Chapter 70 Kongquehe Shuangheishan Bianshan Road People live here
Hangcheng.
A prosperous place since ancient times.
However, the city of Hangzhou during the Republic of China was far less vast than that of later generations. To the east of Qibao outside the Qiantang River were endless riverbank fields.
The ancient city is smaller.
It covers an area of only more than ten miles.
There are six gates.
But Hangzhou has been connected to the port since the late Qing Dynasty, shipping is extremely developed, and the West Lake is connected to the Qiantang River.
There are countless boat shadows, all the way from the river directly to the waters of West Lake.
At this moment, at the pier by the lake, a small black-topped boat slowly docked.
The man who was punting the boat was an old man in his fifties, who had been relying on water for generations.
When I was young, I fished on the water, but now that I am older, I can no longer bear to wake up in the middle of the night and return in the middle of the night. In order to support my family, I had to sell the fishing boat and replace it with a small black-topped boat.
Making a living by ferrying people on the West Lake.
This kind of small boat can carry three or five people at a time.
If there are more, there will be no place to stand.
"Guys, we've arrived."
Carefully tied the rope to the pier beside the pier, and then the old man turned back to look at the first three figures in the boat.
He has been setting up a ferry by the lake for so many years.
I have met countless people.
I think I still have some eyesight.
Not to mention that good and evil can be seen at a glance. After all, people's hearts are far apart from each other, and it is difficult to draw skin and bones.
But it’s enough to have a rough look at his identity.
However, today's trip, the three people who were picked up from the mouth of the river made him feel a little embarrassed in his heart. He thought about it all the way, but he couldn't figure it out.
The three of them were dressed in Taoist robes.
You don’t look very young.
Only the man who had closed his eyes and meditated since he got on the boat was slightly older, but he was definitely not older than thirty-five.
There are two left, a little Kundao, wearing a Taoist bun robe, carrying an umbrella, smiling and leaning on the side of the boat, looking at the scenery of the West Lake, looking innocent and innocent.
Another little Taoist priest has a strange face and an amazing appearance, not like a Han Chinese.
They are somewhat similar to those foreign devils preaching in the city.
Similar to that middle-aged Taoist.
He also has a dull temper and hasn't spoken since he got on the boat.
A bow hangs diagonally behind him.
Although it is covered with cloth strips, you can guess it by looking at its shape.
He only occasionally spoke to Xiao Kundao.
What makes him strange is that the accent is similar to that of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but... the question he asked seems to have never been to this area.
The landscape of West Lake has been famous since ancient times.
Even if you haven’t seen it, you should have heard of it.
He wondered if it was the three Taoists who meditated in the temple all year round and rarely went out.
But.
It is not that there are no Taoist temples in the city.
The Fuxing Temple, Huanglong Cave, Dongxiao Palace and Baopu Taoist Temple in Hangzhou are all thousand-year-old Taoist palaces with endless incense.
He has been there several times.
Which of those Taoists in the temple is not elegant and elegant?
But among the people on the boat, only Xiao Kundao was a little more gentle and approachable, while the other two seemed to be characters who should be kept away from strangers.
Especially the middle-aged Taoist.
Even with his eyes closed, the deep murderous aura in his body made him frightened.
"So fast..."
The group of people was naturally the brothers and sisters of Partridge Shao who had rushed back from the Miao border.
At this moment, Hua Ling was still lying on the side of the boat, looking at the white pagoda on the sunset mountain on the south bank, and her mind was filled with the story of Xu Xian and White Snake that the boatman had just told.
I couldn't help but frown and muttered reluctantly.
"If the Taoist nuns haven't had enough fun, the little old man can take the three of them around the lake. The eighteen sceneries of the West Lake are different everywhere..."
The old man chatted with a smile.
However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a partridge whistle.
“No, how much does it cost, old man?”
“We have to leave as soon as possible.”
"...One person gets four cents, just a dime of copper."
Meet his slowly opening eyes.
The old man felt that there were thunder, landslides, and lake water pouring back in his eyes, which was indescribably terrifying.
I shivered and hurriedly lowered my head, not daring to look any further.
“Thank you.”
Partridge Whistle took out the money, placed it on the wooden chair in the boat, and thanked him calmly.
Then he took Hua Ling and the old foreigner to the shore and walked all the way out of the ferry.
Until the three figures disappeared.
The old man dared to raise his head and glanced from a distance. He was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat on such a hot day.
“God, I’m afraid a killer star from the sky has come to this world.”
He lifted up his sleeves and wiped his sweat.
The old man murmured softly.
After a while, he withdrew his gaze and turned to the boat.
However, when I saw the shipping money they left behind, my heart couldn't help but beat hard.
A piece of silver was placed quietly on the chair.
The sun above our head illuminated the place, making it dazzlingly bright.
"Mom..."
At this moment, he still doesn't understand. This is not like encountering a murderous star. It is clearly a Taoist immortal coming to save people.
He had never seen such a big amount of money in his life.
Catch it carefully in your hand.
Grinning happily.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something again.
Put Yin Yang upright to your mouth, blow hard, and then quickly put it to your ear.
