On the morning of November 30, 2009, a bullet train from Huangpao Mountain to Jinling City, Northwest Province, was driving on the railway tracks at lightning speed.

Fang Feiyang and Su Yazhi sat in the spacious and tidy first-class carriage, chatting and laughing.

"Brother Feiyang, you go back to Sucheng and help me pay attention to the subsequent progress of this antique fraud case. I want to get first-hand information."

Su Yazhi sat next to Fang Feiyang and asked with a smile.

"Well, why do you use it?" Fang Feiyang asked with a little interest.

"Of course it's for my press release... Your memory is so poor. Didn't I tell you? I'm going to write the incident I personally experienced into a report. That night, we were in Langting International Hotel, and I had already written the beginning of the press release... Then... the man named Gu was taken away by the Sucheng police. Please ask me about the relevant information about the case trial."

Speaking of Langting International's presidential suite, Su Yazhi's pretty face turned slightly red. The "breast attack" incident that happened after taking a shower that night often appeared in her mind and could not be removed.

Fang Feiyang saw the beauty showing her face and joking. When she talked about Langting International's presidential suite, two beautiful blush appeared on her cheeks.

The fleeting shyness that was fleeting in the moment could not escape Fang Feiyang's eyes. He knew very well in his heart why Su Yazhi showed such a shy expression. As the person involved, he could only pretend to be nothing at this time and replied with a smile:

"Hahaha, reporter Su Da, look at my memory, it's okay. After I go back this time, I'll ask Officer Tong for inquiries... By the way, we later found the dark room in the air-raid shelter, so don't write it into your report. If your article is published, will it be known to everyone in the world?"

After laughing, Fang Feiyang was a little worried that Su Yazhi's news reports would play an advertising role.

"Don't worry, I just want to report the entire antique fraud case. As for the stone cave exploration behind it, of course, it won't appear here."

Su Yazhi's charming eyes narrowed into a slit, and she wanted to say that she knew how to weigh the matters and it would be fine for you to worry about it.

"It seems that I'm too worried. As expected, reporter Su Da is smart and has a thorough plan." Fang Feiyang deliberately looked up and down at the beauty and said jokingly.

"Bah! Don't call me 'Su Da reporter', it's so ugly." Su Yazhi spat lightly and rolled her eyes to Fang Feiyang, "I may not choose to be a reporter after graduation. The main purpose of this press release I prepared is to use it as my graduation design. What I have experienced personally have a strong sense of reality..."

Fang Feiyang nodded deeply in agreement and agreed.

As the two chatted, they talked about the topic of Huangpaoshan Air Raid Shelter.

"There is one thing that I have been bothering in my heart since I thought last night. You said, when I was 'digging deep holes and storing grain', why did the people dig into that dark room and block it again?"

Fang Feiyang said this, his expression was a little serious, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned. He really couldn't understand this problem. If the people had reported the accidental discovery in the mountain as cultural relics protection and the local cultural relics protection organization sent experts to the stone chamber for trouble, then half a century later, there would be no more than Fang Feiyang and Su Yazhi, and they would not have seen the three treasures in the secret compartment.

When Su Yazhi heard Fang Feiyang's doubts, she smiled sweetly, "Oh, I thought it was a professional problem. You should ask me this question long ago."

"Do you know? Please give me advice..." Fang Feiyang seemed to be listening with scruples.

"Hehe...we journalists, when we go out to report something, we must first understand the local customs and culture. This is a professional habit..."

Su Yazhi also deliberately kept a secret, slowly talking about the topic, and then continued: "This should be related to local beliefs. Legend has it that the Zhongli Taoist Temple on Huangpao Mountain is the place where Han Zhongli, one of the Eight Immortals, became a monk. This god once built an underground secret room underground in the Taoist temple, and often lived in it to practice martial arts and practice. Later generations called it "Zhongli Cave."

"You mean that the working people who dug air raid shelters used that dark room as a cave of immortals. Out of awe, they did not dare to disturb the gods, so they built up the dug stone walls?"

Fang Feiyang saw Su Yazhi telling mythological stories vividly, and strongly resisted the urge to laugh. No one in this world knows the master of the dark room better than him. Han Zhongli, one of the Eight Immortals, was clearly the head of the Shangqing School and the living Taoist master.

