The city of Guangzhou is surrounded by floods, and the waves are rolling in front of the Nanhai Ancient Temple. The terrifying flood peak has annihilated the fertile land on the embankment, and swallowed up Zhangqiu Gang into a watery shore. At this time, if anyone is standing there and looking around, they will notice The whole world seems to have returned to an era of ignorance before Hongmeng was divided, and life like grass has long been precarious and irrelevant.
On top of Zhangqiu Hill, there was a group of people who were even more desperate. At this time, the roads outside the village were cut off, and there was no rescue despite waiting. The villagers had no food and water and had nowhere to go. They could only sadly abandon their homes and live in Hongsheng Temple, climbing up to the sky day and night helplessly to look into the distance.
From Zhangqiu Hill, they could clearly see that the brick foundation of Fuxu Ancient Village had been destroyed by the flood, and the calm archway had also disappeared before their eyes. Not even the top of the roof of the house was left. The water from the rivers coming from all directions is still vast and endless, with the sound of thunder and rain, the waves are surging and unscrupulous, which is daunting.
Jin Peiyuan's "Records of Guangzhou" records: "There is a village a hundred miles east of Guangzhou, named 'Gudou'. From then on, it went out to sea and became boundless." Gudou was the original Zhangqiugang Village. Looking back at this The dim sea and sky at that time were exactly the same as those recorded in the book, and thousands of years seemed like a blink of an eye.
But such a scene has been gone for too long. Not only have the villagers never seen it, but even their ancestors have not witnessed such a scene for hundreds of years.
It developed from Gudou in the Jin Dynasty to Nanhai Town, and in the Tang Dynasty it expanded to Fuxu Town. It is also the confluence point of the water of the Xijiang, Dongjiang and Beijiang rivers, so Fuxu Town is also known as the "Three River Estuary" and suffers from sediment accumulation. It's just inevitable.
In the pale memories of the villagers, it seems that with the last batch of sailboats in the late Song Dynasty, Fuxu Port collapsed like a skin that had been drained of all its vitality. The fishermen who once continued to sing late, The lamps and shadows collapsed with a loud sound, and gradually only a messy wreckage remained.
For some reason, the legend of crossing the sea is always circulated in the village, and some people still vaguely remember that the person who left with the boat and the promise was named Lu Junshi.
Time slowly passed to the Ming Dynasty. Due to the construction of embankments to prevent floods in the past dynasties, the place gradually turned into a shallow land as sediment accumulated. After the coastline moved outward, Fuxu Port also lost its favorable port conditions, and ship trade gradually declined. Today, the waterway in Fuxu Port is getting narrower and declining, leaving only a narrow river channel in and out, which has finally become history, and the scene on the Fuxu River is no longer beautiful.
This ancient town, which relies on the prosperity of the port and has gradually become deserted because of the decline of the port, should have gradually come to the end of its life. But suddenly, it seems that the scene a thousand years ago suddenly reappeared in front of us. Only this time, the ancient port water The soul of the underworld has the intention of pretending to be a corpse, then showing its claws and claws, choosing people to devour, and wants to take everything away completely.
The intersection of three rivers represents the mouth of the water, and the boiling sea and the sky are even more severe. The plight of Zhangqiugang Village comes from being attacked from both sides. Even if the water of the three rivers gathered inland is twisted into a line, it cannot break through the roaring roar of the boiling sea. The waves, even before they spread, were already washed away by the tide and turned into extremely fine foam——
The tide is powerful and the waves are coming suddenly. This is undoubtedly a once-in-a-century tidal disaster!
In order to cope with the natural disaster, the villagers of Zhangqiugang Village have exhausted all methods within a few days. However, whether it is building embankments and dams or dredging and opening gates, facing the sudden tidal disaster is just a drop in the bucket. After exhausting their efforts, they finally failed. Unable to save the cottage at the foot of the mountain, they could only gather dejectedly in the ancient Nanhai Temple on the top of the mountain, praying day and night in front of the silent statue of King Hong Sheng.
