved?"

***

According to Yin Erma, in that year, the descendants of their Yin family were petty officials in the government.

At that time, Qin Shihuang's book burning order was that, except for some specific books, the rest should be handed over to the government for burning. work in one piece.

It is conceivable that he dutifully destroyed them, and then, taking advantage of people's unpreparedness, snatched out these few pieces that he thought were particularly important—or in other words, were particularly important to the Yin family.

Yin Erma pointed to the wooden slips: "This section is about the Eight Diagrams Observatory. Speaking of which, do you know why this place is called 'Lao Tzu's Stopping Place'?"

"Why?"

"Just follow what you said, Yin Xi is worried that the seven evil slips will be unsealed, but I promise that no one in this world can unseal them."

He was like a storyteller, he slapped his palm on the table, and poured another glass of wine in a cooperative manner.

***

Mr. God, you are a cultural person, you should know that there are no absolutes in the world.

Lao Tzu is a smart man. He published a book thousands of years ago. Can he not figure this out?

So, when Lao Tzu came out of Hangu Pass, he almost arrived at our Yinjia Village. The more he thought about it, the more wrong he felt. please come.

This Yin Xi, don't look at him as an official, he is an admirer of Lao Tzu, as soon as Lao Tzu called him, he immediately turned to him.

Lao Tzu told him that things in this world are unpredictable, and it is hard to say what will happen in the future. Looking at the world today, he dared to say that "no one can solve it", but what about a hundred years later? What about after a thousand years?

You must also know Yin Xi, he is "proficient in calendar, good at observing astronomy, and learning astrology", so Lao Tzu discussed with Yin Xi to build an observatory.

This star observatory is not the big earthen platform you imagined to watch the stars. I don’t know if you have seen it. It is on the mountain bag halfway up the hillside. Stone.

But back then, Yin Xi "went into the deep mountains and quarried countless stones", so he finally found this strange stone, and set it up after surveying the location in this area. Be low-lying—it is because of the low-lying that water can accumulate.

Speaking of the stagnant water, there is also something to be particular about. Don’t look at the water that sometimes is quite dirty, but it only accumulates the rootless water that falls from the sky, such as rainwater and snowwater. Besides, it will never dry out in summer, and it will never dry up in winter. Impossible to freeze.

I asked Yin Xi to arrange for people to check the Eight Diagrams Observatory every night. He said that it would be a good thing if you can’t see anything. That would be bad, and worst of all...

***

Speaking of this, Yin Erma paused for a moment, picked up a few peanuts to drink, and collected himself.

The magic stick couldn't hold back: "What's the worst thing?"

"The worst thing is when those stars are arranged into a seven-star Big Dipper and continue to shine."

Seven Star Big Dipper? What's so bad about it? The **** stick couldn't figure it out. In his heart, he thought the Big Dipper was quite attractive, like a spoon. When living in the wild, he could use the Big Dipper to identify directions.

Yin Erma seemed to have seen his doubts, and lightly tapped the table with his finger: "Mr. God, the Southern Dipper is the master of life, and the Big Dipper is the master of death. These seven fierce slips are all the ominous hostility of the master's death." Ah..."

The Lord of the Big Dipper is dead... The Seven Stars of the Big Dipper...

An idea suddenly popped up in the mind of the magic stick.

In primitive society, due to the extremely low social productivity, human beings have the most primitive nature worship, such as the worship of wind, thunder, electricity and other natural forces.

And among these, the most important one is star worship.

The connection between the Seven Bad Pieces and the Big Dipper is the most primitive star worship?

The seven evil spirits are restrained briefly by the phoenix Luan.

How come the more I listen to it, the more I feel that it seems like two forces check and balance each other?

The author has something to say:

As mentioned earlier, when you make friends with a magic stick, you always go straight to the point without concealing it.

It was the same when I met Yue Feng.

At that time, Yue Feng had just come out of Hoh Xil. As mentioned in the article "Resentment Hit the Bell", he met poachers in Hoh Xil and fought hard. His car was shot like a sieve.

The only consolation is that Yue Feng was driving a Beijing Jeep at that time, and it was the same car that was destroyed on this trip. Later, it was replaced by a Land Cruiser Toyota 4500.

Okay, let’s bring the topic back to Yue Feng, who just came out of Hoh Xil and drove that sieve-like Beijing Jeep to look for Brother Mao.

At that time, I was young, vain, and concerned about face. I didn’t think it was a big deal to ruin the car. On the contrary, I felt that this experience was extremely embarrassing. So, Yue Feng sat in front of Mao Ge’s inn, roasting Guozhuang, Shaking his legs, he told that passage in detail.

How dangerous, how manly, he speaks triumphantly.

During the talk, Yue Feng felt uncomfortable.

That admiring gaze was completely undisguised, and there were little sparks of chichi in the radiance.

It's fine if it's from a girl, but what's the matter if it's from a beggar?

Yue Feng couldn't sit still anymore, so he went out to dump his car, wanting to see what parts could be reused.

Just squatting down to look down at the tires, there was a bang, and a person, pretending to be chic, reached out to cover the hood of the car that was no longer secure.

Yue Feng raised his head slowly.

The man said: "Handsome guy, how about making friends?"

…

Many years later, Shenzhu still deeply remembers the first word Yue Feng said to him.

Go away.

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