‘Wang Tiejian?’ A scene from a martial arts novel flashed through Han Qing’s mind, and then he burst into laughter.
In Jin Yong's martial arts novels, the Iron Gun Temple is located near Jiaxing in the south of the Yangtze River, but this is Ding'an in the northwest. The distance between the two is probably four to five thousand miles. How could Wang Tiequiang's temple appear here?
After laughing, he was not interested in caring about which immortal the clay statue was. He squatted down, took out a few pieces of bacon from his luggage, pierced them with branches, and put them on the fire to bake.
In a moment, the fat on the bacon was roasted and fell into the fire drop by drop. The rich aroma immediately filled the entire main hall.
Han Qing was so hungry that he couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed a branch, put it to his mouth, tore it to the left, stroked it to the right, three times and two times, and wiped out the bacon like a wind and a cloud.
With the food in his stomach, he immediately felt warm. He straightened his clothes, stood up and walked to the window to look at the sky, only to find that at some point, autumn rain began to fall outside.
The autumn rain started all of a sudden, but he didn't know when it would stop. Han Qing secretly cried out in pain and hurriedly ran to the side room to take care of his mount.
Fortunately, although the wing room is ventilated from all directions, the roof is basically intact. There are one or two leaks, but it does not leave the livestock with no place to hide.
After settling down his mount, he returned to the main hall of the dilapidated temple. Han Qing was soaked all over.
He had no choice but to go outside and find a relatively complete green tile and put it on the fire as a pot to boil water. Then while waiting for the water to boil, he used the heat from the fire to bake the clothes.
The dead branches and leaves in the main hall were all blown by the strong wind. How much can be accumulated? In less than half an hour, more than half of them were burned. And the hot water on the tiles just started to bubble up.
The little bubbles are still far away from each other.
Han Qing didn't dare to drink lukewarm water after being caught in the rain, so he had to stand up again and go to a place slightly far away from him in the hall to collect dead branches and leaves. After walking a few steps, he suddenly felt a stiffness under his feet and looked down.
He went away, but it was because he took away the dead branches and leaves, exposing a stone tablet.
The upper half of the stele is pure black and densely engraved with small characters. The lower half is rich in earthy yellow.
Obviously, this object originally stood outside the main hall. After it fell, some kind-hearted people passing by tried their best to move it into the main hall to avoid being damaged by wind and rain. The words engraved on it were
The text disappears completely.
'What exactly is written on the stone tablet?'
'Who is the owner of the statue?'
'If the owner of the statue is an unknown person, or the words on the stone tablet are irrelevant, I am afraid that no matter how kind-hearted passers-by are, they will not go to great lengths to move tons of stone tablets!'
Thinking of the weight of the stone tablet and the effort required to move it into the main hall, Han Qing immediately became interested in the words on it.
Picking up a slightly thick dead branch, he leaned towards the fire and lit it, holding it in his hand as a candle. He approached the stone tablet and carefully discerned the words on it, only to find that the words described were famous brave generals from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.
Li Cunxiao’s life story.
According to the description of the inscription, Li Cunxiao was originally an orphan who was captured by the army of the Later Jin Dynasty. Without knowing how, he became both civilized and military, and was invincible with a spear. Immediately, he was adopted as an adopted son by the King of Jin Li Keyong and led him to the Eastern Expedition.
West discussion.
"I don't know how, but he became both civil and military. Could it be that like Han, his soul also traveled through time?" Han Qing had a sudden thought, then grinned and shook his head with a wry smile.
If there were so many time-travelers, history would have been messed up long ago. How could it be possible that I would time-travel to the Northern Song Dynasty and be in the same era as Dangxiang's rise?
But when he thought about it again, he became doubtful again.
Because he had only a partial understanding of the major events that had occurred in the Northern Song Dynasty in history. Even if there were changes now, he would not be able to detect them.
With some suspicion, he continued reading. As a result, Li Cunxiao's life gradually became clear in his eyes.
Under the command of King Li Keyong of the Jin Dynasty, this man conquered the south and the north and made numerous meritorious deeds. Therefore, he served as the governor of Fenzhou and the governor of Pizhou. At that time, Ding'an County was once under the jurisdiction of the governor of Pizhou.
Due to years of war, there are swarms of ferocious beasts in the Ziwu Mountains, and they often go down the mountain together to attack villages.
After Li Cunxiao took office, he immediately led his brothers to go hunting in the mountains. Within a few months, all tigers, leopards, wild wolves, and bears were wiped out.
Later, Li Cunxiao betrayed Li Keyong and was captured and executed by Li Keyong. All his titles were taken away. However, the people of Ding'an missed the benefits of this person. In the Zhuangzong era of the later Tang Dynasty, they obtained official permission to build a temple in Ziwu Mountain.
Worship his heroic soul.
"The locals do have a conscience!" Han Qing commented with a sigh after reading the inscription, "They didn't rush to draw a clear line with Li Cunxiao just because he was unlucky later."
Then he thought about how he took his archers into the mountains to hunt with a playful attitude, but was actually appreciated by the people. Moreover, in the county town a few days ago, he even enjoyed a free meal without having to pay. Han Qing
Suddenly I felt a bit proud again.
Isn’t Li Cunxiao’s behavior similar to that of Han?
Although Han's marksmanship is just a show, even Zhang Fan may not be able to beat him. Although Han is only a ninth-grade junior, many levels behind the governor. But in the past six months, Han has killed ferocious beasts and made rivers of blood flow!
