Where's the dragon?
What dragon?
What is this guy Wang Dahu shouting?
Shu Guan turned around and saw that Wang Dahu had put down the wooden box and was standing at the door of the hall with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
Shu Guan frowned, then strode over.
He was afraid that Wang Dahu's yelling would annoy the white people, so that he would have to take action in advance.
Although Han Biao has agreed to help them now, Shu Guan feels that the time has not come yet, and he has to wait for the white people to be more relaxed.
It's best to really find something that interests them in this immortal view, and then when those people's attention is completely attracted, that's the best time to take action.
"Dahu, what are you doing?"
Walking to Wang Dahu's side, Shu Guan asked in a low voice.
Wang Dahu also realized that he had been too loud just now, but he still had the unbelievable expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost. He pointed forward and said to Shu Guan in a trembling voice:
"Mazi, the dragon on the pillar is gone."
Shu Guan looked up. The next moment, with the strange and confused emotion in his heart, he finally understood the meaning of Wang Dahu's sentence "Where's the dragon" just now.
Yes, where is the dragon on the pillar?
There is a red pillar in the main hall. A unicorn dragon was originally carved on the pillar.
Shu Guan remembered this very clearly.
He had visited this Taoist temple and this hall countless times.
But now the dragon on the pillar is gone.
If the dragon seems to be glued on, it's possible that someone secretly removed it and took it away.
The problem is that the unicorn dragon is carved directly on the pillar, how could it be stolen!
Looking at the bare red pillar, it seems as if a dragon has never been carved on it.
For a moment, Shu Guan's mind was a little confused.
Then he inexplicably remembered the strange dream in front of the old cripple's grave. In the dream, the old cripple waved his hand, and a unicorn dragon flew out of the cliff, and then the old cripple had its head chopped off with a knife, and scattered all over the place. He is full of dragon blood.
What does that dream mean...
Shu Guan's heartbeat accelerated a little.
"Dragon, what dragon?"
At this time, Professor Holt, who was standing in front of the immortal statue, turned around after hearing the sound.
Wang Dahu's exclamation just now was indeed a bit loud.
"Is it a black dragon with one horn and half of its horn, the kind of dragon in your Dahua legend?"
Professor Holt asked with some urgency.
How did he know that there was a carving of a dragon here, and that he even knew what the dragon looked like so clearly?
It can be heard from the conversations of the white people that these people have definitely come to this place for the first time.
Ever since Han Biao walked into the door just now, Shu Guan's heart has been shocked again and again, and weird and inexplicable things have happened one after another.
But at this time, Shu Guan suppressed all doubts and said with a confused look:
"What dragon? My companion has some mental problems and often shouts randomly."
Shu glanced at Wang Dahu and said.
Wang Dahu was very clever this time. Relying on the tacit understanding he had developed with Shu Guan Landlord over the years, he immediately showed an idiotic smile and giggled.
Professor Holt stared at Wang Dahu doubtfully, but did not ask any more questions, then turned back and walked back to the statue of the immortal.
After he entered the hall just now, he had been standing in front of the statue in trance.
"Does it really look a bit like the painting? It seems that the previous villagers here have really seen that extraordinary person!"
At this time, Professor Holt muttered to himself.
Xu Chuxiang's eyes flashed slightly, not far from him.
Paint it?
There were absolutely no portraits of immortals in the photos Professor Holt showed her, and he knew very well about the dragon just now.
At this time, Han Biao also walked into the hall from the outside, walked to Xu Chuxiang's side, and said quickly in Xu Chuxiang's ear in a very low voice:
"Miss, if something happens later, you run outside immediately."
Xu Chuxiang was startled for a moment, and then she suddenly understood something. She didn't speak, but nodded slightly.
"Teacher, there doesn't seem to be anything strange here!"
James also walked in from the outside. He had just walked around the entire Taoist temple, and now he returned here to report his investigation results to Professor Holt.
"If the secret here was discovered so easily, it would have been discovered by the people living in the valley long ago."
Professor Holt laughed, then he took out a cigar box from the inner pocket of his suit, took out a cigar from it and lit it for himself.
"Then teacher, what should we do next? People living in this valley have not seen that extraordinary person for more than two hundred years. Maybe that extraordinary person has died long ago, or has left here. We have gone through so many hardships When you come here, you may gain nothing except those fossils.”
James said with some disappointment.
"James, remember, not every expedition can be fruitful, and most expeditions may not even be fruitful in the end. In the world of exploration, you have worked hard and spent a lot of time and energy preparing for an expedition. It’s very common to end up coming back empty-handed.”
"So are we going back now?"
"Oh, James, I didn't say that included this time."
Professor Holt smiled, and then he turned to Xu Chuxiang.
"Miss Xu, first of all, I want to thank you. Because of your help, I have the opportunity to come to this Taoist temple."
"In addition, I want to apologize to you. I deceived you about some things about this expedition, or did not tell you the whole truth. It is unethical for a gentleman to do so."
"What are you hiding?"
Xu Chuxiang ignored Professor Holt's false apology, and a vigilant look flashed in his eyes.
"Oh, for example, the original manuscript of Shi Zibin is not lost. It is still well preserved by me. How could I accidentally lose such an important thing."
"In addition, I did not let you see the entire content of his long scroll painting. Of course, I only hid a very small part, but it is also the most important part."
"In that long scroll painting, the last thing is actually not the Taoist temple, but the portrait of the owner of the Taoist temple, the Extraordinary One, who is what you Chinese call the Immortal."
"That is an immortal riding a dragon. His appearance is very similar to the statue in this hall. It seems that the earliest residents here have also seen the true appearance of that extraordinary person."
The hall was quiet, with only Professor Holt's voice echoing. It seemed that everyone's attention was attracted by Professor Holt's words.
Of course, it just seems.
"Any more?"
Xu Chuxiang asked coldly:
"Now that you are standing here and telling me these things with such confidence, I guess you must know more secrets about this place."
"Miss Xu, you are so smart. No wonder your teacher said you are the most outstanding oriental woman he has ever seen."
"Yes, there is one more thing I haven't told you."
"Similar to Shi Zibin's long scroll paintings, there is also the most important part of his manuscripts that I have not told you. In addition to the long scroll paintings and manuscripts, Shi Zibin actually left one thing behind. Because of the two hundred The war many years ago was brought to our Injili Empire and stored in the Imperial Museum together with scroll paintings and manuscripts."
While speaking, Professor Holt took out another box from the inner pocket of his suit on the other side.
It was a wooden box about the same size as a cigar box. However, compared with the simple and smooth shape of the cigar box, this wooden box had an antique and majestic style. The box body was carved with dragons, phoenixes, and painted with gold and pink. Extraordinarily exquisite.
"What is contained in this box is what Shi Zibin uses to communicate with the immortals. The content of the manuscript that I did not tell Miss Xu is about the specific use of this thing."
"At that time, I didn't know what kind of person you were, Miss Xu. I was worried that after telling you, I would lose ownership of this thing. I am always cautious in doing things."
While speaking, Professor Holt slowly opened the wooden box and gently pulled out a yellow note from the wooden box.
"That thing is called Dao Talisman in your Chinese language. Its specific name, according to the records in Shi Zibin's manuscript, should be called Tongxian Talisman."