But praying hard could not stop the rain, and begging hard could not stop the disaster. The outside of the ancient Nanhai Temple had now turned into an isolated island in the vast sea. The villagers were in danger of being swept up in the waves and drowned in the belly of fish and turtles at any time. All misfortunes seem to have started on the night when all the young people in the village died.
Only then did the villagers belatedly remember every bit of what their ancestors said. The too comfortable and ordinary daily life of living in the fields and farming made them forget that they were actually on the crest of the confluence of the three rivers and the boiling waves. They also forgot about the undercurrents at the bottom of the sea that could roll dead bodies into the depths, which were originally terrifying signs of tidal disasters...
At some point, blasphemous whispers started to sound. The red-faced god-man in the main hall was wearing a crown and his eyes were wide open. He was sitting on a chair made of two dragons. A returnable person.
The eyes of the village chief in the hall were filled with bloodshot eyes. He saw that the colorful mural behind the statue had cracked a large crack, and the paint was eclipsed by moisture and moss. However, the two large stone carvings in the inner hall were clearly visible under the candlelight.
The picture on the left is "The Picture of King Hong Sheng Suppressing the Sea and Conquering Demons", which depicts the magnificent scene of King Hong Sheng protecting the people, eliminating disasters, suppressing the sea and subduing demons. The picture on the right, "King Guangli Weixian's Tour", depicts the spectacular scene of King Hong Sheng leading the gods to patrol the world, shining auspicious light and benefiting the world. Now everything has dimmed, and it seems that only this little color is left. Not dispersed.
"Now we can only invite King Hong Sheng to come out..."
The isolated villagers were awakened by a shout. They looked around in confusion, only to find that the person who sounded like thunder was not the thunderbolt above their heads, but the village chief with a pale face and who had not slept for several nights.
The thin old man was standing under the eaves outside Hongsheng Temple. He stretched out a trembling finger and pointed to a certain place, finally invoking some kind of forced ritual. At this time, the cold wind turned into needle pricks in the face, and every instruction was like a thunderous sound in the hearts of the villagers, which was almost heart-breaking.
But now that there is no escape or avoidance, they have no choice.
Soon, scattered sounds of gongs, drums, cymbals and cymbals could be heard outside the main hall, and the plaque of the solemn avoidance was swayingly lifted up. Before King Hong Sheng's patrol could stand firmly, it was carried out without warning. After leaving the gate, the raindrops instantly wet the crimson curtain, turning it into a red that was more solid than blood.
The last villagers in Zhangqiugang Village were slowly walking away under the pouring rain outside the temple. Just like countless God's birthday celebrations in the past, there was no smile on their faces, leaving only an expression that was so calm that it was almost lifeless. Even his steps were silent as he walked outside.
The winding procession strolled along the rugged temple gate mountain road, and soon arrived at the cliff-like high ground. The villagers respectfully put down their sacred chariots and worshiped, tapping their foreheads against the hard sandstone and murmuring constantly. Their lips were washed away by the rain, but they were still crawling in the mud flowing freely for a long time, and no one was willing to get up.
What does a temple mean to a village?
Ying Laodao understood the significance of this temple to Zhangqiugang Village, and also understood the status of King Hong Sheng in the hearts of the villagers. Therefore, he had previously laid out the method of "housekeeping by gods and men" in an attempt to dispel the fear caused by Hei Yi. Although the strategies did not all work, Black Eye never came close to the Nanhai Ancient Temple no matter how rampant it was, because the villagers had always been willing to believe that all difficulties would be eliminated before the divine power of King Hong Sheng.
But in the face of everything today, the situation has already exceeded their imagination and imagination. Even the omnipotent god and man cannot withstand the incoming natural disasters, let alone the invasion of successive bad lucks. The original deep-rooted belief is on the verge of collapse, but there is still a trace of luck before the ice melts.
They could only hear the Hong Sheng Bao Gao that had been passed down from generation to generation read out from their mouths. The remaining old and weak women and children in Zhangqiugang Village knelt on the ground piously and stubbornly. Finally, some people slowly raised their heads, with a persistent and deep look. Looking at the god, I saw rays of divine light coming and going, yin and yang, falling from the sky endlessly.
