The city of Guangzhou is surrounded by floods, and the waves are rolling in front of the Nanhai Ancient Temple. The terrifying flood peak has annihilated the fertile land on the embankment, and swallowed up Zhangqiu Gang into a watery shore. At this time, if anyone is standing there and looking around, they will notice
The whole world seems to have returned to an era of ignorance before Hongmeng was divided, and life like grass has long been precarious and irrelevant.
On Zhangqiu Hill, a group of people were even more desperate. At this time, the road outside the village was cut off, and there was no rescue despite waiting. The villagers had no food and water and had nowhere to go. They could only give up their homes and live in Hongsheng Temple, helplessly working day and night.
Climb high and look far away.
From Zhangqiu Hill, they could clearly see that the brick foundation of Fuxu Ancient Village had been destroyed by the flood, and the calm archway had also disappeared before their eyes. Not even the top of the roof of the house was left.
The water from the rivers coming from all directions is still vast and endless, with the sound of thunder and rain, and the waves are surging unscrupulously, which is daunting.
Jin Peiyuan's "Guangzhou Records" records: "There is a village a hundred miles east of Guangzhou, named 'Gudou'. From then on, it went out to sea and became boundless." Gudou was the original Zhangqiugang Village. Looking back at this
The dim sea and sky at that time were exactly the same as those recorded in the book, and thousands of years seemed like a blink of an eye.
But such a scene has been gone for too long. Not only have the villagers never seen it, but even their ancestors have not witnessed such a scene for hundreds of years.
It developed from Gudou in the Jin Dynasty to Nanhai Town, and in the Tang Dynasty it expanded to Fuxu Town. It is also the confluence point of the Xijiang, Dongjiang and Beijiang rivers, so Fuxu Town is also called the "Three River Estuary" and suffers from sediment accumulation.
It's just inevitable.
In the pale memories of the villagers, it seems that with the last batch of sailboats in the late Song Dynasty, Fuxu Port collapsed like a skin that had been drained of all its vitality. The fishermen who once sang late for generations,
The lamps and shadows collapsed with a loud sound, gradually leaving only the appearance of a messy wreckage.
For some reason, the legend of crossing the sea is always circulated in the village, and some people still vaguely remember that the person who left with the boat and the promise was named Lu Junshi.
Time slowly arrived in the Ming Dynasty. Due to the construction of embankments to prevent floods in the past dynasties, the place gradually became a shallow land as sediment accumulated. After the coastline moved outward, Fuxu Port also lost its favorable port conditions, and ship trade gradually declined. Today, Fuxu Port has gradually declined.
The waterway in Xugang became narrower and narrower, and continued to decline. Only a narrow river channel was left in and out, which finally became history, and the scene on the Fuxu River was no longer beautiful.
This ancient town, which relies on the prosperity of the port and has gradually become deserted because of the decline of the port, should have gradually come to the end of its life. But suddenly, it seems that the scene a thousand years ago suddenly reappeared in front of us. Only this time, the water of the ancient port
The soul of the underworld has the intention of pretending to resurrect and then spread its teeth and claws to select people and devour them, wanting to take everything away completely.
The intersection of the three rivers represents the mouth of the water, and the boiling sea and the sky are even more severe. The plight of Zhangqiugang Village comes from being attacked from both sides. Even if the water of the three rivers gathered inland at this time is twisted into a line, it cannot break through the roaring roar of the boiling sea.
The waves, even before they spread, were already washed away by the tide and turned into extremely fine bubbles——
The tide carries the power of the wind and the storm surges suddenly. This is undoubtedly a tidal disaster that occurs once in a century!
In order to cope with the natural disaster, the villagers of Zhangqiugang Village have exhausted all methods within a few days. However, whether it is building embankments and dams or dredging and opening gates, facing the sudden tidal disaster is just a drop in the bucket. After all their efforts, they finally failed.
Unable to save the cottage at the foot of the mountain, they could only gather dejectedly in the ancient Nanhai Temple on the top of the mountain, praying day and night in front of the silent statue of King Hong Sheng.
