Because there has been a popular saying in the local area that each of the stone statues in Guiziling represents a little ghost. Anyone who touches the stone statues will be haunted by the little ghost.
Therefore, villagers in local counties often worship and burn paper around Guizailing. They don’t know who made those stone figures or which dynasty they are from, so no one from the locals dares to enter the forest.
Someone asked, if there are so many stone figures, no one will steal them?
This kind of thing didn't really exist back then, because no one wanted it if it was stolen, and it was worthless.
My uncle Xue Ding who suddenly appeared said: "Xiansheng, Wang Junhua and I have a very good personal relationship, so I want to check that place. You also know that I always fight alone, but I'm afraid I won't be able to do it this time, so I
I’m here to help you.”
"Um....."
He tapped his head and fingers on the table, thought for a while and said, "Old Xue, I will discuss this with my apprentice."
"Yunfeng, please come out first."
When you got to the corridor, you handed me a cigarette and I lit it first.
"call......"
"Yunfeng, do you still remember that parchment drawing?"
I said I remember, isn't it the one hidden in the Asoka Pagoda?
He flicked the cigarette ashes on his head, glanced at the room, and then said: "Yes, my original plan after the year was to go to Sichuan, to the mountains around Muya, to find Xiwu'er who was left behind by Li Xian.
Ruins, look for the stone buildings painted on the parchment."
He coughed twice, put out the cigarette ashes on the wall, and continued: "We dug up the Lingwu Tearing Buddha in Heishui City. According to common sense, when Li Xian fled with thousands of party members, he should have taken them with him.
It is very possible that there were some treasures in Xingqing Mansion at that time."
"So... what do you mean by turning your head?"
He glanced into the room again and said: "Old Xue is indeed my junior brother. I know him well. He will not come to me to ask for help unless he encounters difficulties. Although I am the leader of our team, I will not insist on having my own way. This matter,
It’s up to you to decide.”
How could I not see that what was on his mind was that he wanted to help his junior brother, but he was afraid that we would not be happy, so he was embarrassed to say it out loud and left the decision-making power to me.
The question is, is there a tomb in that damn place? If there is a big tomb, it’s worth going there. If not, it’s probably not appropriate to just go there and find someone you don’t know.
The matter was not decided that night, so Uncle Xue lived next door.
After the New Year's Eve dinner, I received several New Year greeting calls.
"Happy New Year to Xiang Yunfeng, what are you doing?"
"What's wrong? Miss me?"
"Tch, who misses you? I'm just asking. By the way, I finished arranging my mother's funeral affairs, borrowed money with my brother, rented a stall at the live poultry market, and prepared to continue selling chickens."
I said selling chickens is good. It's better to go back to your old job than to work as a security guard in a steel factory.
"I....."
The little chicken-footed woman was silent for two minutes, and suddenly she seemed to have summoned up the courage to say, "I want to be friends with you."
"What do you mean? We are friends from the beginning." I said.
The little chicken-footed woman suddenly said loudly: "Xiang Yunfeng! You are a big fool..." After he finished cursing, he died.
I thought to myself, what kind of person is this? He didn’t give me New Year greetings and say good luck and wealth during the Chinese New Year, and even scolded me.
Just after I hung up, someone called me again. Why, all the people calling me were women. This time it was Bailash Qiong.
After thinking about it, I didn't answer it. The phone rang twice and stopped ringing.
"Uncle! Have a great New Year!"
"You will get rich from fishing this year! Haha! My nephew, I wish you a happy New Year! Give you a red envelope!" Dou Sprout laughed loudly in the room.
Xiaoxuan was sitting on the sofa, looking down at the quiet mobile phone in her hand, looking a little overwhelmed.
"cough!"
"What are you doing, Xiaoxuan? I wish you a happy new year and give me a red envelope."
Xiaoxuan sniffed, smiled and asked me to kowtow to her, and she gave me a five-dollar red envelope.
I didn't do it at first, but later I did because she gave me too much.
When I returned to my room late at night, I opened the window, holding a cigarette in my mouth, and watched the night view of Yulin with fireworks rising continuously.
There are lights on in front of every house, and you can vaguely see adults leading their children, walking through the streets to pay New Year greetings.
I popped out the cigarette butt and closed the window.
Listening to the joyful sound of cannons being fired outside, I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. I suffered from insomnia.
I sat cross-legged on the bed alone and turned on the TV, changing channels out of boredom.
"well?"
I suddenly remembered something.
I quickly put on my shoes and found my bag from under the bed.
Turning on the desk lamp, I flipped through the notes Mr. Wu left for me.
After flipping through dozens of pages, I lowered the desk lamp and stared blankly at the contents recorded above.
On the note, a landmark was clearly written in small characters.
"Hunan Province, Dao County, Xianglinpu Town, south of Tianguangdong Village, Guizailingpo."
And in this place name, I don’t know who it is.
Draw a big red circle.
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ps: The second volume of "Xixia Sanskrit" is finished.