"King Hong Sheng bless..."
"King Hong Sheng bless..."
"King Hongsheng bless you..."
The sound of falling into the water kept resounding, and the people who followed were horrified to find that the villagers of Zhangqiugang Village were insensitively taking over, first throwing the "Silence" and "Avoidance" travel signs symbolizing the majesty of the gods into the water, and then The ebony sword, dragon subduing wood, and water-breaking stone that symbolized magic power turned a blind eye to things that were regarded as treasures in the past.
However, the result of all this did not stop the wind and rain. It only created a few shallow waves on the turbulent water surface at the bottom of the cliff, and disappeared in an instant.
Dan Min held his breath and discovered that the time-honored plaques and inscriptions engraved in the ancient Nanhai Temple were now being carried out and thrown off the cliff one after another. They are still hoping that these literati of the past dynasties can respond and recreate before their eyes the supernatural scene where the God of the South China Sea commands "the mysterious monsters of the sea emerge from a trance, twisting and turning, turtles and fish grow in the sky, jumping in and out first". But nothing happened on the water.
The order finally came to the statue of the god. As a statue of a Yi man wearing Tang Dynasty clothes was thrown into the sea, the despair in the eyes of the villagers finally emerged, and they unanimously cast their eyes on the lonely sedan chair on the top of the cliff. The villagers stand like puppets. There may be countless thoughts in their minds like foam on the sea, but they may be shattered and silenced by a big wave, leaving only empty heads in the end.
In a daze, it seemed that no one ever stood up to take action - at least everyone present thought that they had not done anything offensive. But at some point, the sedan carriage had been pushed to a dangerous angle and was slowly tipping sideways towards the cliff with an astonishing slope, drawing an unsettling arc!
The hard rock is unforgiving. Even if the villagers turned sideways and couldn't bear to look at it, they could still hear the sore sound of broken teeth. It seemed that the sacred chariot made of solid wood had been overwhelmed by repeated stumbles and slowly shattered into pieces. .
None of them dared to look, but they could all imagine a scene, that is, something on the cliff was falling faster and faster, and eventually turned into flying wood chips floating on the sea surface, mixed with the previously thrown things, and a Floating weakly in the current, the scene is abrupt and scattered.
But the villagers were still listening attentively, and suddenly there was a look on their faces.
Even now, the lead clouds on the distant sea and sky lines have not shown any signs of melting away, and the heavy rain is falling continuously. However, those who knelt down and listened blankly in the heavy rain have never heard the last heavy sound. The sound of objects falling into the water.
At that moment, countless divine responses, visions and anecdotes came to mind. It seemed that the failure of several previous rituals didn't matter. Just jumping up this little flame was enough to make the ashes in the hearts of the villagers ignite again, and they were reborn into something extraordinary. of piety.
The strong wind suddenly weakened, and people headed by the village chief rushed to the edge of the cliff to look down, hoping to see teams of patrolling Yashas riding the waves, as fast as lightning, carrying red flags and coming to subdue the waves. !
But what they saw was that a few feet away from the sea below the cliff, a tree branch suddenly reached out and intercepted several dilapidated carriage boards, and happened to hit King Hong Sheng who immediately rolled into the sea. As if blocking it, it didn't fall into the sea for a long time.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
The gravel was trampled down from the cliff, and the wild waves crashed against the cliff bank, making a surging sound. The fragile branches were soon overwhelmed, and were finally bent into a miserable arc. As a few pieces of gravel crashed, After rolling over the wooden board and falling into the sea, the ancient statue of the red-robed and red-faced god finally suddenly plunged into the water. After making a lonely splash, it completely disappeared with the swirl of water.
The villagers were bathing in the wind and rain with despair on their faces, wailing one after another, and thunderbolts kept flashing above their heads, seeming to be laughing at their whims. The statue of King Hong Sheng, for which they had high hopes, had been completely submerged by the sea, regardless of whether they were in the waves. No matter how hard I search, it’s hard to find any trace——
Just like their last glimmer of hope, it disappeared completely with this last futile ceremony.
