It was cold that winter night.

Now the second cotton mill is opposite the commercial street. There are a lot of people at night. There were no one at that time. They were all wastelands. As long as the factory didn’t work, it was very quiet around.

If Brother Yu and I stood there, if the lights were not turned on, no one would notice us.

Hong's eyes kicked the tombstone down with one foot and digged down with a shovel.

We do this. We only know how to dig the grave and eat. We only know how to do this and let it do nothing else.

I didn't do it because I knew Bai Tingli and Bai Weiqiong.

Brother Yu and Hongying fought because they didn't know each other, it was that simple.

"Di...Di......"

The further you dig, the stronger the metal detector's reaction, and the more rapid the sound of Didi becomes.

After digging down the tombstone for more than a meter, Brother Yu bit the flashlight and jumped into the pit.

I carefully searched the pit and found that there were a bunch of nails buried in the soil, which were big iron nails nailed with wooden boards. The plastic bag was rotten and exposed outside, with a lot of rust.

After seeing it, I said, "Brother Yu, I'm right? It's just rotten iron scraps. If the iron Buddha was really buried here, he would definitely be discovered when he was buried in the coffin, which would have caused a sensation."

“Drip…drip…drip….”

As soon as I finished speaking, the probe rod in Brother Yu's hand rang again.

Tian Sanjiu frowned and said, "Try half a meter to the right and dig out the coffin."

Brother Yu started to do it.

Generally, for burials, the coffin is buried about one meter, five to two meters underground, not many of which are more than two meters. This depth is not difficult for professional geotechnicians who often dig more than ten meters overnight, and they can be dug in dozens of minutes.

Seeing the loess gravel being thrown up, my eyelids twitched.

Too cruel...

If Bai Weiqiong saw this, it would be strange if she didn't kill her.

"Slow down, I saw the coffin," said Brother Yu, and I also saw the exposed nanmu coffin lid.

Tian Sanjiu whispered: "Expand and pry open the lid."

When ancient people were buried, they would get nails in coffins. Nowadays, many coffins are chute-like, just like sliding doors. I have seen many old coffins and rotten coffins. I suddenly saw such a brand new coffin. To be honest, I felt a little resistant and I don’t know why.

After cleaning up the soil, Hong's eyes grabbed one end of the coffin with one hand. He pushed hard and pushed away most of it!

Turn on the headlight to lighting.

In the coffin, Mr. Bai closed his eyes and was wearing a blue mourning dress. The buttons of the mourning dress were tied to his neck. The old man's face looked like a piece of white paper, and the eyelids and cheeks had begun to swollen.

Since I asked someone to put on makeup when wearing a shroud before, my face is now covered with makeup, just like white flour, all accumulated around the corner of my white mouth.

It’s like he took a big bite of cotton candy before his death, and even touched his mouth without wiping it. If it were summer, he would definitely smell the stinking.

Tian Sanjiu squatted in the earth pit. He looked at Mr. Bai lying in the coffin and said, "Brother Bai, I know you don't have the whereabouts of the Iron Buddha, but what are you hiding me?"

"I, Tian Sanjiu, keep my word. Since I promised you that I will find the Iron Buddha, I will definitely find it, which can be considered as helping you fulfill your wish."

"You go down and help the person up and search for your body." Tian Sanjiu turned his head to look at me.

I hesitated for a moment, gritted my teeth and jumped into the pit.

I silently said to myself: "I'm disturbing you to rest. I'm sorry, Mr. Bai, I will help you burn paper and cigarettes for you in the future. I will definitely burn two good cigarettes, don't blame me."

"Death and death" means that the dead are too heavy. If this person weighs 100 pounds before his lifetime, he will be 130 pounds after his death.

I helped the old man up and let him lean his back against the coffin. In this position, the old man's head would tilt back, so that the buttons around the neck of the mourning dress would break open by itself.

Brother Yu used a detector to penetrate the coffin and swept the old man first.