Thinking of this, his eyes when he looked at the statue suddenly softened a lot. He felt that although the other person was not necessarily a time traveler, he was half a fellow traveler with him.
The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier. He was trapped in the main hall of the ruined temple and had nothing to do anyway. He simply held up the burning branches and began to inspect the situation inside the hall.
More than half of the front door has been demolished, and the remaining half is on the verge of decay and cannot stop any wild animals. The back door has been blocked up with stones and mud, turning it into an uneven wall.
On the left and right sides, there should have been more than a dozen sculptures accompanying the worship, but they have disappeared, leaving only stone bases.
Under Li Cunxiao's feet, there were several quilts made of hay. Obviously, beggars or travelers once lived here.
If you continue to go back along the legs of the statue, you will see a man-made hole on the buttocks of the statue, about half a meter wide and 60 centimeters high, which can lead directly to the inside of the statue.
There must have been tomb robbers who visited the statue before, thinking that there would be treasure inside the statue, so they dug holes to examine it without hesitation.
This is in line with the saying, "The same rice can feed hundreds of people."
Some people did not forget Li Cunxiao's achievements in slaying ferocious beasts and made a statue of him. However, some thieves were concerned about the treasures that might be inside the statue and cut holes in the buttocks of the statue.
And it is very likely that the latter is the younger generation of the former and is connected by blood.
I don’t know if Li Cunxiao really had a spirit under the spring, would he laugh or cry when he saw this scene?
Suddenly, from being a patrol patrolman who responded to every call, to a runaway with only a ruined temple to live in, Han Qing was deeply shocked.
Therefore, all the negative emotions accumulated in this life and the previous life burst out unknowingly, making his mentality become a little cynical.
He was secretly laughing at the forgetfulness of the world. In just a few decades, he had completely forgotten all the benefits of Li Cunxiao, only thinking about whether there was any treasure in his belly. Suddenly, there was another sound in his ears.
The rapid sound of horse hooves! "Yes, yes, yes..."
"Not good!" Han Qing yelled in her heart, and she could no longer sympathize with Li Cunxiao's suffering. She returned to the statue in three steps, knocked over the hot water that had just been boiled, and doused the fire. Then, she picked up the fire.
With the spears, robes and luggage, he set off.
Where is the time?
As soon as the senior showed his head from the main hall, he saw that several horses had already broken through the rain curtain. He was so frightened that he quickly retracted his head, walked around behind the statue in three steps, then gritted his teeth, and walked smoothly.
He quickly climbed into the hole left by the tomb robber.
The statue is indeed hollow and very dry inside. It is also covered with thick straw.
As soon as Han Qing's feet came into contact with the straw, he understood that someone had once used the statue's belly as a bedroom and slept soundly in it.
This was much more comfortable than sleeping at the foot of the statue. He shook his head with a wry smile, quickly buried his luggage and rugs under the straw, and hid his body in a corner. Before he could hide it securely, a ball of fire suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
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After trembling for a moment, he took a closer look and found a thin crack in the lower abdomen of the statue. The fire came from the crack, and the source was a newly lit torch.
"Master, there are people here, the ashes are still hot!" A hoarse voice sounded immediately, causing Han Qing's scalp to suddenly start to tremble again.
He quickly raised his head and searched for a hiding place inside the statue. He clearly discovered that the crack spread from the lower abdomen of the statue to a height of two to three meters, reaching the top of his head.
Suddenly, he had an idea in his mind.
Bending down, he quickly stuffed the spear under the straw. Then, he supported the inner wall of the statue with his hands and feet, and slowly moved upward, trying not to make any movement.
After a while, he hid his body inside the statue, where his head was, and his eyes were vaguely facing the nostrils of the statue.
"Third brother, search to see if there is anyone!" A rough command sounded at the door, and then there was another burst of messy footsteps.
"Yes! Hall Master!" The uninvited guest who lit the torch first agreed and searched around, and in a blink of an eye he came to the hole behind the statue.
Han Qing's heart suddenly rose to his throat.
Supporting the inside of the statue with his hands and feet, he did not dare to take a breath. At the same time, he silently muttered in his heart, "General Li Cunxiao, if you are really effective, please bless Han this time. After all, Han has done what you have done several times.
It’s a good thing, no matter whether it’s intentional or not!”
It was as if some deity heard his words. The uninvited guest put his torch into the hole, but only glanced at the straw bed twice without turning his head upward.
Immediately, the man retracted the torch and his body at the same time, and reported loudly, "No one is there. He must be a beggar. Hearing the sound of horse hooves, he scared away."
"Run away, he will be lucky!" The guy who was called the hall master was dripping with water. He wiped his face impatiently and ordered loudly. "Leave him alone. Hurry, put the fire back on
Light it up. Carry that little girl's skin to me on the altar table. When I finish roasting it, I will execute her on the spot!"
"Beast, you have to die!" A female voice cried and cursed. Soon, her mouth was blocked, leaving only a low whimper.
'It's none of my business, it's none of my business. I can't even beat Zhang Fan, and I don't even care about my own life now' Han Qing closed her eyes and told herself in her mind. At the same time, she tried not to
Listen to what's going on outside.
His heartbeat began to accelerate again, but there was no pain at all from being pinched.
In recent days, the blow to "Remnant Soul" has obviously been heavier than that of himself. Therefore, it is easy to dare not interfere with his decision.
