C2 About Me and Three Books(2)

Now, let's talk about my confusion. My name is Xu Yufeng, and I'm thirty-seven years old. I used to be an engineer, but now I'm a screenwriter. There is a rule in my hometown that thirty-six is a very important node in life. After thirty-six, life will be different. For example, there were many things that could not be said before the age of thirty-six, but could be said after the age of thirty-six. For many things, one had to hold back before the age of thirty-six. Once one held their breath until the age of thirty-six, there was no need to fear. The things I mentioned above are all different from the scientific view of the world and the traditional view of history.

I've been educated in the country for more than a dozen years. I'm a staunch atheist, a materialist, and I study science and engineering, chemical materials, and materials control engineer in chemical engineering. But my view of the world was questioned a little in nineties. At the age of thirty-two, I went to Pakistan with a chemical construction unit to do some engineering and boarded a plane at Chengdu Double. When boarding the plane, they met a person. This person was a Daoist, and he was also a female Taoist priest.

At that time, the Daoist priest was sitting in the departure lounge, setting up a stall and telling a foreigner his fortune. I was curious as to why the staff at the airport would ignore the Daoist priest's fortune telling in the departure lounge. I was bored staying in the waiting room, so I slowly walked over to watch the show. In the end, when I walked over to this female Taoist priest, he sent away the fortune telling foreigner, then looked at me for a long time. It gave me goosebumps.

What made me even more uncomfortable was that I seemed to know this Taoist, but I recalled that I had never dealt with him in my life.

The Taoist slowly extended his hand towards my forehead. His ice-cold fingers caused me to reflexively dodge. Then I saw that the Daoist priest's eyes began to shine with tears, my heart beat like a drum, how could I meet a Daoist priest, see me and want to cry. Why do I feel like I've seen this person somewhere before? Not only have I seen him, but he also looks very familiar. This female Taoist priest seems to be a few years younger than me, but unfortunately, he has no memories of this Taoist.

I smiled and said to the Taoist, "I don't tell fortune."

The Taoist smiled wryly, then asked me, "Do you like to write?"

"How do you know this? Do you know me?" I was already at work at the time, publishing some essays and essays on the internet. I also wrote one or two novels, but they were all just my little hobbies. No one around me knows my hobby. With my writing skills and influence, there's no way I could have a fan.

"If there is a story for you," the Taoist said, "would you like to write it?"

"How would I have the ability to!" I smiled. This must be a netizen who had read my article and was purposely trying to hide it from me at the airport. "Who the hell are you?"

The Daoist priest said, "If you're willing to write, then it's fine."

"Do we know each other?" I asked.

"No," said the Taoist. "Never." Then the Daoist priest left. Before she left, several people suddenly appeared behind her. She didn't know where they came from, but judging from their posture, they were protecting her. I was stunned, a female Taoist priest actually had several bodyguards accompanying them. The bodyguards were all standing straight. They were most likely soldiers who had gone through a career transition, or perhaps they were just soldiers. Damn, since when did Daoists have such awesome treatment.

What the fuck kind of person was this?

Until we boarded the plane, I was still amazed at the strange encounter with a female Taoist priest at the airport. Then we went to Karachi, took a break in the Carracci Hotel, and the next day we changed planes to go to our construction site. In the evening, my colleague started complaining that his computer had been stolen, that his laptop bag, which was supposed to contain it, had become a pair of car magazines.

No matter how hard his colleagues tried to remember, they could not remember how their computers had disappeared because he had never put his laptop bag out of sight. I was suddenly alarmed, afraid that I had suffered the same fate. So I immediately opened my laptop bag, found my computer still there, and felt a lump in my chest. This was the first laptop I had ever had in my life, and I associated it with it. It cost me two months of my salary to buy a job in Pakistan.

I worked in Pakistan, got bored at night, and then wrote something online, like I did at home, as a little hobby, and had nothing to do at night anyway.

It wasn't until one day, when my roommate was playing mahjong and I was looking for my clothes, that I suddenly found that there was an oily paper bag in my suitcase, very old-fashioned, the kind I saw adults use when I was very young, tied with twine. I couldn't even think when my family had put such a thing in.

Could it be that my family had given me a surprise? So I began to open the oilskin package. After opening it, I found that there were three books inside, both of which were very dilapidated, with yellowed hair curls and a musty smell.

I can't tell where these three books came from, so I'll have to read them first. At the very top, there was a small booklet with a black cover and a large title. It took me a long time to recognize that it was "Qing Ming Zhi", a title I had never heard of, even though I had read quite a few books. I casually flipped it open and found that it was filled with vertical rows of traditional styles. From the typesetting, it seemed like a long time ago, this kind of book must have been out of print and had a collection value. I didn't expect my luck to be so good that I made a small fortune. But when I read one of the words, I was not happy.

