Just when I was wondering, the sound of "Hi..." came out again, but this time because I was lying beside the well, I could clearly hear the sound reverberating through the well wall and then reaching my ears. With a feeling of echo. Although it sounded like a sigh, it was indeed not a human voice, because the voice came from under the water. I believe no one could do this.
The Taoist said that this well has a history of hundreds of years. We in the Taoist temple call it "Sighing Dragon Well", but among the people, it is more commonly known as "Langhua Well". According to legend, Lu Zu once surrendered a river demon at the intersection of the Han River and the Yangtze River. After defeating the opponent, he discovered that its true form turned out to be a river dragon. However, Lu Zu did not kill the dragon. Instead, he suppressed the dragon in the stream of the mountains, hoping to use the aura of the mountains and rivers to transform the dragon's rage so that it could no longer overturn rivers and seas, destroy ships and kill people, but instead become The dragon energy here prospers this land and water. So the sighing sound you hear is actually the sigh of the Chilong who is restrained here to protect the land and water.
The Taoist laughed at this. Obviously he didn't believe much in this legend, but people who practice Taoism are inevitably romantic in their hearts. He went on to say that the common people call it "Langhua Well" because the sound that sounds like a sigh to us is actually the sound of waves, because it is said that the water veins under this well lead directly to the Yangtze River. Perhaps the sound of the rocks hitting the river at this moment was transmitted here through the underground.
So I listened carefully, and when the "sigh" came out again, it really sounded like waves.
People living in our era actually know that the so-called wells are just digging down to the place where there is water, and then digging a distance downward, below the level of the underground water source, so that the groundwater will seep into the well. It comes in, but it never overflows, and it always maintains a height similar to the water level of the groundwater. So this well starts from the water surface and is only about one meter or two meters deep at most. Not to mention whether there are dragons in the world, even if there are, dragons that can overturn rivers and seas are definitely not something that can be shut in by these wells with a depth of several meters. of. Therefore, in comparison, the people said that this was the Langhua Well, although it was also strange, but it seemed much more rational.
Songzi kept clasping his fingers on the side as if he was calculating something. While making gestures, he secretly looked in the direction of "Tiji Well", as if he was calculating the distance between this well and "Tiji Well". I can probably guess what he wants to do, but this Taoist temple is not empty. No matter where we dig a hole from, we can't do it quietly, so I don't quite understand what he is still planning. What.
Soon the Taoist fetched a bucket of well water and asked Songzi and I to drink it with both hands. Out of politeness, after all, I was the one who asked for water in the first place, so I picked up a little and started drinking. However, when the water entered my mouth, there was a strange smell, which seemed to be the smell of water, but it was a little different.
So I couldn't help but frown. My expression seemed to be seen by the Taoist. He smiled and said, "You two Mercies probably think this water has a smell, right?" In fact, we also felt that not long ago, we didn't know why the water suddenly changed to this taste. It turned out that when we drank the water, the well water was sweet and delicious. It may be that some soil quality changes in the upper reaches, and the acid-base imbalance has affected the water quality here.
But Songzi suddenly asked, "May I ask this master, when is the exact time when this water changed to this taste?" The Taoist rolled his eyes and seemed to be trying to remember. Songzi said first, has it been about a month? The Taoist said, yes, it was about this time. How did Mercy know?
There was a kind of doubt in his eyes. Perhaps at this moment, he began to doubt whether we were the same as those who smashed the palace. Songzi said, it’s nothing, just a guess, don’t care, haha, don’t care.
It was getting late, and Song Zi rambled on and said some other meaningless words to the Taoist priest, but most of the sentences were to encourage the other party to persevere, saying that sooner or later some unfair things would be corrected, and we You should live well and wait for that day to come. Don't give up early. I believe these words are what Songzi and I are saying, and I also believe that Songzi said this actually to impress the other party, because he should have guessed that it was impossible for us to go down to the bottom of the well without being discovered, so in advance If we build a good relationship with the other party, maybe it will be convenient for us when the time comes.
Then we said goodbye to the Taoist priest, left Changchun Temple, and started on our way home.
