Part 2 Chapter 25 Horse
My scalp immediately went numb when I heard this. Regardless of how the horse's soul got into Yuan Zhen's plaster statue, just looking at this word, isn't this the chess piece from old man Wan's house? Could it be that there is really a connection between them? Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental?
My mind is a little confused. I still have the horse chess piece . But even if there is a connection, what is Old Man Wan trying to say? Predicting the future? Reminding us to be careful of the filth in the plaster statue?
I quickly asked Qin Yiheng if this thing could be the reason why Old Man Wan knocked down the "Knight" chess piece?
Qin Yiheng thought for a while and did not express his opinion. He asked me to follow him to the closet, opened the closet door, pointed to the paintings on the inside of the closet door and said, "These paintings are really weird. Everyone's posture looks like they are dancing, and it's a group dance with very uniform movements. I've thought about it for a long time before, and I always felt that only by looking at all the paintings in the closet could I get a general idea, but today, with the reminder of this plaster statue, I finally figured out some clues." After saying that, Qin Yiheng tilted his neck to one side, almost bending it to ninety degrees, and asked me to look at it in the same posture as him.
His posture was very funny. My back and waist were sore and my neck was not much better. It hurt a little when I tilted my eyes 90 degrees. But when I adjusted my sight 90 degrees, I suddenly found that the people with strange postures in the previous painting were all on all fours, like they were crawling on the ground!
These people can't walk? We both really ignored this point before, because the wardrobe is too heavy and difficult to move, and according to the thinking of a normal person with healthy limbs, it is difficult to associate it with this aspect.
I thought to myself: "Are these people disabled? Where are these disabled people going to crawl? Is there something important that requires them to rush so hard?" As I was thinking, an idea suddenly occurred to me: "The filth tonight was a horse in a plaster statue of a person. In this case, these people are not people at all, but horse souls in human bodies, so they are crawling on all fours?"
I quickly asked Qin Yiheng for confirmation. After listening, he nodded solemnly and said, "Although this is outrageous, from now on, this speculation is the closest. Presumably this is the reason why Wan Jinrong gave you the chess piece, and it is also the reason why this plaster statue appears here." After that, he picked up the meridian, rubbed it a few times with his hands, looked at it carefully for a long time in the light, and then told me that this meridian was made of many kinds of things twisted together. He couldn't recognize them all, but at least horse mane and hemp rope were indispensable. Maybe the horse's ligaments or bone marrow were filled in the innermost part, but it was not easy to distinguish.
In this way, the filth was actually made into a body, and the shell was made of plaster. I am afraid that when it was made, there was also a very complicated ritual of offering horse blood and burning horse bones. The only purpose of doing this is to make the soul in the plaster statue think that it is still alive, or in other words, it knows that it is dead, but cannot die completely. The corpse spots on the plaster statue are proof of this.
That's why he never felt the plaster statue was resentful. The little ghost who collected souls must have been waiting for a long time, but he still couldn't get the soul back. Therefore, at the place where the soul was taken, that is, above and below the collarbone of the chest, these light red patches were left. This was the proof that the ghost had failed to pierce the soul, and the red color was left by the ghost's hook.
The ghost messengers who collect souls in the underworld are not necessarily the black and white impermanence often shown on TV. To use the words of the living world, the dead person must be of a certain "level", that is, a person of great evil or great good, to be worthy of the black and white impermanence to come and take the soul. For animals, if they have no Taoist skills, it is usually the little ghosts who come to take the soul and leave it at that. Moreover, the black and white impermanence will not collect the souls of cows and horses; and the black impermanence will not come to take the soul at night, and the white impermanence will not come to take the soul during the day. In the end, there are still many theories.
Qin Yiheng finished speaking, took a sip of beer, and looked at me, waiting for me to ask questions about what I didn't understand. His words were very clear, so it turned out that we smashed the plaster statue and it was a favor to the ghost. However, I was still confused. This plaster statue was Yuan Zhen's image. We had seen Yuan Zhen many times, and his legs and feet were very agile. If this plaster statue was just to remind us of the problem in the painting, would it be necessary to go through so much trouble? Wouldn't it be enough to just tell us directly?
When asked about Qin Yiheng, he groaned and said, "There must be some reason for this, but we just don't know it yet. In this world, there are some things you want to say but can't; there are some things you want to say but dare not. The other party has gone to great lengths to figure this out, so he must have some concerns. However, no matter what, from now on, the other party's malicious intent is not that great."
I thought about it in my mind. He said that the other party had no ill intentions, but I always felt that we were being played by someone. Who knows who is hiding in the dark, watching us perform a skit here. Thinking about it this way, my head was a little heavy. At this point, I really don’t know why we are doing this now, and what we are doing. Since I can’t figure it out, I simply don’t think about it. I changed the subject and asked Qin Yiheng what was lying in the soil.
He smiled and said, "Those are all boys' urine. I poured them in to ward off evil spirits and keep the soil contained so that the filth will have to come out from the crown of the plaster statue." After saying that, he couldn't help but laugh twice.
His damn smile was really asking for a slap. Before leaving, he insisted that I wash my hands with urine-stained dirt. When I asked him about it, he told me with confidence that it was because I was holding down the turtle shell and he was afraid that I would come into contact with filth, so this was just for safety.
Although he said that, I still felt like I was being played a trick by him. But the incident had already passed and there was no way to pursue it, so I could only endure it.
After talking about this, at least I have figured out the whole story. After working all night, the day was about to dawn. I was really exhausted. I ended the conversation, drank a can of beer, and didn't even bother to go home. I slept directly at Qin Yiheng's house.
I slept so soundly that when I woke up, it was already time for lunch. I got up and walked around the room, and I found that Qin Yiheng was not there. Looking at the time, he probably went out to buy lunch. He can't cook, and I came here with great difficulty, he can't let me go hungry.
I turned on the computer and surfed the Internet while waiting for him to come back. But it was already past 1pm and Qin Yiheng still hadn't shown up. My stomach was growling, so I called him to urge him to come back. When I dialed the number, his phone rang in the room, indicating that he hadn't brought his phone with him.
Seeing this, I didn't want to eat for free, so I just got dressed, washed my face, and went out to find a small restaurant to eat. As soon as I left the corridor and before I could get a taxi, my phone rang. It was a text message from an unfamiliar number, and the content was that they wanted to ask me to talk about housing.
Because I no longer had Yuan Zhen's help, I had to use my own connections to get my phone number connected to larger real estate agencies across the country, and told them that if there was any business, the property owner could contact me directly. After the deal was done, we would return the commission to them based on a percentage of the contract price.
At first I didn't take it seriously, thinking it was a real business opportunity, so I called and asked a few questions. The person who answered the phone sounded like a middle-aged man. He spoke very politely and said that it was difficult to explain a few words over the phone. He wanted to arrange a meeting with me and gave me the address of a teahouse.