But praying hard could not stop the rain, and begging hard could not stop the disaster. The outside of the ancient Nanhai Temple had turned into an isolated island in the vast sea. The villagers were always worried about being swept up in the waves and drowned in the belly of fish and turtles.
All misfortunes seem to have started on the night when all the young men in the village died.
At this time, the villagers belatedly remembered every bit of what their ancestors had said. The too comfortable and ordinary daily life of living in the fields and farming made them forget that they were actually at the confluence of the three rivers and on the top of the boiling waves. They also forgot that the bottom of the sea could roll up dead bodies.
The undercurrent flowing deep into the depths is a terrifying sign of the tidal disaster...
At some point, blasphemous whispers began to sound. The red-faced god-man in the main hall was wearing a crown and his eyes were wide open. He was sitting on a chair made of two dragons. He looked at this group of nowhere with his beard.
A returnable person.
The eyes of the village chief in the hall were filled with bloodshot eyes. He saw that the colorful mural behind the statue had cracked a large crack, and the paint was eclipsed by moisture and moss. However, the two large stone carvings in the inner hall were clearly visible under the candlelight.
The one on the left is "The Picture of King Hong Sheng Suppressing the Sea and Conquering Demons", which depicts the magnificent scene of King Hong Sheng protecting the people, eliminating disasters, suppressing the sea and subduing demons. The picture on the right is "The Picture of King Guangli Weixian's Patrol", which depicts the magnificent scene of Hong Sheng.
The majestic scene of the Holy King leading the gods to patrol the world, shining with auspicious light and benefiting the world. Now everything has dimmed, and it seems that only this color has not dissipated.
"Now we can only invite King Hong Sheng to come out..."
The isolated villagers were woken up by a shout. They looked around in confusion, only to find that the person who sounded like thunder was not the thunderbolt above their heads, but the village chief with a pale face, who had not slept for several nights.
This skinny old man was standing under the eaves outside Hongsheng Temple. He stretched out a trembling finger and pointed at a certain place, and finally initiated some kind of forced ritual. At this time, the cold wind turned into his face.
Acupuncture, every command was like a thunderous sound in the hearts of the villagers, and it was almost heart-breaking.
But now there is no escape, no avoidance, and they have no choice.
Soon, the scattered sounds of gongs, drums, cymbals and cymbals could be heard outside the main hall, and the plaque of the solemn avoidance was swayingly lifted up. Before King Hong Sheng's patrol could stand firmly, it was carried out without warning.
After leaving the gate, the raindrops instantly wet the crimson curtain, turning it into a red that was more solid than blood.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The last villagers in Zhangqiugang Village are slowly leaving under the pouring rain outside the temple, just like countless God's birthday celebrations in the past, with faces
But there was no smile left, only an expression that was so calm that it was almost lifeless, and even his steps were silent as he walked outside.
The winding procession strolled along the rugged temple gate mountain road, and soon arrived at the cliff-like high ground. The villagers respectfully put down their sacred chariots and worshiped, tapping their foreheads against the hard sandstone and murmuring constantly.
Their lips were washed away by the rain, but they still crawled in the mud flowing freely for a long time, and no one was willing to get up.
I would like to ask, what does a temple mean to a village?
Ying Laodao understood the significance of this temple to Zhangqiugang Village, and also understood the status of King Hongsheng in the hearts of the villagers, so he had previously laid out the method of "housekeeping by gods and men" in an attempt to dispel the fear caused by Hei Yi. Although
The strategies did not all work, but Black Eye never came close to the Nanhai Ancient Temple no matter how rampant it was, because the villagers were always willing to believe that all difficulties would be eliminated before the divine power of King Hong Sheng.
But in the face of everything today, the situation has already exceeded their imagination and imagination. Even the omnipotent god and man cannot withstand the incoming natural disasters, let alone the invasion of successive bad lucks.
The originally deep-rooted beliefs are on the verge of collapse, but there is still a trace of luck left before the ice melts.
They could only hear the Hong Sheng Bao Gao that had been passed down from generation to generation read out from their mouths. The remaining old, weak, women and children in Zhangqiugang Village knelt on the ground piously and stubbornly. Finally, some people slowly raised their heads, with a persistent and deep look.