A crisp buzzing sound suddenly came.
"It's true...it's true."
He heard about this method from the second boy next door who worked in a restaurant in the city.
That’s it.
The trembling wind and the buzzing sound are real money.
He used to just listen to the excitement, but now he has tried it himself, and it is really the case.
Looking around and seeing that no one was paying attention, he carefully hid Yin Yang against his chest.
That heavy feeling.
Make him more at ease than ever before.
Now that I have money to buy medicine, my wife no longer has to suffer.
The other side.
The three people who had already merged into the crowd stopped in front of a stall.
"Shopkeeper, three bowls of noodles."
"Okay."
In a simple greeting.
Partridge Xian, Hua Ling and the old foreigner found a deserted corner to sit down.
We said goodbye to Pingshan in Miaojiang, but even though the three of us hurried along slowly and hurriedly without any delay, almost ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
Compared to his original plan.
Already two days late.
Not intentionally, but the world is more chaotic than he imagined.
When passing through the area of Poyang.
Two warlords fought in a melee, fighting to the death.
In desperation, the three of them could only take a detour.
Now, after arriving in Hangzhou, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Their trip was based on Peacock Mountain, an unremarkable hill less than forty miles away.
As for why the ancestors of the clan chose that place as the place to settle down.
Partridge Whistle actually understands.
Banshanmen originally originated from the Shuanghei Mountains of Kongquehe River in the ancient Western Regions.
Back then, those ancestors traveled all the way south from their ancestral land, looking for the Muchen Bead while trying to choose a place for their descendants to settle down.
Until we cross the Qiantang River.
I heard from the locals that there is a place called Peacock Mountain.
The ancestors of the clan finally decided to stop their wandering life and move the whole family to the mountains.
However, Peacock Mountain was still an uninhabited hill at that time.
Forefathers have opened up wasteland for generations.
After several generations of hard work, a village was finally built at the foot of the mountain.
I thought that with a place to stay, it would be much easier to go out and look for the Muchen Bead.
But who could have imagined that in the blink of an eye, hundreds of years have passed, and there is still no trace of the beads. Instead, the clan has gradually withered away, and the bustle of the past has long since disappeared.
But even so.
For the three of them, as soon as they stepped into the boundaries of Hangzhou, they could no longer suppress the feeling of being close to home.
It feels like the raging tide encountered when crossing the Qiantang River.
“Three bowls of noodles, use them slowly.”
Partridge Whistle was in a daze, and he didn’t react until the waiter brought three bowls of steaming noodles.
He picked the two pitiful pieces of meat into the bowls of the junior brothers and sisters.
“Let’s eat.”
“We have to go on our way later.”
“Yes, senior brother.”
The two of them have long been used to this kind of thing. The situation was too difficult to refuse, so he took the chopsticks and started eating in silence.
Not long after.
The three of them left the noodle shop and headed straight towards Peacock Mountain without further delay.
Until night falls.
Stars appear in the sky.
In the dim light, despite the dust but not the slightest sign of fatigue, they finally crossed mountains and rivers and arrived outside a village. However, it is different from the Zhuanghu villages seen along the way.
The mountain village in front of us was completely dark, with not even a single light visible.
There are only a few old houses, faintly showing their outlines in the night.
There is no smoke, even... no popularity.
The silence is permeating.
It's like an ancient village in the Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, where fox monsters are entrenched, snakes and rats are rampant, and female ghosts cannibalize people.
But the moment I saw it.
The eyes of the brother and sister Partridge Whistle immediately turned red.
Especially the youngest and most emotional Hua Ling, tears fell like rain.
This is the clan land of Zagrama.
In addition to the ancestral land, the place where the clan members live is also the hometown that carries countless memories of the three of them.
Looking at the deserted village in front of me that has no human habitation.
Partridge Whistle felt like his chest was blocked by rocks, making him unable to breathe.
He was born here.
At that time, although the village was lonely, it was not so abandoned.
There are always a few old people sitting under the trees at the entrance of the village, talking about the past glory of Zagrama.
There are also aunts working hard in the fields.
There are old people at the top and young people at the bottom.
The whole family is supported by their weak shoulders.
As for men...as soon as they reach the age of ten, they have to bear the thousand-year responsibility of their clan and go out to search for the Muchen Bead.
Sometimes I am gone for several years.
Occasionally I can come back, stay for a few days, and then leave again.
But more people never have the chance to come back from the moment they step out of Peacock Mountain.
The same goes for him.
When I was ten years old, I followed the previous generation of mountain-moving Taoist priests.
Study hard and move mountains to pass on.
Two thousand years of moving mountain gates have been passed down with many techniques.
Moving mountains and reclaiming seas, dividing armor and digging hills, and even subduing demons, suppressing corpses and exorcising evil spirits.
Partridge Whistle is extremely talented.
So much so that the previous generation of Banshan Taoists couldn’t help but sigh. If he hadn’t been born into the Zagrama clan, his achievements would have surpassed all previous generations of Banshan Taoists.
What a pity.
The fate of their clan has been determined from the moment they were born.
Follow the previous generation of mountain-moving Taoists.
