"You have to be prepared, these two may not be human." Xia Qingqing said again.
"Huh? Not a human being? What do you mean?"
"Look for yourself. Anyway, I checked many times, but I couldn't find the birthplace, household registration information, or other basic family information of these two people at all."
As we all know, as long as a person is born into the world, he must leave information. For example, who are your parents and what is your name? Where were you born? Are there any relatives at home, etc.?
But Xia Qingqing said that Lao Hu and Zhang Sangui had no information left at all, no ID cards, no household registration, no household registration information, and even no parents.
"Did they pop out of the cracks in the rocks?" I asked.
Xia Qingqing shrugged helplessly.
"Then what did you find out? As long as they walk in this world, they must leave traces."
"There are traces. The first trace we found was that of Old Hu. He didn't jump out of the cracks in the rocks, but out of the water of the Yellow River."
ah? I was even more surprised, and then I lowered my head to look at the information she sent on my phone.
This didn't matter, I was sweating all over.
Lao Hu, of course, he was not called Lao Hu before.
This can be traced back to a strange incident that happened on the Yellow River beach in 1937 during the Republic of China.
At that time, the relevant departments wanted to build a cross-river bridge on the Yellow River. This was a good thing that would benefit the country and the people. At that time, a lot of money, material resources and manpower were invested, and the best engineering architects were invited.
Once everything is ready, the project begins.
To build a bridge across a river, you must first build the bridge piers, which is a very important project.
To build the bridge piers, we first had to drill pile holes. According to the drawing, the first few pile holes were drilled smoothly, but when we got to the middle one, something went wrong.
Even the pile hole couldn't be driven through, as if it had hit something very hard.
The person in charge of the project at the time was frantic with anxiety. The project was on schedule and there could be no delay.
Moreover, the position of this stake hole cannot be changed at will. Even if it is moved a little, other stake holes will have to be scrapped and remade.
At that time, there was an old river worker living on the beach of the Yellow River. He told the people in the engineering team that the bridge across the river could not be built. If it was to be built, it would have to be built elsewhere. This place could not be built because the river god lived down here.
The people in the engineering team naturally didn't believe it and thought he was talking nonsense.
What age has it been? Still a river god?
The old river worker shook his head and walked away with a sigh.
For the next month, the project leader tried every means, but the pile hole just couldn't be drilled.
And at the back, the bridge repair machinery began to have problems. At the position where the piles were driven, water gurgled out like a fountain in the middle of the night, and there was also an old voice inside.
It seemed like an old man was mumbling something, but he couldn't hear clearly.
This frightened the workers.
What’s even more sinister is that when the person in charge gave the death order to continue beating, he didn’t believe it. No matter how hard something is underneath, it has to be drilled in.
But as a result, when he hit it further, blood began to flow out of the water, and bloody foam bubbled out, turning the surrounding water into blood red, which was very scary.
Now the leader of the engineering team was scared. Although he didn't believe in evil, what he was seeing was indeed evil.
Someone suggested calling the old riverman and asking him what he should know.
So the person in charge brought the gift, found the old river worker, and asked him for advice respectfully.
The old river worker sighed, blew out a smoke ring, and said: "I have told you before that building a bridge here is not possible. Do you know what this was before? This is the River Temple."
The person in charge was surprised to hear this.
In such deep water, there was a temple before? The temple can’t be built in water, right?
The old river worker pulled out an old photo and showed it to him. The person in charge almost fainted from shock when he saw it.
In the water where they drilled the pile holes, there stood a small temple more than ten meters high.
The lower part of the temple is in the water, and the part above the water is more than ten meters high. It can be seen that it is deeper below.
The old river worker said: "Do you think this temple was built artificially? No, this is a river temple, built by the river god king, and it grew out of the water overnight."
It's really weird to think of a temple popping up directly from the bottom of the water.
But the river temple has existed for many years, and the nearby villagers know it.
"But why is that temple gone now?" the person in charge asked.
"It's not because of you that the River Temple disappeared from the moment you thought about building a bridge across the river in that area."
"ah?"
"This is not a good sign. Although the entire Yellow River belongs to the River God King, that stretch of water is where he lives and his palace. If you want to build a bridge across the river there, isn't that asking for death?"
The person in charge still felt a little untrustworthy, this was too evil, but he still had the courage to ask the old river worker what to do? More than half of this project has been completed, so we can’t stop it, right? Whose responsibility is the wasted manpower and material resources?
The old river worker said: "Not only do you have to stop, but you also have to tear down all the pile holes, bridge piers, bridge decks, etc., and restore them to their original state. You also have all the employees to burn incense and kneel down to pray for the forgiveness of the river god. Because you Disturbing his peace."
"If he is willing to forgive you, it will be fine. If he is not willing, then you will still be in trouble."
"Old man, is there no other way? Our project really cannot be scrapped. Why don't we spend money to hire an expert to come over and do the work, communicate with the river god you mentioned, and ask him to move?"
Unexpectedly, when the old river worker heard this, he became furious and slapped the table.
"You are so stubborn. You still want the River God to move from his place? You are so wishful thinking. Why are you looking for a master? No matter how high the master is, can he be higher than the River God?"
"Okay, I've said that, what should I do? You decide for yourself."
Lao Hegong issued an eviction order, and the person in charge had to carry the gift and came out in despair.
Later, the person in charge really didn't listen to the old river worker. You can't blame him. He wanted to scrap the half-finished project. This was not a small matter. If he dared to do this, the people above would beat him up in minutes. job.
Therefore, he still found an expert and figured out how to do it, and it should be fine.
What he found was an eminent monk from Putuo Temple, an eminent monk with great practice.
The eminent monk arrived at the water area, checked it out, and sighed.
"Building a bridge here is indeed beneficial to the country and the people. Besides, the project is half-way through. It would be a pity to abandon it. But if this thing is to be carried out smoothly, I'm afraid I have to pay the price of my life."
"Amitabha, that's it. I've already figured out that my time has come, so just let me do one last thing."
After that, according to the instructions of the eminent monk, an altar was set up by the river beach. In the evening, the eminent monk performed the ritual here alone all night long.
The scene was very shocking at that time. The eminent monk was sitting there cross-legged and chanting Buddhist teachings. After a while, huge waves of more than ten meters high were set off on the entire river, like a tsunami.
The river beach also became full of sand and rocks, and the strong wind kept blowing, as if the end of the world was coming.
Then, I heard bursts of fighting, which was very fierce, but it was shrouded in yellow sand, and no one could see clearly what was going on inside?
It wasn't until dawn that everything slowly calmed down.