Despair flashed in the village chief's eyes. His footsteps had unknowingly stepped on the edge of the cliff. If he took another step forward, he would be buried in the abyss of the waves. There is no greater sorrow than heartbreak. The voices of the surrounding villagers were like voices from across the distance. The sound came from the water, but I couldn't hear it clearly. It seemed like some strange language I had never heard before...
The village chief's feet were about to fall, but he was caught by the person behind him. What the village chief saw was a pair of red eyes soaked by salty rainwater, and stretched arms with white joints and blue skin. The man was almost touching his face. Only with a face-to-face distance did the chaotic voice reach his ears!
"Look...someone is coming from the sea..."
Things are so strange. The idea of the villagers crossing the sea is still in the air. They are already in a desperate situation of isolation and no food or food. But the magic is that it is only an insignificant wooden boat in the vast sea, but it can bring people... A great encouragement.
Where the statue fell into the water, a dark wooden boat was shuttled high up in the wind and waves. Countless evil waves stretched out their long claws to overturn it, as if evil spirits in the water came to seek life, but an oar could always hit it just right. Breaking the waves and intercepting the undercurrents, no matter how rough the surrounding waves are, this canoe is always as graceful as a swimming dragon, surviving from desperate situations many times, with an unbreakable vitality.
Not only that, on the bow of the dragon boat with the old dragon head carved on it, the villagers could see an angry young man standing, gnashing his teeth and shouting behind him. His passionate voice seemed to be cheering, but his words were incomprehensible. Difficult to understand.
"Back then, Mr. Dao and I were able to cross the Twin Seas in a small broken boat, and fight all the way from Lu Gaoyin to the Kurast Seaport. His grandma, I don't believe that I can't reach the Nanhai Ancient Temple today!"
I saw Jiang Wen and his entourage arrive at Zhangqiugang Village. They actually relied on an old dragon to cross the Tao Mountain and the raging sea to reach the ancient Nanhai Temple that had turned into an isolated island in the ocean. The people on the boat couldn't help but cheer.
Jiang Wen was still holding the bow of the ship steady and controlling the direction. He thought about how a mortal's power could compare with the power of heaven and earth. Even with Jiang Wen's martial arts, he would not be able to ride the waves directly to the finish line. Therefore, he could only use his internal power to circulate endlessly, turning it into The inexhaustible motivation to paddle forward, while leading carefully from the front with excellent eyesight.
I don't know if it was bad luck along the way, or there is a rule in the world that women cannot get on the boat. They almost went through all kinds of difficulties before they broke out from Shenzhupu, and then plunged into another sea storm, threatening them. Floating around with them. When the rain was at its heaviest, Jiang Wen and his party even had to allocate half of their manpower to scoop water out of the dragon boat in order to avoid a sinking accident. The pain was so painful that it made those who heard it sad and those who saw it shed tears.
But the more bumpy the journey became, the angrier Jiang Wen became. It wasn't until he brought a boatload of old, weak, women and children to the shore that he angrily took out a red-faced black wooden statue from the boat and said to the dumbfounded villagers on the shore: " Who was so unethical just now that he threw things up there!"
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After tying up the old dragon and entering the ancient temple, Jiang Wen and his party were almost in a state of exhaustion. Even if they wanted to get up and suppress the dragon ghosts, they were unable to do so. Fortunately, the villagers in Zhangqiugang Village were not so pedantic that they froze and starved themselves. They had demolished the side hall early to use it as firewood and boil water. This allowed Jiang Wen and his party to drink hot water and warm themselves up by the fire - but only the remains from the house were Judging from the wood, usable items are becoming increasingly scarce these days.
There were many casualties along the way. Xiao Shitou and Fu Ningdie took care of Hong Wending, whose eyes were injured. Yuan Ziyi also guarded Yan Yongchun uneasily. Lei Huhu and the old housekeeper were shivering from the cold because they had no time to prepare. Lips turn blue.