It took five years.
Until the master's ghost curse broke out and he vomited blood and died, he brought his master's ashes back.
That was also the first time he returned to the village after leaving.
But in just five years, things have changed.
The old men who once recited the family history under the tree have all passed away.
In fact, he didn’t know.
The so-called old man is not very old, only about forty years old, but he was looking for pearls when he was young. He had old injuries and hidden diseases, which caused the ghost curse to break out in advance.
Often past forty.
He has gray hair and is getting old.
The village is more desolate than before, and there are even fewer children of the younger generation.
Those women working in the fields.
Many familiar faces will not be seen again either.
At that time, Partridge Whistle made a big oath that he would find the Muchen Bead no matter what in this life.
It’s just that...
Heaven doesn’t fulfill people’s wishes.
In the blink of an eye, after so many years, I have accomplished nothing.
In fact, there are only three brothers and sisters left in the entire clan.
The past was like smoke, and scenes emerged in his mind.
Unconscious.
Big tears burst out of Partridge Whistle’s eyes and fell to the ground with a clatter.
The pain that has been suppressed for many years.
At this moment, everything breaks out after all.
The same is true for old foreigners.
He is young, but the burden on his body is equally heavy.
Especially watching my senior brother grow older day by day.
Although he has a dull personality and is not good at words, it does not mean that he is a grass and trees.
As he fell behind him, tears were already streaming down his face.
He seemed to feel the pain of the three of them.
The two armored beasts in the bamboo basket flipped back and forth, making a whining sound, as if they were crying.
The three of them stood quietly in the dark night.
Let the mountain wind howl and dry the tears on his face. After who knows how long, the partridge whistle sighed, and his eyes became more alive.
“Let’s go.”
"Go to the back mountain to burn incense sticks."
Walking silently through the familiar and unfamiliar villages.
The familiar figures have disappeared, but traces of the past life can be found everywhere.
Not long after.
The three of them left the village and entered a cave.
The lights all around had already been extinguished.
With the moonlight falling overhead, a strange building can be seen faintly.
That is the ancestral temple of Zagrama.
It is also the destination of each generation of tribesmen.
They will come here one day, but I don’t know if anyone will send their bones to rest here for a long time.
The old foreigner took out the fire sickle.
Relight the already cold lights on the surrounding cave walls.
When the fire started, this ancestral temple, which had been silent for who knows how long, gained some warmth.
The partridge whistle did not dare to hesitate.
After slightly adjusting the starched and white robes, he stepped forward and gently opened the door.
A long-lasting smell suddenly hit my face.
Looking up, there are countless tablets placed among them, many of which are covered with dust because they are unattended.
See this scene.
Partridge Whistle's heart is as sharp as a knife.
Among those names were his parents, his master, and his familiar uncles.
"Get some incense..."
It was clearly separated by a threshold, but to him, it seemed like a chasm.
After being silent for a long time, Partridge Whistle finally spoke hoarsely.
"Yes, senior brother."
The old foreigner nodded silently.
He walked aside, picked up a bundle of moist incense, and after finally lighting it, handed it to his senior brother.
The partridge whistle walked forward quietly and inserted the incense into the stove one by one.
Gradually.
In the cold ancestral temple, curls of green smoke filled the air.
In that thin smoke.
He raised his head and seemed to see familiar figures, either serious or kind, looking at him quietly.
……
In Guanyun Tower.
Chen Yulou took a few bites and then put down his chopsticks.
I have little interest in those delicacies, but the pot of new wine tastes good.
Long but not strong, fragrant and mellow.
Sitting at the table, he poured himself a drink and looked at Kunlun across from him with a smile as he devoured his food.
It can be seen that this kid is really hungry.
Although I eat a lot of food on weekdays.
But it is far from as amazing as it is now.
Chen Yulou was not in a hurry, drinking wine slowly while thinking about things in his mind.
Returning from Pingshan.
It has been almost ten days.
According to time calculation, the three brothers and sisters of Partridge Whistle should also have returned to their clan.
With his character of promising a lot of money, I am afraid that he will not stay here for too long before he sets off again and rushes to Chenjiazhuang to join him.
Then go to Zhelong Mountain.
In fact, he originally wanted to go again after a few months, but he also understood that Partridge Whistle could no longer afford to wait.
Searching for pearls is both a mission and a destiny for him.
It’s better to start early.
After all, just traveling along the way will take a lot of effort.
You also have to seize the time to practice and completely stabilize the state of internal refining. It is best to make further progress.
If you can refine your consciousness into spiritual consciousness.
Reached the fourth level of Qi Refining Pass.
The certainty of entering King Xian’s Tomb will undoubtedly increase by then.
In addition, mausoleum genealogy and paper armor, two different techniques for viewing mountains, must be mastered as soon as possible.
On the contrary, it is the divine method, after his day and night practice during this period, it can be said that he has made rapid progress.
Dong——
While he was thinking wildly.
Kunlun put down his bowls and chopsticks with a thud and grinned at him.
“Are you full?”
"Let's go, it's time to try the method of enlightenment!"
(End of this chapter)