"Go back to Yinchuan? I told you not to let us find him." Douyazai said.

"Yes, where should we go when we go back?" Xiaoxuan sat on the bed with her legs crossed and stopped sleeping.

I opened the window of the room. It was already late at night outside and the village in the city was dark.

I looked for a while and turned around and said, "When we go back, we go to find the retired researcher named Zhou Sanshun. He collected the white horse copper pot and also deciphered the Xixia text on parchment. This person is the most important thing. We need to find this person to understand the situation."

Douyazi said yes, then let’s go find this one called Zhou Sanshun.

When I went back, I took the train for more than a day. Douyazai came to ask me about returning to the customs. When talking about this, I couldn't avoid the difference between the Northern School and the Southern School.

The Northern School of Tomb Raiders is mixed with fish and dragons, and there are many names and names. Asking people to return to the customs is equivalent to sharing information and sharing income with others.

The Southern Sect did not say that returning to the gates. The Southern Sect and the Northern Sect had a bad relationship and had different rules.

The gold-touching talisman made of pangolin nails does not exist. You can search through museum archives, and there is no real thing about such things.

But there are indeed things that you can use to ward off evil spirits. This kind of thing is called ward off evil sand. After making it, it will be put in a purse and hang on it.

It is said that the authentic Piliansha and evil spirits in the Southern School are very powerful. The method is to make the yellow sand and soil on the iron plow. After plowing the ground, scrape the sand and soil with a knife, put it in an iron pot and fry it into a fine surface. Then pick out some large pieces of stones and debris, and finally leave a handful of yellow soil as thin as sand.

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Mix this handful of loess with the five-spirit fat (mole shit), night-bright sand (bat shit), moon-watching sand (rabbit shit), white lilac (sparrow shit), silkworm sand (silk shit) in Chinese medicine in proportion, and finally turn into a colorful semi-sand-like object, which is the sand that drives the sand.

Compared with the Northern School, the Southern School is more superstitious about tomb robbers, especially in the coastal areas. Some tomb robbers will bring paper money and incense when they go down to the pit.

The rooster crows the lamp and turns off the ghosts and blows the lamp. If you feel something bad in the tomb, these people will light incense and burn paper and say, "Yang wealth is exchanged for Yin wealth, don't blame the master, you won't turn things around, and you won't dare to break the rules."

Is there a person like Master Yao in the Southern School?

some.

There is a man named Ma in Changsha. Because this man specializes in stealing large tombs of the Warring States Period, some people in the business call him Warring States Period Horse. In addition, there is a person named Qin in Zhejiang who is good at touching water caves. The business of the water caves involves ancient shipwrecks. People who have no strength to dig ancient shipwrecks cannot be organized. This person is now the image of a successful businessman, so he will not exaggerate him.

He invited some people to lock them up and down in Hei Shui City. First of all, he would give these people some money. The price was very high, and he would not hand over what they touched, and he would take them away.

It was already evening when we returned to Yinchuan. We found a place to stay for one night. If we want to find Zhou Sanshun, we must first go to the Xixia Museum to inquire where this person lives after retirement.

I went to the museum during the day, but there were no tour guides, and there were very few people visiting the museum, so I took the initiative to find the staff.

"You are looking for Mr. Zhou? What are you looking for him?" A man in his fifties received us.

"That's right," I said with a smile: "The three of us are freshmen in the history department of Yinchuan University. We have heard Mr. Zhou's lectures before, so we have always admired Mr. Zhou and wanted to meet him."

"So you are all college students of Yin University?"

Douyazi said yes, we are all college students.

Then the man told me that after Zhou Sanshun retired, he lived in Wenhu Community. He didn't know which building and unit to live in, so he asked us to go there to inquire.

Thanks to this person, we rushed to Wenhu Community again.

There are many houses in Wenhu Community, all of which are old-fashioned six-story buildings without elevators. There are several tables of old men playing chess at the entrance of the community. I asked the old man about chess and said, "Master, is there anyone living in our community called Zhou Sanshun?"

"I have no regrets when I make a move, then I'll eat the horse," the old man said without raising his eyes: "Zhou Sanshun? I haven't heard of it, how old is."

I said it may be older than you and worked in a museum before.

“Working in a museum?

"You are talking about Zhou Archaeological Knowledge?"

I was so busy that it was Zhou Archaeology.

"Then what else are you looking for?" the old man put down his chess piece and pointed to the southwest and said: "Here, the old man on the stool in the square is Zhou Archaeological Gu."

I looked in the direction he pointed.

I saw that there was indeed an old man on the other side of the small square in Wenhu Community. The old man was sitting on the bench with his back facing us, holding a crutch in his hands, and was dozing off and basking in the sun.

Douyazai and I looked at each other and walked over there.

"Old Zhou?Old Zhou?"

I walked up to him and screamed twice. He didn't seem to hear it, maybe it was the back of his ears.

"Old man!" Douyazai lay in his ear and shouted loudly.

The old man slowly opened his eyes. He had white hair and wrinkles on his face. He looked very old.

He said you call me.

"What? I can't hear what you said," he pointed to his ear.

I lay in his ear and said loudly, "Do you know someone named Wang Xiansheng?"

The old man said, "Why are you shouting so loudly? I'm not deaf, are you asking me to go back for dinner?"

"It's over." Dou Yazai said that this person not only had ears, but might have Alzheimer's disease.

"Wang Xiansheng! Wang Zhuan! Do you know him?" Dou Yezai said loudly.

"What? What to eat for lunch?" The old man replied loudly to Douyazi.

"Damn!" Douyazai took two steps back and pointed at Zhou Sanshun and said that I was right, Alzheimer's disease.

"I'm going home for dinner." Zhou Sanshun stood up tremblingly with a crutch.

"Wait! You can't leave!" Douyazai reached out and wanted to stop him. I don't know if Douyazai had touched him, but the old man suddenly slipped and fell down.

The crutches were scattered beside him, and he lay down on the ground on Wednesday and screamed. His voice attracted the attention of others in the small square. I saw several people gathered around.

Douyazai hurriedly raised his hand and said, "I didn't touch him! I didn't touch him! He fell down by himself!"

At this moment, a man in his thirties hurried over in the distance. The man had a flat hair style, and I called him a small flat hair.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!" Xiao Pingtou helped Zhou Sanshun up in panic.

"What are you doing!" He asked Douyazai loudly.

Douyazai said aggrievedly that I really didn’t touch it. This old man fell down by himself, and he was trying to get into a car!

"You're just trying to get rid of the law! If my grandfather has a physical problem, you'll just wait and lose everything!" Xiao Pingtou scolded Douyazai.

I quickly interrupted and said, "It's not okay, look at it."

"What are you looking at! Can you tell if you suffer internal injuries?"

Douyazai was also anxious. He said you want to cheat others, right? You are cheating me!

As the two of them were about to quarrel, a sound came from behind them.

"Let them go, I see it. I don't blame this person, it was my grandfather who fell down by himself."

I looked back at who it was and found that the man who was talking was six-pointed and the little flat head looked sixty-six-slightly. The difference was his temperament. The man was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, dressed in a suit and tie, and was carrying a briefcase in his hand. He looked like he had received higher education.

"Hello." The man in glasses reached out and said politely: "Grandpa is old and usually needs someone to take care of him. He was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease a year ago. Now he can't remember some things."
Chapter completed!