It is said that life is not satisfactory, and the charlatan is extremely nervous and free and easy, and he insists on breaking down the unsatisfactory things to 10 or 2.

And among these 10 or 10, there is one thing that makes him most worried.

He traveled around the world and pursued and explored mysterious things for more than 20 years, and was considered to have extensive knowledge and any strange things could be extended to talk endlessly. However, he is still an ordinary person and does not have any inherent uniqueness.

For example, he knew that the resentment of a dead person could ring a special bell, but he couldn't understand the bell at all.

For example, he can talk about how to raise a Gu very well, but he can't raise, can't slap, and can't understand.

God didn't appreciate this food, there was no way. Genius was 99% sweat and 1% talent. Sweat was easy to get. You could gather a bucket after being exposed to the sun for half a day. However, this thing is so talented that you can't steal it until you die.

Therefore, the charlatan gradually established a guideline: if you cannot become such a person, you must also interfere in their world.

So, he decided to be friends with Yin Erma.

He bought some corn, cob noodles from Lao Shuantou, plus a long string of garlic cloves and red peppers, and visited Yin Erma happily.

The houses here are all simple, some are made of bricks, and more are yellow mud walls. They are fenced outside or wood surrounded by small courtyards. The fences are sparsely spaced, and there is no barrier for the hens and yellow dogs to enter and exit.

Yin Erma had already gotten up and was rinsing his mouth in the fence yard. When he looked up, he saw the person who was garlic cloves and red peppers hanging on his body, so he couldn't close his mouth. He felt a sudden thrill, and swallowed all the water he wanted to spray out.

Ask: "Who are you?"

The charlatan said: "Hello, Mr. Yin, I came here to make a sincere friend with you."

When making friends, the charlatan has always been a one-on-one move without any concealment. Back then, he was amazed at Wan Fenghuo’s news business. When he found out that Wan Fenghuo was having a meal at a noodle stall in Chongqing, he carried a sack and said, “Come on everyone?”

Wan Fenghuo gave him two dollars. Afterwards, Wan Fenghuo recalled: I thought it was a beggar, but I thought that the beggars now had such innovative opening remarks...

Yin Erma probably has never been respected as "Mr." in her life. He was stunned for a moment and asked again: "Who are you?"

"My background is quite complicated. Simply put, I am currently conducting a special cultural study on Laozi's Hangu Pass. In this area, I have been conducting a deep investigation in the countryside for several weeks."

Speaking of this, he pushed his glasses on his nose and then flipped his bag.

I have to say that in the past, the charlatan's luggage was always packed in sacks - because he always had to carry a lot of handwritten notes with him.

However, more than two years ago, by chance, he lived in a long-time home with a friend, Brother Mao, and compiled his experiences and experiences over the past 20 years into a book. The sack lost the need to carry it. Therefore, his current luggage bag is a non-woven cloth bag for tourism in ancient city. The front is printed with "more leisurely than Lijiang and more comfortable than Dali" and the reverse is printed with "Welcome to the ancient city."

He took out a half-thick, white cover book from his bag, titled "The Tale of the Gods" and subtitled "The Strange and Strange Witness of Twenty Years of Witness".

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

This book has no book number or publishing house. Those who know the inside story know that it was a charlatan who "crowd funding" to his friend. The first prints about ten copies. Except for one copy left by himself to read, all the others are sold domestically.

However, Yin Erma didn't know.

This person with garlic and red pepper on his body is actually a book published and is undergoing "cultural research". Yin Erma feels a little bit glorious.

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

The charlatan is very proud.

It is so important to read more and make yourself educated and be popular everywhere.

***

Yin Erma's breakfast was simple, with porridge and dried sweet potato strips from the first year. With the arrival of the charlatan, he stuffed two corn into the stove that had not yet been extinguished.

The charlatan sat cross-legged on the kang, first talking about Hangu Pass. What is the sky opening of Hangu Pass and Hangu Pass is in the middle. The purple air comes from the east from afar, and the old man Qingniu came out of the gate.

Yin Erma smiled honestly, stuffed a cigarette into his brass cigarette chamber and said, "I know, I know, I heard it since I was a child."

The cigarette pipe got angry, and he sucked a few puffs, holding the cigarette pole and swung the circle outside: "This village is called Yinjia Village. I recognize my ancestors seriously. They are all descendants of Yin Xi who guarded Hangu Pass back then."

After thinking about it, I added: "They are all surnamed Yin."

The charlatan's heart moved.

"I heard that when I left Hangu Pass, I handed Yin Xi a 5,000-word "Tao Te Ching"."

Yin Erma nodded: "Yes, yes, the same is true when the county cadres came to promote it, a famous book."

In the stove, the smell of burning corn came out, like a hooked hand, seducing the mouth and salivating.

Yin Erma knew everything, and he knew it was yes. He didn't get any material. The charlatan's eyes turned and decided to throw a brick and attract jade.

"But few people know that at that time, I gave Yin Xi a volume of seven evil censors."

Yin Erma raised her head suddenly.

His eyes widened, and his eyes were full of surprises: "Do you know the seven evil swords?"

The charlatan knew that this move was right: "Yes, I know too."

Yin Erma was so excited that she was a little at a loss until the smell of corn burnt in the stove came out.

He got off the kang in a panic, endured the hot air and pulled the corn out of the stove, tore the leaves outside, took the white enamel plate and served it, went to the cabinet to make it, brought the plate to pickle peanuts, took a small bottle of white wine, and poured it on two small wine glasses.

The reception specifications have been upgraded, and it seems that they need to have a long talk.

"Mr. God, let me talk about the seven evil censors?"