Jiang Wen's internal energy was repeatedly exhausted and recovered this time, but he was still stronger than the others. At this time, he squeezed out the last bit of his Nine Yang Magic and stood up to help everyone get rid of the coldness on their bodies. However, he saw Luo Shuang'er stood up in unison, wearing one long and one short Hanwang green sword on her waist, and suddenly walked towards Hongsheng Temple.
Jiang Wen caught up immediately after finishing his work.
"Heroes, where are you going? Nowadays, the tides outside are turbulent and extremely dangerous. The one hundred thousand army in the late Song Dynasty was defeated and overthrown. Our ancestors saw this with our own eyes. Don't be impulsive!"
The old village chief saw with his own eyes the courage of the other party Tun Tian. At this time, he was worried that the other party would forcefully go to sea, so he hurriedly followed him.
But as soon as they entered the main hall, they found that they were moving in the same place. It was the ancient stone wall with dragons and phoenixes behind the statue in the main hall. The big one and the small one both looked deep in thought.
Hearing the footsteps approaching, Jiang Wen raised his hand first to show his calmness. Luo Shuang'er told him that he was still a little unsure and needed to find some help according to Luo Yuantong's plan.
"This is clearly a storm surge that met an astronomical tide. It's okay, my father-in-law. Let me ask you something, who taught you the method of using the statue to suppress the sea just now?" Jiang Wen said quickly in order to cover Luo Shuang'er.
"Hey, if we didn't have to do it, we wouldn't offend King Hong Sheng like this..."
The old village chief wrenched the water from his clothes and said helplessly: "It's just a method passed down by the old people in the village. It's the same everywhere. I heard that there are places where whenever there's a severe drought and rain can't come, the Dragon King is killed." Like being burned in a fire."
But Jiang Wen's expression was a little strange. He stared at the empty pedestal behind King Hong Sheng and said suddenly.
"It's not that simple. At least your use of town objects to control floods is completely different from other places. I'm afraid this method has been passed down for thousands of years."
If this ancient Nanhai temple was built to suppress the dragon ghosts, then why this temple was built and who built it is a very important question. Jiang Wen looked at this magnificent ancient temple and recalled the most widely circulated legend about "King Hong Sheng".
Legend has it that "Hong Sheng", whose real name was Hong Xi, was the governor of Guangli in the Tang Dynasty. He was honest and honest, and advocated studying astronomy, geography, and mathematics. He built an observatory to observe the weather, and fishermen and merchants relied on it for traveling. Later, he died young due to hard work, and the scholars cherished him. They went to the emperor to describe his achievements, so he was posthumously named "King Guangli Hongsheng", and a Hongsheng temple was built near the South China Sea to worship him.
From this point of view, this ancient temple in Nanhai should have been born in the Tang Dynasty. However, the history of this governor named "Hong Xi" is unknown, and his origin is unclear. He became a god just because of his intelligence and integrity, which is even more difficult to explain. Why was it granted so many titles from the Tang Dynasty to the Ming and Qing Dynasties? It was so graceful and honorable.
Luo Yuantong told Jiang Wen that Hong Sheng actually originated from Zhu Rong. People on the South China Sea initially believed that Zhu Rong was in charge of maritime affairs. This god was responsible for water and fire, Si Xia, Si Nanyue, and Si Nanhai. Fishermen in the South China Sea regarded him as a god. This belief gradually spread in Inland, the emperor also paid tribute.
The earliest recorded foundation of the Nanhai ancient temple was in the 14th year of Emperor Wen's founding in the Sui Dynasty (594). The most extensive temple construction, Luo Yuantong speculated that the Tang people took this opportunity to build temples to suppress the ghosts.
On the night when the Black Emperor wreaked havoc in Zhangqiugang Village, Jiang Wen had found a broken stele in the village. In fact, Luo Yuantong had also found it first. The one in the Luo family's hands not only had the ancient place name of Fuxu written on it, but also The title of the person who erected the monument remains - Jin Ziguanglu, doctor, and Hanyang prefect Feng.
There are countless people with the surname Feng since ancient times, but in the land of Lingnan, the important ministers with the surname Feng will remind people of Feng An, the general in the southeast of the Changzhen in the Sui and Tang dynasties. This makes Jiang Wen and Luo Yuantong's thoughts uncomfortable. Conspiring together.