Looking at the god, I saw rays of divine light coming and going from his body, flickering between yin and yang, lingering and falling from the sky.
"King Hong Sheng bless..."
"King Hong Sheng bless..."
"King Hongsheng bless you..."
The sound of falling into the water kept resounding, and the people who followed were horrified to find that the villagers of Zhangqiugang Village were insensitively taking over, first throwing the "Silence" and "Avoidance" travel signs symbolizing the majesty of the gods into the water, and then
The ebony sword that symbolizes magic power, the dragon subduing wood, and the water-breaking stone are all things that were regarded as treasures in the past.
But the result of all this was not to stop the wind and rain, but to create a few shallow waves on the turbulent water surface at the bottom of the cliff, which disappeared in an instant.
The people held their breath and discovered that the time-honored plaques in the ancient Nanhai temple and the inscriptions engraved in the past dynasties were all carried out and thrown off the cliff one after another. They were still hoping that these literati of the past dynasties would
Being able to have a spiritual response, the supernatural scene of the God of the South China Sea reappearing in front of me: "The mysterious monsters of the sea emerge in a trance, winding snakes, dome turtles and fish, jumping first first", but nothing happened on the water.
The order finally came to the statue of the god. As a statue of a Yi man wearing Tang Dynasty clothes was thrown into the sea, the despair in the eyes of the villagers finally emerged, and they all cast their eyes on the lonely sedan chair on the top of the cliff. The villagers
Standing like puppets, there may be countless thoughts in their minds like foam on the sea, but they may be shattered and silenced by a big wave, leaving only empty heads in the end.
In a daze, it seemed that no one had ever gotten up to take action - at least everyone present thought that they had done no offense. But at some point, the sedan chariot had been pushed to a dangerous angle and was heading diagonally.
The astonishingly steep cliff slowly fell sideways, drawing an unsettling arc!
The hard rock shows no mercy. Even if the villagers turn their heads and cannot bear to look at it, they can still hear the sore sound of broken teeth. It seems that the sacred chariot made of solid wood has been overwhelmed by repeated stumbles and is slowly falling into pieces.
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None of them dared to look, but they could all imagine a scene, that is, something on the cliff was falling faster and faster, and eventually turned into flying wood chips floating on the sea surface, mixed with the previously thrown things, and a
Floating weakly in the current, the scene was abrupt and scattered.
But the villagers were still listening attentively, and suddenly there was a look on their faces.
Even now, the lead clouds on the distant sea and sky lines have not shown any sign of melting away, and the heavy rain is falling continuously. However, those who knelt and listened blankly in the heavy rain have never heard the last heavy sound.
The sound of objects falling into the water.
At that moment, countless gods responded, and visions and anecdotes came to mind. It seemed that the failures of several previous rituals didn't matter. Just jumping up this little flame was enough to make the ashes in the hearts of the villagers ignite again, and they were reborn into something extraordinary.
of piety.
The strong wind suddenly weakened, and people headed by the village chief rushed to the edge of the cliff to look down, hoping to see teams of patrolling Yashas riding the waves, as fast as lightning, carrying red flags and coming to subdue the waves.
!
But what they saw was that a few feet away from the sea below the cliff, a tree branch suddenly reached out and intercepted several dilapidated carriage boards, and happened to hit King Hong Sheng who immediately rolled into the sea.
It seemed like it was blocking him, so he didn't fall into the sea.
The gravel was trampled down from the cliff, and the wild waves crashed against the cliff bank, making a surging sound. The fragile branches were soon overwhelmed, and were finally bent into a miserable arc. As a few pieces of gravel crashed,
After rolling over the wooden board and falling into the sea, the ancient statue of the red-robed and red-faced god finally suddenly plunged into the water. After making a lonely splash, it completely disappeared with the water swirling around it.
The villagers were bathing in the wind and rain with despair on their faces, wailing one after another, and thunderbolts kept flashing above their heads, seeming to be laughing at their whims, and the statue of King Hong Sheng, which had high hopes, had been completely submerged by the sea, no matter they were in the waves.
