Following the young woodcutter all the way down the mountain, Yang Haoran kept chatting.
I learned that the young woodcutter's name was Ma Guoxuan, and the current situation in Panlong Village was not much different from what Li Yaochen described.
It seems that over the past ten years, this isolated place has not changed much.
Yang Haoran was slightly startled when he mentioned the clan leader.
"You said the patriarch took over three years ago, the old patriarch?"
"The old patriarch is old and has gone to serve the Lord Witch God. How did you find this place? It's not easy to find us here."
At the beginning, Ma Guoxuan was a little restrained, but after gradually letting go, he became a very talkative person.
In particular, curiosity is mutual. People outside the mountain are curious about life in Panlong Village, and people in the village are naturally curious about the outside world.
"It was a map given to me by an old gentleman. He led an archaeological team to Panlong Village more than ten years ago."
Ma Guoxuan suddenly stopped, his face slightly excited.
"The old man from the archaeological team? Is his surname Li? I was still young when they came, and I even ate the candies given by the old man!"
Yang Haoran chuckled: "That's right, my surname is Li, Li Yaochen."
"Mr. Li is a good man. He brought a lot of good things to the village at that time. It's a pity that they left the village after a short time in the village."
"How did they come to Panlong Village at that time? It is said that this place is so remote that no one will find it."
"I don't know about this. Mr. Li said that an eye in the sky saw that we have good things here, so he came to inspect it.
Later, they went to Majiahu several times, but I don’t know what the result was. Anyway, they left not long after, maybe it was related to the death of someone.”
Yang Haoran was slightly solemn. Li Yaochen had never mentioned this to him. Of course, he didn't deliberately hide it. He probably felt that it had little to do with Yang Haoran.
As for the eyes in the sky, it should refer to satellite positioning.
"You came at the right time. It's the birthday of the Witch God in two days, but it's very lively."
Ma Guoxuan talked as he walked, and soon became familiar with Yang Haoran.
Perhaps because he has never been out of the mountains, he appears to be very simple and unprepared.
The two people quickly arrived at Panlong Village and finally saw the tribesmen walking back and forth. Naturally, they immediately noticed Yang Haoran, an outsider.
"Guoxuan, who is that person next to you?"
"Do you still remember Mr. Li Yaochen from the archaeological team more than ten years ago? This is Mr. Li's friend who came to see our clan leader."
Obviously these people all knew Li Yaochen, and it was obvious that Li Yaochen had a good relationship with them when he came here.
After hearing that Yang Haoran was Li Yaochen's friend, everyone smiled and nodded in greeting.
The general clan members have their own houses, but the clan leader is different. Because he also serves as the high priest, he must spend most of his time in the temple of the Witch God.
Although it is said to be a temple, it is actually very simple due to limited conditions, but it is still higher-end than the houses of ordinary tribesmen.
At the very least, it is a purely wooden house. Judging from the apparent age, it must be at least several hundred years old.
The temple is a place for tribesmen to worship, so the door is always open except at night.
Ma Guoxuan led the way and led Yang Haoran into the temple.
Because there were less than 200 people in the entire Panlong Village, it was just after noon and no one came to the temple.
Therefore, the temple seemed particularly deserted. Ma Guoxuan shouted after entering the door.
"Chief, there is a guest from outside the mountain looking for you. He is a friend of Mr. Li Yaochen from the archaeological team back then." The Second Network
"What are you shouting for? You don't understand any rules. If you disturb Lord Witch God, be careful of being punished!"
A low and slightly sullen voice came from inside the temple, approaching from far away.
Soon an old man who looked to be in his fifties came out. He had a square face, a high nose, and a majestic look.
The patriarch's eyes just glanced at Ma Guoxuan, and immediately fell on Yang Haoran for a closer look.
Yang Haoran showed a smile, cupped his fists and said, "Hello, old patriarch."
The patriarch was still looking at Yang Haoran with a surprised look on his face.
"Are you a practitioner?"
Yang Haoran was shocked, the old patriarch had such a vicious look.
However, he did not hide it and replied: "I am indeed from the Taoist sect. The old patriarch has a good eye and can tell it at a glance."
The old patriarch smiled slightly and said: "Panlong Village serves Lord Shaman God, and naturally he has a way to practice, but it's just different from what you practice.
Since we are fellow travelers and introduced by old friends, please come in."
Yang Haoran stepped inside, and Ma Guoxuan greeted him.
"Then I'll leave first. If you need help with anything, please say hello."
The old patriarch waved his hand impatiently: "Let's go, you are not needed here."
Ma Guoxuan was not angry, he just smiled honestly, picked up his own firewood and left.
In the temple, there is a three-meter-high statue of the shaman god enshrined. The oil paint on the statue has become dull, obviously it has not been repaired for many years.
It is different from the image of the witch god rumored by the outside world. The witch god here is a standing statue, tall and mighty, glaring angrily.
With flames on his head, evil ghosts on his feet, and a spear in his hand, he looked majestic.
As the saying goes, one should do as the Romans do when one is in the country. Although Yang Haoran was not interested in the witch god, he still bowed deeply towards the statue of the witch god.
The eyes of the old patriarch on the side lit up, and he was obviously very satisfied.
After inviting Yang Haoran to sit in a side room, the old patriarch brewed a pot of tea and a unique medicinal aroma filled the air.
Yang Haoran's nose twitched and he smelled it, looking surprised.
"Old Patriarch, could it be that the water in this water is dragon bone grass?"
The old patriarch's eyes lit up and he laughed.
"Good taste, it is indeed keel grass. Tea leaves come from nowhere in remote areas, so they are replaced with wild grasses from the mountains. Don't dislike it."
While talking, the old patriarch had already poured a glass for Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran smiled: "The old patriarch is really joking. This dragon bone grass has the effect of enhancing qi and blood and improving physical fitness. It is a rare treasure outside.
Anyone who dares to dislike me has really not opened his eyes, so thank you, old patriarch."
After finishing speaking, Yang Haoran picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.
At that time, I felt a warmth in my body, and my qi and blood became more and more vigorous.
The old patriarch sat on the chair and looked at Yang Haoran again, with a meaningful look on his face.
"Since we are fellow Taoists, let's not be pretentious when talking to each other. We are not easy to find here. Why do you want to come to Panlong Village? Why don't you tell me frankly? If I can help, I will do my best.
If you can't help, please don't take offense, fellow Taoist, so as not to hurt your harmony."
