Unsure of the identity of this body, Yang Zhen didn't say her name, and Tie Zhu didn't care either. The two soon started chatting, and Yang Zhen also learned from Tiezhu's mouth how he was rescued.
Tie Zhu met Yang Zhen at a well behind the Taoist temple. That was already three days ago. The well was in a mountain recess. When Yang Zhen was found, he was lying in the grass. His clothes were in tatters and there were many blood stains on his body from branches. He looked like he had rolled down the mountain.
Yang Zhen held a stone on her head and remained motionless. He thought Yang Zhen was dead at the time, but when he touched her and found that she was still alive, he carried her back and placed her on the bed with a wooden door. I had been fed some decoction and water in the past few days, but Yang Zhen had no reaction.
"It's been three days, and you've finally woken up." Tie Zhu said with a smile.
"Three days! I've been unconscious for so long?"
No wonder I'm so hungry. Yang Zhen touched her dry belly.
"Yes! If you weren't still breathing, I would have thought you were dead. How did you, a little baby, come to this mountain? Where are the adults in your family?" Tie Zhu asked curiously after he finished speaking.
"I...I have a headache, and I can't remember a lot of things."
Yang Zhen mastered the trick commonly used by time-travelers without any teacher: pretending to be stupid and amnesia.
He also took the opportunity to make a request:
"Brother Tiezhu, the well is not far from here. Can you take me to have a look?"
Maybe you can find something at the scene. It would be better if you can discover the secret of time travel and return to modern times. A glimmer of hope rose in Yang Zhen's heart.
"It's not far, let's go!" Tie Zhu is also a straightforward person. It happened that Yang Zhen also finished eating this piece of cake that she didn't want to think about again, and regained some strength. The two of them walked towards the outside of the Taoist temple.
Tiezhu led the way, and Yang Zhen followed slowly. As the two walked and chatted, Yang Zhen no longer thought about whether it would arouse suspicion or anything, and asked about the biggest doubt in her heart:
"Brother Tiezhu, what dynasty is it now?"
"Dynasty? What dynasty?"
"Well...just, what is the surname of the current emperor?"
"How do I know the emperor's surname? Anyway, it's not the same surname as mine, Tian Tiezhu, haha! By the way, little Shitou, what's your surname?"
"My, it seems, my surname is Yang... Hey, my head hurts... Tiezhu... Brother, what is the name of the country we are in?"
Yang Zhen felt a little awkward calling each other "brother". In order to adapt to his new identity, he knew this was something he had to get used to.
To find out the specific era, you may be able to use the historical common sense you know in advance. Whether it is a wretched development, or a sideshow, you can always do something of your own!
"What is the name of our country?" Tie Zhu scratched his messy hair and recalled carefully, "It seems to be called Xu State, yes, it is Xu State!"
"Xu Guo?" Yang Zhen was confused. There was no such dynasty in the Twenty-Four Histories. Is it now the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period? Yes, there were so many countries at that time. I remember there were small countries like Xu. Just God, can you tell me what year this Xu Kingdom was born, what year it died, what characters there were, and what deeds it had!
"Which Xu? Is it Yanwu Xu or Double Xu?" Yang Zhen continued to ask.
"Yan Wu Xu, two people Xu? Who are they?" Tiezhu looked confused.
While talking, the two of them had arrived at a well. The well is not big, about three feet in diameter. The water in the well is very clear. There is a water hole in the middle, so dark that you can't see the bottom.
Tie Zhu cheered, rushed to the well, picked up a handful of water, and sprinkled it on his sweaty head.
Yang Zhen also smiled and followed, holding water in both hands to wash her face. It was cool. When she looked again, the reflection of a child was printed in the rippling water:
This is a little boy who looks to be eight or nine years old. He has a bun on his head, and most of it is loose. The face is slightly thin, the skin is fair, the chin is a bit pointed, and the whole person looks a bit weak. The child's eyes are very clear, as if they can speak, penetrating deep into the soul.
This is a very weird feeling:
When you look in the mirror, there is a completely unfamiliar face in the mirror, but it is really you. When you look at him, it's like you're looking at a completely unrelated person, and it's like you're looking into your own soul.