No matter how hard you search, you can't find any trace of it——
Just like their last glimmer of hope, it disappeared completely with this last futile ceremony.
Despair flashed in the village chief's eyes. His footsteps had unknowingly stepped on the edge of the cliff. If he took another step forward, he would be buried in the abyss of the waves. There is no greater sorrow than death. The voices of the surrounding villagers were like voices from across the distance.
The sound came from the water, but no matter how hard I heard it, I couldn't hear it clearly. It seemed like some strange language that I had never heard before...
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The village chief’s feet were about to fall, but he was caught by the people behind him. What the village chief saw was a pair of red eyes soaked in salty rainwater, and joints
The man's pale and blue skin stretched out his arms, and the man was almost face to face before the chaotic voice reached his ears!
"Look...someone is coming from the sea..."
Things are so strange. The idea of the villagers crossing the sea is still in the air. They are already in a desperate situation of isolation and no food or food. But the magic is that it is only an insignificant wooden boat in the vast sea, but it can bring people...
What a great encouragement.
Where the statue fell into the water, I saw a dark wooden boat sailing high in the wind and waves. Countless evil waves stretched out their long claws to overturn it, as if evil spirits in the water came to seek life, but a paddle could always hit it just right.
Breaking the waves and intercepting the undercurrents, no matter how rough the waves are around, this canoe is always as graceful as a swimming dragon, surviving every desperate situation, carrying an unbreakable vitality.
Not only that, on the bow of the dragon boat with the old dragon head carved on it, the villagers could see an angry young man standing, gnashing his teeth and shouting behind him. His passionate voice seemed to be cheering, but his words were incomprehensible.
Difficult to understand.
"Back then, Mr. Dao and I were able to cross the Twin Seas in a small broken boat, and fight all the way from Lu Gaoyin to the Kurast Seaport. His grandma, I don't believe I can reach the Nanhai Ancient Temple today!"
I saw Jiang Wen and his entourage arrive at Zhangqiugang Village. They actually used an old dragon to cross the Tao Mountain and the raging sea to reach the ancient Nanhai Temple that turned into an isolated island in the ocean. The people on the boat couldn't help but cheer.
Jiang Wen was still holding the bow of the ship steady to control the direction. He thought about how a mortal's power could compare with the power of heaven and earth. Even with Jiang Wen's great martial arts, he could not ride the waves directly to the end, so he could only use his internal power to circulate endlessly, turning it into
The inexhaustible power of paddling forward, and at the same time leading carefully ahead with excellent eyesight.
I don’t know if it was bad luck along the way, or there was a rule in the world that women were not allowed to get on boats. They had to go through almost all kinds of difficulties to get out of Shenzhupu, and then they plunged into another sea storm, threatening them.
They were wandering around. When the rain was at its strongest, Jiang Wen and his party had to allocate half of their manpower to scooping water out of the dragon boat in order to avoid a sinking accident. The pain was so painful that those who heard it were saddened and those who saw it shed tears.
But the more bumpy the journey became, the angrier Jiang Wen became. It wasn't until he brought a boatload of old, weak, women and children to the shore that he angrily took out a red-faced black wooden statue from the boat and said to the dumbfounded villagers on the shore: "
Who was so unethical just now and actually threw things up there!"
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After tying up the old dragon and entering the ancient temple, Jiang Wen and his party were almost in a state of exhaustion. Even if they wanted to get up and suppress the dragon ghosts, they were unable to do so. Fortunately, the villagers in Zhangqiugang Village were not so pedantic that they froze and starved themselves.
The side hall was demolished and used as firewood to boil water, so that Jiang Wen and his party could drink hot water and make a fire to warm themselves up - but judging from the only wood left in the house, useful things are becoming increasingly scarce now.
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There were many casualties along the way. Xiao Shitou and Fu Ningdie took care of Hong Wending, whose eyes were injured. Yuan Ziyi also guarded Yan Yongchun uneasily. Lei Huhu and the old housekeeper were shivering from the cold because they had no time to prepare.
Lips turn blue.