You know, if Shang Kexi is only planning to conquer Tiannan forever, then Feng An, who is a descendant of Northern Yan, is his predecessor a thousand years ago. Feng Ang, the Duke of Yue, was active in the Sui and Tang dynasties. If he had advocated the establishment of the Nanhai Ancient Temple, he would have most likely received Yang Jian's edict, and he would have been able to rely on the Feng family's power deeply rooted in Lingnan to make this god famous in the Tang Dynasty. A generation has been awarded many titles, and the incense is endless.
"I want to dig it up and have a look. There should be something buried under this mural."
Luo Shuang'er suddenly said something incoherently, then squatted down and started digging into the soft soil underground with her bare hands.
I don’t know why, probably since the Feng Shui situation was broken, the soil under King Hong Sheng’s feet has been exuding dense water vapor, causing the plastic murals to begin to peel off, become moldy and mossy, and make the soil extremely moist and soft. It doesn't look like a piece of land on top of a hill at all.
The old village chief didn't know whether to stop them or not, so he simply stood aside and allowed the two of them to mess around.
Jiang Wen leaned next to Luo Shuang'er, looked at her extremely serious face, and whispered: "Miss Luo, did you discover something? Will it help you suppress the Jiaogui?"
Luo Shuang'er stopped and was silent for a moment, then tilted her head and said, "I don't know, but I feel something is down there."
Jiang Wen frowned and said, "Are you so sure there is something buried underneath?"
Luo Shuang'er nodded with certainty: "My father told me that the people of the Tang Dynasty must have used something as a counterweight to stabilize the eyes of the sea, and then suppressed the dragon ghosts. The ancient Nanhai Temple still stands tall and strong because of this. s things."
Jiang Wen looked at Luo Shuang'er more curiously, only to find that the girl's face was extremely cold and a little pale due to being soaked in cold water. She looked like a puppet without the emotions and desires of ordinary people.
"Speaking of which, are the town objects really useful? Isn't that Molong Monument ineffective?"
Jiang Wen still asked out his doubts.
Town things. It can be as large as a city pagoda or as small as a stone nail. As the name suggests, it is a thing to suppress evil. In order to obtain inner peace, the ancients often used scriptures, spiritual animals, tooth horns, peach trees, etc. as town objects in their lives, which reflected the psychological suggestion of seeking good fortune and avoiding harm.
Therefore, even though Jiang Wen had used stones engraved with the true shape of Wuyi to suppress Jie Ju under the Wuyi Mountains, he still did not understand the principles, and it was even more difficult to imagine that this could be a universally applicable thing. , can be used to deal with the barbarians under the water.
Luo Shuang'er glanced at Jiang Wen lightly, but her digging movements did not slow down at all. She broke through the soil layer in a few clicks and pulled out a lot of mud-like things from underneath.
"Only gold overcomes wood, dragons hide, and earthy water turtles and snakes descend. This is because the five elements are mutually reinforcing each other. Iron rhinoceros and copper oxen have been used to control water since ancient times. Not to mention that talisman swords are often used to deal with hanging ghosts and zombies in the house. Don't you believe this, Master Jiang?" ?”
Jiang Wen scratched his head and said helplessly: "It's not a question of belief or not, but this thing is afraid of deviations in probability and cannot be foolproof. For example, Miss Luo, you have come here with a heavy responsibility on your shoulders, so you can't make a mistake... …”
As he was talking ramblingly, he found that Luo Shuang'er's digging movement suddenly stopped. She was stretching her arms hard to pull something heavy out of the foundation pit, but she was unable to use her strength because of her petite stature.
"Miss Luo, let me do it."
Jiang Wen took the initiative and then stretched out his arms to stir in the scalp-numbing mud. It was not difficult but extremely muddy. His tentacles only felt a chill that penetrated his heart. His scalp also began to feel numb, as if it was touched by his fingers. What I found was not ordinary soil, but the fishy and sticky saliva of some kind of terrifying creature.
