But in this brief moment, Fu Yang only felt that his eyes were blurry. Then the scene in front of him changed. He seemed to be stuffed into a rotating drum washing machine, top-heavy...
"I... Damn it! Is there some kind of magic that retains past memories or scenes? Why do people want to play this? Forget it, can you stop looking like this blue and skinny mushroom every time at the beginning!"
Fu Yang burst into tears in his heart.
Then, when the scene in front of him finally stabilized and was no longer blurry and dizzy, he found himself standing in front of a huge construction site!
This is a bustling construction site. Thousands of naked and muscular men are working in an extremely wide wet depression under the supervision of the government.
They are building a sluice!
Taking advantage of the dry season of the Wusong River, the edge of the estuary is beginning to dry up, so we must seize the time.
This was the first time Fu Yang saw the sight of ancient working people building magnificent buildings, and he was stunned by this scene full of primitive power and beauty!
He could see that the bottom trench of the entire huge sluice had been dug, and the farmers were now driving piles to reinforce the soil. And the specially treated wooden piles were being erected at a speed visible to the naked eye...
…
The weather was very hot and the air waves were distorted.
The harsh sunshine and high-intensity work made the skin of these peasants appear flushed. From time to time, some people would faint from heatstroke and be carried away by the doctor immediately. If the remaining people were a little lazy, what awaited them was ruthless whipping.
.
At the edge of the trough of the sluice, a group of court officials in robes stood condescendingly.
The first person in charge was the deputy envoy of Xuanwei of East Zhejiang Province, named Ren Renfa, who had just been appointed by the imperial court two months ago.
Local officials all heard that he made his fortune as a land envoy in the capital city of Shuiyong. He was quite proficient in water conservancy management, so he took the lead in building the sluice at the entrance of the Wusong River to the sea.
And the newly arrived deputy envoy Xuanwei of East Zhejiang Province has already earned the reputation of being a cruel official. As soon as he took office in Songjiang Prefecture (the ancient name of Shanghai), he immediately started the dredging and sluice construction of the Wusong River, and recruited a lot of people.
Tens of thousands of people work tirelessly every day. Five people have already died of exhaustion!
He himself had been at the construction site for several days without returning home. The hot weather made him irritable and irritable. Although his majestic official uniform was soaked with sweat, he remained motionless, like a sculpture.
His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, overlooking the construction work of the sluice below.
No one knows why he is so anxious to complete the sluice in less than half a year - in the past, this kind of project took more than three years!
What's even more bizarre is that the imperial court seemed to agree with what he did. The Zhongshu Province in Dadu even issued three orders in a row, asking him to complete the work before the fifth day of May.
The sculpture-like deputy ambassador of Xuanwei finally moved.
He turned around and waved to the officials: "You all should go and have a rest."
The officials, who were almost unable to hold on any longer, felt as if they had been granted amnesty. They all hurriedly saluted and ran back to the awnings set up by their servants to rest.
Seeing that there was no one around, the old servant came over worriedly: "Sir, your health... it's better to go home and rest first."
The stoic look on the face of the tall and thin deputy ambassador Xuanwei disappeared, and he was full of bitterness: "Afu, the Bathing Orchid Festival is coming soon.
They don’t know the true purpose of this sluice, don’t you? If it can’t be completed on time, it will be a huge disaster.”
Afu had a look of fear on his face, his eyes widened and his breathing was heavy. It took him a long time to speak with difficulty: "Sir, this, that, us... is that thing really that scary?"
"It will only be more terrifying than you imagine." Deputy Ambassador Xuanwei's face was once again filled with that resolute and serious expression. He looked along the rolling Wusong River toward the sea, and the salty and wet sea breeze blew, carrying a
An inexplicable fear.
Fu Yang was like a non-existent ghost, witnessing all this, his heart was shaken!
"This...is this the scene when the imperial court ordered civilians to build this sluice in the Yuan Dynasty? It is indeed very spectacular. However, I don't seem to see any evil spells? They are all normal constructions. Those
The talisman on the wooden stake is actually an orthodox Taoist evil talisman. And this Ren Renfa, according to legend in the supernatural world, he should be an unscrupulous Taoist priest from the Song Dynasty who surrendered to the Yuan Dynasty. But now it seems that he is a good official."
A series of doubts flashed through his mind.
I feel that the scene I saw in front of me seems to be different from some of the theories that have been circulating in the supernatural world...
"Let's see and then talk!"
Fu Yang thought in his mind.
Then he walked a few steps forward and approached Ren Renfa.
He saw the expression of concern for the country and the people on the face of this cultivator who was both an official and a Taoist. It didn't seem like he was faking it, but he really seemed to be afraid of something terrifying!
Fu Yang followed Ren Renfa's gaze and looked at the Wusong River sluice under construction.
The huge sluice gate, which is comparable to a city gate, is almost 80% complete, and the wooden piles with Taoist charms engraved on them have all been driven into the sand. They are densely packed and really spectacular.
"What kind of shocking secret does this sluice... hide?"
Fu Yang muttered silently to himself.
Soon, the scene in front of me changed.
The sun was rising and the moon was setting, and it was a night that I didn’t know how long after that.
The night sky was clear, without a trace of cloud. A bright full moon hung high in the night, emitting thousands of silver rays, like a jade plate.
In ancient times a few hundred years ago, there was no such thing as industrial pollution or smog. Therefore, the visibility was extremely high, and the huge moon was almost pressing on the sparkling offshore sea in the distance.
The huge sluice next to it should have been initially completed. There are only some minor details left to be completed.
Fu Yang saw Ren Renfa again.
He seemed to have lost a lot of weight, his cheekbones were prominent and his eye sockets were sunken.
The old servant at the center was still following behind him, looking at him with worried eyes.
Ren Renfa said: "Huh... Finally, the sluice gate was basically completed before the fifth day of May. In five days, when the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain have completely completed the formation seal of the mirage suppression pile, the area of Songjiang Mansion will be forgotten.
It’s safe.”
Longhu Mountain?!
Fu Yang's pupils suddenly narrowed.
Could it be that this formation was actually completed with the help of people from Longhu Mountain? Not only does it have nothing to do with the evil formation, it also represents absolute Taoist orthodoxy.
It shows that when this sluice was first built, it should have represented the right path.
But why, when the ruins were later excavated, were all the wooden piles covered with broken evil spells?