Halfway through, the sky became a little dark, but these days we all know that Qin Bukong will be preparing food and drinks at home, so we don't worry about being hungry later. On the way, I asked Songzi softly, why did you talk so much to that Taoist later? Songzi told me that because I asked the Taoist before about the time when the water started to change, that time was probably the time when the three of us started to break through the Qisha Pass. This proves that when we started to break through the levels, although we came one by one, other levels had already been triggered. Otherwise, there would be no reason for this "evil" to appear in advance when we were defeating the "evil" and "charm". Abnormal.
I nodded. Indeed, when Songzi asked this just now, I also thought of this. But because Songzi was around, I felt that since I could think of it, Songzi would naturally think of it, so I didn't feel embarrassed to speak. Songzi went on to say, and then I was chatting with that person, and you must have discovered that if we want to find the secret buried here, it is absolutely impossible on the ground, so the thing can only be at the bottom of the well. Except at the bottom of the well, no matter There will be somewhere else.
Songzi said that the senior master who set up the formation a thousand years ago chose places with spiritual energy. The only place that has remained for thousands of years and has spiritual energy is the Tiji Well, so at this point, I basically Very certain. I agree with this. After all, there is no other choice. Even if it is wrong, we cannot let go of this clue. Songzi went on to say, so I talked a lot with the Taoist because I felt that sooner or later I had to let them know part of this matter, otherwise how could we find things on their territory.
I asked him why didn't you just say it? Songzi said, there are only two of us involved in this matter now. Although Senior Qin is the initiator, he is not here today. Since we are a team, we naturally cannot make decisions on some things. I have not talked to that Taoist for a long time. I brought it up because I wanted to discuss it with Senior Qin first and then find a suitable way to say it.
Song Zi’s consideration is very detailed, I would never have thought of this. So I said to Song Zi, although the Taoist priest just now may not be the master of Changchun Temple, after all, there are only a few Taoist priests staying here. But among the people who stayed behind, he should be the one in charge.
Song Zi said yes, so let’s talk to Senior Qin about this later and see what he has to say.
I'm actually very worried that after Qin Bukong finds out about this, according to his temper, he will definitely break into the palace regardless of others. Anyway, in his eyes, those Taoists were no match for people from the warlock school like him, not to mention that Qin Bukong always believed that it was much easier to deal with the living than the dead.
But when we told Qin Bukong about this, he unexpectedly agreed to Songzi's suggestion. He told us that we would have to dig holes sooner or later. After all, in other people's temples, emotions and reasons prevail. Everyone should be informed. Since we have to tell them, there is no need to tell lies, just tell them the truth. It’s just that although we are breaking through a barrier, we should not mention it if we can not mention what barrier we broke through and what is hidden behind it. These serious people in the Taoist sect have probably never seen such a scene.
The implication is that he should be polite before fighting. In the final analysis, Qin Bukong still planned to force his way into Changchun Temple. At the same time, he also made fun of Song Zi and I, meaning that we are not serious Taoist priests.
So everyone made some plans and planned to visit again the next day. Qin Bukong said that he would also go with him, and that there could be more people to help with shovels and shovels. I said, are you crazy? You must at least wait for others' consent before digging. Do you think this is your own yard? Although Qin Bukong was reluctant, he finally gave up the visit on the first day and took the tools with him.
But when the three of us arrived at the gate of Changchun Temple the next day, we found something was wrong. The door that was closed yesterday was actually wide open today. Could it be said that it is opening to welcome pilgrims? So the three of us walked into the palace gate with doubts.
We walked towards the main hall, because there should be the most Taoist people there, but when we got closer, we heard a loud noise coming from the main hall.
Such noise is not allowed in the palace grounds, as it will disturb the gods, so we immediately felt something was wrong, so we went over to take a look, and saw seven or eight Taoist priests kneeling in front of the statue of Sanqing. It was not the posture we used to worship gods, but everyone had their hands on the ground and their heads lowered, as if they were repenting. Behind them stood a dozen people wearing yellow-green military uniforms with rolled-up sleeves and red armbands, raising their fists and saying something.
I am so familiar with these people. Maybe I can’t remember their faces, but with the gesture of raising their arms and shouting that I learned from old revolutionary movies, I can judge very accurately and quickly that they are the guardians of the leader. , is our nemesis.