Soon, Jiang Wen's fingers came across something dense to the touch. His fingernails scratched it, and it felt like the gentleness of jade. But when he touched it again, he felt that the surface was bumpy and bumpy, not the softness and gentleness of jade.
The shape of this thing was a little weird. After repeated confirmations, Jiang Wen finally found the correct position. With a strong effort, he finally pulled out a huge silicified bone from the bottom of the mud pit.
"What... exactly is this bone?"
Jiang Wen was extremely surprised. One bone was as long as one of Jiang Wen's legs. He had never seen anyone with such thick bones, but judging from the shape and characteristics, it was clearly derived from human bones!
He kept digging out bones from the mud pit, and they were scattered on the ground. The old village chief was so frightened that he thought they were the dead people from which dynasty and generation were dug out. But as they slowly pieced the pieces together, they found that they were bones. A humanoid skeleton with only the lower body, no clothes or hair, but even if only half of the body is left at this time, it is still two meters tall. The weird joints are even thicker, and it already exudes a jade-like texture inside and out. The luster is like a treasure polished by thousands of years.
Luo Shuang'er didn't bother to wash her hands, but stared at the huge and astonishing corpse, and slowly said: "Dad guessed that Feng An suppressed the body of the white ape under the ancient temple of Nanhai. Unexpectedly, the legend turned out to be true... …”
Luo Shuang'er told Jiang Wen that Luo Yuantong had been investigating the builder of the ancient temple in Nanhai over the years and had obtained many clues, and these clues all pointed to Feng Ang, the Duke of Yue during the Sui and Tang Dynasties.
Today, Shang Kexi thinks very highly of himself, but his foundation in Lingnan is still shallow. Even after ten years of hard work, he has not yet been able to fully grasp the secrets contained in this Guangzhou mansion. Although Feng An's ancestors were Hu people who came south, Feng An's grandfather, Feng Bao, the governor of Gaoliang, married Mrs. Xian Ying and Tai Tai early.
As the princess of Gaoliang, Mrs. Xian Tai was also the leader of the Li people (a branch of the Zhuang ancestors). Her family had been the leader of the South Vietnamese Li people from the Qin and Han Dynasties to the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and led the South Vietnamese Li tribe. During the Liang Dynasty, Mrs. Xian Tai Madam, she became hereditary chief at a young age.
Luo Yuantong has been guessing that this place was built by Feng Ang, and the reason for building the temple must be the in-depth knowledge of Jiao ghosts among the Lingnan slang people. Only by relying on a certain opportunity to meet, can they disturb the three rivers and cause trouble in the sea. The dragon ghosts have been suppressed for thousands of years!
"Miss Luo, you have said so much, is it possible that you still don't know what the other party knows?"
Jiang immediately heard that this was an air-to-air guess, the kind of game where you know that the opponent may have a trump card, but you don't know what the trump card is. If Luo Yuantong hadn't been a rhino wielder, Jiang Wen would have trusted his professionalism, otherwise he would have scorned such boring behavior.
"Well, Dad doesn't know what happened. He only knows that the Feng Shui situation of this ancient Nanhai temple is excellent. If we want to suppress the dragon ghosts, we must use the power of the golden scissors gathered by the three rivers to completely cut off the evil dragons under the water. "
Luo Shuang'er still answered very indifferently, which made Jiang Wen always feel that there was a lack of nervousness or embarrassment in her head, so she took everything so naturally. Or maybe this is Luo Yuantong's way of cultivating the next generation of rhinoceros players, thinking that the first task is to eradicate the other party's overly complicated emotions?
While Jiang Wen was thinking this, he glanced at the stupid little Shitou, and then fell into deep thought - maybe this kid can really take over?
"Headmaster Jiang, my father once found clues in ancient books, so he guessed that the corpse of a white ape might be suppressed under the temple. This thing first appeared in the world in the hands of Ouyang He, the governor of Guangzhou in the Chen Dynasty."
