The stars are gone, the sun is red and the sky is blue.
It snowed in the middle of the night in winter. When they opened their eyes, the thousand-year-old pine trees had no needles anymore, and the rime was like pear blossoms on the branches, which was extremely beautiful.
"Brother, why is my mind so groggy?"
Yue Erpao got up from the fire bed and rubbed his head.
Yue Guanchao put on his clothes and stepped into his fur boots:
"You were knocked down after eating some undercooked fairy mushrooms. Last night you were clamoring to jump into the well. Fortunately, Yu Bo had a potion to induce vomiting, otherwise you would have been confused for a while."
"Jumping into a well? That's not possible."
Yue Erpao stood up and widened his eyes with an expression of disbelief:
"How could it be possible? I remember that I was putting the skewers away last night. There seemed to be a girl in white sitting by the well in the yard. I also wanted to ask her why she was crying. But as soon as I got close to the well, nothing happened. I don’t know anymore, I just want to go down the well and fish for that mirror.”
Yue Guanchao was stunned by these words and stood there in a daze.
He had known that the second artillery piece was poisoned, but he did not know that what he saw after being poisoned actually matched the description in the ghost story. As a result, he became more curious about the water mirror at the mouth of the well.
The two brothers left the west wing. The old man had already set up a makeshift table in the temple, with meat buns, fried cakes and rice porridge soup on it. After a while, Song Siyuan and the others yawned one after another and walked into the hall to have breakfast.
These things are all made by Yu Bo himself. They do not look good in appearance, but they taste good. The wild meat and coriander are fresh, and the rice porridge is thick. When you drink it, it has a strong aroma of grain and makes your mouth wet.
Yue Guanchao took advantage of his breakfast to tell the old man Yu that he wanted to go down the well to investigate. As expected, the old man was very resistant.
"Oh, you young children are so arrogant. This is the temple of Lord Jiaolong. What if you offend the gods?"
Old Yu put down his bowl and chopsticks, wiped his mouth with the hand roll in his pocket, and quickly knelt in front of the statue of Dragon Lord, kowtowing to the snake-headed emperor.
The way he muttered prayers was more sincere than anyone else.
"Uncle Yu, let's go down into the well. This will not offend Master Jiaolong. Maybe Master Jiaolong will be very happy."
Yue Guanchao's words made Yu Bo frown and be suspicious:
"Young students, I am still old, but I am not stupid. You have all fallen into the Long Live Well, how can Master Jiaolong be happy?"
Yu Bo thought that Yue Guanchao was tricking him, so he shook his head.
"Let's not talk about anything else. Uncle Yu, don't you want to find what is missing from Master Jiaolong's hand?"
"What's missing?"
Not only did the old fish man turn around, but other companions also stopped eating and looked at him.
When everyone's eyes were focused on him, Yue Guanchao was satisfied and continued to lie:
"Look at what Master Jiaolong is carrying in his hands?"
Yue Guanchao decided to tell Yu Bo first about the strangeness of the Jiao Longye statue.
"What Mr. Jiaolong is holding in his hand shouldn't be an uneven wooden tablet, right?"
Yue Guanchao's words attracted everyone's attention to Master Jiaolong.
The decayed wat board looks particularly abrupt and does not match the lacquered statue at all. It seems to have been forced into the hand, and the lines are extremely stiff.
Master Mao stroked his goatee and could see that there was another divine object held by Master Jiaolong in his hands. His eyes flashed and he realized that it might be related to the tomb. He narrowed his eyes and decided to be a compliment and sing a double act with his brother-in-law.
"Oh, this is serious."
Master Cat was startled and walked up to Old Man Yu.
"Brother Yu, the Dragon King is the overlord of the water tribe. His temple is like a human emperor. The one he holds should be a golden jade tablet, not this piece of bad wood."
"This...how do you know?"
Old Man Yu obviously knew the inside story. His expression was shocked and suspicious, as if he was looking at a charlatan.
"Brother Yu, I have been in the world for many years, and I have studied the Feng Shui in temples. I guess the thing in Master Jiaolong's hand has been lost, right?"
Mr. Mao has traveled around the world for many years and is a master of antiques near Changbai County. He has come into contact with all kinds of treacherous thugs and sincere people, and he can easily pick them up by deceiving the superstitious old man guarding the temple.
"Oh, oh, this is not good~"
Mr. Cat slapped the ground with the back of his hand and shook his head, as if there was a big disaster in the temple.
The old man Yu was frightened by them, and he took the bait: "What?"
"The Wat Board represents power. The loss of the Wat Board in Lord Jiaolong's hands means that Lord Jiaolong has lost his authority. He may get angry in the future. If Tianchi erupts again, that would be very bad."
"Tianchi erupts again?"
Uncle Yu muttered Master Cat's words, and a light flashed in his eyes: "That won't work. I am the temple keeper. If the temple is gone, why should I keep it?"
"The thing in Master Jiaolong's hand is indeed not a Wat board. I carved a wooden board and put it there. But I don't know what Master Jiaolong has in his hand. The previous temple only mentioned it to me. The things inside have been gone since the previous dynasty."
"Are you saying that the mirror in the water is something in Master Jiaolong's hand?"
Old Yu's eyes rolled around, he looked at Yue Guanchao and nodded, then turned around and looked at Master Jiaolong:
"Master Jiaolong, let us restore your things, and you must protect Baishan's peace for generations to come."
Then, Old Yu looked at Yue Guanchao:
"Okay, I can't stop you, but I'm going to put the scandal first. If you really find something bad in this well, don't blame me."
"That's a must!"