It was just such a big place and it was soon there.

The alarm sound of the detector actually came from a pillow under Old Bai's head...

There is a saying that the pillow in the coffin of a dead man is called a longevity pillow. It cannot be made of wool fabrics or any animal leather products. It is said that it is because it is afraid of rushing the air and deceiving the zombie.

In ancient times, people used porcelain pillows. In the past, they said that if they saw a hollowed-out at the bottom, painted white flowers and villains, they were all placed under the heads of dead people in the past.

The kind used by living people does not hollow out. This kind of hollow out porcelain pillow with white flowers and soul bottles, like a barn, is a dark weapon that only serves the dead. There are no inherited items. One hundred percent of them are dug out by tomb robbers.

I have seen several people clean the barns of the Han Dynasty and soak them in wine. They don’t know what the barn is for. Some sellers fooled them that they used to soak wine in the past, which was very unlucky. This was really a big shot.

The longevity pillow in the coffin is different in different regions. There are tea and cassia seeds, charcoal and lime powder. The pillow used by Mr. Bai is sewn with cotton cloth. Tian Sanjiu asked me to take it out.

As soon as I bought it, I felt something was wrong.

The weight is wrong.

Feeling a little stressed.

"Give me Yunfeng."

Brother Yu was about to go over, and he pulled it with a sharp knife and directly cut it open.

A lot of white eggs fell out of the longevity pillow, which were cotton seeds.

Brother Yu stretched his hand into the pillow and groped.

I quickly took out a string of big bells!

Hidden in the middle of cotton seeds!

The iron bell is two circles larger than the date. Although it is iron, it is pitch black all over and the patina is oily and shiny.

This type of patina is not made from a plate, but is a black lacquer ancient patina that naturally forms after being left for a long time. It is precisely because there is a layer of black lacquer ancient patina on the outside that the iron bell does not rust on a large area.

There are four bells in total, and they are threaded together with cotton ropes. A layer of bas-relief Buddhist patterns are carved around them, such as lotus petals and scriptures. There is a bell opening part and two small characters are carved.

"Linji."

What does Linji mean?

I understood after thinking about it a little.

The Central Plains Dharma lineage of Buddhism in the Ming Dynasty!

Linji Sect! Iron Buddha Temple!

This bell is probably the iron bell hanging on the iron tower brake of the Iron Buddha Temple that was lost in 1958!

Why did you run to the old man Baitingli’s birthday pillow!

“Wait…wait….”

"wrong...."

A scene picture suddenly flashed through my head. Why do I feel like I have seen this bell somewhere...

"What Yunfeng are you looking for?" Brother Yu asked.

I wore a cotton jacket at night, and there was a layer of jacket in it. I stretched out my arms and fumbled for a while and found the flat iron box in my pocket in my jacket.

"Brother Yu helps me take a look."

Opening the iron box, I found the third old photo I had seen before.

The person in the old photo has been smeared above his neck and cannot see who it is. There is an old horse lantern on the ground of the photo. This old horse lantern has hooks to hang on the wall or in a horse shed for convenience.

This time I saw it clearly. On the iron hook of the lantern, there was a spherical object hanging. The old camera used to be low in function, poor in focus, and dark and difficult to see clearly.

In this comparison, the black ball hanging on the lantern hook seems to be an iron bell!

"Where did you get these photos?"

Tian Sanjiu frowned and asked me after looking at it one by one.

I said I discovered it while helping the Bai family organize the relics.

At this moment.

Old Mr. Bai was also wearing a mourning dress and leaned against the coffin lid, tilting his neck back, head back, and faced the sky.

The moon in the sky shone into the coffin, and the atmosphere was a bit terrifying, just as if Mr. Bai was still alive and was looking up to watch the moon.

I can't tell what I feel, maybe it's just an accident or a fear.

The person whose faces are smeared in the photo.

Is it the young Mr. Bai at that time?

If it weren't for him, who would be, if it were...
Chapter completed!