Most of the people who had seen the Iron Buddha back then were dead. Apart from Mr. Xing, if anyone else knew the whereabouts of the Iron Buddha, it was probably the old lady Zhang Huilan in front of me.
"Grandma, what impression do you have of Wang Xiaoqin?" I asked.
The old lady looked at the watch hanging on the wall, thought for a long time and then shook her head: "I only know that she was hanged to death, and she was not buried in the factory. I heard that the body was taken away in a bullock cart by her family.
As for what she looks like...I can't remember clearly."
"It's getting late, I have to rush back to the mountain, otherwise I won't be able to burn the first incense. Young man, I think you are a good person. I can rest assured that I will leave my granddaughter to you. You can help take care of her."
After the old lady finished speaking, she picked up her little cloth bag and went out.
I frowned as I listened to the footsteps going downstairs.
I quickly ran back to the back room and saw that Bai Shiqiong was still sleeping soundly under the quilt, so I gently closed the door.
There was probably nothing in this room, so I followed him downstairs.
There were no people in the old community at night, and there were no gate posts. The entire community was dark, except for a streetlight at the exit of the community.
I saw the old lady stopped under the street light. She waited for a few minutes and then hailed a taxi and got in.
After a while, another taxi drove towards me, and I waved to stop it.
"Is it you? I thought you went to work somewhere else."
It was also a coincidence that the taxi I stopped with my hand was the same one that brought me here before.
The driver smiled and said, "We've all come here. We just got a ride. Brother, where are you going?"
I said that a taxi just passed by a few minutes ago. The last number was 27. See if you can follow it. If you can't find it, you can take me to the Bodhisattva Temple on Nanshan Mountain.
"Where to go?"
"Bodhisattva Temple?"
The driver thought for a while and then asked uncertainly: "Brother, are you talking about... Danan Mountain? The Wei Tuo Bodhisattva Temple on the mountain?"
"Are there other Bodhisattva temples?"
The driver shook his head, "That's not true, it's just one, but why are you going there so late? No one has been to that temple for many years, and none of us locals go there."
I asked doubtfully: "No way... I heard firecrackers being set off on the mountain some time ago."
"It's true," the driver said, "I grew up in Xianyang. How can I know? That temple has long been ruined. I went there once when I was a soldier. There was an old monk who lived on the mountain to watch the temple and listen to people.
They say the street gives people 40 yuan a month, but who of today’s young people would go there to burn incense?”
"You really want to go? The road is not easy to walk, and it is quite far."
I said go now and leave quickly.
The driver nodded without saying anything and started the car.
I didn't catch the taxi the old lady was riding in. I chatted with him on the way and learned that the driver's name was Hu Liqun. He was a soldier for seven years. After he was transferred to the army, he stayed in Huludao, Shandong for two years. Later, he served as a soldier.
Went to Beijing to work as a security captain.
This guy also has a story. There was something I didn’t know, but he told me.
He worked as a security captain at XX Bank in Beijing in 1997. At that time, bank security guards were paid very well, but something happened and he quit.
He said that he encountered a bank robbery while working in 1997. I forgot whether he was talking about Anzhenli or Taiyang Palace. Anyway, the robbers shot and killed two people, one of his security guards and a security guard.
The supervisor was directly shot in the head.
I was curious and asked why I hadn’t heard of it. Wouldn’t such a big thing be in the newspapers or on TV?
The guy smiled and said, "What's wrong with this? Some people are afraid of the negative impact, so they won't retaliate."
After thinking about it, I agree with what he said.
How about you see, the Binta Underground Palace was stolen, and the cultural relics were resold three times to Zhejiang. Wei Xiaogang sold them for 4 million, and the last price was more than 29 million. That was the price in 2000. After recovering,
Everyone reported this incident, but the mastermind of the crime only identified one Wei Xiaogang, and nothing else was mentioned.
If you hadn't been in the square and watched the excitement with your own eyes.
Who would have known that several tomb robbers died in the Robbery Cave.
No one even knew there was a person named Shui Pump Tingting.