Jiang Wen's internal energy was repeatedly exhausted and recovered this time, but at least he was still stronger than the others. At this time, he squeezed out the last bit of the Nine Sun Magic Skill, stood up and wanted to help everyone get rid of the coldness on their bodies, but saw
Luo Shuang'er stood up in unison, wearing one long and one short Hanwang green sword on her waist, and suddenly walked towards Hongsheng Temple.
Jiang Wen caught up immediately after finishing his work.
"Heroes, where are you going? Nowadays, the tides outside are turbulent and dangerous. The hundred thousand troops in the late Song Dynasty were defeated and overthrown. Our ancestors saw this with our own eyes. Don't be impulsive!"
The old village chief saw with his own eyes the courage of the other party, Tun Tian, and was worried that the other party would forcefully go to sea, so he hurriedly followed him.
But as soon as they entered the main hall, they found that they were moving in the same place. It was the ancient stone wall with dragons and phoenixes behind the statue in the main hall. The two people, one big and one small, looked deep in thought.
Hearing the footsteps approaching, Jiang Wen raised his hand first to show that he should be calm. Luo Shuang'er told him that he was still a little unsure and needed to find some help according to Luo Yuantong's plan.
"This is clearly a storm surge that met an astronomical tide. It's okay, my husband. Let me ask you something, who taught you the method of using the statue to suppress the sea just now?" Jiang Wen said quickly in order to cover Luo Shuang'er.
"Hey, if we didn't have to do it, we wouldn't offend King Hong Sheng like this..."
The old village chief wrenched the water from his clothes and said helplessly: "It's just a method passed down by the old people in the village. It's the same everywhere. I heard that there are some places where whenever there's a severe drought and rain can't come, the Dragon King is killed."
Like being burned in a fire."
But Jiang Wen's expression was a little strange. He stared at the empty pedestal behind King Hong Sheng and said suddenly.
"It's not that simple. At least your use of town objects to control floods is completely different from other places. I'm afraid this method has been passed down for thousands of years."
If this ancient Nanhai temple was built to suppress the dragon ghosts, then why this temple was built and who built it is a very important question. Jiang Wen looked at this magnificent ancient temple and recalled the story about "
"King Hong Sheng" is the most widely circulated legend.
Legend has it that "Hong Sheng", whose real name was Hong Xi, was the governor of Guangli in the Tang Dynasty. He was honest and honest, and advocated studying astronomy, geography, and mathematics. He built an observatory to observe the weather, and fishermen and merchants relied on it. Later, he died young due to hard work and became a scholar.
People cherished him and told the emperor about his achievements, so he was posthumously named "King Guangli Hongsheng", and a Hongsheng temple was built near the South China Sea to worship him.
From this point of view, this ancient Nanhai temple should have been born in the Tang Dynasty, but the history of this governor named "Hong Xi" is unknown, and his origin is unclear. He became a god just because of his intelligence and integrity, which is even more difficult to explain.
Why was it granted so many titles from the Tang Dynasty to the Ming and Qing Dynasties? It was so graceful and honorable.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Luo Yuantong told Jiang Wen that Hong Sheng actually originated from Zhu Rong. People on the South China Sea initially thought that Zhu Rong was in charge of maritime affairs. This god is responsible for water, fire, and Xia.
Sinanyue, Sinanhai, and South China Sea fishermen worshiped them as gods. This belief gradually spread inland, and the emperor also paid respect to them.
The earliest recorded foundation of the Nanhai ancient temple was in the 14th year of Emperor Wen's founding in the Sui Dynasty (594).
The most extensive temple construction, Luo Yuantong speculated that the Tang people took this opportunity to build temples to suppress the ghosts.
On the night when the Black Emperor wreaked havoc in Zhangqiugang Village, Jiang Wen had found a broken stele in the village. In fact, Luo Yuantong had also found it first. The one in the Luo family's hands not only had the ancient place name of Fuxu written on it, but also
The title of the person who erected the monument remains - Jin Ziguanglu, doctor, Hanyang prefect Feng.
There are countless people with the surname Feng since ancient times, but in the land of Lingnan, the important ministers with the surname Feng will remind people of Feng An, the general in the southeast of the Changzhen in the Sui and Tang dynasties. This makes Jiang Wen and Luo Yuantong's thoughts change.