"Take Ding Zhannan, Yin Fan and Xiuyan, and use the western edict to prolong the third return of the Ruins by a quarter of an hour!"

This book has no punctuation, only teasing. I can understand this saying, this is a way of writing in ancient times, in ancient times when small officials, every time they went out on business, they would record down the contents of their own work, so as to not let the official affairs become complicated and forget about it. When his superior asked him about it, there was information to be found. However, the contents of his words were rather strange. He was clearly mentioning that a small official was carrying out a terrifying mission on his own.

I explained one word at a time:

"Soldiers" and "bet", they were referring to him bringing along a few followers, or calling himself a soldier. There was also another explanation, which was that a group of soldiers were escorting a person, and he had gone with them.

Ding Zhannan yin", this easy explanation, is that a person was killed in Nanyin, which is not a geographical name, but rather a location. China has existed from ancient mountains in the north to the south, and from the south to the north of the mountain to the sun, for example, Jinyang, Liaoyang, our Hubei's Zhongyang, Xianyang, and Hanyang, and so on. In other words, this place is located in the south of the mountain, in the northern part of the river, suitable for the population to live and multiply, and its geographical location is good, which is also good for feng shui. However, there are very few places with names like Jiang Yin and Huai Yin. I seem to have only heard of Yue Fei's hometown Tang Yin, and similar names like Jiang Yin and Huai Yin. Especially in the modern era, places with shady characters were even rarer. The South Yin mentioned in this book meant that on a mountain near the southern river, it was not a good place for the living to stay. It was best not to build a house, or till farmland, or whatever.

These words were precisely the words' at the foot of the mountain, on the riverbank, you killed a person '. In ancient times, when the officials killed people and went through an official trial, they would issue a death sentence for questioning after autumn. However, there were also exceptions, and that was if the culprit was a criminal, or if he had committed the crime of conspiring against others, he could be executed immediately after autumn. So when I saw the word "Fan Xiu", I understood that this person was executed in the summer, and Fan Xiu's ancient counterpart was the summer. The fire of the five elements meant that all living things flourished and grew, so summer was the most taboo for killing.

The first half of the sentence was nothing out of the ordinary. It was just that a small official had said that he had participated in a mission to kill people on the riverbank. However, the text on the bottom half of the page was not ordinary at all.

To the west," he said, "is to bring the body of the executioner to the west, but the west is a general direction, very inaccurate." It would be wrong to say it was a place or a yamen. In addition, in ancient times, the government no longer cared about the execution of prisoners, unlike the time when they had to give a casket to their families. In ancient times, the prisoner's corpse was left on the execution ground, waiting for the family members to retrieve it themselves. It was very strange to take the west, and then came the word 'decree', which was meant for emperors.

What kind of prisoner had the Emperor himself been alerted to, or executed on the riverbank? But the decree means a time delay of three-quarters and a quarter, which is about one hour and fifty minutes for us now. But since he had already been killed, what was the point in delaying?

The last sentence was the most puzzling, "The three return of the Ruins". The Ruins could understand that the Ruins meant the Ruins, but what ruins were there on the riverbank? I thought for a moment and knew that the Ruins had another meaning back in the ancient times, but there was almost no need for it anymore.

When I thought of this, my back suddenly went numb. Then I thought, "Three returns." The three words didn't mean three returns, but rather, it was a habit in an ancient language that meant many times. The third time he came back was to pull him back and forth many times.

I immediately understood the true meaning of this sentence. That is to say, the prisoner executed at the execution ground had been deceived many times. The one who wrote down the order was not an ordinary official, but a hell commissioner. The one who gave the order was not the emperor of the human world, but the king of hell. To take the west meant to bring my soul to the underworld.

Thinking about it this way, the meaning of this sentence was completely clear: This hell commissioner knew that there was a criminal on the riverbank who had been executed, his mission was to wait on the riverbank, and pull the soul of the executed criminal into the underworld. But after the prisoner had died, Hades suddenly sent an order, saying that this person would live an extra hour and fifty times longer, so the hell commissioner released the soul, the soul returned to the soul, and the execution site caused a panic. hell commissioner could not control herself and went to pull some people, but she was a strong bandit. With insufficient strength, she dragged her soul into the underworld, and her soul resisted. The two battled back and forth a few times before finally completing the mission.

The heck! Isn't this a hell commissioner's workbook!

I quickly looked at the records on the other pages. All of them were of this kind. It was all because of this hell commissioner's narration of how hard it was to work, and the matter of capturing the wrong person.

I closed the book, wondering where the hell this book had come from. I slowly recalled my recent experiences, whether there was anything strange about them. After thinking about it for awhile, I ended up meeting a strange female Taoist priest at the Twin Streams Airport.

"If there is a story for you, would you like to write it?"

I suddenly remembered the female Taoist priest's words. Did she want me to write a story about a hell commissioner?