Luo Shuang'er added after a while, "In the early years of the Chen Dynasty, the governor of Guangzhou, Ouyang He, once presented Ma Yuan's weapons to General Fubo of the Han Dynasty to show his loyalty. For some reason, his ambitions suddenly grew and he came up with the idea of making a living on his own. He also coerced Mrs. Xian to join in the rebellion. "
"At that time, Mrs. Xian was in charge of Baiyue, and she immediately joined forces with Zhang Zhaoda, the general of the Chen Dynasty, and stormed into the city overnight to quell the turmoil. Later, the Chen Dynasty consecrated Mrs. Xian to Zhonglang General and Mrs. Shilong, revering them to the rank of governor. It was probably at that time that this half white ape corpse came to the hands of the Feng Xian family."
There was a sudden expansion of ambition, and a sudden calm. Jiang Wen had noticed that these puzzling careerists seemed to be indispensable in the stories surrounding the development of Guangzhou. Could it be that Ouyang He once controlled the Luo Mansion? The secret passage underneath? And Mrs. Xian Tai relied on another secret passage to counterattack the opponent?
Moreover, in Jiang Wen's eyes, it is obviously not something ordinary things can do, such as the rapid silicification of bones after death. The organic matter in this body has been decomposed and replaced, and the hard parts such as shells, bones, tree branches, etc. It was calcified in the mud together with the surrounding sediments, and for some reason it seemed inevitable that it had something to do with the Yixi things.
"Miss Luo, the 'ancient book' that Senior Luo refers to cannot be the "Biography of Mr. Jiang Baiyuan", right?"
Sensing the two key words Ouyang He and Bai Yuan, Jiang Wen immediately thought of the legends of "Gan Giant" and "Shandu" that he had discussed with the White Lotus Sect at night. The White Lotus Sect must have also investigated the news about these mysterious things. , then you will know everything and want to talk to yourself in detail.
And who is Ouyang He? He was the father of the great calligrapher Ouyang Xun. What Luo Yuantong was referring to was clearly the legend that he transformed into a white ape and stole beautiful women, causing Ouyang Xun to look like an ape!
But this time, Luo Yuantong used the unique heroism of the Jianghu people in the right position. He was not fooled by the twists and turns of grudges and grudges that the literati among them were used to. He only targeted Ouyang He, who was Lin Qin's general at the time, and once led his army to attack the city. When they arrived in Changle (in the present-day Guilin area), after pacifying the Dongli people, they began to clear out the remnants of the enemy who had hidden themselves in the high mountains.
There are various signs that Ouyang He seems to have encountered something bizarre and strange in the depths of the mountains - so did General Fubo Ma Yuan, who also conquered this place, also have any strange and terrifying encounters?
Regarding this matter, Zhou Qufei of the Southern Song Dynasty also mentioned something in "Lingwai Daida", which can be regarded as a supplement to "The Legend of the White Monkey" and the matter at hand - "Under the Diecai Rock in Jingjiang Prefecture, there used to be monkeys. With a lifespan of thousands of years, his divine power changes and cannot be controlled. He steals many beautiful women, including the wife of Ouyang Duhu. Ouyang devised a plan to kill them and took his wife back. The rest of his wife became a nun. The monkey bones were buried in the cave. , can still be regarded as a monster, and people living in the north of the city will fly stones when everyone comes, but people named Ouyang will be silent when they come."
This white ape can even turn its bones into monsters, which is shocking. Jiang Wen stared at the huge, calm skeleton. He didn't know how to examine the things in front of him for a moment, but there was always a trace of doubt in his heart that could not be resolved.
"Miss Luo, let's not talk about the white ape for now. Let's just talk about this corpse. Does it really have magical power and can actually suppress the dragon ghosts under the water?"
Jiang Wen was thinking that if there was really a way to control Yixi with Yixi, maybe he could get some inspiration from it. But Luo Shuang'er didn't answer Jiang Wen this time. She just walked out of the hall with a few withered bones that she could manage.
At that moment, Jiang Wen wiped his eyes and noticed that Luo Shuang'er's back changed again. It seemed that the bloatedness belonging to a mortal suddenly disappeared completely, but there was no mistiness belonging to a god. There was an ancient rhythm in his steps, which was very different. He looked like he was practicing martial arts and dancing, walking slowly in the rain.
