Bin Og Temple.
This is a rather special ancestral hall.
It was built in the jungle about two kilometers away from the village.
This large jungle itself is also a scenic spot in Qiyu Village. The villagers have spent many years and energy building jungle trails and detailed road signs extending in all directions, so that outsiders can feel like a jungle adventure without getting lost. Danger.
Follow the jungle trail all the way east.
The two-kilometer journey is not long and can be reached in about twenty minutes.
On the road, Liu Chengfeng seemed to be worried that the headless black shadow would appear again. Liu Chengfeng always looked left and right, somewhat frightened.
Fortunately, they were lucky.
The journey went smoothly. When we arrived at the Bin Og Temple, the sun became brighter and brighter, which slightly dispelled some of the gloom in everyone's hearts.
The ancestral hall is very delicately built, and you can feel its heaviness and solemnity from a long distance away.
Not far away is a ditch.
It was not the rainy season at this time, so the water in the ditch was shallow, the rocks were rugged, and there were many wooden piles washed away by the rainy season scattered and embedded in the mud.
The three of them entered the ancestral hall, and in the outer courtyard there was only an old man with a stooped back sweeping the floor.
There is a small house next to it.
It looks like it should be the place where the old man usually eats and lives.
The ancestral hall was very quiet. Except for the old man, the three of them saw no one else.
"Old man!"
Liu Chengfeng shouted loudly.
But the old man ignored him at all.
The three of them felt a little weird. After they got closer, they realized that the old man had poor hearing and could barely hear outside sounds with only one ear. He had to be very close to hear what they said.
"No wonder he was thrown into such a place..."
Liu Chengfeng sighed with emotion.
They told the old man that they were coming to visit the ancestral hall. The old man was very happy and said that he could look at the ancestral hall as long as he didn't touch anything inside.
At this time, Bai Xiaoxiao asked the old man again if anyone came to the ancestral hall yesterday. The old man recalled it and said that two people came at night, around eight or nine o'clock, but they left not long after they stayed.
After chatting for a while, Bai Xiaoxiao suddenly changed the topic and asked:
"Old man, do you know Guangchuan?"
The old man frowned and put his ear that could barely hear the sound close to Bai Xiaoxiao:
"What ship?"
Bai Xiaoxiao said loudly into his ear:
"Guangchuan!"
"Broad and vast, mountains and rivers!"
When the old man heard this, his expression changed drastically, he shook his head hurriedly and said:
"No...I don't know you!"
"I don't know...I haven't heard of...I don't know him!"
He spoke incoherently and kept repeating, as if he was trying his best to make everyone believe that he really didn't know Guangchuan.
At this time, Ning Qiushui suddenly felt around in his clothes, took out Guangchuan's tablet, and handed it to the old man.
"Old man, take a closer look, do you really not recognize me..."
As soon as the old man holding the broom saw this tablet, unspeakable fear suddenly overflowed from his cloudy eyes. He yelled, as if he had been stimulated by something, and threw away the broom in his hand, turned around, and turned around. He ran away into the distance!
While running, he shouted over and over again:
"It wasn't me...it wasn't me...I don't know anything...don't come to me!"
The old man ran in panic all the way, and when he came to the ditch, he tripped over some weeds and fell into the ditch, immediately making no sound.
The three people's hearts sank, and they had an extremely bad premonition.
They immediately came to the ditch to check.
But it didn't matter if they didn't look at it. Once they came over, the scene in the ditch made them freeze on the spot——
I saw the old man fell on his back on a wooden stake, and his chest and back of his head were pierced by the huge wooden thorns on the wooden stake. Dark red blood gurgled out and continued to flow downstream along the shallow stream...
The old man's empty eyes were filled with fear, and he stared straight at the three people on the bank of the ditch...
Liu Chengfeng was so frightened by these dead eyes that he took half a step back and said:
"Holy shit...dead, dead?"
The expressions of both of them were a little ugly.
"He obviously knows something, but for some reason he doesn't dare to say anything."
Bai Xiaoxiao said, turning her head to Ning Qiushui.
"Little brother Qiushui, do you have any ideas?"
She saw Ning Qiushui staring at the old man's body in deep thought, so she asked, but Ning Qiushui shook his head.
"I'm still thinking about the canteen..."
Bai Xiaoxiao frowned slightly.
"Canteen? What happened to the canteen?"
Ning Qiushui said softly:
"Don't you think... the furnishings in the cafeteria are a bit strange?"
The two nodded.
Liu Chengfeng on the side scratched his head and said:
"It's quite strange, but maybe this is the style of the canteen in other villages?"
Ning Qiushui stared into their eyes and asked something that made their scalps tingle:
"Do you think there is a possibility... that the current canteen in the village was originally a guest house for outside tourists?"
After Ning Qiushui finished speaking, Liu Chengfeng was stunned for a moment, and then immediately took a breath of cold air:
"I guess... little brother, when you say it like that, it seems... there is a bit of a resemblance!"
Bai Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed:
"It's not like it, it should be."
"The canteen is divided into three floors. Except for the central area where meals are prepared, the rest are all small cubicles, which are exactly the size of a room..."
"I thought it was strange before, but I didn't think about it in this direction, but now...it seems that the clues are connected a little bit."
After saying that, she reached out and patted Ning Qiushui on the shoulder, raised her eyebrows and praised:
"Okay, brother Qiushui!"
"I haven't met a man as thin as you for a long time!"
Ning Qiushui was choked by Bai Xiaoxiao's semi-ridiculous tone.
Good guy.
Are you praising me or scolding me?
"So, the current situation is... the guest house that was supposed to entertain foreign tourists was converted into a canteen, and the villagers converted another large house that no one had lived in for a long time into a guest house?"
Liu Chengfeng seemed to understand something.
Ning Qiushui nodded.
"right."
"But...why do they do this?"
"I don't know, but the big house is not clean, so they must not wish us well."
The three of them said, passed through several doors, entered the interior of the ancestral hall, and saw a painting in the main hall, as well as a statue and annotation next to the painting.
The statue is made of pure gold. Although it is only the size of a palm, it is definitely worth a lot of money. For a remote village like Qiyu Village, it is definitely not a small expense.
Bai Xiaoxiao played with the golden statue for a while and then put it back in its place.
Then, the three people focused on the portrait.
The location in the portrait should also be the Rain Praying Village.
It just seems to have a sense of age, it should be decades or even hundreds of years ago.
It shows a man holding a lawn mowing scythe, stepping on the back of another man.
There were three people tied up and kneeling on the ground.
They are a middle-aged man, a woman and a child.
Behind the middle-aged man holding a sickle, there was a large group of dark people standing. They looked like villagers. They looked angry and raised their arms and shouted, as if they were responding to something...
"No, what are you doing? An uprising?"
Liu Chengfeng was confused by this painting.
Bai Xiaoxiao came closer to the painting, stretched out her slender fingertips and rubbed it gently, a flash of suspicion flashed in her beautiful eyes.
"That's not right. Look carefully at the background of this painting..."
After hearing this, the two of them also found that the background on the scroll was a bit...too desolate.
"The sun is scorching, the vegetation is dying, and the creeks are drying up..."
"Is this... a severe drought?!"
Liu Chengfeng exclaimed.
Ning Qiushui seemed to have thought of something and murmured:
"The blood of kind people bleeds and turns into rain..."