It turns out that the ancient legend of immortals was based on artistic processing based on the incomprehensible people.

Su Yazhi saw Fang Feiyang's expression strange and raised her eyebrows, saying, "Why, don't you believe it?" There is another legend about Zhongli Temple. In ancient times, every household there was bitter water, and the stream water left from the mountain stream was also bitter. People in Huangpao Mountain were suffering from drinking water. Later, Han Zhongli, one of the Eight Immortals, came to the mountain and threw a stone at the source of the living water, chanting in a mouth, 'There is no bitterness in the true water, the real water has no fragrance, the bitterness is sweet, and the jade dew is nectar'."

Hearing this, Fang Feiyang's smile disappeared without a trace. He asked in a deep voice: "What's next?"

"Later, people found a layer of green waves in the river water in the mountains. Some people hurriedly took a bucket and tried it, but the entrance was very sweet, which both cleared heat and quenched thirst, moistened the lungs and spleen. When they fed water, they washed their hair and face. They felt refreshed and smooth. They were used to take a shower at night. The skin was smooth and comfortable, tender and soft, and they felt light in their body."

After listening to this mythological story, Fang Feiyang lowered his head and said nothing, as if he had thought of something.

He sensed the picture by the underworld river in the Fengshui Cave. Didn’t Li Zhijun, wearing a Taoist robe, hold a thunder sound stone and throw the stone into the underworld river with a smile?

It turns out that he is the prototype character in the mythology.

The god that local people believe in is Li Zhijun, the head of the Shangqing School. Li Zhijun, who has been in charge of more than a thousand years, must have discovered the wonderful use of this kind of meteorite outside the sky. In order to benefit the local residents, he threw the thunder sound stone with magical functions into the dark river and used the thunder sound stone to change the water quality.

Fang Feiyang finally understood why the Taoist priest in the image threw the thunder sound stone into the water. This mysterious meteorite solved the drinking water problem for local residents. In the hearts of the villagers, he naturally became a god who saved the suffering.

The locals accidentally discovered the cave halfway up the mountain. The thankful villagers built a Taoist temple on the mountain to worship the gods in their hearts. Unfortunately, people don’t know the true identity of Master Li. From when, the head of the Shangqing Sect had another new identity, Han Zhongli, one of the Eight Immortals.

Of course, the story that follows is Fang Feiyang's inference.

He understood that because such myths have been circulating on Huangpao Mountain for more than a thousand years, when the local people were digging air raid shelters, they chose to seal the passage and did not dare to disturb the immortals' cultivation.

"How is it? Brother Feiyang, do you have any questions? If you are like me, you will know these legends if you are walking around Zhongli Temple more often. These myths are engraved on stone tablets for tourists to read... Look at this photo I took, this well is called 'Xiangquan Well', and it is said that the well water inside is sweet."

Su Yazhi took out her mobile phone and showed it to Fang Feiyang. From the photos, we can see that the location of this Xiangquan Well should be located in the lower reaches of the underground river in the mountain. The so-called well water is actually the river water in the underground river. These waters have flowed through the Leiyin Stone.

"There are many secrets on Lei Yinshi..." Fang Feiyang murmured to himself.

"Ah, what thunder sound stone?" Su Yazhi asked in confusion.

"Uh... nothing, I'm talking about rocks. There must have been many stories in that rock cave a thousand years ago, but we just don't know."

Fang Feiyang slapped and made excuses.

Leiyin Stone, a stone that does not exist on the earth, always brings unexpected effects to Fang Feiyang.

After dealing with it many times, Fang Feiyang realized in his heart that a few months ago, he woke up in a coma in Mr. Song's villa. The perception ability that suddenly appeared for the first time must have been given to him by this stone.

As for how he gained this perception ability, Fang Feiyang suspected that it was related to the explosion in Metasequoia that night. Didn’t the old man say that there was a thunder sound stone in the box stolen by the international thief that day. Did that stone really disappear in the explosion? Or did it always exist in other special forms?

He decided that after returning home this time, he would carefully check the Hidden Gate file and spend time studying what kind of meteorites are coming to the earth in outer space.
Chapter completed!