Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen

"Do you know who stole the ancient corpse?" I looked at Wang Zitong without blinking, and her head was lowered: "Could it be that the person who stole the ancient corpse has something to do with you?" Connection? Or, is it you at all?" "No, it's not me." Wang Zitong waved his hands hastily: "It's just that I know that person. Who is it?" Second Uncle asked in a deep voice. "When the ancient corpse was dug up, that person was also at the scene. He was invited to study the ancient corpse." Wang Zitong paused: "His name is Zhao Kang, and he is an expert at the Martial Arts Research Institute of the General Administration of Sports at the municipal level. It was he who discovered that among the funerary objects he collected, the wooden iron-headed javelin was different from ordinary martial arts guns. It’s the same. He pointed out that the head of a general gun is round and shovel-shaped, and the unearthed gun has nothing similar in ancient weapons. It is likely to hide a secret history of martial arts! However, I think he saw one of the unearthed guns at that time The look in the funeral object's eyes is a bit weird, and it can even be said that it is shocking."

"Which funeral object?" I asked. "It's the warrior figurine." "Samurai wooden figurines? It seems that this thing was unearthed." The second uncle thought for a while: "But these two wooden figurines are very strange, they are definitely not warrior figurines. I just glanced at them occasionally, and I didn't pay attention to them, and I couldn't remember them. look." Wang Zitong took out a stack of photos and handed them to me: "I have photos of unearthed funeral objects here." I took them over and looked at them carefully one by one. When I saw the so-called wooden figurines of warriors, I trembled all over.The wooden figurines in the photo are in the shape of white skulls, with one head and two arms, red round three eyes, wearing a five-skull crown and a half vajra decoration on top.The male deity holds up the bone stick in his right hand, holds the blood-filled skull in his left hand, and bends his right foot while his left foot is slightly arched to stand on a white clam shell.The female deity holds a vase in her right hand, holds fruit ears high in her left hand, and stands on a white conch with her left foot bent and her right foot slightly arched.The two statues are surrounded by ribbons and wear short skirts. They are very solemn, as if they are living in the flames of Prajna.

My voice became hoarse in shock, and it took me a long time to utter a few words: "This, this thing is not some damn wooden figurine of a warrior at all, it is the Lord of the Corpse Forest!" "What!" The second uncle was taken aback, grabbed the photo with a hand speed that was several times faster than his age, and carefully identified it, and finally sighed dejectedly: "Yes, it is indeed the Lord of the Corpse Tuo Lin!" Wang Zitong was a little puzzled: "What is the Lord of the Corpse Tuo Lin? I have read so many archaeological books, but I haven't seen any records."

I smiled wryly and said: "The Lord of the Corpse Tuolin is the god in charge of the Corpse Tuolin in Buddhism. It is said that Chi will protect the Buddhist practitioners who practice in the corpse forest or cemetery. There are eight cold forests as places for abandoning corpses: the Eastern Tyrannical Cold Forest, The cold forest of Miya in the north, the cold forest of Vajra Flame in the west, the cold forest of Gusuo in the south, the cold forest of laughter in the northeast, the cold forest of auspiciousness in the southeast, the cold forest of darkness in the southwest and the cold forest of Jiujiu in the northwest. It is said that these places are all the best for cultivating the concept of uncleanness The location is also the place where those who practice Chod must be."

"What do you mean, I don't understand at all." Wang Zitong was even more puzzled. "It's actually very simple," I explained, "in the Tibetan sect, the Lord of the Corpse Tuo Lin has always been the patron saint of the celestial burial ground. Its image is strange and terrifying. The male skeleton holds a skull bowl filled with blood on his chest, which expresses the meaning of Buddhism. The idea of ​​impermanence. Buddhism believes that all dharmas are impermanent, and there is nothing eternal in the world. People have birth, old age, sickness and death, but all living beings do not understand the principle of impermanence, and they are persistent in ignorance, which eventually leads to the suffering of reincarnation.”

"The master of the cemetery showed the human illusion that the final result of a human being is just a white bone, enlightening people to give up their attachment to permanence and seek liberation. Of course, there are other explanations in Buddhism." "It is said that in the Central Plains, if an eminent monk is not cremated when he passes away, there must be a very important reason." "This monk named Yang Fuxin was not cremated, but after his death, an onmyoji made great efforts to bury him in this weird way. What's more interesting is that there is also a corpse in his burial. Lord, this matter is not simple, there must be a terrible reason buried." I said slowly.

The second uncle looked at the photo of the corpse master without blinking, his face was pale, and he looked up at the two of us: "It is said that when the eminent monk passed away, holding the puppet of the corpse master can suppress all obscene things." "That is to say, the tomb of Yang Fuxin's eminent monk, Genmu is a formation eye, used to suppress the horrible existence in a certain place. Now that the tomb has been dug out, I am afraid that the formation has been broken..." I also smiled wryly: "I have always suspected that the corpse of Yang Fuxin should be the ancient corpse, but I didn't expect that things are far from as simple as I thought."