So the charlatan said a little more about the seven earliest murders in the world, the Phoenix Luan Knot used for sealing, Yin Xi was worried that the seven evil spirits would be unsealed, and Lao Tzu promised: "No one in this world can unseal."

That's it.

Yin Erma was just excited when she heard this: "It's gone?"

The charlatan said, "It's gone, and then I rode the green bull out of seclusion. After I came out of seclusion, there was no news. No one knew where he was."

Yin Erma picked up the small wine cup and slapped the bottom. He probably couldn't drink enough. As soon as he finished a glass, his face was covered with red.

The charlatan quickly filled him with it: Drink more, and say the truth after drinking.

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

He climbed out of bed, stuck out his butt and twitched his back at the bottom of the kang, and wrapped it with a large red cloth cloth, signaling to the charlatan: "Look, open it and look."

Through the cloth, the charlatan reached out and touched it, it was very hard.

After uncovering layer by layer, there were actually several wide wooden slips, but each one was not complete, and it was obviously burned. The words "Zhu" were densely packed with syllables. The ones between syllables should have been connected by hemp ropes, but now they have decayed and disappeared, leaving only the rope head on the wooden slip.

The charlatan was surprised: "Seven evil spices?"

Think about it again, the number is wrong.

Yin Erma laughed: "This is not a bad Jian, it is Jianshu. But for a while, I will tell you that if I sell it, let alone the tractor, how many big trucks can I exchange for."

As he said that, he let out another slap, and the wine was gone.

The charlatan quickly add wine.

Yin Erma picked up a charlatan and showed it to the charlatan: "Did you see this black one? It's all burned - this thing was pulled from the fire, have you heard of burning books and burying scholars? It's burning books and burying scholars, burying scholars, burying Qin Shihuang."

The charlatan's heart was pounding with excitement. This trip was really not in vain.

Yin Erma picked up the wine glass: "So I said you definitely don't know that burning books back then was called collecting books from all over the world. In less than thirty years, except for the old emperor's permission, the other books were burned cleanly, and many classics were lost since then - I tell you that culture is fragile, and it's gone if you don't."

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

***

According to Yin Erma, in that year, their ancestors of the Yin family worked as small officials in the government.

At that time, Qin Shihuang's book burning order was that except for some specific books, the rest had to be handed over to the government for burning. It was coincidentally that the ancestor of the Yin family was assigned to be responsible for this work.

It is conceivable that he destroyed it conscientiously, and then, taking advantage of the unpreparedness, he snatched out such a few pieces that he thought were particularly important—or, to the Yin family.

Yin Erma pointed to the wooden slips: "This paragraph is about the Bagua Observation Platform. By the way, do you know why we call it 'I'm going to stop'?"

"Why?"

"I'll continue what you said. Yin Xi is worried about the seven evil spirits being unblocked, and I promised that no one in this world can unblock it."

He was like a storytelling and hitting the board, and he slapped his palms at the table. The charlatan cooperated to pour another glass of wine.

***

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

I am a smart man. I published a book thousands of years ago. Can he not understand this?

So, when I left Hangu Pass and almost arrived at our Yinjia Village, the more I thought about it, the more I felt the more wrong he was. So I got off the cow's back and sent a passerby, asking him to help invite Yin Xi.

Yin Xi, don’t think he is an official, he is my admirer. When I hear me call him, hurry up and come here.

I told him that things in this world are unpredictable and things will be difficult to say. Looking at the present world, he dares to say that "no one can solve them", but what about a hundred years later? What about a thousand years later?

You must also know Yin Xi, who is "proficient in calendar, good at observing astronomy, and practicing astrology", so Lao Tzu and Yin Xi discussed and created an observatory.

This star-observatory is not the big earthy platform you imagined to see the stars. I don’t know if you have seen it. It’s just on the mountain bags on the hillside, it’s very inconspicuous. When I suddenly saw it, I thought it was a stone on the side of the road.

But back then, Yin Xi "goed into the mountains and dug countless stones", and finally asked him to find this strange stone. After checking the location in this area, the stone surface was like a Bagua, like a Pisces holding tail, with half of the surface slightly lower - it was because of the low-lying that water was accumulated.

Speaking of this accumulation of water, there are also some considerations. Although the water is dirty sometimes, it only accumulates rootless water falling from the sky, such as rain and snow water. Moreover, it will never dry in summer and will not freeze in winter.

I ask Yin Xi to arrange someone to check this gossip observatory every night. He said that it would be a good thing if you can't see anything. If you see stars appear on the gossip observatory at any time, it would be bad, and the worst thing is...

***

Speaking of this, Yin Erma paused, picked up a few peanuts and put them in wine, and calmed down.

The charlatan couldn't hold back: "What's the worst?"

"The worst thing is when those stars are arranged into the seven-star Beidou and continue to shine."

Seven Stars Beidou? What's wrong with this? The charlatan can't figure it out, but in his heart, he thinks Beidou is quite adorable. He is like a spoon. When living in the wild, he can also use the Beidou to identify the direction.

Yin Erma seemed to see his doubts and gently tapped the table with his fingers: "Mr. Shen, the Southern Dipper is the Lord of Life, the Northern Dipper is the Lord of Life, these seven evil simples are all the ominous and hostile auras of death..."

The Big Dipper is dead... The Big Dipper is seven stars...

A thought suddenly appeared in the charlatan's mind.

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

And among them, the most important one is the worship of stars.

Will the seven evil simplified stars be associated with the Big Dipper and the seven stars, be the most primitive star worship?

The seven evils are simply restrained by the phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix. Phoenix phoenix and phoenix are auspicious black birds used as totems, representing the original worship of the black birds.
Chapter completed!