Chapter 1 The Ancient Well View at the Bottom of Zhongnan Mountain
At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, deep in the mountains, there is a small village that is destined not to appear on the map of China.
According to the vaguely handwritten parchment genealogy in the village, the existence of the village can be traced back to hundreds of years ago. During the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, the ancestors of the village had already taken root in this depression at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.
, and has settled there until now.
Most of the villagers have ancient surnames, and the patriarchs of the past dynasties and even the current village chiefs are all people with ancient surnames.
For hundreds of years, the village has maintained eighty-one households, with never one more or less than one household. This is one of the three village rules in the village.
There are three village rules. The first one is that the village must maintain eighty-one households. If there are more than one household, they will be kicked out. If there is one less household, they will be given birth to me.
Secondly, according to the village regulations, the 81 ancestral houses can only be repaired and not demolished. This means that the houses in the village must remain as they are since they were built and cannot be moved, even if they fall down and cannot be inhabited.
, and an identical house must be rebuilt on the original site.
The first two village rules seem unreasonable but acceptable, but the third village rule seems a bit outrageous.
The eighty-one households in the village have to support the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple in the village forever. They must not disobey them, otherwise they will be expelled from the family.
Violators of the first two village rules are the same as above!
These three village rules have never been violated. Although hundreds of years have passed, the current villagers no longer know where the rules came from, but they all understand the truth. Villagers in the village rarely get sick and rarely suffer disasters. Basically, every household
My whole life has been very peaceful. There are 312 villagers in 81 households, and 109 people are over 100 years old. Those who are 90 years old can still go to work in the fields during the busy farming season, and make sunrise and sunset.
As for Xi, this village is the only village within a radius of more than 200 miles that has so many people living a long life, which is amazing.
On the contrary, for those villagers who moved out of Gujing Village, although no family suffered a major disaster, there were not as many longevity people as there were in the village.
The village is called Gujing Village, and the Taoist temple that is supported is called Gujing Temple.
Gujing Temple is built on a small hill in the middle of Gujing Village. Eighty-one ancestral houses with ancient surnames are arranged in an orderly manner around Gujing Village.
If someone could overlook it from a high altitude, they would find an amazing scene. The arrangement of the eighty-one houses is incredibly consistent with the arrangement of the Bagua, and the Taoist temple is located exactly in the center of the Bagua.
It's a pity that no one has come to the high altitude of Zhongnan Mountain to see this scene. In fact, even if someone flies up in a plane and looks down, they will only find that there is always a shadow hanging over Gujing Village and Gujing Temple.
In the white mist, the village cannot be seen, and the Taoist temple cannot be seen either.
Gujing Village is small, and Gujing Temple is even smaller. It is not only small but also dilapidated.
The Taoist temple is very old, built at the same time as Gujing Village. Hundreds of years have passed and the Taoist temple has not been repaired. The vermilion wall has long since collapsed, the two gates are crooked to the side, and the floor tiles in the courtyard are also broken.
Later, the main hall of the Taoist temple was even more dilapidated.
This seems like a Taoist temple without incense.
In fact, this Taoist temple does not have much popularity. For hundreds of years, few people have entered Gujing Temple. Even local villagers will not step in casually. During major events, only clan leaders or village chiefs will enter the Taoist temple. On weekdays, the temple is very crowded.
Few people appear.
Because there are only three and a half people in Gujing Temple.
There was a sloppy old man wearing a Taoist robe who huddled under the old locust tree in the Taoist temple and dozed all year round.
In the Sanqing Hall, sitting in front of the statue of Sanqing, was a middle-aged man holding a rusty iron sword in his arms, silent all day long.
There is also a young man in his twenties who stays in the Taoist Temple Sutra Pavilion all day and rarely steps out.
As for the other half, it was the senior brother who left Gujing Temple eight years ago and never returned.
······The sun sets in the west and sets over Zhongnan Mountain at night!
Most of the families in Gujing Village had started to light fires for cooking. After a while, a middle-aged woman walked out of the 39th family, carrying a wooden bucket in her hand, and walked briskly to the Taoist temple on the hill behind her house. The woman came to the Taoist temple door and held the
He placed the barrel in his hand in the middle of the dilapidated door, then he bowed respectfully to the inside of the temple but turned around and left without even looking inside.
This has been a centuries-old rule in Gujing Village. Three meals a day will be delivered to the Gujing Temple Gate by one family.
The sloppy old Taoist under the old locust tree opened his cloudy eyes, stood up slowly, walked to the door, picked up the barrel, and then returned to the locust tree. At this time, the middle-aged man holding the iron sword in the hall also slowly
He walked over slowly, and after watching, the young man in the attic was the last one to come over. The three of them sat cross-legged under the tree and opened the barrel. Inside were freshly cooked rice and three home-cooked dishes. The old man, the middle-aged man, and the young man each took theirs.
Pick up your chopsticks and start eating.
The scene of eating was very strange. The three of them did not exchange a word from the beginning to the end. There was only the slight sound of chewing food. These three people ate surprisingly slowly. Every bite of food that was put into their mouths was chewed thirty-six times.
The food was coming down extremely slowly, so it took them almost an hour to eat a normal dinner.
After the meal, the three of them put down their bowls and chopsticks together. The sloppy old Taoist's right index and middle fingers suddenly trembled twice without any warning. He frowned, and then took out three copper coins from his robe and weighed them casually in his hand.
After a few hits, he threw it on the open space in front of him.
The sloppy old Taoist and the young man looked at the copper coins on the ground at the same time. The young man looked stunned and had a strange expression. The old Taoist looked up to the northwest of the Taoist temple and remained silent.