Wang Zitong listened to the conversation between the two of us inexplicably, completely confused, and finally interrupted: "Well, Researcher Ye, I still don't understand, can you please explain to me again." "It's not that complicated. You see, this is the problem of your lack of extracurricular readings." I licked my lips and joked bitterly: "In other words, Yang Fuxin is part of a huge tomb. This tomb should be a Tomb of mother and child. "Yang Fuxin's tomb is a son's tomb, which is used to suppress the things in his mother's tomb. Now my second uncle and I deduce and conjecture that Yang Fuxin should be an eminent monk in the Ming Dynasty, and his death was not a natural death. I am afraid that he accidentally discovered a huge tomb. This tomb is full of dangers, even endangering the common people. Therefore, the eminent monk Yang Fuxin felt sorry for the heaven and earth, and decided to sacrifice himself. He invited familiar masters of yin and yang, and used his corpse to set up a formation, in order to eliminate the unknown danger. Killed in the cradle." Wang Zitong understood, and she said thoughtfully: "But now Yang Fuxin's tomb has been completely destroyed, so his body will change."

"Yes, all formations have limitations and conditions." As I said, I touched my nose with my hand, and my thoughts were a little confused: "If the tomb of the son and mother is broken, Yang Fuxin will be backlashed by the formation. But he is already dead after all. The backlash of the formation fell on his body body." "That's why he turned into a corpse, showing signs of turning into a zombie." The second uncle took my words: "The general formation and the effect of backlash are interlinked. Since the result of backlash is to turn him into a zombie, the suppressing thing I will not escape from this range..."

There was a sudden pause in his words, and then I also understood, and both of them shuddered. Wang Zitong was not stupid, she also realized that this shy girl couldn't hide her shock at all, and said tremblingly: "Could it be that what Yang Fuxin is desperately trying to suppress is the zombie in the main tomb?" I shook my head, and then nodded again: "I'm afraid there is more than one zombie in the main tomb, otherwise Yang Fuxin would not have sacrificed himself. Although he is a merciful monk, no one would commit suicide just by looking for trouble. I don't know how many zombies he will sacrifice himself to suppress, and where is the main tomb?"