Conspiring together.
You know, if Shang Kexi is still planning to conquer Tiannan forever, then Feng An, who is a descendant of Northern Yan, is his predecessor a thousand years ago. Feng An, the Duke of Yue, was active in the Sui and Tang dynasties. If
It was he who advocated the establishment of the Nanhai Ancient Temple, and it was very likely that he received Yang Jian's edict. He also had a better chance of relying on the Feng family's power deeply rooted in Lingnan to make this god be granted many titles during the Tang Dynasty and its incense continued.
"I want to dig it up and have a look. There should be something buried under this mural."
Luo Shuang'er suddenly said something incoherently, then squatted down and started digging into the soft soil underground with her bare hands.
I don’t know why, probably since the Feng Shui situation was broken, the soil under King Hong Sheng’s feet has been exuding dense water vapor, causing the plastic murals to begin to peel off, mold and moss, and the soil to become extremely moist and soft.
It doesn't look like a piece of land on top of a hill at all.
The old village chief didn't know whether he should stop them or not, so he simply stood aside and allowed the two of them to mess around.
Jiang Wen leaned next to Luo Shuang'er, looked at her extremely serious face, and whispered: "Miss Luo, did you discover something? Will it help you suppress the Jiao ghost?"
Luo Shuang'er stopped and was silent for a moment, then tilted her head and said, "I don't know, but I feel something is down there."
Jiang Wen frowned and said, "Are you so sure there is something buried underneath?"
Luo Shuang'er nodded with certainty: "My father told me that the people of the Tang Dynasty must have used something as a counterweight to stabilize the eyes of the sea, and then suppressed the dragon ghosts. The ancient temple in Nanhai still stands tall and strong because of this.
s things."
Jiang Wen looked at Luo Shuang'er more curiously, only to find that the girl's face was unusually cold, a little pale due to being soaked in cold water, and she looked like a puppet without the emotions and desires of ordinary people.
"Speaking of which, are the town objects really useful? Isn't that Molong Monument ineffective?"
Jiang Wen still asked about the doubts in his heart.
Town objects can be as large as city pagodas or as small as stone nails. As the name suggests, they are objects to suppress evil. In order to gain inner peace, the ancients often used scriptures, spiritual animals, tooth horns, peach trees, etc. as town objects in their lives.
It also reflects the psychological suggestion of seeking good fortune and avoiding harm.
Therefore, even though Jiang Wen had used stones engraved with the true shape of Wuyi to suppress the Jieju under the Wuyi Mountains, he still did not understand the principles, and it was even more difficult to imagine that this could be a universally applicable thing.
, can be used to deal with the underwater creatures.
Luo Shuang'er glanced at Jiang Wen lightly, but her digging movements did not slow down at all. She broke through the soil layer in a few clicks and pulled out a lot of mud-like things from underneath.
"Only gold overcomes wood, dragons hide, and earthy water turtles and snakes descend. This is because the five elements are mutually reinforcing each other. Since ancient times, iron rhinoceros and copper oxen have been used to control water. Not to mention that talisman swords are often used to deal with hanging ghosts and zombies in the house. Don't you believe this, Master Jiang?"
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Jiang Wen scratched his head and said helplessly: "It's not a matter of belief or not, but this thing is afraid of deviations in probability and cannot be foolproof. For example, Miss Luo, you have come here with a heavy responsibility on your shoulders, so you can't make a mistake...
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As he was talking ramblingly, he found that Luo Shuang'er's digging movement suddenly stopped, and she was stretching her arms hard to pull something heavy out of the foundation pit, but she was unable to use her strength because of her petite stature.
"Miss Luo, let me do it."
Jiang Wen took the initiative and then stretched out his arms to stir in the scalp-numbing mud. It was not difficult but extremely muddy. He felt a chill that penetrated his heart with his tentacles, and his scalp began to feel numb, as if he had been touched by his fingers.
What you found was not ordinary soil, but the fishy and sticky saliva of some kind of terrifying creature.