The middle-aged man holding the iron sword stood up, picked up the wooden bucket, and placed it in front of the gate. Then he turned and returned to the Sanqing Hall. A moment later, there was a crisp sound in the hall. The middle-aged man came back again and put a twenty-centimeter piece.
The rusty iron piece was handed to the young man.
The young man stared at the half-length iron sword in his arms and said, "Uncle Master, why are you doing this?"
The middle-aged man said calmly: "I don't have anything to give you when you come to visit. Besides, I use a sword...it doesn't matter whether it has a point or not."
The old Taoist who had been looking to the northwest also picked up the three copper coins in front of him and handed them to the young man, but still didn't say a word. This time the young man received them directly in his hand without any courtesy, and then sat down next to the old Taoist in the locust tree again.
Down.
The three of them did not go back to their own places this time, but sat cross-legged under the old locust tree.
······Two days ago, northwest of Zhongnan Mountain.
Three off-road vehicles with Hebei B license plates drove to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain in a dusty manner. When they got off the mountain, they were unable to enter. The only way to enter the mountain was on foot. After the car stopped, several people got off the first two cars and stood there.
Standing beside the car, a middle-aged man in his fifties stepped out of the last off-road vehicle. He was wearing a black tight-fitting woolen coat, his brows were furrowed and he looked extremely haggard... The latest ^ chapter is cool | ~ Jiangang.com
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The middle-aged man looked at Zhongnan Mountain and seemed to let out a long sigh of relief. He turned around and said to the man in his thirties next to him: "Jinzhong, follow me up the mountain and the others will wait where you are."
The man named Jinzhong asked hesitantly: "Boss... we should bring a few more people to take care of us. In the mountains..."
The boss waved his hand calmly and said, "It's just you and me. If there are more people, it will be more troublesome."
Jinzhong knew that once his boss made a decision, there was no possibility of changing it, so he immediately took out a huge travel bag from the car and carried it on his back, following the middle-aged man into the mountains.
After two people who were well-off in the city entered Zhongnan Mountain, it was almost like a long march. They walked on the mountain road for more than a day for two days, and the bones in their bodies were falling apart. They were miserable, but neither of them said a word.
The more the middle-aged man walked towards his destination, the more haggard his expression became. The boss didn't say a word in pain, so naturally he couldn't say anything when he called for loyalty.
Two days later, it was getting dark. Jinzhong and his boss had already reached the top of a mountain. They both held telescopes in their hands and were looking to the northwest. The outline of a small mountain village was looming in the lens. The boss let out a long sigh and became tense for a moment.
His expression was completely relaxed, and he sat down on the ground and kept breathing heavily.
"Boss, the place ahead should be where we want to go."
"Zhongnan Mountain... The world only knows that there are hermits in Zhongnan Mountain and the Quanzhen Sect, the originator of Taoism, haha, but few people know that there is an ancient well temple in Zhongnan Mountain." The boss stood up and walked towards the foot of the mountain with his hands behind his back and said:
"From now on, everything you see and hear will be rotten in my stomach. Don't say a word out of my mouth."
Jinzhong was stunned for a moment. Even though he was getting closer to his boss, his expression became serious at this moment. He couldn't remember how long it had been since his boss had warned anyone.
Ever since he followed his boss, no one in their area could afford a warning from his boss.
Three and a half hours later, it was dark, but fortunately, the two of them sped up their pace and finally arrived at Gujing Village. At this time, almost all the lights in the village had been extinguished, and most people had already rested. Jinzhong and the boss went straight to the center of the village without stopping.
Looking away from the ancient well on the hill.
Arriving at the bottom of the hill, the boss asked Jinzhong to wait below and walked alone towards the Taoist temple on the hill. The dilapidated Taoist temple made the boss just slightly doubtful for a moment. Then he returned to normal and stood in front of the door, clasped it with his fingers and leaned over.
The Taoist temple gate on the side.
After a moment, a young man walked up to the boss. The boss said directly without hesitation: "The descendants of Chen Liang, their ancestors warned that if something happens to the Chen family, they can seek refuge at the Ancient Well Temple in Zhongnan Mountain."
The young man nodded and said: "You can find a place to rest at will. I will follow you out of the mountain after dawn."
In Tangshan, Hebei, there is a huge business empire, Baoxin Department.
Half of the energy, minerals and real estate in Hebei have been involved in the Baoxin Group. The name of the Baoxin Group has always been at the forefront of the commercial map of the Beijing-Tianjin-wing triangle area. In recent decades, it has also extended to other areas. However,
Baoxin is a hidden existence.
Ordinary Chinese people do not know the existence of Baoxin series and have never heard of it. Even the vast majority of businessmen in the mall do not know about it.
Baoxin is synonymous with a consortium that controls dozens of companies. Fewer people know that the helmsman of Baoxin is surnamed Chen. Every time the domestic rich list comes out, it makes gossip news. People directly related to the Chen family will react after seeing it.
Those names at the top of the list will smile indifferently, with a bit of disdain.
In China, some people will kick you out even if you pay them to be on the list. Obviously, the Chen family belongs to the category of people who are not on the list.
Little is known about the prosperity history of the Baoxin family surnamed Chen, but those who know it seem to have heard a rumor that an ancestor of the Chen family seemed to have had an entanglement with a Taoist during the war years, and it seems that the Chen family began to have a relationship from then on.
Signs of prosperity.
Regarding these, the Chen family never defended, denied or admitted, because most people in the Chen family did not know how they built this business empire. Only those at the helm of the Chen family knew the secrets.
In this generation, the person at the helm of the Chen family is called Chen Sanjin.
Standing at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, in front of the ancient well gate!