"Although I don't really believe in these ghosts and gods..." The second uncle still wanted to speak hard, but when he thought of the corpse that walked out of the operating table, he couldn't help but expand his reservations a lot. "But zombies still have a scientific reason for their existence. It may be some kind of virus infection, or an accidental product of an ancient alchemist. In short, we must find the main tomb first, and then use The bombs blew up the entire tomb." This second uncle, I really didn't expect that there was a strong desire to destroy hidden in his bones. Even I never thought of such a radical method as using a bomb! But can things really develop as we expected in advance?I don't know, I'm afraid that when we find out, there is no way to undo the matter. Ever since I got here, I have always had a very bad feeling.Reason told me, either run away far away, or act as soon as possible to kill the matter before it happens.But where is the main tomb? I'm afraid, I still have to go to Yang Fuxin's tomb for field inspection, maybe I can find some clues. "Speaking of which, that Zhao Kang, why did he steal the ancient corpse? And, why do you know?" Putting the matter of finding the master's tomb as the first priority, I bit the question not long ago again. Wang Zitong was stunned for a moment: "He and my father are good friends. It is said that his ancestors have been well-known local onmyojis for generations. He came to me a few days ago. Just like you said, he thought Yang Fuxin's body He will turn into a zombie at any time and ask for it to be dealt with as soon as possible. Of course I disagree. Not long after, I found that the architectural drawings of the museum were missing. If I contact you, and my speculation, it should be that he secretly studied the architectural drawings and stole the ancient corpse. I'm leaving. I didn't want to say it, but, but, I'm sorry" My second uncle and I looked at each other, and when we were about to say something, suddenly, the door of the dissecting room was pushed open behind us. The three of us were startled, and looked over at the same time. We were shocked to see Wang Zitong's father walking out of the door with a very stiff movement. His movements are very mechanical, like a puppet on a string, his face is pale due to excessive blood loss, only the whites of his eyes are left in his downcast eyes, and disgusting saliva is constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth, walking towards us step by step, he is not dead gone?How did you stand up? If he hadn't been confirmed dead, I really doubted whether my nerves were still normal.Is it really like what is said in zombie movies, not only the corpses bitten by zombies will transform into corpses, but even if the corpses bitten by zombies bite a person, that person will also transform into corpses? Wang Zitong obviously didn't learn from the awareness of zombie movies, she yelled "Dad" mournfully.Then he had to rush over and hug the zombie that had turned into a dead body.Fortunately, my eyesight was quick and my hands were quick, so I grabbed her and scolded: "You are crazy, calm down, your father is already dead!" "No! He's not dead! My dad is obviously there!" Wang Zitong had lost his mind at this moment. I grabbed her and slapped her hard: "It's not your father, that corpse has already changed, don't you want to be like that too? Get over it, if you want to die, just roll over, I don't believe your father is in the sky Will be pleased." Wang Zitong was taken aback by my rudeness and the slap, and stopped struggling.I took the opportunity to pull her and ran outside, I wanted to greet my second uncle, but I didn't expect that old man's feet seemed to be oiled, slipping faster than me. Not only was he fast, but he didn't even look back, he just dropped a sentence from a distance: "Oh, I have pity on my old bones, I'm already in my fifties, yet I still have the heart to let me torment like this. " I pointed my middle finger behind his back angrily, and I have to admit that the people from the Ye family are really top-notch. The zombie didn't seem to be walking fast, but it hung behind us not too far away, without pulling it down at all. There was no one in the police station. It is estimated that when Director Fat Pig went to discuss "official business" with the insurance company salesman, he took most of them out. Rushing through a corner, a policewoman leisurely walked out from behind. She held the data and saw us running so fast, she couldn't help frowning and scolded: "This is the police station, why are you running! Stop, Be polite and stop for me." I didn't stop at all, my free right hand kept waving in the air, and I warned loudly: "There are zombies, run quickly." "What, Jiang Si?" She obviously didn't understand. "There are zombies!" I turned up the volume. She was still puzzled.Before it was too late, the zombie had already pounced on it, scratched it with ten fingers, and inserted its nails into her neck fiercely.A large amount of blood immediately splashed out like running water, dyeing the snow-white walls bloody.As if stimulated by the blood, the zombie opened its rag-like mouth and bit on the policewoman, closed its mouth, and tore it hard, a large piece of flesh was torn off. Wang Zitong had never seen such a scene before, and suddenly screamed in fright.My second uncle and I were quite sensible, knowing that if we stopped a little bit, we might end up with the female policeman, and our speed was even faster now.Maybe the zombies were too busy eating the fallen corpses and didn't chase after them. The three of us ran to the gate of the police station out of breath, and then looked at each other.The second uncle probably felt like crying now. "What should I do now?" He asked a little confused, not sure if he was asking me or himself. "What else can we do? According to the original plan, we will work together in batches. You go to the museum, take out all the funerary objects from the monk Yang Fuxin's tomb, and then look for clues about his mother's tomb." I pointed to my second uncle. "What about you?" He was obviously dissatisfied. "Nonsense, this handsome guy, of course I went to the vicinity of Yang Fuxin's grave with Researcher Wang Zitong to see if we could get some useful information." I patted Wang Zitong on the back. She woke up a little bit, trembling with fear, and asked in a trembling voice: "But what should my dad in the police station do?" "Your father?" My second uncle and I were dumbfounded at the same time. Everyone has no experience in dealing with zombies. Although I have encountered walking corpses before, I just hid passively and never killed them. I don’t know if this thing can be killed with a gun. I put my hand into the pocket of my clothes, hidden there is a small and exquisite pistol that the old man Yang Junfei kindly gave me.This gun is very powerful, but no matter how powerful it is, it is only for humans, and it is probably still lacking for zombies.I just don't know if the theory of attacking the head described in zombie movies is possible. "Speaking of which, a group of people in the police station went to catch the zombies that ran off the dissection table, and another group of people were having a good time with the chief. There should be no one in the police station now." The second uncle coughed. "Except for the dead policewoman, I'm afraid there are none." I replied heartlessly. We two glanced at each other, and said at the same time: "Go and lock the gate of the police station." The two were dumbfounded again, and the second uncle coughed loudly: "I am an old man who is really losing his prestige. I am called a junior." To do a trivial thing, that junior still pushes and pushes. Cough cough, pitiful!" This old man doesn't practice, usually has a serious and old-fashioned look, but when he encounters a fatal situation, he starts playing Tai Chi, which is really embarrassing. I didn't give him any face, and gave him a hard look: "Stop talking nonsense, Second Uncle, just now I saw you slipping so fast, you don't look old, you still have the physical strength of a twenty-year-old. Plus your old age With rich experience and such a face-saving thing, it is more appropriate for you to do it yourself." The shameless one, the old and the young, glared at each other without giving in in the face of danger, and in the end completely forgot their original intentions. Wang Zitong sighed, a trace of determination appeared on his shy and shy face.She walked over and closed the door silently, found a big lock and locked it tightly. The biological father who turned into a zombie walked stiffly from the depths of the corridor of the police station, followed by several limping zombies, the woman who was thrown down was one of them, she walked crookedly, her neck There were several huge wounds on his body, so that his head was tilted to one side. Wang Zitong immediately burst into tears. She looked at her father who kept screaming at her sharply and grabbed the door with his nails, and smiled for some reason, it was a wry smile.When she turned her head, the tears had been wiped away by her. The girl seemed to have changed, and strode away without looking back. "Let's go, go to the mother's tomb." When she passed us, she said loudly, her voice was hoarse, but she was indescribably strong.My second uncle and I also laughed bitterly. "A girl is like this, and I can't lose to young people." The second uncle looked at Wang Zitong with worried eyes: "I'll go to the museum to get things first, and gather at my place at night. Researcher Wang Zitong knows address, it's safer there." "Yeah." I didn't hesitate anymore, and followed Wang Zitong away. The matter has come to this point, it is useless to regret, we can only do our best first, and finally listen to the destiny. As far as the current situation is concerned, the only way to reduce the harm as much as possible is to find out the main tomb, break the formation, and wipe out all the zombies. Hope things really go well. It's hard to live, but the premonition deep in my heart is getting stronger...