Soon, Jiang Wen's fingers touched something dense to the touch. It felt like jade was gentle and gentle when his fingernails scratched it. But when he touched it again, he felt that the surface was bumpy and bumpy, not the softness and gentleness of jade.
The shape of this thing was a bit strange. After repeated confirmations, Jiang Wen finally found the correct location. With a strong effort, he finally pulled out an extremely thick silicified bone from the bottom of the mud pit.
"What... exactly is this bone?"
Jiang Wen was extremely surprised. One bone was as long as one of Jiang Wen's legs. He had never seen anyone with such thick bones, but judging from the shape and characteristics, it was clearly derived from human bones!
He kept digging out bones from the mud pit, and they were scattered on the ground. The old village chief was so frightened that he thought they were dead people from different dynasties and generations who had been dug out. But as they slowly pieced the pieces together, they discovered that they were bones.
A humanoid skeleton with only the lower body, no clothes or hair. But even if only half of it is left at this time, it is still two meters tall. The weird joints are even thicker, and it already exudes a jade-like texture inside and out.
The luster is like a treasure polished by thousands of years.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Luo Shuang'er didn't bother to wash her hands, just stared at the huge and astonishing corpse, and slowly said: "Dad guessed that Feng Ang suppressed the white ape's corpse in the South China Sea.
Under the ancient temple, I didn't expect that the legend turned out to be true..."
Luo Shuang'er told Jiang Wen that Luo Yuantong had been investigating the builder of the ancient temple in Nanhai over the years and had obtained many clues, and these clues all pointed to Feng An, the Duke of Yue during the Sui and Tang Dynasties.
Today, Shang Kexi thinks very highly of himself, but his foundation in Lingnan is still shallow. Even after ten years of hard work, he has not been able to fully grasp the secrets contained in this Guangzhou mansion. Although Feng An's ancestors were Hu people who came south
, but Feng An's father, Feng Bao, the governor of Gaoliang, married Mrs. Xian Yingxian early.
As the princess of Gaoliang, Mrs. Xian was also the leader of the Li people (a branch of the Zhuang ancestors). Her family had been the leader of the South Vietnamese Li people from the Qin and Han Dynasties to the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and led the South Vietnamese Li tribe. Mrs. Xian in the Liang Dynasty
, he became hereditary chief at a young age.
Luo Yuantong has been guessing that this place was built by Feng An, and the reason for building the temple must be the in-depth knowledge of Jiao ghosts among the Lingnan slang people. Relying on a certain opportunity to meet, they can disturb the three rivers and cause trouble in the sea.
The dragon ghosts have been suppressed for thousands of years!
"Miss Luo, you have said so much, is it possible that you still don't know what the other party knows?"
Jiang Wen immediately heard that this was an air-to-air guess, the kind of game where he knew the opponent might have a trump card, but didn't know what the trump card was. If Luo Yuantong wasn't also a rhino wielder, Jiang Wen would have no idea about his professionalism.
I am more trustworthy, otherwise I would have scorned this boring behavior long ago.
"Well, Dad doesn't know what happened. He only knows that the Feng Shui situation of this ancient Nanhai temple is excellent. If we want to suppress the dragon ghosts, we must use the power of the golden scissors gathered by the three rivers to completely cut off the evil dragons under the water.
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Luo Shuang'er still answered very indifferently, which made Jiang Wen always feel that there was a lack of nervousness or embarrassment in her head, so she took everything so naturally. Or maybe this was Luo Yuantong's training for the next generation to play.
With Rhinoceros’ approach, do you think the first task is to eradicate the other party’s overly complicated emotions?
While Jiang Wen was thinking this, he glanced at the stupid little Shitou, and then fell into deep thinking - maybe this kid can really take over?
"Headmaster Jiang, my father once found clues in ancient books, so he guessed that the corpse of a white ape might be suppressed under the temple. This thing first appeared in the world in the hands of Ouyang He, the governor of Guangzhou in the Chen Dynasty."