Yang Zhen felt guilty and turned her head, not daring to look directly into these eyes. It was as if in a deep black hole, this child was questioning who he was and why he took his body.
Yang Zhen took a deep breath, calmed down the thousands of thoughts in her heart, forced herself to turn her head, and stared at the figure underwater again, her eyes gradually became firmer:
"I don't know who you are, but since I borrowed your body, I will definitely know who you are. If you have any grievances, if you or even your family died in an accident, as long as I, Yang Zhen, don't die, I will I will definitely avenge you..."
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"Little Shitou, come here, it's right here."
While Yang Zhen was deep in thought, Tie Zhu had already come to a bush beside the well and called Yang Zhen over.
This is the bottom of a slope, about a foot away from the edge of the well, and is covered with weeds about half a foot high. A stone the size of a watermelon was hidden among the grass. There was a piece of light green moss on the stone. A small piece of the moss peeled off, revealing the bluestone underneath, as if someone had smashed it.
"At that time, you were lying like this, with your head on the stone... Hey, what is this in your hand?"
Yang Zhen knelt down, pulled away the grass with her hands, and picked up something from the ground.
This is a wooden statue, about the size of a two-inch photo, and it looks a bit old. On the front of the statue is the head of a middle-aged Taoist priest, with blazing eyes and a smile on his face, giving him a hopeful aura. On the back are a few small words...
Yang Zhen was carefully reading the words on the back. Tie Zhu leaned his head over, took a look, and said:
"This is the portrait of Patriarch Yunxiao... Did you drop it here?"
"Grandmaster Yunxiao?" Yang Zhen remembered that when giving cakes before, Tiezhu seemed to have mentioned this name: "This... Patriarch Yunxiao?"
"You don't even know Patriarch Yunxiao? Oh, it seems you have really forgotten everything! Patriarch Yunxiao is the great patriarch of our Xu country. He has lived for thousands of years and has already ascended to the immortal world..."
What? Live for thousands of years and still ascend? Is this a fairy world?
Impossible, it should be impossible. Is there anyone in this world who lives for thousands of years? Isn't there a legend in the Han Dynasty that Peng Zu lived to be eight hundred years old? So, in the chaotic and ignorant era of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, it is not surprising that there are rumors about these gods and goddesses among the people!
As a college student at the end of the 20th century, Yang Zhen, who had only watched "Looking for Qin" before time travel, intuitively preferred to believe that she had traveled back to the ancient earth.
"Can this statue help me find my family?" Yang Zhen asked uncertainly.
"I'm afraid that's not possible," Tie Zhu shook his head, "This statue can be said to be found in every household in the Xu Kingdom. My family also had one before, and it was almost the same model. If I want to use this to find your home, unless...unless the Patriarch Yunxiao bless."
It seems of no use. Yang Zhen was very disappointed. After thinking about it, she still put the wooden sculpture in her arms. He continued to look at the patch of grass where he lay down, imagining the scene at that time. Suddenly, he frowned, as if something was wrong!
"Brother Tiezhu, you said I was lying here with this rock on my head?"
"Yes."
"Then help me think about it, why am I unconscious here?"
"You don't have to think about it. Look at this big slope and this patch of grass. You must have rolled down from it, hit your head on this rock, and then passed out..."
wrong. Yang Zhen thought to herself, and from the analysis of the peeling traces of the bluestone, the force at which the body hit the stone would not have been too small.
If so, how come there are no scars on the head?
Yang Zhen was very sure that he was able to occupy the magpie's nest and occupy this body without encountering any resistance, which meant that the original owner of this body must have died, and the nightmare before waking up was the last remaining memory of "him".
Therefore, if he really died by hitting a stone, the force would definitely not be small, and it would be impossible not to bleed at all.
I had just seen it on his head by the well, and there were no obvious scars. It was impossible to say that the scars would be completely healed in a few days. The scratches from the vegetation on his hands were still there!
Unless the bluestone was smashed with something else.
Or maybe the body was already dead and stiff before the impact.
Regardless of the cause, the death of the predecessor had nothing to do with the collision of rocks.
However, if he didn't die by hitting a rock, what would be the real "cause" of this body's death?