Luo Shuang'er added after a while, "In the early years of the Chen Dynasty, the governor of Guangzhou, Ouyang He, once submitted Ma Yuan's weapons to General Fubo of the Han Dynasty to show his loyalty. For some reason, his ambitions suddenly grew, and he came up with the idea of making a living on his own, and coerced Mrs. Xian to join in the rebellion.
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"At that time, Mrs. Xian was in charge of Baiyue, and she immediately joined forces with Zhang Zhaoda, the general of the Chen Dynasty, and stormed into the city overnight to quell the turmoil. Then the Chen Dynasty conferred Mrs. Xian as Zhonglang General and Mrs. Shilong as the governor. This is
It was probably at that time that the half white ape corpse came to the hands of the Feng Xian family."
There was a sudden expansion of ambition, and a sudden calm. Jiang Wen had noticed that these puzzling careerists seemed to be indispensable in the stories surrounding the development of Guangzhou. Could it be that Ouyang He also once controlled the Luo Mansion?
The secret passage underneath? And Mrs. Xian relied on another secret passage to counterattack the opponent?
Moreover, in Jiang Wen's eyes, the rapid silicification of bones after death is obviously not something ordinary things can do. The organic matter in this body has been decomposed and replaced, and hard parts such as shells, bones, tree branches, etc.
It was calcified in the mud together with the surrounding sediments, and for some reason it seems inevitable that it has something to do with the Yixi things.
"Miss Luo, the 'ancient book' that Senior Luo refers to cannot be the "Biography of Mr. Jiang Baiyuan", right?"
Sensing the two key words Ouyang He and White Ape, Jiang Wen immediately thought of the legends of "Gan Giant" and "Shandu" that he had discussed with the White Lotus Sect at night. The White Lotus Sect must have also investigated the news about these mysterious things.
, then you will know everything and want to talk to yourself in detail.
And who is Ouyang He? He is the father of the great calligrapher Ouyang Xun. What Luo Yuantong is referring to is clearly the legend of a white ape who turned into a man and stole beautiful women, causing Ouyang Xun to look like an ape!
But this time, Luo Yuantong used the unique heroism of the Jianghu people in the right position. He was not fooled by the twists and turns of grudges and grudges that the literati among them were used to. He only focused on Ouyang He, who was Lin Qin's general at the time, and once led his army to attack the city.
When they arrived in Changle (in the present-day Guilin area), after pacifying the Dongli people, they began to clear out the remnants of the enemy who had hidden themselves in the high mountains.
There are various signs that Ouyang He seems to have encountered something strange and weird deep in the mountains - so did General Fubo Ma Yuan, who also conquered this place, also have any strange and terrifying encounters?
Regarding this matter, Zhou Qufei of the Southern Song Dynasty also mentioned something in "Lingwai Daida", which can be regarded as a supplement to "The Legend of the White Monkey" and the matter at hand - "Under the Diecai Rock in Jingjiang Prefecture, there used to be monkeys.
He lived for thousands of years, had magical power that could not be controlled, and stole many beautiful women, including the wife of Ouyang Duhu. Ouyang devised a plan to kill him, and took his wife back, and the rest of his wife became a nun. The monkey bones were buried in the cave.
, can still be regarded as a monster, and people living in the north of the city will fly stones when everyone comes, but when people named Ouyang come, they will be silent."
This white ape could even turn its bones into monsters, which was horrifying. Jiang Wen stared at the huge, peaceful skeleton, not knowing how to examine the things in front of him, but there was always a trace of doubt in his heart that could not be resolved.
"Miss Luo, let's not press the matter about the white ape for now. Let's just say, does this corpse really have magical power and can actually suppress the dragon ghosts under the water?"
Jiang Wen was thinking that if there was really a way to control Yixi with Yixi, maybe he could get some inspiration from it. But Luo Shuang'er did not answer Jiang Wen this time, but walked out unobtrusively with a few withered bones that he could manage.
Main hall.
At that moment, Jiang Wen wiped his eyes and noticed that Luo Shuang'er's back changed again. It seemed that the bloatedness belonging to a mortal had suddenly completely disappeared, but it did not have the mistiness belonging to a god. There was an ancient rhythm in his steps, which was very different.
In the appearance of martial arts and dancing, he walked slowly in the rain.